Second attempt to ride the bike – I get lost 2 times. That should be fine for a starter, right?! :)
I meet some long-time-no-see elementary school friends – Anca and Ana with their husbands. We have a dinner served by an Egyptian at an Argentinean restaurant where I can bet the meat is plain Dutch. I tour them the classical – Red light district. And then I go on -
Hey, sister, have you heard of Heineken Hall?! No, what’s that? Oh, then drop it.. I just wanted to know where it is.. nevermind. I’ll check it on 9292 (that’s the site you check how you get around in the Netherlands).
Ok, I get there, but where’s the damn thing?! And how big is it anyway?! Is it supposed to be next to the Ajax stadium?! 5 persons asked out of which 2 were standing in front of it and had no idea it was IT – I got there. Yes, smartass, I also didn’t know it was IT, but at least I found out.. In the meanwhile, is calling Anna coming from her way from The Hague to Amsterdam. She some how didn’t have her GPS on, so she needed to rely on her once-worked-in-Amsterdam skills. And it was just fine. – are you there yet? – are you there yet? In the meanwhile I was getting the damn chips for money. I always think it’s a joke. Have you ever played with plastic chips when you were young? Pretending they were real money? And thinking one day you’d have the real money?! Well, now I have the real papers and coins and I give them away for plastic chips at any festival or concert which comes on – I’m such a player, reminds me of my childhood, my friend.
How do you see from upstairs?! Better then? We find the perfect spot and then we shake our blue jeans.. no I think Anna has a skirt. She’s the skirt Amazon, I’m the pants Diva. I fancy us having our dancing duo – we can give you the polka, the jam, the funky and the soul dance. We’ll pole dance and we’ll break-dance for you tonight. N.E.R.D. is brilliant!!
Next day, I can only hear – Sooner or later………….
dinsdag 28 juli 2009
RocknRolla
Wake up with joy jumping all around me – it’s the day!! Ze day! The day I pick up my red bike. As all the nice things so far – I’ll find it on facebook! And I did – some Hungarian sister assures me it’s a good deal. Thanks, girl, I’m off to The Hague.
Now how does this bike fold?! Oh what the hell, no one will notice, and I’ll loyally stand next to it, just in case some one wants to get away with it! Huh! I’m so cool! Well, still, I have no idea how to go around The Hague. The best idea’s to park it at the Central station. No of course not next to the other bikes, mine’s special! It will be under the advertising pole!
I abandon my lovely bike, I get to The Hague uni, as if I haven’t seen it in a long time. But I’m now with Stefan for the Open Day – he finds some good IT study he can do. We go on celebrating my mom’s birthday, why of course the Greek resto. They have the best Amstel beer ever! You’d normally think that’s weird, but they do.
After a good dinner we went on to the cinema to see the RocknRolla. Like always, we take the popcorn and drinks and try to go to our seats. While just stepping in the cinema, we hear some kind of alarm, I think they’re the doors. Then comes ze voice – this is a fire alarm, you are required to leave the cinema. Is this a joke?! All the people were slowly walking towards the exit… like in a stupid fire alarm exercise. No one needs to hurry, what’s burning, man?!
People are crowding and obviously annoyed they stare at the newly empowered bodyguard. He’s the action man. He’s acting just like he needs to fight for some Oscar. Raising his voice like hell. Me and Stefan are munching on the popcorn, it’s a live show! Finally, after 15 minutes of what’s-going-on, we get to get back in. Oh, I almost forgot – the firemen came after 10 minutes, makes you feel safer, right?!
RocknRolla rulz!
Now how does this bike fold?! Oh what the hell, no one will notice, and I’ll loyally stand next to it, just in case some one wants to get away with it! Huh! I’m so cool! Well, still, I have no idea how to go around The Hague. The best idea’s to park it at the Central station. No of course not next to the other bikes, mine’s special! It will be under the advertising pole!
I abandon my lovely bike, I get to The Hague uni, as if I haven’t seen it in a long time. But I’m now with Stefan for the Open Day – he finds some good IT study he can do. We go on celebrating my mom’s birthday, why of course the Greek resto. They have the best Amstel beer ever! You’d normally think that’s weird, but they do.
After a good dinner we went on to the cinema to see the RocknRolla. Like always, we take the popcorn and drinks and try to go to our seats. While just stepping in the cinema, we hear some kind of alarm, I think they’re the doors. Then comes ze voice – this is a fire alarm, you are required to leave the cinema. Is this a joke?! All the people were slowly walking towards the exit… like in a stupid fire alarm exercise. No one needs to hurry, what’s burning, man?!
People are crowding and obviously annoyed they stare at the newly empowered bodyguard. He’s the action man. He’s acting just like he needs to fight for some Oscar. Raising his voice like hell. Me and Stefan are munching on the popcorn, it’s a live show! Finally, after 15 minutes of what’s-going-on, we get to get back in. Oh, I almost forgot – the firemen came after 10 minutes, makes you feel safer, right?!
RocknRolla rulz!
Ca baietii
Ce poti sa faci cand ajungi la Fane? Mai ales dupa un examen naspa la IT?! Sa bei o bere si sa te uiti la K1, normal!! Pai da, ca nu e fotbal in seara asta, si la altceva la ce poti sa te uiti?! Tare K1-u! Ca baietii..
DateNight
Bineinteles ca dupa ce ti se posteaza ditamai poza poster prin restaurant, barbatu vrea sa te vada. El zice ca nuuu, pur si simplu. Oare sa-l cred?! Zice ca pleaca la Dakar si nu ma mai vede o luna, de-aia ar fi bine sa ma vada acum. Acum!! Yes yes yo!
Colegii mei au inventat cuvantul – “razbunarea departamentului”, in sensul ca au zis ca daca il prind in lift il iau la o discutie “prieteneasca”, care va avea simpla urmare ca baiatu, speriat si shokat nu va mai vrea in veci sa vorbeasca cu mine.
Colegii lui ii fredoneaza “Back to the USSR” al lui Beatles cand trec pe langa el si i-au pus un plic roshu pe birou. Scrisesera ceva in romana pe o felicitare.. am vazut-o mai tarziu – era: “unde pleci?!” mental, adica dement!
Da pana la urma ne vedem seara la un cafe in centru, ma chinui vreo 10 minute sa gasesc locul – el intarzie 10 minute – cata mai potriveala! Eu ma intalnesc pe drum cu un coleg de la serviciu, tocmai unu de la HR. Eu incerc sa-l evit, la dracu, ma recunoaste si ma intreaba unde ma duc – pe-aici, si io.. na, ce vrei sa stii?! Sa afle toata compania maine.. no way!!
Iar dupa un date romantic, ma duce si mai romantic acasa cu bicicleta! Cat imi place cu bicicleta! Cat de tare e cu bicicleta!! :) Vreau si io o bicicleta!
*******
Deci nu pot sa cred! Ce-am ajuns!
Ideea e ca dupa ce am fost la party-ul firmei si mi-a placut prea tare cand m-a dus baiatu pe bicleta acasa, mi-am adus aminte de copilaria mea si cat de tare era sa merg pe bicla.
Mai si ajungi repede peste tot, e fun, e infantil si pur, e joy joy! Nu stiu.. e ceva misto!
Drept urmare, m-am hotarat sa ma bag la bici.. nici nu mi-a luat mult – cum eu gasesc toate chestiile misto pe facebook, si bicla de vanzare tot aici am gasit-o. M-am intani cu fata, am facut tranzactia si go!
Go where?! Pai doar ce-a trebuit sa merg acasa.. da stai, ca eu merg numai cu tramvaiu acasa.. pai si cum ajung?! Am luat-o la instinct – perfect! Am nimerit pe sub niste poduri si intortocheri directia buna, drumu excelent! Asta pana am ajuns la urmatoarea intersectie… cert e ca m-am pierdut la mine in cartier de vreo 2 ori, da pana la urma am reusit!
