Ne intalnim la Leidseplein care cu care, ca niciodata nu-s toti.. si mergem in cautarea restaurantului indonezian.. pe una dintre stradutele supraaglomerate de restaurante din jur. Suntem 3 baieti si 3 fete, eu sunt cea mai tanara pana la 50-shi cel mai batran si mergem sa vedem The Presidents of The United States of America, ca au fost copilaria mea si tineretile lor. Dar inainte, bagam un indonezian.. n-am stiut niciodata ca e asa ieftin – gen 7 pana in 10eur. Nici daca vrei nu poti sa dai mai mult de 12eur.. cat 3-4 beri LoL. Mi-am adusa minte ca betivii calculeaza costul de oportunitate in beri, cat un cocktail, na! Ah, nici asta nu era bine! Cat juma de carte! Cat un makiaj ieftin, cat un Vogue Italy sau un strippenkaart.
Nici nu stiu ce pot sa mananc la indonezian. Fac un rezumat din cemananca ceilalti si imi comand ce-si ia cel mai de incredere. Ce condimentat e, mai vreau o bere! Si radem de un tip ca cica cei care nu spun g-ul ca si can dar scuipa, da mai ushor, au coeficientul de inteligenta mai redus – spun studiile. Iar eu inocenta – ah, eu am auzit ca in sud vorbesc asa. Hahaha, zic ei, daaa! Exact! De acolo vine asta!! Da, mersi, zice el si se uita la mine de parca ar vrea sa-mi frece o farfurie indoneziana peste freza. Radem, glumim, da mai si bem – mergem la Belgica, ce mirare, un bar belgian unde poti bea bere belgiana. Da noi ca olandezii tot pe Heineken o tinem.. vedea-m-ar prietenul meu acuma! El numai bere belgiana ar bea toata ziua..
Se consti tuie ceea ce se numeste “pushculitza”. Fiecare pune 50eur de bautura si distractie. Si banii se dau mai departe, sa mai ia unu-altu cate un rand. Fiecare da cu randurile de bere. Am terminata ici, hai sa vedem si noi concertu. E full din nou in Paradiso!! Rockereala. Muzica tare, chitara tare si visele din copilarie la maxim pentru mine.. imi aduc aminte de printre primele video-uri de la Mtv. Eu sunt generatia Mtv. Acuma s-a stricat totu, da inainte era asa frumos sa te uiti juma de zi la Mtv – chiar dadeau muzica, acuma numai reality show-uri.. pff… Deci hai cu rockereala! Unu dintre noi descopera can u-i place muzica.. cum, frate?! Da atunci de ce ai venit la concert? Pai nici n-am ascultat ce mi-ati dat voi linkuri, da am zis ca e gemelli cu voi!! Ce idiot!! Zice alalalt! Ai dat si bani, fraiere!! Alta data sa te uiti, ca daca imi place mie nu-i o garantie – vad, zice primul..
In fine, ne place, ne place! Concertul se termina, sunt si ei ushor obositi, sunt batrani oamenii, da tot in aceeasi formula! Noi nu chiar, asa ca mai bagam niste beri la alt bar, tot cu banii din pushculitza. La sfarsitul serii mai raman 5eur de toata pushculitza si se cara fiecare pe la casele lui..
vrijdag 28 augustus 2009
woensdag 26 augustus 2009
Girls' Weekend
Friday
What happens when girls come together?! A lot of talking gets done. One of my colleagues invited me at hers. We got down to pasta and proseco with a taste of office gossip. We moved on to more interesting topics like boyfriends and relationships, advanced to image and improvements, with a touch of housing and decorations. We got again back to love and relationships and somehow got to families, contraceptives, children and going out. Happiness is debated and how magical it is. Can’t give the details though, the woman would sue me. She’ll be turning into a piranha and I’ll be the innocent child swimming in the clear waters.. All I can say is a bottle of proseco is good enough to pull up stories of a lifetime ;)
Another day, another girl. You womanizers should be eating your hear out! We walk around trading-yourself stands at the RAI. I find no one to sell my soul to. The company people monologue around me, I think I want to be a freelancer once the crisis is over. Is it going to be over soon, btw?! It was supposed to be funnier, people experimenting all the crazy stuff, like during war. You-never-know-when-you’re-going-to-die kind of mentality. But no, it’s actually alienating people – scared not to lose their jobs, they sit quietly in front of their computer and wait for hours before they spend 5 minutes at coffee. Get a life, you Armagedon kamikaze!! Soon I’ll be greeting zombies at the lift. I care too much about my skin to be able to unrecognizably work my ass off.
Had Belgian beer and some digestible food at a bar around the corner. The waitress was flirting with my ballerina. Get a life, bi’ha! I get a ride home and we call it off for the day. I’m getting in the housewife housy mood and deliberately spend my day in the kitchen. Food responds accordingly. I’m patting myself on the back.
Attempted to go to sleep early.
Sunday
Yes, I’m meeting yet another mermaid, different city. Gigi’s in NL so go to Arnhem to see her. We’re doing our talks while checking out the closed shops, damned them be!! We shall return for the goodies some other day, shall it be. As per usual, we’re discussing the stories of our lives. I’m not particularly enjoying the mature us with housing, real estate and mortgages stories, but can’t help them. We dig an eating bar in the center and get good food. We discover at some point that we’re the only clients left with the waiters at a decent time. We decide that’s no big city. We hug the hasta luego and swear to see each other some more. Yay!
Yes, I’m meeting yet another mermaid, different city. Gigi’s in NL so go to Arnhem to see her. We’re doing our talks while checking out the closed shops, damned them be!! We shall return for the goodies some other day, shall it be. As per usual, we’re discussing the stories of our lives. I’m not particularly enjoying the mature us with housing, real estate and mortgages stories, but can’t help them. We dig an eating bar in the center and get good food. We discover at some point that we’re the only clients left with the waiters at a decent time. We decide that’s no big city. We hug the hasta luego and swear to see each other some more. Yay!
Sooner or later it all comes crushing down..
All the best computers crush down, I guess. I suppose they don’t make you travel from Amsterdam to The Hague for that, but that’s mine!!! [aaarrrggghhh!! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10] I needed to work on a project, so I got on the train and got to Stefan’s place and started to write on it. After a large dinner and wine, few hours later in the night, I was still writing. Stefan fell asleep in front of the tv and I was quietly writing. Thanks God for the external hard driver and Alex for choosing it for me!! Otherwise half of my life would be gone!! The drama, the pain! But now I’m fine, I got myself a new nice one ;)
House Weekend
Saturday
7:37 a.m. – I receive a sms from Anna telling me she’s awake. Must be one of the few persons in the Netherlands!! I try to go back to sleep, but a housewife consciousness takes over and makes me clear awake and in sudden need to clean up everything facing me!
8:00 a.m. – Sure a coffee would be good.. though I’d need to decalcify my coffee machine.. aaaarrgghh! I hate mornings!!
10:00 a.m. – I start cleaning up the kitchen – yey! The absolute statement this morning – everything needs to be brand-new shining.. as I carry on with scrubbing, puffing detergent, cleaning off and other nice verbs I avoided to use so far in my life.. I discover 1. this is going to take ages; 2. This is never going to be brand-new clean. And thát I hate!
10:38 a.m. – I figure it out that the yellow “thing” is not some weird mutant dirt, but real paint that goes off if you clean up the cupboards - a bit - more.. Damn!! They must have never cleaned up – the paint still stays on everywhere!! Aarrgghh!!
11:20 a.m. – Have you ever seen The Adams Family?! Tara-nah nah, ching ching! Tara-nah-nah! Well, the previous inhabitants of my house must have loved it! There were spider webs everywhere.. I guess it took them several months to grow them, but they finally succeeded – what a satisfaction! Well, I took up the horror task of bringing them down – I’m such an exorcist!!
11:25 a.m. – enough fun for me – I go back to scrubbing the kitchen! I’m so good with beauty treatments!
12:14 p.m. – One moore tiimmee! I hear my music – and I go – One moore tiiimee…
12:45 p.m. – I hurry up to the AH for super-fast shopping – I only pay for half, must be weekend discount
1:00 p.m. – I meet the building sort of administrator who gives me precious advice on how to sue the sellers for hidden damage of the house.. do I really need that?!
2:01 p.m. – Anna says she’s going to help me get an armchair, she’d be coming with an Ukrainian guy to look at the bedroom, maybe he can get it fixed.. I sure cannot! She says she’ll run a bit late..
2:30 p.m. – nice to have fun in the kitchen, now some fun with moving stuff to the attic.
2:45 p.m. – I’m thinking – is Anna still coming with the guys?! Am I going to be late again? I’m supposed to have my most expected moment of the month – appointment at the beauty saloon – so long ago that I could relax!
2:46 p.m. – As I have nothing else better to do, I check out the photo’s on my camera – all those memories.. make me dream awaaayy.. ah! I need some action!
3:00 p.m. – I realize the house is not clean enough, so I start rearranging stuff.. as if that made it better..
3:10 p.m. – The Russian speakers arrive.. I only get “material”, “davai” and I can say “spasiva”. So the Ukrainian guy asks me how come I haven’t studied Russian in school.. well I guess I was busy with French – excuse my French! We’re driving far off to the Villa ArenA on Chemical Bro rhythms and chatting in English, Dutch and Russian altogether..
3:45 p.m. – Lucky me I’m with strong men helping me!! I just need to smile and go on..
6:15 p.m. – Yvonne, the beauty treatment guru, breaks the news that I didn’t eat proper meals lately.. I was busy! She doesn’t accept it as an excuse, I need to work on it.. damn!! AND! I need to relax, don’t stress, hey, at least don’t do anything tonight! Just relax!! OK ok..
7:15 p.m. – I arrive home in a state of total relaxation. Man, I love beauty treatments!
8:15 p.m. – I’m shocked! I just got a letter saying if I buy a spot now to be buried, coffin etc., I get a discount! From Eur 4,500 to Eur 3,800 – just round about… Are people cheap when they’re having burials too?! Is buying your death a mean to say I lived rich or I lived poor?! Do you get a place in front? What do I need to pay to sit next to God? Can I buy some wings to fly around in Heaven or some good drinks and chicks to party in Hell?!
8:30 p.m. – I find some old magazine (Off the Record, no. 5, 2008) and read an article about Blof. What happened after Umoja!! How they were singing about the death of a dog and some neighbour came in while they were playing telling her dog just died. So this doesn’t only happen to me!! – Continuity, I mean! (it’s a principle, check it out – and my philosophical @ss ;) ) I don’t even have a dog!
9:10 p.m. – I read: “la scoperta della sessualità, la ricerca di un’identità, il paradossale desiderio di individualismo e il contempo, di appartenenza al gruppo, l’incomunicabilità, le passioni inconfessate, le aspirazioni rivendicate, i riti, le mode. Quella strana energia” – it’s all about teenagers, how they get to discover themselves.. every now and then I’m still going back to those questions. Does that mean I’m still a teenager?!