Si, da, ma, da! E foarte tare cu bicla. Si, Mada, nu am sa mai rad! Si tot iti doreai tu sa mergi cu bicla prin Amsterdam, deci o s-o ai la dispozitie de rev ;) sa te pui in cap pe bicla, na!
Colegii mei au inventat cuvantul – “razbunarea departamentului”, in sensul ca au zis ca daca il prind in lift il iau la o discutie “prieteneasca”, care va avea simpla urmare ca baiatu, speriat si shokat nu va mai vrea in veci sa vorbeasca cu mine.
Colegii lui ii fredoneaza “Back to the USSR” al lui Beatles cand trec pe langa el si i-au pus un plic roshu pe birou. Scrisesera ceva in romana pe o felicitare.. am vazut-o mai tarziu – era: “unde pleci?!” mental, adica dement!
Da pana la urma ne vedem seara la un cafe in centru, ma chinui vreo 10 minute sa gasesc locul – el intarzie 10 minute – cata mai potriveala! Eu ma intalnesc pe drum cu un coleg de la serviciu, tocmai unu de la HR. Eu incerc sa-l evit, la dracu, ma recunoaste si ma intreaba unde ma duc – pe-aici, si io.. na, ce vrei sa stii?! Sa afle toata compania maine.. no way!!
Iar dupa un date romantic, ma duce si mai romantic acasa cu bicicleta! Cat imi place cu bicicleta! Cat de tare e cu bicicleta!! :) Vreau si io o bicicleta!
*******
Deci nu pot sa cred! Ce-am ajuns!
Ideea e ca dupa ce am fost la party-ul firmei si mi-a placut prea tare cand m-a dus baiatu pe bicleta acasa, mi-am adus aminte de copilaria mea si cat de tare era sa merg pe bicla.
Mai si ajungi repede peste tot, e fun, e infantil si pur, e joy joy! Nu stiu.. e ceva misto!
Drept urmare, m-am hotarat sa ma bag la bici.. nici nu mi-a luat mult – cum eu gasesc toate chestiile misto pe facebook, si bicla de vanzare tot aici am gasit-o. M-am intani cu fata, am facut tranzactia si go!
Go where?! Pai doar ce-a trebuit sa merg acasa.. da stai, ca eu merg numai cu tramvaiu acasa.. pai si cum ajung?! Am luat-o la instinct – perfect! Am nimerit pe sub niste poduri si intortocheri directia buna, drumu excelent! Asta pana am ajuns la urmatoarea intersectie… cert e ca m-am pierdut la mine in cartier de vreo 2 ori, da pana la urma am reusit!
Si, da, ma, da! E foarte tare cu bicla. Si, Mada, nu am sa mai rad! Si tot iti doreai tu sa mergi cu bicla prin Amsterdam, deci o s-o ai la dispozitie de rev ;) sa te pui in cap pe bicla, na!
maandag 27 juli 2009
5.12
I expect you all know I’m born on the 4th of December. But you all wouldn’t happen to know is that my birth is actually registered on the 5th of December. Some incompetent idiot tired public servant just put the date of the day on the document - 5.12.
I’ve lived like forever in my home in South of Bucharest. It was at the 2nd floor, apartment number 15. My parents live there and you don’t want to hear about the parties there – 2.15.
When I was young, I used to live at my grandma and grandpa, at number 25 in sector 1. I spent there many summers and winters, I had a lot of fun with my childhood friends -25.1.
When I was 12, I moved to school number 5 where you could study a lot of English. I didn’t want to go there, ’cause I’d miss my friends, but then I enjoyed it very much and I still have good friends from that time – 12.5.
Then I moved to The Netherlands in a little town next to The Hague at my uncle’s place. It was my first time to live in a different country, at number 251.
As I got a job in Amsterdam, it became more difficult to spend 3 or 4 hours back and forth from The Hague to Amsterdam, so I moved to Amsterdam in the old west. Very nice neighborhood, with a lot of foreigners, good food at resto’s and small pubs. Our sublet was at number 125.
I’m still wondering if there’s something with me and this number. But then I’ve seen this movie Jim Carrey when he gets paranoid about a number and sees it everywhere, it’s a built-up paranoia, so I’m going to give up tracking 5.12. before I really go mad!
I’ve lived like forever in my home in South of Bucharest. It was at the 2nd floor, apartment number 15. My parents live there and you don’t want to hear about the parties there – 2.15.
When I was young, I used to live at my grandma and grandpa, at number 25 in sector 1. I spent there many summers and winters, I had a lot of fun with my childhood friends -25.1.
When I was 12, I moved to school number 5 where you could study a lot of English. I didn’t want to go there, ’cause I’d miss my friends, but then I enjoyed it very much and I still have good friends from that time – 12.5.
Then I moved to The Netherlands in a little town next to The Hague at my uncle’s place. It was my first time to live in a different country, at number 251.
As I got a job in Amsterdam, it became more difficult to spend 3 or 4 hours back and forth from The Hague to Amsterdam, so I moved to Amsterdam in the old west. Very nice neighborhood, with a lot of foreigners, good food at resto’s and small pubs. Our sublet was at number 125.
I’m still wondering if there’s something with me and this number. But then I’ve seen this movie Jim Carrey when he gets paranoid about a number and sees it everywhere, it’s a built-up paranoia, so I’m going to give up tracking 5.12. before I really go mad!
MuseumNight
Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa ma amuz noaptea la muzeu.
La noi in Romania au fost cateva asemenea seri, stiu ca a fost odata Alina la Antipa noaptea, da din pacate era totu luminat, asa ca nu a fost atat de surprinzator sa vezi curu de elefant sub reflector si nu sa ghicesti ca ce-i ba urs sau maimutza?!
In fine, dar ce faci daca e noaptea muzeelor in Amsterdam? Cat de tare!! Deja e-nghesuiala in oras. Atata lume a iesit pe strazi ca nebuna!! Si nu, nu sunt turisti englezi beti, sunt oameni culti pe bune. Pai si ce-avem in program?! O iesire cu rusii.
Ana rusoaica mea preferata apare cu barba-su si duba cu pop rusesc la maxim si in spate alt cuplu la fel de dubios si rusnac. Dupa 500m de condus, o baga la parcare, k transportu public e oricum gratis. Prima oprire e la Van Gogh museum. Unde imediat dupa ce stam la o coada de 100 persoane sau asa - zici ca suntem in club, asa e o inghesuiala – rusnacii cuplu 2 dispar pe la toalete.. Dupa vreo 5 minute ma ingrijorez si intreb daca fata e bine. Ana-mi zice ca aia doi si-au luat bautura cu ei in geanta si prin multele buzunare, asa ca s-au dus la toaleta sa se faca manga.
Deci bautura din holul muzeului nu se compara cu vodka de acasa.. pana la urma au iesit foarte fericiti din wc. In afara de tablouri, erau si niste oameni dubiosi care se plimbau sumbru prin muzeu, se mai odihneau in vreun pat sau asa.
Cea mai tare faza pe care am vazut-o acolo a fost un dj la mirosuri. Gen avea un sort de platane care functionau ca niste placi de la aragaz. In sensul ca erau incalzite. El masura-cantarea la diverse esente si prafuri, pe care le punea pe placa sau le sufla, iar niste ventilatoare imprastiau mirosul pe ritmuri muzicale. Foarte tare, frate! Sustin mirosurile!
Dupa atata muzeu, normal ca rusii 2 s-au bagat la wc. Dupa alte 5 minute am pornit spre un muzeu media. Acolo puteai vedea filme vechi olandeze pana la new media. Pentru rusii 2 a fost bine, k puteau sa bea in intuneric, pentru barba-su lu Ana, nu, ca nu vorbeste olandeza si s-a plictisit teribil. Deci a trebuit sa ne caram si sa lasam peliculele cool pentru o alta data, cu olandezi.. Rusii 2 au mai dat o dushca, sa-i tina pe drum.