9:27 p.m. – Despite Yvonne’s recommendations, I start reading some Financial accounting lovely book :P
Sunday
11: 25 a.m. – I discover the entrance door to my apartment is a bit open. Any cat would fit through it. Have I slept with the door open? For how long has it been open really?! Well, at least I feel very safe now. If a burglar, raper or killer was refusing such an invitation, this must be a safe neighbourhood! Look, mom, I’m ok! :)
2:33 p.m. – As a good neighbour, you’re supposed to clean up the stairs that lead to your apartment. I bet you lazy asses don’t do that. There are always cleaners for that. Well, in my building each does a stair case. So I let them see no dust, but super-housewife power!!
2:49 p.m. – As my computer is wasted, I’ll need to reinstall Windows. I start doing so at the same time with my warm-up exercises.
5:10 p.m. – Let it run, let it run.. computer check – installation failed, ok, once more! I’ll take a hair dying and a shower in the meanwhile..
5:30 p.m. – I finish up dying my hair.. the bloody computer is still running his stupid installations..
5:55 p.m. – I blow my hair dry, trying not to get angry about my computer.
11:30 p.m. – Imi bag p*_%*^$#@ in el de computer – I hear myself swearing in Romanian. Now where did that come from?! I give it up, I’m going to sleep!!
7:37 a.m. – I receive a sms from Anna telling me she’s awake. Must be one of the few persons in the Netherlands!! I try to go back to sleep, but a housewife consciousness takes over and makes me clear awake and in sudden need to clean up everything facing me!
8:00 a.m. – Sure a coffee would be good.. though I’d need to decalcify my coffee machine.. aaaarrgghh! I hate mornings!!
10:00 a.m. – I start cleaning up the kitchen – yey! The absolute statement this morning – everything needs to be brand-new shining.. as I carry on with scrubbing, puffing detergent, cleaning off and other nice verbs I avoided to use so far in my life.. I discover 1. this is going to take ages; 2. This is never going to be brand-new clean. And thát I hate!
10:38 a.m. – I figure it out that the yellow “thing” is not some weird mutant dirt, but real paint that goes off if you clean up the cupboards - a bit - more.. Damn!! They must have never cleaned up – the paint still stays on everywhere!! Aarrgghh!!
11:20 a.m. – Have you ever seen The Adams Family?! Tara-nah nah, ching ching! Tara-nah-nah! Well, the previous inhabitants of my house must have loved it! There were spider webs everywhere.. I guess it took them several months to grow them, but they finally succeeded – what a satisfaction! Well, I took up the horror task of bringing them down – I’m such an exorcist!!
11:25 a.m. – enough fun for me – I go back to scrubbing the kitchen! I’m so good with beauty treatments!
12:14 p.m. – One moore tiimmee! I hear my music – and I go – One moore tiiimee…
12:45 p.m. – I hurry up to the AH for super-fast shopping – I only pay for half, must be weekend discount
1:00 p.m. – I meet the building sort of administrator who gives me precious advice on how to sue the sellers for hidden damage of the house.. do I really need that?!
2:01 p.m. – Anna says she’s going to help me get an armchair, she’d be coming with an Ukrainian guy to look at the bedroom, maybe he can get it fixed.. I sure cannot! She says she’ll run a bit late..
2:30 p.m. – nice to have fun in the kitchen, now some fun with moving stuff to the attic.
2:45 p.m. – I’m thinking – is Anna still coming with the guys?! Am I going to be late again? I’m supposed to have my most expected moment of the month – appointment at the beauty saloon – so long ago that I could relax!
2:46 p.m. – As I have nothing else better to do, I check out the photo’s on my camera – all those memories.. make me dream awaaayy.. ah! I need some action!
3:00 p.m. – I realize the house is not clean enough, so I start rearranging stuff.. as if that made it better..
3:10 p.m. – The Russian speakers arrive.. I only get “material”, “davai” and I can say “spasiva”. So the Ukrainian guy asks me how come I haven’t studied Russian in school.. well I guess I was busy with French – excuse my French! We’re driving far off to the Villa ArenA on Chemical Bro rhythms and chatting in English, Dutch and Russian altogether..
3:45 p.m. – Lucky me I’m with strong men helping me!! I just need to smile and go on..
6:15 p.m. – Yvonne, the beauty treatment guru, breaks the news that I didn’t eat proper meals lately.. I was busy! She doesn’t accept it as an excuse, I need to work on it.. damn!! AND! I need to relax, don’t stress, hey, at least don’t do anything tonight! Just relax!! OK ok..
7:15 p.m. – I arrive home in a state of total relaxation. Man, I love beauty treatments!
8:15 p.m. – I’m shocked! I just got a letter saying if I buy a spot now to be buried, coffin etc., I get a discount! From Eur 4,500 to Eur 3,800 – just round about… Are people cheap when they’re having burials too?! Is buying your death a mean to say I lived rich or I lived poor?! Do you get a place in front? What do I need to pay to sit next to God? Can I buy some wings to fly around in Heaven or some good drinks and chicks to party in Hell?!
8:30 p.m. – I find some old magazine (Off the Record, no. 5, 2008) and read an article about Blof. What happened after Umoja!! How they were singing about the death of a dog and some neighbour came in while they were playing telling her dog just died. So this doesn’t only happen to me!! – Continuity, I mean! (it’s a principle, check it out – and my philosophical @ss ;) ) I don’t even have a dog!
9:10 p.m. – I read: “la scoperta della sessualità, la ricerca di un’identità, il paradossale desiderio di individualismo e il contempo, di appartenenza al gruppo, l’incomunicabilità, le passioni inconfessate, le aspirazioni rivendicate, i riti, le mode. Quella strana energia” – it’s all about teenagers, how they get to discover themselves.. every now and then I’m still going back to those questions. Does that mean I’m still a teenager?!
9:27 p.m. – Despite Yvonne’s recommendations, I start reading some Financial accounting lovely book :P
Sunday
11: 25 a.m. – I discover the entrance door to my apartment is a bit open. Any cat would fit through it. Have I slept with the door open? For how long has it been open really?! Well, at least I feel very safe now. If a burglar, raper or killer was refusing such an invitation, this must be a safe neighbourhood! Look, mom, I’m ok! :)
2:33 p.m. – As a good neighbour, you’re supposed to clean up the stairs that lead to your apartment. I bet you lazy asses don’t do that. There are always cleaners for that. Well, in my building each does a stair case. So I let them see no dust, but super-housewife power!!
2:49 p.m. – As my computer is wasted, I’ll need to reinstall Windows. I start doing so at the same time with my warm-up exercises.
5:10 p.m. – Let it run, let it run.. computer check – installation failed, ok, once more! I’ll take a hair dying and a shower in the meanwhile..
5:30 p.m. – I finish up dying my hair.. the bloody computer is still running his stupid installations..
5:55 p.m. – I blow my hair dry, trying not to get angry about my computer.
11:30 p.m. – Imi bag p*_%*^$#@ in el de computer – I hear myself swearing in Romanian. Now where did that come from?! I give it up, I’m going to sleep!!
Mahler la Concertgebouw
Mooaaaahhh!!! Cat de frumoooosss!! Intotdeauna trec prin fatza pe la Concertgebouw. E la Museumplein o cladire asa frumoasa si mereu m-am intrebat ce concerte-s acolo.. am auzit ca-s clasice. Da mai mult nu stiu. M-am intanit cu un coleg acolo, un fost coleg. Iar el nu stia unde putem merge si zice – ia! Hai la un concert, ai kef?! Da, normal.. da la ce?! Zice la Mahler si Schoenberg. Daca am kef. Normaaal! Foarte tare! Da cine-s astia?! Ah! Ah! Ah! A tot oftat el si mi-a explicat. Probabil ca mai avea putin si ma facea inculta, dar eu sunt doar mai nepriceputa.. si solista era o japoneza, genial! M-am exicitat la inceput, m-am minunat de toate sunetele posibile din instrumentele alea, parca erai in padure, am ras un pic cand a uitat un domn cu mana in ghips sa-i intoarca foile solistei, iar doamna solista si-a intors foile de la partitura singura.. dupa care era sa adorm, cu oboseala acumulata, o cina pe cinste si niste beri. Dar m-am abtinut foarte tare, m-am tot foit si am asteptat cuminte pauza. I-am multumit politicos, este foarte frumos, dar tre sa fii odihnit rau ca sa rezisti.. sau sa fi crescut cu asta. Eu daca nu dau din fund, ma ia somnu.. nu e disco !
Da va zic data viitoare cand am multi bani, kef si ma voi simti excellent (+intelectuala).
Da va zic data viitoare cand am multi bani, kef si ma voi simti excellent (+intelectuala).
Chips & Champagne or The BIG Move-In
It’s a wonderful spring morning.. the house buzz in on – my housemate’s moving out to another place. I’m moving in my new house. We’re running up and down with luggage, boxes, clothes, food, ridiculous items, like candles, pots and wipers, umbrellas and shoes. Man, it’s going to be a long day!!Stefan and Anna just arrived. She says if you’re eating pineapple in the morning you keep fit all day.. I should be eating that more often (?!) Anna’s van is going to accommodate all the big and small boxes, luggage, clothes-full garbage bags, shopping bags, installations and my huge make-up bag. I came to the Netherlands with 1 (as in ONE) suitcase. I now seem to have 20 little suitcases and boxes altogether.. Anna was shocked, she thought it was also
other’s people things.. oh no!! so coming down the stairs begins!!
If you’ve never been in Amsterdam, you need to know that the tight space conditions have prevented the Dutch to extend much in what houses are regarded. They have tiny steep staircases which are making you dizzy, if you’re not used to it.. After one month, you could walk drunk on them, nothing happens.. Anyhow, I lived on the first floor, but the entrance was on the second floor – so I needed to take everything up the stairs. First floor to second floor, just to get it down thereafter from the second floor to the car. Man, I’m so glad I don’t live at the 4th floor!! That is, especially since I packed everything but a pair of high-heal shoes which I needed to wear eventually. Very smart, I know! My girlfriend asks – hey, Oana, do you always wear high heals when you’re moving out?! Haha-funny!
After 3 hours of carrying around things, I tell you, it’s not funny!! It’s also unbelievable the grand Chevrolett cannot have all my junk; we need to make it in two-goes! My arms hurt, my feet hurt, this is more difficult than I thought it’d be.. but hey! I have my friends and family! They’re helping me out!
We finally brought all in! we’re having a champagne celebration and chips! I realize that’s all I’ve eaten that morning, I was way too excited about everything and I had already emptied my fridge… We’re enjoying the view, talking about how the house will look like when everything’s in place and fancy about everything in there.. so far I have the kitchen equipped, a big dressing and curtains that I’ve bought from the previous owners.
We finally brought all in! we’re having a champagne celebration and chips! I realize that’s all I’ve eaten that morning, I was way too excited about everything and I had already emptied my fridge… We’re enjoying the view, talking about how the house will look like when everything’s in place and fancy about everything in there.. so far I have the kitchen equipped, a big dressing and curtains that I’ve bought from the previous owners.
I have my own coffee machine, but all the plates and glasses, pans and cooking items, even forks and knives are from my sailorboy. My uncle brought me a mattress, so I’m all settled for sleeping and cooking. Later on I improvise a box-table and that’s my own private little house!!