Am ajuns la biserica noua – oare ce-o fi inauntru?! Mami, sa nu-ti vina sa crezi!! In loc de preot era un dj care baga muzica gen slujba. Da nu era vreun prohod, ci muzica de disco. Ne-am mai plibat pe-acolo si cand sa vezi! Coada ca la lumanari. Da era la bautura si gustarele. Am ajuns sa vad si cum se vinde vin, bere si spirtoasa in biserica.. din respect, rushii 2 n-au mai ingurgitat.
Purcedem mai departe la muzeul istoric al Amsterdamului. Dupa vreo 3 sali, rushii se intrebau unde e iesirea. Da muzeul e gen ca mergi din sala in sala si nu poti sa iesi direct. Cel mai grav ca nici toaleta n-o mai gaseau. Panica toatala. Barba-su lu Ana s-a enervat ca dupa ce ca ma uitam la tot, io mai stateam si sa citesc ce scrie la arta – culmea! Iar pe urma Ana s-a enervat ca rusii 2 erau deja betzi, li se terminase bautura si vroiau sa mearga la un bar sau ceva sa bea in continuare. Avand in vedere diferenta de pareri, rushii 1 au inceput sa se certe ca chiorii, in timp ce rushii 2 se amuzau teribil si betzi fiind, incepusera sa se mai si pipaie un pic. Io aveam dilema daca sa ma kinui sa inteleg ceva in rusa sau daca nu, can u-i politicos sa asculti oamenii cand se cearta.
Pana la urma baru cu mancare din Leidseplein a avut castig de cauza. Iar dupa ce a facut misto de ea juma de ora, Ana l-a iertat pe barba-su si s-au impacat. Rushii 2 erau asa fericiti ca au dat de bautura, ca zambeau oricum tot timpu. Ei nu prea vorbeau, se intelegeau mai mult din priviri, nu stiu daca de la bautura…
Apropo de asta, la masa de langa erau vreo 12 englezi la un bachelor party, pe care chelnerita i-a invatat sa bea tequila new-style. Mai precis, sarea nu o lingi, o tragi pe nas – ca si coca. Lamaia nu o storci in gura, o storci in ochi, iar apoi poti sa bei tequila. Ala de trebuia sa se insoare si cu cavaleru de onoare au trebuit sa faca onorurile. Si se auzea numai F*, F&, F%#@!! Asa da barbati!
La noi in Romania au fost cateva asemenea seri, stiu ca a fost odata Alina la Antipa noaptea, da din pacate era totu luminat, asa ca nu a fost atat de surprinzator sa vezi curu de elefant sub reflector si nu sa ghicesti ca ce-i ba urs sau maimutza?!
In fine, dar ce faci daca e noaptea muzeelor in Amsterdam? Cat de tare!! Deja e-nghesuiala in oras. Atata lume a iesit pe strazi ca nebuna!! Si nu, nu sunt turisti englezi beti, sunt oameni culti pe bune. Pai si ce-avem in program?! O iesire cu rusii.
Ana rusoaica mea preferata apare cu barba-su si duba cu pop rusesc la maxim si in spate alt cuplu la fel de dubios si rusnac. Dupa 500m de condus, o baga la parcare, k transportu public e oricum gratis. Prima oprire e la Van Gogh museum. Unde imediat dupa ce stam la o coada de 100 persoane sau asa - zici ca suntem in club, asa e o inghesuiala – rusnacii cuplu 2 dispar pe la toalete.. Dupa vreo 5 minute ma ingrijorez si intreb daca fata e bine. Ana-mi zice ca aia doi si-au luat bautura cu ei in geanta si prin multele buzunare, asa ca s-au dus la toaleta sa se faca manga.
Deci bautura din holul muzeului nu se compara cu vodka de acasa.. pana la urma au iesit foarte fericiti din wc. In afara de tablouri, erau si niste oameni dubiosi care se plimbau sumbru prin muzeu, se mai odihneau in vreun pat sau asa.
Cea mai tare faza pe care am vazut-o acolo a fost un dj la mirosuri. Gen avea un sort de platane care functionau ca niste placi de la aragaz. In sensul ca erau incalzite. El masura-cantarea la diverse esente si prafuri, pe care le punea pe placa sau le sufla, iar niste ventilatoare imprastiau mirosul pe ritmuri muzicale. Foarte tare, frate! Sustin mirosurile!
Dupa atata muzeu, normal ca rusii 2 s-au bagat la wc. Dupa alte 5 minute am pornit spre un muzeu media. Acolo puteai vedea filme vechi olandeze pana la new media. Pentru rusii 2 a fost bine, k puteau sa bea in intuneric, pentru barba-su lu Ana, nu, ca nu vorbeste olandeza si s-a plictisit teribil. Deci a trebuit sa ne caram si sa lasam peliculele cool pentru o alta data, cu olandezi.. Rusii 2 au mai dat o dushca, sa-i tina pe drum.
Am ajuns la biserica noua – oare ce-o fi inauntru?! Mami, sa nu-ti vina sa crezi!! In loc de preot era un dj care baga muzica gen slujba. Da nu era vreun prohod, ci muzica de disco. Ne-am mai plibat pe-acolo si cand sa vezi! Coada ca la lumanari. Da era la bautura si gustarele. Am ajuns sa vad si cum se vinde vin, bere si spirtoasa in biserica.. din respect, rushii 2 n-au mai ingurgitat.
Purcedem mai departe la muzeul istoric al Amsterdamului. Dupa vreo 3 sali, rushii se intrebau unde e iesirea. Da muzeul e gen ca mergi din sala in sala si nu poti sa iesi direct. Cel mai grav ca nici toaleta n-o mai gaseau. Panica toatala. Barba-su lu Ana s-a enervat ca dupa ce ca ma uitam la tot, io mai stateam si sa citesc ce scrie la arta – culmea! Iar pe urma Ana s-a enervat ca rusii 2 erau deja betzi, li se terminase bautura si vroiau sa mearga la un bar sau ceva sa bea in continuare. Avand in vedere diferenta de pareri, rushii 1 au inceput sa se certe ca chiorii, in timp ce rushii 2 se amuzau teribil si betzi fiind, incepusera sa se mai si pipaie un pic. Io aveam dilema daca sa ma kinui sa inteleg ceva in rusa sau daca nu, can u-i politicos sa asculti oamenii cand se cearta.
Pana la urma baru cu mancare din Leidseplein a avut castig de cauza. Iar dupa ce a facut misto de ea juma de ora, Ana l-a iertat pe barba-su si s-au impacat. Rushii 2 erau asa fericiti ca au dat de bautura, ca zambeau oricum tot timpu. Ei nu prea vorbeau, se intelegeau mai mult din priviri, nu stiu daca de la bautura…
Apropo de asta, la masa de langa erau vreo 12 englezi la un bachelor party, pe care chelnerita i-a invatat sa bea tequila new-style. Mai precis, sarea nu o lingi, o tragi pe nas – ca si coca. Lamaia nu o storci in gura, o storci in ochi, iar apoi poti sa bei tequila. Ala de trebuia sa se insoare si cu cavaleru de onoare au trebuit sa faca onorurile. Si se auzea numai F*, F&, F%#@!! Asa da barbati!
vrijdag 24 juli 2009
After Party
Woke up feeling smashed and admitted wine didn’t taste that divine afterall. How did I get all those muscles in my feet?! This is not normal, I think I grew new ones – must be the Guess shoes. Or the karma hatred from all the other women in the room there, jealous I could not alone stand, but walk and dance on the magic shoes.
I bet if you trash a venue or some liquor store, you can’t get to the performance of smelling as my mouth by now. Not that sexy now, mr inductor, ain’t it?!
Lucky them I’m paid by the hour, otherwise I’d definitely call in sick. It’s a 30 minutes way to the office and 29 minutes I wonder if I should still call in sick. The 1 minute left I wonder where my ticket is.