What am I going to do with my books then?! Well I need something! So we go to Villa ArenA again and buy some shelves and a lamp that Anna fits as hair dryer. Cool! But now really, I’m fine! We finish up the champagne and have some more chips.. we need some decent celebration! We’re celebrating at the Ethiopian’s the Orthodox way!
What am I going to do with my books then?! Well I need something! So we go to Villa ArenA again and buy some shelves and a lamp that Anna fits as hair dryer. Cool! But now really, I’m fine! We finish up the champagne and have some more chips.. we need some decent celebration! We’re celebrating at the Ethiopian’s the Orthodox way!
And then - I’m in!
I Got Da Keys
And the big day comes! I got the keys from my apartment! My own tiny precious apartment! :) Now I think it’s ridiculous - I’m only going to get in tomorrow.. but I’ve got them!
We drink and then I pack some more….
We drink and then I pack some more….
maandag 24 augustus 2009
Blijleven – part II
Blij inseamna fericit. Leven inseamna viata. Pe notarul meu il cheama viata fericita. Pai cred si eu!! Omu ala traieste in ditamai vila. Se preocupa sa cante bine la pian. Cat mai armonios. Invita la o serata cu sampanie o cantareata de opera pe care el o acompaniaza la pian. Si intre timp mai citeste niste acte pentru vanzare-cumparare case si alte testamente. Si da un ok.
Am fost sa mai vad apartamentul o data si sa-mi dau seama daca imi intra canapeaua pe geam. Bine ca m-am plimbat ca fufa prin mall.. am gasit o canapea de mare design si am zis, asta e!! Pe urma ii zic lui nenea de la casa ce e cu livrarea, unde stau si tot.. faza la care zice el – ah! Pai stiu care-i cladirea!! Canapeaua sigur nu intra pe scari! O saltam cu liftu pe-afara pe scripeti si ti-o bagam pe geam! Bine, nene, treaba ta cum mi-o bagi in casa, numa sa fie!! Zicand astea am pornit si mai bucuroasa prin mall in cautarea patului ideal.. patul la ei tre sa-l astepti 6-8 saptamani… asta daca nu vrei sa-l iei de la Ikea. Cred ca atat dureaza pana pun puieti noi si se asigura ca o sa creasca pentru lemn nou, dupa care imi aduna fulgii pentru perne, dupa care imi indoiaie arcurile de la pat si tot asa.. ma si gandesc la fabrica lui Mos Craciun, ca tot cam asa mi-am asteptat patul…
In fine, tot cautam eu patul ideal cand ma suna Fane si zice – da geamurile ti le-ai masurat?! Intra canapeaua pe geam?! Ah, la dracu, asta habar n-am!! Ar fi ceva, sa-mi fi luat canapeaua si sa ma uit la ea cum putrezeste pe strada.. Implicit ma precipit sa-mi mai vado data casa de mi-o cumpar. Agentul imobiliar tot incearca sa-mi arate contoarele de la gaze si lumina, eu zic ca-i ok si ma duc sa-mi masor geamurile – cata mai rasuflarea, ca intra!! Agentul zice: si acum, sa mergem la semnat acte. Ma ia pe scooterul lui si brum-brum, plecam prin Amsterdam pe scooter. Este foooarte tareee!! Vreau si eu!!
Ajungem la dl notar. Domnul notar ma intreaba daca imi doresc o cafea, agentu zice repede, da un macchiato. Domnul se face can u l-a auzit pe tzaran. Ma mai intreaba odata. Eu ii zic ca vreau cafea neagra. Dupa ce ii zic, il intreaba si pe tzaran. Domnul mai are si maniere!! Zice ca mai avea business-uri inca 2 birouri, da a trebuit sa le inchida, acum cu criza… ma intreaba daca nu-mi doresc testament. Io ii zic ca-s prea tanara. El imi zice can u stii niciodata cand da un tramvai peste tine. Domnu, nu va suparati, o dati in morbid!! Deci si daca ma traverseaza tramvaiu, n-am copiii, n-am frati-surori, deci totul merge la parinti. Eh, ma mai asteapta el pana ma marit si fac copiii. Va dorim pe aceasta cale o viata fericita!
Am fost sa mai vad apartamentul o data si sa-mi dau seama daca imi intra canapeaua pe geam. Bine ca m-am plimbat ca fufa prin mall.. am gasit o canapea de mare design si am zis, asta e!! Pe urma ii zic lui nenea de la casa ce e cu livrarea, unde stau si tot.. faza la care zice el – ah! Pai stiu care-i cladirea!! Canapeaua sigur nu intra pe scari! O saltam cu liftu pe-afara pe scripeti si ti-o bagam pe geam! Bine, nene, treaba ta cum mi-o bagi in casa, numa sa fie!! Zicand astea am pornit si mai bucuroasa prin mall in cautarea patului ideal.. patul la ei tre sa-l astepti 6-8 saptamani… asta daca nu vrei sa-l iei de la Ikea. Cred ca atat dureaza pana pun puieti noi si se asigura ca o sa creasca pentru lemn nou, dupa care imi aduna fulgii pentru perne, dupa care imi indoiaie arcurile de la pat si tot asa.. ma si gandesc la fabrica lui Mos Craciun, ca tot cam asa mi-am asteptat patul…
In fine, tot cautam eu patul ideal cand ma suna Fane si zice – da geamurile ti le-ai masurat?! Intra canapeaua pe geam?! Ah, la dracu, asta habar n-am!! Ar fi ceva, sa-mi fi luat canapeaua si sa ma uit la ea cum putrezeste pe strada.. Implicit ma precipit sa-mi mai vado data casa de mi-o cumpar. Agentul imobiliar tot incearca sa-mi arate contoarele de la gaze si lumina, eu zic ca-i ok si ma duc sa-mi masor geamurile – cata mai rasuflarea, ca intra!! Agentul zice: si acum, sa mergem la semnat acte. Ma ia pe scooterul lui si brum-brum, plecam prin Amsterdam pe scooter. Este foooarte tareee!! Vreau si eu!!
Ajungem la dl notar. Domnul notar ma intreaba daca imi doresc o cafea, agentu zice repede, da un macchiato. Domnul se face can u l-a auzit pe tzaran. Ma mai intreaba odata. Eu ii zic ca vreau cafea neagra. Dupa ce ii zic, il intreaba si pe tzaran. Domnul mai are si maniere!! Zice ca mai avea business-uri inca 2 birouri, da a trebuit sa le inchida, acum cu criza… ma intreaba daca nu-mi doresc testament. Io ii zic ca-s prea tanara. El imi zice can u stii niciodata cand da un tramvai peste tine. Domnu, nu va suparati, o dati in morbid!! Deci si daca ma traverseaza tramvaiu, n-am copiii, n-am frati-surori, deci totul merge la parinti. Eh, ma mai asteapta el pana ma marit si fac copiii. Va dorim pe aceasta cale o viata fericita!
Home packing…
-What are you doing on a cold end of February evening?!
- I’ll be home, packing.
- How about tomorrow??
- I’ll be home, packing.
- And the day after tomorrow?!
- I’ll be home, packing.
- Gee, how come you’re packing so much?! Are you preparing for a long trip??
- No, I’ll be moving in my new house!
- Coooool!
- Oh yeah!
- I’ll be home, packing.
- How about tomorrow??
- I’ll be home, packing.
- And the day after tomorrow?!
- I’ll be home, packing.
- Gee, how come you’re packing so much?! Are you preparing for a long trip??
- No, I’ll be moving in my new house!
- Coooool!
- Oh yeah!
Online dating
Ever did some online dating?! I recommend it for far-away fast-forward relations. It’s good to see, talk, almost feel the person who you like so much. Don’t do it long term, it’s not going to last. You might want to even try it when you’re too close to each other and you’d then be sitting in different rooms driving each other crazy ;) Sounds like fun, right?!
My Friends are in Da House
Oh well, some they leave, some they come. The house is getting bigger. Gigi’s in the house on Friday. The history of her luggage made it around the world. That is – on her flight from Bucharest to Amsterdam, Gigi had a stop in Paris. The flight company just messed around with it. The luggage travelled to some other city or place around the world, while she was waiting at the gates.. Not only her family in Romania found about it, but her colleagues in the Netherlands, friends in Kuwait, colleagues of her from Eastern Europe, Egypt, Germany and even the sailorboy in Australia. Every one was asking every day if she recovered any panties or make up or something…So I finally pick her up at the Spui. She has a big smile on her face and she’s dragging a big luggage. Oh, then let the celebration begin!! We have a girl’s talk night, catching up on half of our lives and looking forward to more talks ;) Next day, Piu is in da house! She’s coming from Belgium and looking confused to where’s da house and Gigi proves her sense of orientation, direction and other true manly senses while wearing make-up. Oh make us proud! Walked around the city a bit, did some shopping, pretty good girl fun, again!
So then it’s got to be girl’s talk and girl’s night all the way. We celebrate a housefly Valentine’s day with no men even calling. That should be a first…we attempted a normal Saturday, so poured some Yellow Tale in our glasses, listened to Costash’s trance mix and retired late tired from all that chatting.
Alex is in da house. Well, we always said we’re going to see each other. One day. One fine nice day in Amsterdam or in Buchi. The day has come. And he booked a long weekend. So the last night Gigi’s in and the first night Alex’s in, we’re in the pizza and drinks mood. We have opinions on everything – politics, drugs, partying, social care, real estate, friends and we spice it up with some gossip time. That’s right!
Back to the streets, we take a long walk around the city; it’s a cold sunny day, just perfect for surfing around the city. Beautiful day, Vondelpark looks shiny, I get to have a look at some bed shops, nothing fancy comes along. I spot some shop on the internet, we’ll need to go somewhere south, I suppose. We were almost lost, til we see the greatest Heineken logo ever.
We chill home til we need to get to this party. Nadia’s getting us organized for ‘80’s verantwoordelijk at Hotel Arena. We kind of get it wrong and after asking several people, we finally get there. Nadia’s train gets on hold for 30 minutes. By the time she gets there, we’re sipping on our 2nd beer. I’m quite tired and feel like fainting a couple of times, but we keep it going. The music’s kind’a weird, definitely not my type, but the party’s fun. We meet some other colleagues and dance together, after 3 hours Alex discovers we’re in what used to be a church. Good one! I’m about to collapse, so we go home. Nadia’s sleeping over, we move Alex to his own airbed. This time, no significant deflation.
I can actually get some sleep, but not really, ‘cause we also wake up for breakfast and country discussions. Alex proudly comes up with a presentation on why no one could live without Romania. Nadia pulls up some fantastic presentation on Peru that she simply finds on google.. Amazing country! Just wonderful!! … ah! The taste of humiliation.. well, I get you need to get used to that if you were born in Romania. I mean to say – humiliated for having no decent tourism/marketing campaign for your own country, of course. Very embarrassing. We hush Nadia home and we’re debating country marketing. Alex is going for another city recognition tour, while me and Costash we’re having a pick-up from a colleague of mine. It’s a company cultural night. We’re going to see “Jij verlaat mij voor dat ik jou verlaat”. After 30 minutes of the man and the woman singing in German, I quit thinking they’re ever going to speak Dutch. So I’m enjoying the emotion, the funky costumes, the expressivity and the overall plot and couple in-and-out love-and-hata-and-again, while Costash is wondering when it will end. Well, other people liked it too, so it wasn’t that bad. We come back from Amsterdam North, me and my colleague, after dropping the homegirl. Go to Leidseplein to a live music bar and enjoy the drinks. I go on the street to make an Alex pick-up. Later on we pick up Nadia. The team’s complete. We stay some more over there til it’s time to dance. We hit the Heinekenplein to the Cantindero, the Latin place to be. That is crazy, but amazing. We shake it and grove it til it’s too late to party for that night.
Next day, my friends are no more in the house.
We spend some good days doing almost nothing. From time to time, I need to go write a project or just do something for the uni and we’re also up to breaking Lia’s record on facebook on some country-language-flag-city-recognition competition. It’s weird how catch the damn game is! Piu eventually gets back to Belgium, enough girl time and days off for her. Me and Gigi hit the Ethiopian resto for some meal in a pancake. Lekker! This also ends the series of girl’s nights out and files it to classics.
Alex is in da house. Well, we always said we’re going to see each other. One day. One fine nice day in Amsterdam or in Buchi. The day has come. And he booked a long weekend. So the last night Gigi’s in and the first night Alex’s in, we’re in the pizza and drinks mood. We have opinions on everything – politics, drugs, partying, social care, real estate, friends and we spice it up with some gossip time. That’s right!
Back to the streets, we take a long walk around the city; it’s a cold sunny day, just perfect for surfing around the city. Beautiful day, Vondelpark looks shiny, I get to have a look at some bed shops, nothing fancy comes along. I spot some shop on the internet, we’ll need to go somewhere south, I suppose. We were almost lost, til we see the greatest Heineken logo ever.
It must be the Heineken museum. Troubled by nothing else better to do, we step in. We travel on the brewery line, back to the old process; we drink some shitty hot product before them putting alcohol in it and get to pretend we’re happily brewing as well. The big old machines look brace shiny. Alex gets bored waiting in the line to be made a beer and skips to tasting it.
I get a feel for people cropping me, getting me into a big shaker, putting water on me, leaving me there to get done, getting me through other processes and then throwing me into bottles, aligning the bottles in crates and then bringing me to a beach to make people happy. I was truly made a beer! Brilliant!! We’re then getting a training on how to taste the beer, I get to help with skimming – hey, lady, why do you ask me help with the skimming, do I look Romanian or something?! Damn bitch! Oh, no, I enjoyed doing it for beer, actually. Went on with the show, sang along Tulpen uit Aaaamsterdaaamm!! Took some other pictures and decided at our second beer, an xtra cold one, that this is the best museum ever. Alex was wondering if they give you a hoe at the sex museum to have a try on. No, they don’t. So we tried to develop the concept of give-aways at museums..
We chill home til we need to get to this party. Nadia’s getting us organized for ‘80’s verantwoordelijk at Hotel Arena. We kind of get it wrong and after asking several people, we finally get there. Nadia’s train gets on hold for 30 minutes. By the time she gets there, we’re sipping on our 2nd beer. I’m quite tired and feel like fainting a couple of times, but we keep it going. The music’s kind’a weird, definitely not my type, but the party’s fun. We meet some other colleagues and dance together, after 3 hours Alex discovers we’re in what used to be a church. Good one! I’m about to collapse, so we go home. Nadia’s sleeping over, we move Alex to his own airbed. This time, no significant deflation.
I can actually get some sleep, but not really, ‘cause we also wake up for breakfast and country discussions. Alex proudly comes up with a presentation on why no one could live without Romania. Nadia pulls up some fantastic presentation on Peru that she simply finds on google.. Amazing country! Just wonderful!! … ah! The taste of humiliation.. well, I get you need to get used to that if you were born in Romania. I mean to say – humiliated for having no decent tourism/marketing campaign for your own country, of course. Very embarrassing. We hush Nadia home and we’re debating country marketing. Alex is going for another city recognition tour, while me and Costash we’re having a pick-up from a colleague of mine. It’s a company cultural night. We’re going to see “Jij verlaat mij voor dat ik jou verlaat”. After 30 minutes of the man and the woman singing in German, I quit thinking they’re ever going to speak Dutch. So I’m enjoying the emotion, the funky costumes, the expressivity and the overall plot and couple in-and-out love-and-hata-and-again, while Costash is wondering when it will end. Well, other people liked it too, so it wasn’t that bad. We come back from Amsterdam North, me and my colleague, after dropping the homegirl. Go to Leidseplein to a live music bar and enjoy the drinks. I go on the street to make an Alex pick-up. Later on we pick up Nadia. The team’s complete. We stay some more over there til it’s time to dance. We hit the Heinekenplein to the Cantindero, the Latin place to be. That is crazy, but amazing. We shake it and grove it til it’s too late to party for that night.
Next day, my friends are no more in the house.
vrijdag 21 augustus 2009
Shedinta de bloc
Din moment ce tot o sa cumpar casa, ma invita colocatarii la shedinta de bloc. Shedinta are loc la vecinu de deasupra. Vecinu ne da ceai, cafea, suc, cam de toate. Este bine. Pana cand incep, pai hai sa luam ordinea de zi. Ordinea de zi are 27 de puncte. Muri-t-ar lista! Da n-ai avut ce face, ma, nene?! Chiar nu aveti altceva mai bun de facut?! Pai se pare ca nu.. hai sa discutam. Astia discuta normal, linistit, da pana nu-i toata lumea de acord, stau si discuta punctul pe toate partile.. e un cub, punctu.. eu normal ca eram de acord cu totul, sa nu careva sa le vina idei sa discute.. da ei, nu si nu, dupa 2 ore ma gandeam ce suze sa inventez sa plec.. da se pare ca nu mai dureaza asa mult, au zis ei.. 45 de minute mai tarziu plecam si eu…. incepuse sa ninga, frate!! – in februarie - Oho! Pai daca mai stateam la vreo 3 puncte, dadea un 30 de grade varatic, cu shedinta voastra cu tot..
Do’s and Don’t For The Loneliness..
Do’s
- put on the wildest music and shake your booody
- do eat chocolate, chocolate is good for you
- have a good talk with a girlfriend or two
- remember all the nice things you did before he appeared in your life
- enjoy reading a women magazine without being interrupted
- do some running or some other sport, it will use your energy
- work too much, stay longer in the office, you’ll forget about coming home to an empty bed
Don’t’s
- not in any circumstances look at photo’s of him
- do not listen to songs you used to listen to when you were together, songs he likes or soundtracks of good movies
- stop talking about him all the time and get a life, woman!!
- Change your computer password, if it’s his name
- Stop staring at the telephone waiting for him to ring
- No, he won’t sms as well..
- Don’t cry, it’s bad for your skin
- Don’t get depressed and eat too much, it’s bad for your silhouette
- Don’t try to leave the country and get away, your head will still be with you
- Don’t watch any films that remind you of him
- Don’t keep something of his wardrobe items, it might depress you as well
- Don’t expect for many surprises, he won’t knock at the door the next morning, no!
- Don’t put on your best make-up, he’s not going to see it anyhow!
- put on the wildest music and shake your booody
- do eat chocolate, chocolate is good for you
- have a good talk with a girlfriend or two
- remember all the nice things you did before he appeared in your life
- enjoy reading a women magazine without being interrupted
- do some running or some other sport, it will use your energy
- work too much, stay longer in the office, you’ll forget about coming home to an empty bed
Don’t’s
- not in any circumstances look at photo’s of him
- do not listen to songs you used to listen to when you were together, songs he likes or soundtracks of good movies
- stop talking about him all the time and get a life, woman!!
- Change your computer password, if it’s his name
- Stop staring at the telephone waiting for him to ring
- No, he won’t sms as well..
- Don’t cry, it’s bad for your skin
- Don’t get depressed and eat too much, it’s bad for your silhouette
- Don’t try to leave the country and get away, your head will still be with you
- Don’t watch any films that remind you of him
- Don’t keep something of his wardrobe items, it might depress you as well
- Don’t expect for many surprises, he won’t knock at the door the next morning, no!
- Don’t put on your best make-up, he’s not going to see it anyhow!
2 Birthdays and 2 Good-bye’s
I’m sad, he’s sad, so we need to keep on partying. That’s how you forget all about sailorboy leaving for the next 3 months - “it might be a year” kind of depressing period.. His Australian friend’s getting older and wiser, so we’re having a surprise party for him. Sailorboy thought of a lot of beer and tea – somehow seems a good present. So he says, let’s bike there. That means he’s going to bike there, I’m just playing beauty on the back of the bike. He tries to have the beers on the stand in front and decides after 50m it’s really a mad circus balancing the beers in front with the woman on the back while going fast 20minutes.. we take a taxi to my absolute content – it’s cold, man! The crowd at the party there is very exotic and I’m still wondering why he got a giant 50cm artificial key as a present from his buddies. We drink old Dutch gin and have beers after while chasing the cat and having another conversation why you don’t need to speak one word of Dutch while living in the Netherlands. That’s birthday 1.
While we’re starting a good weekend, we should end it up with another good party. That’s in Uitgeest. A small quiet place 30 minutes away from Amsterdam. Or 45minutes away, if you take the wrong train, the one I took. By then sailorboy got bored in the car waiting in front of the station and probably all the friends and relatives thought we were getting action on our way. This was first time of “meeting the family”, so I was nervous like hell. Blood was running to my head making me shy and in need to hold sailorboy’s hand and follow him so not to get in contact with strangers. After some drinks I relaxed ‘til I heroically shouted that I protest to having only 2 kingdoms. That was later that evening when we were playing some strategy team game, where my team got only disadvantages to begin with. God I hate losing.. even if it was a trip on foot to Rome!! For some kind of reason, the birthday boy was talking from time to time Russian with me, so I needed to sharpen my senses and somehow react.. didn’t work that well, so I gave it up. That’s birthday 2.
The good-bye day was almost there, so we decided to have a lunch as goodbye.. Sailorboy’s flight was supposed to be the day after in the morning, so no time for long good-bye’s. A quick lunch would do. So we went to the hotel next to my company, hold our hands. I felt miserable. And even more miserable when thinking I needed to go home to an empty half apartment. The thought of it was pumping up tears in my head. The design hotel is inexistent, the table is inexistent, the food is dry, my soul is empty. That’s good-bye 1.
The next morning I was supposed to wake up horribly early in the morning, get a taxi and get to Schiphol for the waving bye-bye. Just when I was about to order the cab, the phone rings. Sailorboy says he didn’t check the tickets. He’s leaving 12 hours later, that’s in the evening… wow! We get a good-bye night! It’s an unexpected sort of present. Like when you hope something terrible’s going to happen, just so he cannot leave any more. Well, at least we had one more fabulous night! That’s good-bye 2.