Now it’s too late, I’m already here. So how much time’s left til I can go home?! :)
I crash down in my bed and have a good 13 hour sleep, awesomes!
I bet if you trash a venue or some liquor store, you can’t get to the performance of smelling as my mouth by now. Not that sexy now, mr inductor, ain’t it?!
Lucky them I’m paid by the hour, otherwise I’d definitely call in sick. It’s a 30 minutes way to the office and 29 minutes I wonder if I should still call in sick. The 1 minute left I wonder where my ticket is.
Now it’s too late, I’m already here. So how much time’s left til I can go home?! :)
I crash down in my bed and have a good 13 hour sleep, awesomes!
It’s Party Time!
What are you going to wear?! Really?! Are you also wearing pants? I thought I’d be the only one wearing pants! :)
How about you? What do you mean you don’t know?! You don’t want to tell.. that’s different than if you don’t know..
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Hey, at lunchtime we’re going to get costumes for tonight. In the neighbourhood, there’s this funky costumes shop. Kinky! Shopping perv stuff in your lunch time.. any day of the work week, honey!
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Wanna, I have to ask you a favour. I’ll need you to put make up on me, later on today. You’re the make-up artist of the department. I think you’re the most experimented…
Well.. I say, anything to please a sister, true?!
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We’re getting a limo to pick us up! Are you getting there by bus?! Good thing we arranged the limo in time, right?! Will you be changing your clothes in the lady’s room? Nooo.. I hope it doesn’t stink!
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Ladies! I personally reserved the secretary’s room and stuck blanco’s on the glass windows so we’d have extra privacy and room to change. Are you getting your clothes changed in the office or are you going home? It’s such a hassle to go back, isn’t it?!
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What is wrong with every one today? The buzz of the party got every one moving about.. I seriously doubt any one working in this building. Am I the only one to book a meeting room today?!
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The German lady is here, the Dutch lady is here, another Dutch one joins.. the CFO pretending not to see us putting make-up on – stare to your feet, stare to your shoes, yes! Managed to pass them!
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Faster, faster, need to get going! Arrgghh! Stupid earrings! They needed to get broken right now! Where am I getting pearls at this time of the night?! Man, the black gloves are making me sweat!! Girl, do I look good? Fine, thanks!
Ok, now I just need to get a taxi!
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20 minutes of surfing the f#&king internet later, I was still looking for a taxi to get me there!! Retired to my room to yell. It’s better now. Ok, let’s get moving! Girl, help me get the damn taxi. We’re on the street. I feel like she’s the pimp and I’m the hustled. Not so difficult to get the cursed car afterall. Wave and smile!!
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Are we supposed to use the highway to get there? The Russian taxi driver wants to be so incredibly fast. I got serenaded and complimented more than I was since I’m in the Netherlands, this should be a good night. Besides, he gave me way too much money back, felt like sharing costs. Spasiva anytime, my friend.
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The sleazy tight gloves are making me madly thirsty. I tell you, I might as well be naked, if I have those gloves on, I’m still sweating. How do the queens do it so well?! They must be trained to wear gloves in Finnish saunas. They get an ice-cream as prize if they pass the test. No, they get whisky on rocks. Ah! I’ve made myself thirsty again. Where’s my drink?!
***
This is the best zoo I’ve seen before, with my most business-people colleagues I’ve known for months. Hopefully I’ll never know them better. How come they’re looking like pimps, whores, celebrities, dead people, aliens, rock stars, losers, financial advisors who missed their career, exotic diva’s and night birds. If you’re going to flap about the bar, just bring me a drink, will you, sweetheart?! Oh, no, we’re going upstairs, the party moved upstairs!!
***
It’s most entertaining to see all posh people around the tables after lining up for food, but I still see no drinks. By this time I was a wilted flower bird-of-praying on any one who’d have a drink in their hands. When the angels of light came to give us food for our souls. Actually, the waiters finally decided to serve some decent drinks. Laughed again and sipped on my dry white wine for the rest of the night.
***
Met some Italian whom I was brave enough to tell I really speak Italian. Boldly pretend I’m good at it for a rest of the while. Got intimidated, as he was actually taking me seriously. Who takes you seriously at a zoo and glitter party?! Needed to mingle.
***
Found some Dutch guys shocked on my Dutch. Must be language wonder night. I bet I can find some French or other language speakers, to expose my skills. Thought I’ve seen Alicia Keys, these drinks are good or a lot.
***
No-or-little-hair man with a blond-long-haired wig is catching attention at the keys while beauty queen voice still trying to make herself popular in the company’s band. Not bad, I think and shake my bun bun. I notice some people not just walk funny, they’re also a disgrace for the dance floor and some moves you need to remember. Or worse - never forget! That’s even unbearable when you’ll need to talk about processes and systems with a pink-feathered old boy. If I shake it more, will I stop thinking how embarrassing this thing’s going to look tomorrow?!
***
Man I couldn’t give a damn about looking posh, I’m taking off the annoying feverish gloves now! Life suddenly has a different meaning. All that air, all that freedom, the party can start!
***
My bus-colleague is there. I don’t only see him at work, also in the bus in the morning, once he touched my hair, couldn’t help it, so nicely to touch. What can I say, I’m irresistible. LoL. So shout about and tango around on some slow tune. So many people I know.
***
I mingle with my spontaneous Sales inductor. No that’s a person, not a machine. He’s actually the most spontaneous person I’ve met in an uptight business world. He must be lost and lonely in here. He must be gay anyhow, you just can’t behave like this at induction training – what are the poor inductees think?! That it’s an all-time laugh kind of thing?! I reckon they asked the rest of the trainers to sabotage him with their boring legal talks.
***
Oh yey! He’s interested in what I have to say AND he’s deaf! He must be the perfect man! It proves to be a tricky thing to get me in one of the other rooms. As I’m also deaf, we need to get kissingly close to talk to each others ear. Oh well, he’s going to take a long adventurous holiday anyhow, so who cares.
***
I should somehow stop drinking. I haven’t eaten almost anything and I’m just so tired, this could turn out badly. By this time, my feet are just screaming inside my 13cm-high-heal pumps. Most respectable. All the birds here – eat your heart out! Where did the inductor go?! I need to hold tight to something before I fall off.
***
How did my colleagues grouped up about and started being funny?! It must be the drinks.
***
I don’t want to go home, boys?! Are you all going home?! My colleagues look undecidedly boring and ready to receive support before they fall down with sleep fever. I need to keep it happening, all those strangers want me at their party, I might as well go.
***
Rode behind a true Amsterdam bike. Tried to keep hold of the inductor’s body. Or hand, both should be fine. Had the most romantic ride in years to my place.. to my place?! Weren’t we supposed to go on partying?! Young man here says he’s tired. How come he wants to see my lovely room then?! Going up and down my stairs is no after-party, mister! We call it off! Until we shall meet again, ta-ta!
How about you? What do you mean you don’t know?! You don’t want to tell.. that’s different than if you don’t know..
***
Hey, at lunchtime we’re going to get costumes for tonight. In the neighbourhood, there’s this funky costumes shop. Kinky! Shopping perv stuff in your lunch time.. any day of the work week, honey!
***
Wanna, I have to ask you a favour. I’ll need you to put make up on me, later on today. You’re the make-up artist of the department. I think you’re the most experimented…
Well.. I say, anything to please a sister, true?!
***
We’re getting a limo to pick us up! Are you getting there by bus?! Good thing we arranged the limo in time, right?! Will you be changing your clothes in the lady’s room? Nooo.. I hope it doesn’t stink!
***
Ladies! I personally reserved the secretary’s room and stuck blanco’s on the glass windows so we’d have extra privacy and room to change. Are you getting your clothes changed in the office or are you going home? It’s such a hassle to go back, isn’t it?!