And then I waved… ta tar! Until we shall meet again…
While we’re starting a good weekend, we should end it up with another good party. That’s in Uitgeest. A small quiet place 30 minutes away from Amsterdam. Or 45minutes away, if you take the wrong train, the one I took. By then sailorboy got bored in the car waiting in front of the station and probably all the friends and relatives thought we were getting action on our way. This was first time of “meeting the family”, so I was nervous like hell. Blood was running to my head making me shy and in need to hold sailorboy’s hand and follow him so not to get in contact with strangers. After some drinks I relaxed ‘til I heroically shouted that I protest to having only 2 kingdoms. That was later that evening when we were playing some strategy team game, where my team got only disadvantages to begin with. God I hate losing.. even if it was a trip on foot to Rome!! For some kind of reason, the birthday boy was talking from time to time Russian with me, so I needed to sharpen my senses and somehow react.. didn’t work that well, so I gave it up. That’s birthday 2.
The good-bye day was almost there, so we decided to have a lunch as goodbye.. Sailorboy’s flight was supposed to be the day after in the morning, so no time for long good-bye’s. A quick lunch would do. So we went to the hotel next to my company, hold our hands. I felt miserable. And even more miserable when thinking I needed to go home to an empty half apartment. The thought of it was pumping up tears in my head. The design hotel is inexistent, the table is inexistent, the food is dry, my soul is empty. That’s good-bye 1.
The next morning I was supposed to wake up horribly early in the morning, get a taxi and get to Schiphol for the waving bye-bye. Just when I was about to order the cab, the phone rings. Sailorboy says he didn’t check the tickets. He’s leaving 12 hours later, that’s in the evening… wow! We get a good-bye night! It’s an unexpected sort of present. Like when you hope something terrible’s going to happen, just so he cannot leave any more. Well, at least we had one more fabulous night! That’s good-bye 2.
And then I waved… ta tar! Until we shall meet again…
Long Good Weekend in “What’s-Wrong-With-The-Belgians?”-Land in Brussels
Day 1, Friday - Are we leaving already? Yes, honey, just need to have my hair done… ok, we just missed a train! Good, we’ll be right on time for the other one! And we have the long walk to the Central Station. I get to see the street where all famous theatres of Amsterdam are placed (and soon will have forgotten). We get to fool around at some sex shop. And finally we arrive to the station. We take the most stinking train to Brussels. We’re there! Where are the girls?! They’re not here yet, but they also have significant different feelings for direction. How come there are more than two complicated ways to get there, just give us the address, so we managed. Had a good laugh about the same movie with two different Dutch-French commercials for the same audience. What’s wrong with the Belgians?!Finally joy to see Piu & Juli. We’re hitting it at Juli’s place where we discover we’re too tired to try to pretend we’re able to stay out, so we say pass.
Day 2, Saturday – Ring-a-ring! Juli wakes us up with a taste of her own clean clothes and love-sharing with her bunny. [we were actually cribbing at her’s given the generosity of house-sharing] Gugu bunny’s happy! Girl is happy in her new clothes. We’re still sleepy, I guess. So she gets us energized with a trip proposal – let’s go to Gent. Cool, never explored the Belgium territories. So we got out of the building, mind me, in the centre of Brussels, seen the sheep in some natural paradise just in centre on Brussels, mind me! And I have pictures to prove it. Belgian man waiting for us in the car to prevent forced stealing on his precious. Speeded to Gent. Got to the little city and bumped into parading Scots. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! Can’t they make their own music?! Actually, they’re pretty good with it. How do I know if they’re really Scots 
or Belgians under disguise? Walked in the centre, stopped at some Belgian bar and – surprise! – we had some, a lot of Belgian beer. Tried all the Judas and Deliriums, all evil and nasty, vibrating energies.Got back and needed to discover some Romanian restaurant, where food was supposed to be decent. 
Some strange group gathered up and even stranger persons served up. Including the chef. Who’s cooking then?! Must be the cleaner, some stomachs didn’t handle it. We went on to have drinks in more beer-ish bars and smoky places.Day 3, Sunday – It’s the big day. We’re going to get crazy at the Gipsy show. But just before that, me and sailorboy meet Piu for a walk in the big city. The city was windy and the banks were getting mad. No one gave us money, walked in some more in search for the ideal one. We then spent a lot of time looking for the perfect restaurant. We ended up in some Greek weird place where the walls were pinned up with pictures and the most bizarre objects. The food was unexpectedly good. I tried some cherry mixed with alcohol that was waay to sweet, so I came back to the usual menu – beer. Sailorboy got called deartje, a little animal or a little darling. We ended up in some cool café with fresh mint tea and warm cappuccino. We lost track of Juli on the way.. somehow no one had battery / mobile/ or any other communication means.. After squatting some bars, Juli hunted us down in the café we were. Such a small city, such a big karma!
The night comes and the concert’s about to begin. The place looks like some kind of a shed. All happens in the entry – the bar, the dj, I get the feeling we’re in the hallway. We meet some Belgian guys who pick on my sailorboy they can’t understand his Holland language. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! We dance to some Balkan beats and funky tunes. Well, I realize we are in the hallway, cause down a door the darkest of the dark extends.. it’s like an old cinema hall. A long one. And at the end of it, also a quite dark podium. A very high one, I suppose it prevents aggression. The flashing lights come on. The sounds are invading our ears.. the crowd start slowly warming up, more beer, more dance, more sweat… it all becomes a raging hopping around and turning, it’s all music, joy and the old gipsy’s so funky. At the end of the show, I get to shake hands with DJ Vasile, grand! 
A Belgian guy gets to buy the flute from a gipsy for a bargain. We get to drink more beers and dance to even more Balkan music.. Piu adventured in a photo session and I ended up with some weird photo’s..
A Belgian guy gets to buy the flute from a gipsy for a bargain. We get to drink more beers and dance to even more Balkan music.. Piu adventured in a photo session and I ended up with some weird photo’s..Day 4, Monday – Damn difficult thing to wake up after such good times! Especially when you need to bugger off to Amsterdam. We lingered on breakfast, petting the bunny-rabbit and chatting with the girls.. of course we missed the train only for 3 minutes standing in line.. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! Can’t they talk faster?! ..and needed to wait another hour in the station.. got some souvenir Belgian beer and chocolates for that matter and enjoyed the headset music on the train.
maandag 17 augustus 2009
Brazilian Heat’s Not As Hot As Dutch Super Club
Oh, man! Why does Lydie want to drag me to some samba place?! She says it should be good fun, I doubt it, but you don’t mess with pregnant women! She’s the queen! It’s true that there are not many people, but the party’s caliente.. so we move our bodies like crazy and we hope to like something oh keeeyy! I try to figure out the moves a girl’s doing, til I figure it out she’s a Dutch married to a Brazilian guy. No time to waste it on some white chik. I turn to some maestro who’s turning girls around on the floor. I try to shake it like the guru’s girls. He seems inadequacy in my sailorboy’s hips. He corrects it, good work!
Well one band of Brazilian is better than two bands of Brazilian, so we hit it off to the next club. The Super Club. All seems prepared for a night with your favourite torturer. Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you – Inquisition is here! Chains, balls, handcuffs, all you need in one room. And bed instead of chairs! This was one of my tripping images, to lie down at a show, well, some one saw it before me, ‘cause it was done.. And they had the hetero toilet and the gay toilet. If you’re a smoker, you can only do it in the gay toilet. That’s the end of fun for discriminatory bastard smokers ;) after drinking too much, I suppose you need to get to the hetero toilet, the gigglish sensation of uh-they’re-boys-in-here, puts you warm to dancing at the poles just after..
Well one band of Brazilian is better than two bands of Brazilian, so we hit it off to the next club. The Super Club. All seems prepared for a night with your favourite torturer. Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you – Inquisition is here! Chains, balls, handcuffs, all you need in one room. And bed instead of chairs! This was one of my tripping images, to lie down at a show, well, some one saw it before me, ‘cause it was done.. And they had the hetero toilet and the gay toilet. If you’re a smoker, you can only do it in the gay toilet. That’s the end of fun for discriminatory bastard smokers ;) after drinking too much, I suppose you need to get to the hetero toilet, the gigglish sensation of uh-they’re-boys-in-here, puts you warm to dancing at the poles just after..
Step In
Would you like to see where I live?! This is how it all started.. as you’re going to travel soon, for God-knows-how-long, would you like to live with me for the next almost about 3 weeks and rivers of tears away?! Step in, my boy! And he said yes! It was such a happy and sad moment! It felt like losing my virginity, like being grown-up and playing games, like hide-and-seek, like full and empty. I stuck some of my clothes amongst others and made some too little free space in the closet. Well, it should be enough for a man. And then I stopped thinking about it! It just happened! I went on with my life, with trying to do some jogging, with studying more and more, with leaving my assignments for the last moment, with talking for too much time on the phone with my uncle and The Hague friends..
Celebrating and more
Suppose you buy a house, you need to celebrate, right?! How often does it happen?! I hope often enough, I’m already in the mood for something bigger! LoL My banker says I need to keep it for at least 5 years for it to be profitable, he’s my guru, unless I win the lottery..
Day 1 – Private party with my sailorboy down in our crib. Wine, good music and swimming involved, no victims, but laughters.
Day 2 – Goodbye party at Van Puffelen bar-resto. Pretty coolish place, I (p)resume. No need for tears, no over-reacted animal dance, I leave early. Drinking and socializing done, no overalcoholic feelings noticed, studying needs to pop up later the evening.
Day 3 – Studying done at the uni and partying continued at Stefan’s place. We didn’t get to celebrate buying the house, so serious drinking needs to be spotted on the table. Good family times with a lemon twist.
Day 4 – You figured out the mix – house–person-house-person celebration. It logically needs to be fed up by bubble bath and champagne for my sailorboy. He’s taking off the corporate world, going Down Under to find what’s lost and new – new adventure for him, cake and drinks for me.
Day 5 – So follow the logic?! Yes, it’s something for the house – a new espresso machine. A red Francis Francis! And I go mad on it! Must be the best thing in the house! Well, ok, we’re going to score it all in one day – we’re up for some more delicious impressive stuff. So me and my sailorboy go figure out the sweet dark taste of food. It’s no screwed-up metaphor!! It’s really eating in the dark. Imagine the darkest black and no tiny light whatsoever. Imagine finding your food in that – it’s damn hard, I tell you! You’re putting wine on you, or water, you don’t find out til you tasted it, anyhow. You get too much of that chunky fish out of the sudden, while you can barely find one small potato in the plate you’re already thinking it’s like 15inch smth. You’re sniffing around like some dog while trying to decently use your fork and knife while chasing some peas.. the neighbour has given up eating, he smokes some cigarettes and decides that’s no fun. We giggle in the dark and mix up drinks and flavours. We go on mixing it in Paradiso. Mr. Oizo is on. The beats meet the master and Prodigy, Daft Punk, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and most mad combinations you’d ever think of are smacking me up! The French non-duo is hitting it off like fire on water, I mean vodka on fire, I mean…. It’s insane! It’s madness! It’s mr. Oizo!!
Day 1 – Private party with my sailorboy down in our crib. Wine, good music and swimming involved, no victims, but laughters.
Day 2 – Goodbye party at Van Puffelen bar-resto. Pretty coolish place, I (p)resume. No need for tears, no over-reacted animal dance, I leave early. Drinking and socializing done, no overalcoholic feelings noticed, studying needs to pop up later the evening.
Day 3 – Studying done at the uni and partying continued at Stefan’s place. We didn’t get to celebrate buying the house, so serious drinking needs to be spotted on the table. Good family times with a lemon twist.
Day 4 – You figured out the mix – house–person-house-person celebration. It logically needs to be fed up by bubble bath and champagne for my sailorboy. He’s taking off the corporate world, going Down Under to find what’s lost and new – new adventure for him, cake and drinks for me.
Day 5 – So follow the logic?! Yes, it’s something for the house – a new espresso machine. A red Francis Francis! And I go mad on it! Must be the best thing in the house! Well, ok, we’re going to score it all in one day – we’re up for some more delicious impressive stuff. So me and my sailorboy go figure out the sweet dark taste of food. It’s no screwed-up metaphor!! It’s really eating in the dark. Imagine the darkest black and no tiny light whatsoever. Imagine finding your food in that – it’s damn hard, I tell you! You’re putting wine on you, or water, you don’t find out til you tasted it, anyhow. You get too much of that chunky fish out of the sudden, while you can barely find one small potato in the plate you’re already thinking it’s like 15inch smth. You’re sniffing around like some dog while trying to decently use your fork and knife while chasing some peas.. the neighbour has given up eating, he smokes some cigarettes and decides that’s no fun. We giggle in the dark and mix up drinks and flavours. We go on mixing it in Paradiso. Mr. Oizo is on. The beats meet the master and Prodigy, Daft Punk, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and most mad combinations you’d ever think of are smacking me up! The French non-duo is hitting it off like fire on water, I mean vodka on fire, I mean…. It’s insane! It’s madness! It’s mr. Oizo!!
Blijleven – part I
Blij inseamna fericit. Leven inseamna viata. Pe notarul me uil cheama Viata-Fericita. Pai cred si eu!! Omu ala traieste in ditamai vila. Se preocupa sa cante bine la pian. Cat mai armonios. Invita la oserata cu sampanie o cantareata de opera pe care el o acompaniaza la pian. Si intre timp mai citeste niste acte pentru vanzare-cumparare case si alte testamente.
Ajung la domnul notar. Sta in centrul centrului. Apar eu prima. Raman cu gura cascata la design-ul francez de mare gust din sala de oaspeti/asteptare. Mai vine si fata de la care cumpar apartamentul. Mai vorbim noi ce mai vorbim, apar si agentii imobiliari si domnul notar. Ne invita la o cafea, se duce sa o aduca, iar noi ramanem intr-o camera cat toata casa ce o voi cumpara. V-am zis ca nici macar n-am balcon?! Domnul Viata-Fericita are ditamai gradina.. se uita afara primul agent si-i zice celuilalt – ia uite, frate, nu se vede capatu la gradina!! Cat de dubios!! Cine are 2 metri patrati de gradina in centru, poate sa se considere norocos. Banuiesc ca asta e diferenta dintre noroc si o intreaga viata fericita…
Domnul Viata-Fericita ne zambeste, ne citeste, face glume si la sfarsit incaseaza 1,500 de euro pe gen 40minute. Fantastic!! Pe mine de ce nu ma cheama Viata-Fericita?!
Ajung la domnul notar. Sta in centrul centrului. Apar eu prima. Raman cu gura cascata la design-ul francez de mare gust din sala de oaspeti/asteptare. Mai vine si fata de la care cumpar apartamentul. Mai vorbim noi ce mai vorbim, apar si agentii imobiliari si domnul notar. Ne invita la o cafea, se duce sa o aduca, iar noi ramanem intr-o camera cat toata casa ce o voi cumpara. V-am zis ca nici macar n-am balcon?! Domnul Viata-Fericita are ditamai gradina.. se uita afara primul agent si-i zice celuilalt – ia uite, frate, nu se vede capatu la gradina!! Cat de dubios!! Cine are 2 metri patrati de gradina in centru, poate sa se considere norocos. Banuiesc ca asta e diferenta dintre noroc si o intreaga viata fericita…
Domnul Viata-Fericita ne zambeste, ne citeste, face glume si la sfarsit incaseaza 1,500 de euro pe gen 40minute. Fantastic!! Pe mine de ce nu ma cheama Viata-Fericita?!
donderdag 13 augustus 2009
Disco schaatsen
Da lasa ca nici pe gheatza nu mi-e rushine!! Costashul si-a descoperit noul sport preferat – patinajul… nu poate sa fie decat artistic sa reusesti sa eviti toata multimea asta teribila si sa te strecori pe o bucata de gheatza valabila. Io care n-am mai patinat din prima facultate, era sa ma-nfig cu lama in vreo cativa puradei.. ca sa nu zic ca disco-ul nu prea placea, ma rog, la nivelu publicului era! Asta clar!
Noroc ca dupa vreo 10 minute dupa ce ma-mpiedicam pe gheatza au oprit tarantela sa faca curat pe gheatza. Ah, minunat! Au mai plecat din copilandri pe-acasa, da tot omor, frate.. pai da ce nu mai gaseam noi unde sa dam bani si coate?! Eh, lasa, pe o alta data..
Deci jumatea aia de ora a fost tot patinatu anului.. draga Costashule, promit ca mai incerc si la iarna, daca mai ai dragoste de sportu asta..
Noroc ca dupa vreo 10 minute dupa ce ma-mpiedicam pe gheatza au oprit tarantela sa faca curat pe gheatza. Ah, minunat! Au mai plecat din copilandri pe-acasa, da tot omor, frate.. pai da ce nu mai gaseam noi unde sa dam bani si coate?! Eh, lasa, pe o alta data..
Deci jumatea aia de ora a fost tot patinatu anului.. draga Costashule, promit ca mai incerc si la iarna, daca mai ai dragoste de sportu asta..
Nici filmu bun si nici berea rece..
Bai da cand e sa aiba omu ghinion, pai atunci nu-ti iese, ce sa mai… am zis noi – adica io cu rusoaica mea – sa ne vedem intr-o seara. Pai hai si ne-om vedea! Si daca tot planuisem si cu Fane sa ne vedem, iar baiatul si el era pe-acolo, hai sa chiar punem de-o distractie.. eh! Nici chiar asa distractie mare! Hai la un film ceva, mai linistit si inca eventual ceva mai pe urma.. mai vedem.. hai sa gasim un film. Ah! La dracu, iar ne-a picat netu!! Ce porcarie infecta!! Cand iti trebuie si tie ceva, iti mai pica netu@! Baga-ne-am picioarele!!
Da lasa ca o sa caute Anjshka pe netu ei de pe mobil. Hai prima data la cinema 1! Pai hai.. of, stai ca m-am uitat gresit! Filmu ala a inceput de mult, hai la cinema 2! Pai si la cinema 2 intarziem!! Da, lasa ca o sa intarziem 15min, nu 30, ca la celalalt. Baiatu olandez nu mai intelege nimic din esteuropenismu nostru.. da se face gen de gashca sa nu ne strice petrecerea.
Ajungem noi la cinema – ah, pai filmul a inceput, nu mai vindem bilete, zice fata de la casa.. sa nu va zic ca v-am zis, zice fatza baiatului.. noi ne uitam unii la altii, pai daca nu vrea sa ne vinda bilete, asta inseamna ca e pe gratis!! Yes!! Si ne facem ca ne pierdem prin cinema si intram in sala. Sala – ghiftuita de lume prin toate coltzishoarele – de unde sa gasesti 4 locuri?! Canci! Ne asezam 2 in fatza, adica ei – si noi pe scari.
Admiram filmul. Este ceva cu Budha titlul.. nu-l mai tin minte, ca v-as recomanda din suflet sa fugiti de el ca de dracu. Este despre o fetita din Afganistan care alearga juma de film sa intrebe daca nu vrea cineva sa-i cumpere ouale, chipurile vrea sa-si cumpere o carte de banii de pe oua.. i s-a pus pata, de parca invata cineva acolo.. alearga ea juma de film, i se sparge un ou, pana la urma isi ia un caiet pe care i-l rup.. si o prind si niste copiii care fac pe talibanii si vor s-o ingroape de vie. Cam asta e marea porcarie pe care am vazut-o pana am hotarat ca rar sa mai gasesti asa film prost!! Incredibil, frate!!!! si am iesit. Ne intrebam de ce stau toti aia in sala si se fac interesati.. pai au dat bani! Normal, ca altfel ieseau dupa 5minute!
Acum ce mai facem?! Hai la un bar ceva.. nici noroc la baruri n-am avut.. si alea pline si infecte si am tot mers asa vreo 30min, de pana la urma am zis – gata, intram undeva. Si unde-am fost, sa ne tot f idus, ca si berea era calda! Si ni s-a facaut somn, deci am incheiat seara glorios cu un mare somn.
Da lasa ca o sa caute Anjshka pe netu ei de pe mobil. Hai prima data la cinema 1! Pai hai.. of, stai ca m-am uitat gresit! Filmu ala a inceput de mult, hai la cinema 2! Pai si la cinema 2 intarziem!! Da, lasa ca o sa intarziem 15min, nu 30, ca la celalalt. Baiatu olandez nu mai intelege nimic din esteuropenismu nostru.. da se face gen de gashca sa nu ne strice petrecerea.
Ajungem noi la cinema – ah, pai filmul a inceput, nu mai vindem bilete, zice fata de la casa.. sa nu va zic ca v-am zis, zice fatza baiatului.. noi ne uitam unii la altii, pai daca nu vrea sa ne vinda bilete, asta inseamna ca e pe gratis!! Yes!! Si ne facem ca ne pierdem prin cinema si intram in sala. Sala – ghiftuita de lume prin toate coltzishoarele – de unde sa gasesti 4 locuri?! Canci! Ne asezam 2 in fatza, adica ei – si noi pe scari.
Admiram filmul. Este ceva cu Budha titlul.. nu-l mai tin minte, ca v-as recomanda din suflet sa fugiti de el ca de dracu. Este despre o fetita din Afganistan care alearga juma de film sa intrebe daca nu vrea cineva sa-i cumpere ouale, chipurile vrea sa-si cumpere o carte de banii de pe oua.. i s-a pus pata, de parca invata cineva acolo.. alearga ea juma de film, i se sparge un ou, pana la urma isi ia un caiet pe care i-l rup.. si o prind si niste copiii care fac pe talibanii si vor s-o ingroape de vie. Cam asta e marea porcarie pe care am vazut-o pana am hotarat ca rar sa mai gasesti asa film prost!! Incredibil, frate!!!! si am iesit. Ne intrebam de ce stau toti aia in sala si se fac interesati.. pai au dat bani! Normal, ca altfel ieseau dupa 5minute!
Acum ce mai facem?! Hai la un bar ceva.. nici noroc la baruri n-am avut.. si alea pline si infecte si am tot mers asa vreo 30min, de pana la urma am zis – gata, intram undeva. Si unde-am fost, sa ne tot f idus, ca si berea era calda! Si ni s-a facaut somn, deci am incheiat seara glorios cu un mare somn.