***
What is wrong with every one today? The buzz of the party got every one moving about.. I seriously doubt any one working in this building. Am I the only one to book a meeting room today?!
***
The German lady is here, the Dutch lady is here, another Dutch one joins.. the CFO pretending not to see us putting make-up on – stare to your feet, stare to your shoes, yes! Managed to pass them!
***
Faster, faster, need to get going! Arrgghh! Stupid earrings! They needed to get broken right now! Where am I getting pearls at this time of the night?! Man, the black gloves are making me sweat!! Girl, do I look good? Fine, thanks!
Ok, now I just need to get a taxi!
***
20 minutes of surfing the f#&king internet later, I was still looking for a taxi to get me there!! Retired to my room to yell. It’s better now. Ok, let’s get moving! Girl, help me get the damn taxi. We’re on the street. I feel like she’s the pimp and I’m the hustled. Not so difficult to get the cursed car afterall. Wave and smile!!
***
Are we supposed to use the highway to get there? The Russian taxi driver wants to be so incredibly fast. I got serenaded and complimented more than I was since I’m in the Netherlands, this should be a good night. Besides, he gave me way too much money back, felt like sharing costs. Spasiva anytime, my friend.
***
The sleazy tight gloves are making me madly thirsty. I tell you, I might as well be naked, if I have those gloves on, I’m still sweating. How do the queens do it so well?! They must be trained to wear gloves in Finnish saunas. They get an ice-cream as prize if they pass the test. No, they get whisky on rocks. Ah! I’ve made myself thirsty again. Where’s my drink?!
***
This is the best zoo I’ve seen before, with my most business-people colleagues I’ve known for months. Hopefully I’ll never know them better. How come they’re looking like pimps, whores, celebrities, dead people, aliens, rock stars, losers, financial advisors who missed their career, exotic diva’s and night birds. If you’re going to flap about the bar, just bring me a drink, will you, sweetheart?! Oh, no, we’re going upstairs, the party moved upstairs!!
***
It’s most entertaining to see all posh people around the tables after lining up for food, but I still see no drinks. By this time I was a wilted flower bird-of-praying on any one who’d have a drink in their hands. When the angels of light came to give us food for our souls. Actually, the waiters finally decided to serve some decent drinks. Laughed again and sipped on my dry white wine for the rest of the night.
***
Met some Italian whom I was brave enough to tell I really speak Italian. Boldly pretend I’m good at it for a rest of the while. Got intimidated, as he was actually taking me seriously. Who takes you seriously at a zoo and glitter party?! Needed to mingle.
***
Found some Dutch guys shocked on my Dutch. Must be language wonder night. I bet I can find some French or other language speakers, to expose my skills. Thought I’ve seen Alicia Keys, these drinks are good or a lot.
***
No-or-little-hair man with a blond-long-haired wig is catching attention at the keys while beauty queen voice still trying to make herself popular in the company’s band. Not bad, I think and shake my bun bun. I notice some people not just walk funny, they’re also a disgrace for the dance floor and some moves you need to remember. Or worse - never forget! That’s even unbearable when you’ll need to talk about processes and systems with a pink-feathered old boy. If I shake it more, will I stop thinking how embarrassing this thing’s going to look tomorrow?!
***
Man I couldn’t give a damn about looking posh, I’m taking off the annoying feverish gloves now! Life suddenly has a different meaning. All that air, all that freedom, the party can start!
***
My bus-colleague is there. I don’t only see him at work, also in the bus in the morning, once he touched my hair, couldn’t help it, so nicely to touch. What can I say, I’m irresistible. LoL. So shout about and tango around on some slow tune. So many people I know.
***
I mingle with my spontaneous Sales inductor. No that’s a person, not a machine. He’s actually the most spontaneous person I’ve met in an uptight business world. He must be lost and lonely in here. He must be gay anyhow, you just can’t behave like this at induction training – what are the poor inductees think?! That it’s an all-time laugh kind of thing?! I reckon they asked the rest of the trainers to sabotage him with their boring legal talks.
***
Oh yey! He’s interested in what I have to say AND he’s deaf! He must be the perfect man! It proves to be a tricky thing to get me in one of the other rooms. As I’m also deaf, we need to get kissingly close to talk to each others ear. Oh well, he’s going to take a long adventurous holiday anyhow, so who cares.
***
I should somehow stop drinking. I haven’t eaten almost anything and I’m just so tired, this could turn out badly. By this time, my feet are just screaming inside my 13cm-high-heal pumps. Most respectable. All the birds here – eat your heart out! Where did the inductor go?! I need to hold tight to something before I fall off.
***
How did my colleagues grouped up about and started being funny?! It must be the drinks.
***
I don’t want to go home, boys?! Are you all going home?! My colleagues look undecidedly boring and ready to receive support before they fall down with sleep fever. I need to keep it happening, all those strangers want me at their party, I might as well go.
***
Rode behind a true Amsterdam bike. Tried to keep hold of the inductor’s body. Or hand, both should be fine. Had the most romantic ride in years to my place.. to my place?! Weren’t we supposed to go on partying?! Young man here says he’s tired. How come he wants to see my lovely room then?! Going up and down my stairs is no after-party, mister! We call it off! Until we shall meet again, ta-ta!
donderdag 23 juli 2009
Nemtii de ieri, italienii de azi…
Cica sunt oameni care merg in delegatii si nu vad nimic. Stau in hotel si muncesc. Intotdeauna mi-a placut sa rad de asemenea oameni. Ce looseri!! Sa stea in hotel si sa munceasca, nu pooot sa cred!! Pana cand am ajuns si eu la fel! Am fost in Germania pentru 2 zile de munca. Si tot ce am facut a fost sa muncesc. Am vazut varfu domului din Koeln din masina si din tren. Joy!
Da ce mi-a placut a fost ca m-am intors in Amsterdam cu trenu cu 2 nemtzoaice. Ce au facut femeile?! Au luat din gara vin. Si pe drum am vorbit in nemteste – ele mai mult, io mai putin. Si am baut vin, si ne-am distrat si am barfit. Cine zicea ca nemtii n-au simtu umorului? Si ca nu stiu sa se distreze – lumea nu mai e cum stiti voi, ba! Natiile se schimba! Si chiar daca nu, se internationalizeaza intr-un fel. Nemtii tineri nu au boala pe negri ca aia batrani. Si putin le pasa daca se casatoresc cu o evreica, chinezoaica, ucrainianca, femeie buna sa fie. Imi mai povestea un prieten olandez ca stie niste nemtzi de te pisi pe tine de ras cu ei – si il cred.
Si mai stiu ca am vazut un reportaj – ca italiani nu mai sunt cum ii stiam noi. Nu sar de cur in sus ca picati cu ceara ca te-ai uitat la gagica lu Marcelo. Nici un mai dau din maini ca disperatii cand iti povestesc cum copilu li se duce la scoala sau un vorbesc mai tare decat o femeie pe PMS. Sunt oameni normali si potoliti si ei. Nu mai se fabrica entuziasm pe banda. Nu mai sunt multi Roberto Begnini-i si nu-i vezi in fiecare zi pe strada… poate-ntr-un film bunos de Felini..
Iar olandezii nu sunt tot timpul rationali. De exemplu, un coleg olandez de-al meu nu a cautat consensu sa rationeze cu un italian – i-a frecat instant una in mecla. Iar italianu calm, n-a ripostat. Asa nu!
Da ce mi-a placut a fost ca m-am intors in Amsterdam cu trenu cu 2 nemtzoaice. Ce au facut femeile?! Au luat din gara vin. Si pe drum am vorbit in nemteste – ele mai mult, io mai putin. Si am baut vin, si ne-am distrat si am barfit. Cine zicea ca nemtii n-au simtu umorului? Si ca nu stiu sa se distreze – lumea nu mai e cum stiti voi, ba! Natiile se schimba! Si chiar daca nu, se internationalizeaza intr-un fel. Nemtii tineri nu au boala pe negri ca aia batrani. Si putin le pasa daca se casatoresc cu o evreica, chinezoaica, ucrainianca, femeie buna sa fie. Imi mai povestea un prieten olandez ca stie niste nemtzi de te pisi pe tine de ras cu ei – si il cred.