Cafea etiopiana
Am fost si io prima data la restaurant etiopian. Si cica la ei se bea cafeaua cu arome, vrajeli, zice prietenul meu. Io zambasc, ma uit rafinat si printre gene. Cand - vin aia cu tava cu cafea si cu tamaia, frate! Da ce-aveti, ma, nene?! Va credeti in biserica?! Pai am luat masa si am vrut sa bem o cafea, nu sa ne faceti slujba! Si fumu se raspandi…
Si tot asa a trebuit sa ajung la slujba in Romania, sa-mi iau la revedere de la bunicul meu, tot printre fum si rude planse.. Credeam ca o sa fie un drum rapid, de la aeroport – in Berceni – apoi la tara. Cand colo dam peste zapada, peste trafic infernal si peste un taximetrist fara semnalizari de taxi sau tarife pe capota, cu negozia de pretz si cu viteza melcului turbat. Mai precis melc pentru ca traficu era ca si cum n-ar mai fi, ca o parcare unde lumea isi mai schimba locu, ca sa nu se lictiseasca. Iar turbat ca asta parca mai avea un pic si se catzara pe alte mashini ca sa le depaseasca. Omu a fost fotbalist in liga 2 la nemti si n-a putut sa mai joace, ca mai baga, la ce salarii-si lua. Si din lipsa de alte oportunitati, baga taxi la greu. Oricum.. tre sa stai bine cu nervii..
Si tot asa a trebuit sa ajung la slujba in Romania, sa-mi iau la revedere de la bunicul meu, tot printre fum si rude planse.. Credeam ca o sa fie un drum rapid, de la aeroport – in Berceni – apoi la tara. Cand colo dam peste zapada, peste trafic infernal si peste un taximetrist fara semnalizari de taxi sau tarife pe capota, cu negozia de pretz si cu viteza melcului turbat. Mai precis melc pentru ca traficu era ca si cum n-ar mai fi, ca o parcare unde lumea isi mai schimba locu, ca sa nu se lictiseasca. Iar turbat ca asta parca mai avea un pic si se catzara pe alte mashini ca sa le depaseasca. Omu a fost fotbalist in liga 2 la nemti si n-a putut sa mai joace, ca mai baga, la ce salarii-si lua. Si din lipsa de alte oportunitati, baga taxi la greu. Oricum.. tre sa stai bine cu nervii..
Da cuba!!
Hai sa inceapa prieteniile la gramada.. 6 oameni dorm pe un perimetru de 4 metri patrati si e bine. Asta pe un etaj, pe celalalt, tot asa! E cu programare la dush. Dar din nou e bine. Tocmai a fost party, urmeaza lekkereala..Ne-am tot plimbat cu Mada, Geamy, Kiki si Simo prin locuri stiute si nestiute, pana am dat de Cuba. Asta e o cafenea imputzita prin centru, da e cosy si noua ne place. Am baut din nou bere, cata mai surpriza.. dupa care iar am plecat pe strazi.A urmat alta bere la Bejaard la Spui cu colegii mei de la job care mai nou in fiecare zi se afunda printr-un bar, pe motivu ca si asa altceva mai bun de facut n-ai.. Deci am facut un mix de grupuri cu colegi olandezi, marocani, belgieni, italieni, elvetieni si altii si iar am plecat mai departe..
Ne-am dus pana la un chipurile show la Bimhuis, unde nu era nici dracu, pardon, nici tzipenie de om, deci nu am putut decat sa plecam si sa mergem ca turistu in magazinul de cafea. Unde n-am mai baut. Si lumea a dormit bine, iar salteaua pneumatica e mai 
pufoasa.
pufoasa.Asta ca ziua urmatoare sa o luam de la capat cu cafeneaua Katoen si pe urma resto la Schiller.. si sa ne intoarcem din nou acasa unde unii oameni erau in aceleasi pozitii statico-leneshe. Dar nu e asa cel mai bine?!
Iar pe urma, dupa inca o zia m mers si la Ons lieve Heer op Zolder – o biserica facuta pe perioada prohibitiei in doua poduri unite in 2 case. Fantastic, ce le-a dat prin cap!! si daca tot vorbeam cu colegul meu de la job ca unde e ?! bai da sunt toate casele la fel, unde exact?! Pai de l abiserica mare din cartierul roshu, o iei la dreapta si camp e acolo, mergi vreo 50m.
Pai da pe-acolo am tre cut de nu stiu cate ori, n-am vazut in viata mea altceva decat case.. cum imi dau io seama unde e?! il tot chestionam.. pana cand n-am mai suportat indoiala si mi-a zis – auzi, stii unde stau curvele colorate?! Ah, da, normal! – eh, acolo e! auzi, frate, au ajuns curvele punct de reper! Pe-asta n-o stiati, nu?! ;)
dinsdag 11 augustus 2009
NY in Amsterdam
Nu stiu daca ati observat – dar mie chiar imi place ordinea cronologica. Normal, daca am ajuns sa fac revelionul in august!!
Da io s un melc mic si lenesh si am ramas in urma.. uite ce bag recuperare acuma sa-mi reiau viatza la zi!!
Bai si de Revelion fu tare si ne-am distrat in Melkweg si imi place de oameni si mai vreu asa!
Pupixxxxx!
The days you always miss and find
There are always those days between xmas and NY that you never know what you were doing. You lose notion of time, of yourself, you eat drink sleep too much, you’re too lazy to remember anything any more. That’s why you always miss those days and unforgivably forget that it’s Piu’s birthday! Why are people even born at that time?! So every one would forget their birthday anyhow? So they can never celebrate a normal birthday party, cause it’s NY anyhow?! I think children should be banned from being born at that time! Oh, well, I suppose you get used to it..
Anyhow, I missed a lot of remarks in Café Thijssen from my work colleagues as well as some parts of a stupid French film – entre les murs. I found myself in the arms of sailorboy enjoying sipping on my coke and feeling cosy and horny in the cinema surrounded by complete strangers.
I missed coming on time for my hairstyle appointment and I found my friends later on in Centraal Station where surprisingly I was on time only ‘cause the train was late.
I missed my friends when they visited shops and I found myself lying in bed so lazy and I just loved it!
I missed my cousin all the days he was in Amsterdam and couldn’t even see his for NY, but we found the only restaurant with the kitchen open after 11p.m. on NY night. It was Uruguayan, loud, kitchy with a big red disco ball, but food was fine and we enjoyed the wine also!I missed my sailorboy for a day of two, but I found myself in good hands of old companions and we shall meet again. So they say.
3 days of Xmas
On the First day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to Nijmijgen
To see the student old Dutch big city-y-y!
And it was cold! Very very cold. We did some walking, some talking, all shops were closed, and all people were at their homes, having a nice beginning of celebration. It was almost like an arrangement for us to quietly enjoy the city.
Have you ever had a private walk to a city? Well, this was ours. We just enjoyed the old Roman walls and got quickly in for warm coffee. :)On the Second day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to my baby’s friends,
For Australian – Dutchie dinner and friend times to be.
Why am I always a bit nervous to meet his friends or family.. argh! The thought of them makes me crawl under my own skin and find my dark safe place. Anyhow, it was a good laugh and warm food and people. Sounds like cannibalism.. no, man! The food was tasty, they were nice! And I survived!
On the Third day of Xmas, my baby and me – we stayed home with my family.
It was actually my uncle and friends, but I call them family.
I was shocked to find that they close supermarkets on Xmas day! I never needed to do groceries myself for Xmas, leave alone prepare anything whatsoever to serve to the guests under the name of food. Have I mentioned my plan was to serve 4 courses?! Well, I managed! The company was excellent, the food was good and the guys played music while we the girls were catching up, as usually.. and looking forward to the baby! ;)
It was actually my uncle and friends, but I call them family.
I was shocked to find that they close supermarkets on Xmas day! I never needed to do groceries myself for Xmas, leave alone prepare anything whatsoever to serve to the guests under the name of food. Have I mentioned my plan was to serve 4 courses?! Well, I managed! The company was excellent, the food was good and the guys played music while we the girls were catching up, as usually.. and looking forward to the baby! ;)
Bad news, good news and partying all the way
It seems there’s not much to do at work if you haven’t booked holidays to some mountain resort. So all left to do is party every day. I meet up with my colleagues at 5 after work and we’ll have some more drinks. Drinks, more drinks, at some point it becomes tiresome to hold another glass of beer. But we’ll party on!
My lovely sailorboy just decided to go to Australia for a change. I decided you can only compensate bad news with good news, so I made up my mind to buy a house, a lovely one. This calls for more drinks, I suppose. We had nothing better to do anyhow, so carry on!
My lovely sailorboy just decided to go to Australia for a change. I decided you can only compensate bad news with good news, so I made up my mind to buy a house, a lovely one. This calls for more drinks, I suppose. We had nothing better to do anyhow, so carry on!
Paaldansles and Gotan Project
A wonderful lazy weekend morning, lovely! Ugh to spoil it, I’ll need to start studying.. well, oh well, exciting’s coming up soon, as I need to go to my first paaldansles.
In case you didn’t know, paal means pole, dans means dance and les means class, you put it all together and you get a magical pole dancing class. Shouldn’t be that difficult, you’ve all seen it at least in films.
I get lost in Amsterdam.. I’ve been living for a while here and I still get lost. No one ever heard of that street. I hope it’s not that kind of promiscuous place where men get mermaids on the dish. I finally get there – it’s an improvised salsa dance hall. I wonder how they salsa around the poles – that should be the new move!
Anyhow, we get it on, I manage to hang! Ok, now how do I do to roll around the damn metal thing?! Oh, ok, you can also do it around the rolling ones, they roll by themselves, but now we need to learn the real exercise, be technical! How much for the rolling one, lady, I think blood is going to come out soon from my arms. Being a bimbo is no easy thing, I tell you!
Excuse me, these women are professional, one of them was world champion and pole dancing is a very good sport. I can tell by the pain in every little muscle. I think I discovered new muscles!! Besides, I need hand and arm intensive care! But then when I’ll make it, baby, I’ll show you pleasure! LoL.
I got a brand new set of bruises – one of the size of China – I can bearly see half of my foot from the bruise.. oh, well, whatever, the night goes on to Gotan Project concert in Paradiso. This is really good!! Suppose the trick is to always expect less. But they showed intensive video’s on the screen behind, tango dancers and chemical music. Awesomes!
In case you didn’t know, paal means pole, dans means dance and les means class, you put it all together and you get a magical pole dancing class. Shouldn’t be that difficult, you’ve all seen it at least in films.
I get lost in Amsterdam.. I’ve been living for a while here and I still get lost. No one ever heard of that street. I hope it’s not that kind of promiscuous place where men get mermaids on the dish. I finally get there – it’s an improvised salsa dance hall. I wonder how they salsa around the poles – that should be the new move!
Anyhow, we get it on, I manage to hang! Ok, now how do I do to roll around the damn metal thing?! Oh, ok, you can also do it around the rolling ones, they roll by themselves, but now we need to learn the real exercise, be technical! How much for the rolling one, lady, I think blood is going to come out soon from my arms. Being a bimbo is no easy thing, I tell you!