Si mai stiu ca am vazut un reportaj – ca italiani nu mai sunt cum ii stiam noi. Nu sar de cur in sus ca picati cu ceara ca te-ai uitat la gagica lu Marcelo. Nici un mai dau din maini ca disperatii cand iti povestesc cum copilu li se duce la scoala sau un vorbesc mai tare decat o femeie pe PMS. Sunt oameni normali si potoliti si ei. Nu mai se fabrica entuziasm pe banda. Nu mai sunt multi Roberto Begnini-i si nu-i vezi in fiecare zi pe strada… poate-ntr-un film bunos de Felini..
Iar olandezii nu sunt tot timpul rationali. De exemplu, un coleg olandez de-al meu nu a cautat consensu sa rationeze cu un italian – i-a frecat instant una in mecla. Iar italianu calm, n-a ripostat. Asa nu!
Changing times
I recently talked to a colleague and he told me he was watching Michael McIntyre lately. I checked it out on you tube and I found hilarious the joke with changing the time. Twice in a year you ask yourself the same question and you never know the right answer – you need to put your clock forward or backwards 1 hour, but you never know which it is J
So this is us – the Oana’s walking down the park in a rainy afternoon wondering if we sleep one hour extra or less… it’s less, damn it!! But the Vondelpark looks so nice in the light rain. It kind of cools you down after a warm experience at the Museumplein Albert Heiijn.
Mental note: I shall not never ever go do groceries on a Sunday afternoon in the supercrowded stinky useless Museumplein Albert Heiijn, I’d rather stay home and eat Turkish pizza from the neighbour across the street.
So this is us – the Oana’s walking down the park in a rainy afternoon wondering if we sleep one hour extra or less… it’s less, damn it!! But the Vondelpark looks so nice in the light rain. It kind of cools you down after a warm experience at the Museumplein Albert Heiijn.
Mental note: I shall not never ever go do groceries on a Sunday afternoon in the supercrowded stinky useless Museumplein Albert Heiijn, I’d rather stay home and eat Turkish pizza from the neighbour across the street.
Ati observat?
Cata mai plictiseala poate sa fie cand nu se intampla nimic?! Cand tu esti cu 2 ore jumate inainte la aeroport si avionul are intarziere cel putin 30 de minute?! Lumea sta in loc, iar tu in mijloc. Ersi fraieru numaru unu!
Asa am petrecut eu o zi din mijloc de transport in altu sa ajung acasa in Amsterdam. Noroc ca mi-am cumparat carti din Belgia – iar in cazul in care n-ati citit pana acum Levy, este addictive. In sensul ca nu lasi cartea pana nu termini, la dracu, si te chinuie vreo 3 zile!
Asa am petrecut eu o zi din mijloc de transport in altu sa ajung acasa in Amsterdam. Noroc ca mi-am cumparat carti din Belgia – iar in cazul in care n-ati citit pana acum Levy, este addictive. In sensul ca nu lasi cartea pana nu termini, la dracu, si te chinuie vreo 3 zile!
Mon 20th of October @ Cerna/Buchi
Half asleep I struggle to move my feet to the car. I catch up with my dad about everything and ride an empty road to the countryside. There I see my family, we laugh about so-called golden rings bought for real money from gipsies and other fooling around.
Back to Buchi and I attempted a normal Monday, so met with friends for drinks and good talks. We weren’t able to find any bar open which would hold in 13 persons on one table without crap music and screaming speakers. So we finally managed to get in the Da Vinci.
Felt like the last dinner indeed – at the centre of attention telling every one how I managed to miss a flight, party in Brussels and get to a wedding. Hearing everything I missed out on my friends. Oh well, we’ll miss some more of each other’s lives. And then we’ll get together again at a big table. Ta-ta!
woensdag 22 juli 2009
Sun 19th of October @ Buchi
There are no incidents when getting to the Brussels airport, Lekker Piu walking me off and the last diet Coke we get speaking Dutch. It must be the first time I speak Dutch in Brussels.. so anyhow, I’m happy to kill some time with friends anytime, even unplanned – unexpectedly expect to have fun!! I become easily amused when I need to change my clothes in my parent’s car. Have I mentioned I was going to a wedding?! Right! I was supposed to be the bride’s maid.
In the meanwhile I was too late to be that. I had just missed the ceremony and the beginning of the wedding. My father was driving like formula 1 ditching other cars and cutting in front. My mother was giving me the latest updates and my father traffic indications. I was on my back with my make up already on, with one leg up rolling up my panties and getting the looks from taxi drivers and other men in traffic. Pushing around my bra became an ok thing, judging by the approbatory signs they were happy to make. My mother said I’d be next to marry. Shit, we all know it’s Lia!
Back to Buchi and the wedding. We danced, caught up with stories. It always gets so that you start telling your friends about your life and some totally stranger wants to find out more about the Netherlands. So you begin on the country assessment shit and they want to know if the Dutch women are hot. How the hell should I know?! Compared to what?! And I must know about the Dutch.. well I know something, but obviously I haven’t been there that long!
Happy people, married people, pregnant friend and plans for other friends. Absolutely no perspectives for others……..
Back to Buchi and the wedding. We danced, caught up with stories. It always gets so that you start telling your friends about your life and some totally stranger wants to find out more about the Netherlands. So you begin on the country assessment shit and they want to know if the Dutch women are hot. How the hell should I know?! Compared to what?! And I must know about the Dutch.. well I know something, but obviously I haven’t been there that long!
Happy people, married people, pregnant friend and plans for other friends. Absolutely no perspectives for others……..
Sat 18th of October @ Amsterdam-Schiphol-Brussels/South-Charleroi-Brussels/South – Brussels/Center-Brussels/North-STOP!
I’m so enthusiastic I figured it all out – I’m going to my best friend’s wedding. I’ll take the cheapest flight possible – that’s travelling from Amsterdam to Schiphol to Brussels South, to Charleroi and reach final destination – Bucharest. It’s just like some friend of a friend use to tell me about her boyfriend. He flew from Amsterdam to New York with final destination Bucharest, Romania just to get a 1Euro flight. It’s 2 days flying basically, but what a man wouldn’t do for love!! And One Euro!!So I’m screening the multiple trains and busses I need to catch to get there. I get on tram 1 – then on train 1 and get my ass to the Airport. To Schiphol. I just need to ask myself – what the f_*k am I doing there with no direct connection.. well, if I’m still there, need to do some shopping. Browsing shops, time passing, I just missed a train, well, that’s fine, that means only that I can shop some more! Next train to catch target – half an hour later! I suddenly feel a strange emotion – an awareness which makes me go there 15min earlier. Like the guardian dog to Hell in Greek mythology this lady checks tickets before boarding to Brussels. It seems I have this ticket which is valid to one train – one train that leaves every hour. So I need to wait another 45 minutes?! Are you out of your freakin’ mind?! This is surreal. Brussels South is double!!
I catch this hourly train to Brusse
I catch this hourly train to Brusse
ls South, I get off and need to take a bus to Charleroi. I’m a bit late. I will be really late and unable to get on my flight if I don’t leave soon to f@*king Charleroi. I just go ask a taxi driver how much for the trip. He says Eur160. Are you out of your mind?! I paid almost 80 for the damn flight!! Well, then 120, my last offer. Shove your offer up your Algerian behind, I say! I’m getting to the damn bus which not only takes one hour, but 1h and 10 min, long enough to make me miss the check in with 2minutes. I alarm some service guys at the desks, one runs after the check in experts, they don’t want to re-open the gates,
they’re done with work. There are about 10 other people with the same stupid-me expression on their face. Some Indian Dutch people, who didn’t read the tickets properly, paid huge money to the taxi to get there and see it flying out of their face. Some Romanian I-need-to-talk-to-the-one-in-charge kinda’ guys who’d think the manager gives a damn. They don’t. I start calling my uncle for flight indications and Luciana a.k.a. Lekker Piu for accommodation.
I score accommodation in Brussels North. I try to get on the next bus back. I get the answer we don’t sell tickets, you need to buy
they’re done with work. There are about 10 other people with the same stupid-me expression on their face. Some Indian Dutch people, who didn’t read the tickets properly, paid huge money to the taxi to get there and see it flying out of their face. Some Romanian I-need-to-talk-to-the-one-in-charge kinda’ guys who’d think the manager gives a damn. They don’t. I start calling my uncle for flight indications and Luciana a.k.a. Lekker Piu for accommodation.I score accommodation in Brussels North. I try to get on the next bus back. I get the answer we don’t sell tickets, you need to buy
them in the airport. But I put my luggage in, say I in a despair’s pitiful voice. Well, then hurry up says the fat bastard. But what if you leave?! Well if you don’t hurry up, I will. What kind of a oracle answer is that?! Who talks like this?! I get my luggage down and buy the damn ticket, I’m still in time, but so is the sweaty gorilla to put his foot in the door and contemplating remark with a smile attached – we’re leaving. I guess that’s how it feels when some one is nailing you from behind. The only sense of relief gets to me when I’m on the bus and decide to go see if they have any more flights in the centre. What do you think?! They don’t. Right!
It even seems more hilarious when I’m telling Piu the story and she’s laughing her ass off and we try to make another reservation. Besides noticing the low-value of internet banking, as any machine is good enough for your account, I see I cannot book a damn flight. Luckily I’m saved by goodwill friends ready to call some one in France to make online transactions on the phone. Really trustworthy! The deep magic of the Brussels night continues with the Romanian polenta of expert Juli with a view on the city. We cand only dream at the party ahead. KMG, the funky band in the city is some hope. No offence to them, but I wasn’t expecting much. To my surprise, they go on dancing on tables and keep the hot rhythms loud. Sometimes this is interrupted by some girl bitching about just everything she can pick on. I try to get her some drinks, she refuses, I could almost smack you, bitch!
The crazy crowd is tirish, we move on to salsa shit. In case you haven’t heard about it, I’m no damn salsa girl. But I’m a groupy when it comes to friends. So we really had an amazing night partying, dancing like good old times and gossiping about some Colombian boys getting their hands all over.. Thankfully not all the time on the same ass! We move on to Piu’s house and laugh about the night.
Fri 17th of October @ Amsterdam
What’s with the facebook nowadays? Is it a dating site?! Every one I know had at least one date through it. Well, so I needed to try it. The smell of beer, put-out cigarettes, friendship and talk coiffured with slippery looks is making me crunch @ Heineken. There’s nothing there to feed passion, I think. So I might as well fly to Buchi.
Thurs 16th of October @ The Hague
One napping-more-than-sleeping week with uni projects, too much drinking, smoking, talking in between preceding some Buchi fun on rocks. After boring talks @ The Hague uni, I quietly wait for the tram with some Grove Armada sounds in my ears. When this guy comes to ask me if I’m waiting for the tram. No, you idiot, I just figured out all the bars around the uni were closed at the minute, so I decided to spend my night in the tram stop. I’m blissfully enjoying my music and darkness complimented by the cold here, thank you. How about you?! I guess by the looks on his face I insulted him with my silence. He tells me – The tram is not coming here any more, I’ve seen it posted. All arrogance is giggled away swiftly.. he he – I didn’t know that!! :) smiled she.
Of course I was on my highest high heal shoes! Mental note: never use superhigh high heals after 10 in the evening unless you have a car picking you up. The dirty in-between neighbourhood is such a women-hunters’ nest, I’d want to make friends with the enemy – the arrogancee one. Say, mate, are you also walking to the next stop, I smiled charmingly :) I was just supposed to talk about Amsterdam for few minutes, then he’d be my mate forever. Well, I’ll ditch him when I get there.. so I got there.
Of course I was on my highest high heal shoes! Mental note: never use superhigh high heals after 10 in the evening unless you have a car picking you up. The dirty in-between neighbourhood is such a women-hunters’ nest, I’d want to make friends with the enemy – the arrogancee one. Say, mate, are you also walking to the next stop, I smiled charmingly :) I was just supposed to talk about Amsterdam for few minutes, then he’d be my mate forever. Well, I’ll ditch him when I get there.. so I got there.
dinsdag 21 juli 2009
In caz
In caz ca n-ati observat, mie imi place ordinea cronologica.
Acum ceva timp in urma mi-am dat seama ca daca tot vorbeam de ciclicitate, ultima data cand scriam ceva pe-aici era inainte sa plec in Romania. Acum tot la inainte sa plec in Romania sunt, da ceva mai tarziu, cu un MBA aproape terminat, cu mai mult timp si mai buna dispozitie.
Zice Geamalinga ca de ce scriu ca sunt online daca pe urma dispar – na ca n-o sa mai dispar! O sa scriu sa sara tastatura! Sa-nebuneasca mouse-ul daca va mint! Si sa mi se descarce bateria sa-mi moara calculatoru cand scriu cea mai intere santa chestie daca nu va sa fie.
Deci sa fie intai trecut si pe urma sa fie viitor. Ca daca ati mai auzit povestile, dati mai departe si va sa fie!
Acum ceva timp in urma mi-am dat seama ca daca tot vorbeam de ciclicitate, ultima data cand scriam ceva pe-aici era inainte sa plec in Romania. Acum tot la inainte sa plec in Romania sunt, da ceva mai tarziu, cu un MBA aproape terminat, cu mai mult timp si mai buna dispozitie.
Zice Geamalinga ca de ce scriu ca sunt online daca pe urma dispar – na ca n-o sa mai dispar! O sa scriu sa sara tastatura! Sa-nebuneasca mouse-ul daca va mint! Si sa mi se descarce bateria sa-mi moara calculatoru cand scriu cea mai intere santa chestie daca nu va sa fie.
Deci sa fie intai trecut si pe urma sa fie viitor. Ca daca ati mai auzit povestile, dati mai departe si va sa fie!
vrijdag 17 juli 2009
My mamma told me I’m special
I need to experiment some dark world – Paradiso should be the place. With Tricky on stage! This means I need to move! He’s playing tonight.
So what do you do when you need something or you’re bored? (Piu, besides getting a man? Yeah, you surf the internet!) especially – Facebook. The place you can find everything on. So let me just move my mousy mouse around my desk and get to the virtual place where everything’s possible – even to get a last-minute ticket.
I need to see this guy in front of a cinema.. I’m fuc*ing asking like 7 people where the cinema can be and no one knows. You bastards downloader’s! You cheap weak computer addicts! Go out more often, you couch potatoes. I just came to this city, what’s your excuse?! Well, anyhow, I get this Moroccan to show me the way and finally I meet this tall Dutch guy who just broke up with his girlfriend, so he’s going to sell one ticket and just figure it out if he can sell the other one, ‘cause any Tricky playing is going to remind him of his ex and he’s going to feel even more miserable, so just forget about it!
Why do I care so much, I’m just going to get my ticket. But then I don’t have change, he doesn’t have change.. I go again in search for yet another idiot to take me to a shop or open whatever. I need some change!! I end up in this bar where just to make me even more uncomfortable, the bar tender says he’s not going to give me change unless I buy something. Just give me a diet Coke, you asocial cheap frustrated fag bag! One Coke later and some more change in my pocket, I was finally able to buy the stupid ticket!!
And there I was! No, not in the crowd, I was just on the couch, drinking and talking to the other Oana, with no purpose whatsoever. I just thought – well, let me be fashionably late. Well, our talks were far too important and deciding the future of the world, ourselves and the others, so let it be filter to the world’s plans – we have the good ones!
Some drinks and stuff later, I realized I’m walking in on Tricky in a packed up Crowd at the Paradiso. Before taking another sound in my ears, let it be drinks! And then it all comes – the atmosphere is so so there!! All people – one body, one mass of melted personalities and hot bodies in the erotic blue night. I mean it’s so blinding black all around and then the blue spotlights warm up the stage is a kinky and nipple-arising way. The voice of Tricky can overcome evil. Or good. Such a porn superstar! He sounds like lust with a name.
I’m so warmed up by the light and the sound and I try to see more in the sweating squeezed crowd – they’re all so tall!! When I find the perfect spot.. but this woman, this woman in front of me – she thinks she’s at some metal concert. She shakes her head so badly I can swear she’s on xtc.. and she has these most erotic moves! But then again – that hair.. the blond sleazy hair!! She must have wanted to be special about it – not wash it for a week. Or 2! Rubbing it against my shoulders – I need to get a shower! And You Need to take a shower! Dirty bitch! And then I remember so many wrong concerts with so many stupid people and I think – at least she’s enjoying it so much, so let it be!
And Tricky’s moving the floor, people are lost in the darkness and sound – good sweet sound! And Tricky yells: My mamma told me I’m special!!!
So what do you do when you need something or you’re bored? (Piu, besides getting a man? Yeah, you surf the internet!) especially – Facebook. The place you can find everything on. So let me just move my mousy mouse around my desk and get to the virtual place where everything’s possible – even to get a last-minute ticket.
I need to see this guy in front of a cinema.. I’m fuc*ing asking like 7 people where the cinema can be and no one knows. You bastards downloader’s! You cheap weak computer addicts! Go out more often, you couch potatoes. I just came to this city, what’s your excuse?! Well, anyhow, I get this Moroccan to show me the way and finally I meet this tall Dutch guy who just broke up with his girlfriend, so he’s going to sell one ticket and just figure it out if he can sell the other one, ‘cause any Tricky playing is going to remind him of his ex and he’s going to feel even more miserable, so just forget about it!
Why do I care so much, I’m just going to get my ticket. But then I don’t have change, he doesn’t have change.. I go again in search for yet another idiot to take me to a shop or open whatever. I need some change!! I end up in this bar where just to make me even more uncomfortable, the bar tender says he’s not going to give me change unless I buy something. Just give me a diet Coke, you asocial cheap frustrated fag bag! One Coke later and some more change in my pocket, I was finally able to buy the stupid ticket!!
And there I was! No, not in the crowd, I was just on the couch, drinking and talking to the other Oana, with no purpose whatsoever. I just thought – well, let me be fashionably late. Well, our talks were far too important and deciding the future of the world, ourselves and the others, so let it be filter to the world’s plans – we have the good ones!
Some drinks and stuff later, I realized I’m walking in on Tricky in a packed up Crowd at the Paradiso. Before taking another sound in my ears, let it be drinks! And then it all comes – the atmosphere is so so there!! All people – one body, one mass of melted personalities and hot bodies in the erotic blue night. I mean it’s so blinding black all around and then the blue spotlights warm up the stage is a kinky and nipple-arising way. The voice of Tricky can overcome evil. Or good. Such a porn superstar! He sounds like lust with a name.
I’m so warmed up by the light and the sound and I try to see more in the sweating squeezed crowd – they’re all so tall!! When I find the perfect spot.. but this woman, this woman in front of me – she thinks she’s at some metal concert. She shakes her head so badly I can swear she’s on xtc.. and she has these most erotic moves! But then again – that hair.. the blond sleazy hair!! She must have wanted to be special about it – not wash it for a week. Or 2! Rubbing it against my shoulders – I need to get a shower! And You Need to take a shower! Dirty bitch! And then I remember so many wrong concerts with so many stupid people and I think – at least she’s enjoying it so much, so let it be!
And Tricky’s moving the floor, people are lost in the darkness and sound – good sweet sound! And Tricky yells: My mamma told me I’m special!!!
All the things go round and round
This is not my theory. But the world is round. And all the things go round and round and round. Needless to say what goes around comes around. A twist of faith is a twist of mind. A while ago I found out some one very dear to me was about to pass away. I felt my world collapsed and my mind went drenched to a sombre slippery hopeless pit.
I read what I’ve written on my little black book – “My hand is insecure, it takes a lot of my mind. It has the sudden most bizarre tendency to throw the coffee away, to spill it all over my white shirt, to put Dalmatian stains on the floor and makes people slip on it, break their neck on the cold rough slippery floor. Then my hand will be secure again. Badly secure… ” and then “Has anyone seen a f.. murder? How long it takes. How slow it is.” I think control goes loose, you can easily lose your temper, cause humans are such fragile beings..
How do you prevent being fragile? Do you break yourself to pieces more times so you build resistance? At the end of the day you’re still a pile of broken glass..
I’ve always wanted not to believe some tragic moments in my life can appear, but they did. I somehow didn’t want to hear about it ‘cause I didn’t want to jinx it – my happiness. No one in my family ever dies; they just stick around – an old crowd who’s just enjoying.
And then it just happens – and then it’s nothing… and..
It’s alright, it’s ok, it’s going to be fine, Wanna! Wanna, you’ll be alright. It’s me, Wanna. I’m here. – when I was just a little girl I had another me – I was the smart, beautiful, nice one. The blond princess with smartness attached and a touch of coolness.
And then you’re sitting in a room and you don’t know what to do with yourself, ‘cause nothing resembles to yourself anymore. You don’t have any sense of wonder any more and there’s no childlike play, the world is just a cruel mature and responsible place to be in. And that’s sad. So you’re just yearning to go around again, but the world stays still.
So how did it go around for me? First it was the shock, then it was the reality, now it’s just consequence. I want to fight it. I will do something small about it. I will take my revenge on it. So I’m going to run the marathon for The Worldwide Cancer Research Funds (het Wereld Kanker Onzerzoek Fonds) and hopefully get some sponsorship for it to make the cancer die from this world!
“My mamma told me I’m special.”
I read what I’ve written on my little black book – “My hand is insecure, it takes a lot of my mind. It has the sudden most bizarre tendency to throw the coffee away, to spill it all over my white shirt, to put Dalmatian stains on the floor and makes people slip on it, break their neck on the cold rough slippery floor. Then my hand will be secure again. Badly secure… ” and then “Has anyone seen a f.. murder? How long it takes. How slow it is.” I think control goes loose, you can easily lose your temper, cause humans are such fragile beings..
How do you prevent being fragile? Do you break yourself to pieces more times so you build resistance? At the end of the day you’re still a pile of broken glass..
I’ve always wanted not to believe some tragic moments in my life can appear, but they did. I somehow didn’t want to hear about it ‘cause I didn’t want to jinx it – my happiness. No one in my family ever dies; they just stick around – an old crowd who’s just enjoying.
And then it just happens – and then it’s nothing… and..
It’s alright, it’s ok, it’s going to be fine, Wanna! Wanna, you’ll be alright. It’s me, Wanna. I’m here. – when I was just a little girl I had another me – I was the smart, beautiful, nice one. The blond princess with smartness attached and a touch of coolness.
And then you’re sitting in a room and you don’t know what to do with yourself, ‘cause nothing resembles to yourself anymore. You don’t have any sense of wonder any more and there’s no childlike play, the world is just a cruel mature and responsible place to be in. And that’s sad. So you’re just yearning to go around again, but the world stays still.
So how did it go around for me? First it was the shock, then it was the reality, now it’s just consequence. I want to fight it. I will do something small about it. I will take my revenge on it. So I’m going to run the marathon for The Worldwide Cancer Research Funds (het Wereld Kanker Onzerzoek Fonds) and hopefully get some sponsorship for it to make the cancer die from this world!
“My mamma told me I’m special.”
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