Excuse me, these women are professional, one of them was world champion and pole dancing is a very good sport. I can tell by the pain in every little muscle. I think I discovered new muscles!! Besides, I need hand and arm intensive care! But then when I’ll make it, baby, I’ll show you pleasure! LoL.
I got a brand new set of bruises – one of the size of China – I can bearly see half of my foot from the bruise.. oh, well, whatever, the night goes on to Gotan Project concert in Paradiso. This is really good!! Suppose the trick is to always expect less. But they showed intensive video’s on the screen behind, tango dancers and chemical music. Awesomes!
PUFI
M-au facut puuufooooss!! Adica – am luat un shal de lana alb peste o camasa neagra de bumbac.. cam ce credeti ca s-a intamplat?! Pai da! M-am facut plina de puf de-ala de parca aveam par de pisica all over!! Drept urmare colegii mei mi-au spus Pluisje [pleoishie] sau Fluffy - Pufos sau Pufi..
Ideea era ca m-a intrebat Bill, colegul meu de facultate, cum se spune pluisje in romana. Si atunci m-am blocat.. mi s-a parut ca nu e adevarat.. ca nu mi se intampla mie!! Ca nu e posibil sa uit cuvinte din limba mea si sa stiu in limba lor!! Cum adica, sa nu stiu cum se zice pluisje in romana!! Ma gandeam s-o sun pe mami s-o intreb – hey, mom, how do you say fluffy in Romanian?! Bai imi sta pe limba.. da habar n-am ce…
Dupa o ora mi-am adusa minte – era pufos!! Coccolino e pufos, era scama!! La dracu!! Iar asta chiar nu este fitza! Pentru mine este clar ca m-am acomodat cu mediul de aici, cu lumea, cu spatiul, cu viata, cu tot – atat de mult ca mi se pare natural sa fiu aici pe felie.. si Bucurestiul este mai departe…………..
Ideea era ca m-a intrebat Bill, colegul meu de facultate, cum se spune pluisje in romana. Si atunci m-am blocat.. mi s-a parut ca nu e adevarat.. ca nu mi se intampla mie!! Ca nu e posibil sa uit cuvinte din limba mea si sa stiu in limba lor!! Cum adica, sa nu stiu cum se zice pluisje in romana!! Ma gandeam s-o sun pe mami s-o intreb – hey, mom, how do you say fluffy in Romanian?! Bai imi sta pe limba.. da habar n-am ce…
Dupa o ora mi-am adusa minte – era pufos!! Coccolino e pufos, era scama!! La dracu!! Iar asta chiar nu este fitza! Pentru mine este clar ca m-am acomodat cu mediul de aici, cu lumea, cu spatiul, cu viata, cu tot – atat de mult ca mi se pare natural sa fiu aici pe felie.. si Bucurestiul este mai departe…………..
Beauté of the soul
Et si l’angoisse, l’anxiété, les tensions accéléraient le vieillissement de la peau ? Issus de la même cellule embryonnaire, la peau et le cerveau restent en contact toute la vie. Et ce qui crispe ou déprime l’un, crispe ou déprime apparemment l’autre… « Apres une opération, je me souviens que les patientes les plus angoisses cicatrisaient moins bien » explique le Dr Oliver Courtin, ex-chirurgien, créateur de My Blend. « On sait aujourd’hui qu’un stress aigu, du a un examen par exemple, provoque des réactions inflammatoires proches de celles induites par le soleil, ajoute le Dr Maes, directeur de la recherche et du développement Estée Lauder. Pire encore, le stress prolonge, lors d’un deuil ou d’une situation familiale difficile, désactive le système immunitaire de la peau et la fait vieillir plus vite. » [quote from Vogue Paris, Aout, no 889, Beauté, p. 138]
This is it. This is what women are exposed to, that’s why you should all use the Hydra Zen Neurocalm from Lancome. That’s why you should not think! Stop thinking of your worries, stop being stressed, start feeling joy with me NOW!!
After long women talks with Oana about life and happiness, I go down to my room. We’re still under a deep impression of what’s happening to us, what’s up with this world and what makes you happy. What makes some people happy and in particular – what makes us happy. And we have a drink to happiness. But so I leave to my room. I clean up and arrange my clothes neatly. I take a closer look at the inner side of my jacket. Is this some kind of a joke?! Do you all girls have messages on the inner part of your clothes??
On mine it says: You Make Your Own Happiness!
And I do!
This is it. This is what women are exposed to, that’s why you should all use the Hydra Zen Neurocalm from Lancome. That’s why you should not think! Stop thinking of your worries, stop being stressed, start feeling joy with me NOW!!
After long women talks with Oana about life and happiness, I go down to my room. We’re still under a deep impression of what’s happening to us, what’s up with this world and what makes you happy. What makes some people happy and in particular – what makes us happy. And we have a drink to happiness. But so I leave to my room. I clean up and arrange my clothes neatly. I take a closer look at the inner side of my jacket. Is this some kind of a joke?! Do you all girls have messages on the inner part of your clothes??
On mine it says: You Make Your Own Happiness!
And I do!
Ce bine e sa ai prieteni!
Mi-am uitat umbrela la job. (Din capitolul why does it always rain on me)….
Bineinteles ca atunci cand n-am umbrela la mine, tre sa ploua cu galeata. Da numai atunci!! Deci dupa ce imi petrec 15minute uscandu-ma riguros pe par si aranjandu-l si mai frumos, ies afara. Turna, frate!! Eh, asta e.. ies in ploaie, alerg in ploaie, ma adapostesc sub prea putinele acoperitori de la magazine.. sunt in intarziere.. si iau tramvaiul, picur apa din par in jurul meu.. merg mai departe.. la dracu, iar am intarziat!! Deci kiar tre sa prind busu!! Aaargghh.. alerg, alerg, alerg.. busul pleaca :( ma opresc, ma uit ca un caine pleoshtit dupa el.. :( busul opreste din nou! Yeeyy! Alerg din nou, ma urc in bus. Sa mori tu! Alberto oprise busul pentru mine!! Cat de tare e sa ai prieteni – oriunde, chiar si-n bus!
Bineinteles ca atunci cand n-am umbrela la mine, tre sa ploua cu galeata. Da numai atunci!! Deci dupa ce imi petrec 15minute uscandu-ma riguros pe par si aranjandu-l si mai frumos, ies afara. Turna, frate!! Eh, asta e.. ies in ploaie, alerg in ploaie, ma adapostesc sub prea putinele acoperitori de la magazine.. sunt in intarziere.. si iau tramvaiul, picur apa din par in jurul meu.. merg mai departe.. la dracu, iar am intarziat!! Deci kiar tre sa prind busu!! Aaargghh.. alerg, alerg, alerg.. busul pleaca :( ma opresc, ma uit ca un caine pleoshtit dupa el.. :( busul opreste din nou! Yeeyy! Alerg din nou, ma urc in bus. Sa mori tu! Alberto oprise busul pentru mine!! Cat de tare e sa ai prieteni – oriunde, chiar si-n bus!
Din capitolul norul de deasupra mea sau why does it always rain on me
Ma duc eu la facultate si zic, eh, ce sa mai stau in Haga peste noapte, ma duc mai bine acasa.. e mai bine, dorm mai mult maine dimineata, ma trezesc relaxata.. boouun! Eram cu niste tocuri imense de 12cm si ies ca o floare din facultate, mai si ploua usor.. o vreme ideala de calatorit, ce sa zic.. Apare Jasper cu o umbrela! Excelent, perfect, eu si cu Lydie eram sub o umbrela. Dupa care, draguti ca de obicei, m-au dus si la gara.. vai ce ideal!
Merge trenul, taca-taca, paca-paca, merge trenul, la Schiphol, la aeroport, acest Otopeni al Olandei, stationeaza in tunel, ca deraiat..
Stau intr-un tren stramb, foarte stramb. Jur ca sunt treaza, lumina radiaza. Sunt in tunel, in jurul meu e noapte (nu va asteptati sa zic c-aud in jurul meu shoapte!). E bezna, o tai cu cutitu, iar noi stam stramb intr-o cutie de tren, cu putin aer, putin-putin, inclinati ca o buburuza pe deget. Da buburuza stie unde se duce. Inspre aer, libertate, spatiu, lumina, afara. Noi nu. Noi nu stim cand pornim, daca ne ducem, unde. Noi habar n-avem daca pornim. Trenul gufai, imprastie aer conditionat, se zbate latent in stare de picaj liber si se tolaneste in tunel ca un melc lipit gresit pe un fir de iarba. Futu-i. Sunt usor autista. Am fobii. Multe. Dar nu spun.
Deci pana la urma, dupa vreo 10minute de tunel, ne taram cu trenu in statie. Zic astia prin statie ca sa vedeti, la liniile 1, 2 si 3 nu mai circula nimic, mutati-va pe 4, 5 si 6. Ne mutam, ce sa facem, dupa alte 10 minute anunta ca stati degeaba, boilor! Nu mai pleaca nici un trend in Schiphol… Arrgghh!! Sau dupa cum spune Mada – smf in trenurile olandeze! Mie nu-mi convine ca Schipholul e la vreo 35 de euro de casa, deci iau bus-ul.. din cauza de aglomeratie (gen 20 de oameni, lol), soferul decide sa nu mai insiste cu biletele, asa ca mergem pe grrratis. Ajung la Museumplein, alerg dupa un tram [de unde si vorba batraneasca dupa femei si dupa tramvaie sa nu alergi niciodata – acum stiu!] si cad k o vk! In fine, dupa asta m-am bucurat ca am cazut, ca alergam dupa tramvaiul nepotrivit, si as fi injurat 15minute daca ajungeam sa-l iau.. pana la urma, 2 tramvaie mai incolo si alte 10 minute prin ploaie si tortura pe tocuri, am ajuns acasa.. oh yey! Joy!
Sa ridice mana cine merge la stilul meu cu transportul in comun, na!
Merge trenul, taca-taca, paca-paca, merge trenul, la Schiphol, la aeroport, acest Otopeni al Olandei, stationeaza in tunel, ca deraiat..
Stau intr-un tren stramb, foarte stramb. Jur ca sunt treaza, lumina radiaza. Sunt in tunel, in jurul meu e noapte (nu va asteptati sa zic c-aud in jurul meu shoapte!). E bezna, o tai cu cutitu, iar noi stam stramb intr-o cutie de tren, cu putin aer, putin-putin, inclinati ca o buburuza pe deget. Da buburuza stie unde se duce. Inspre aer, libertate, spatiu, lumina, afara. Noi nu. Noi nu stim cand pornim, daca ne ducem, unde. Noi habar n-avem daca pornim. Trenul gufai, imprastie aer conditionat, se zbate latent in stare de picaj liber si se tolaneste in tunel ca un melc lipit gresit pe un fir de iarba. Futu-i. Sunt usor autista. Am fobii. Multe. Dar nu spun.
Deci pana la urma, dupa vreo 10minute de tunel, ne taram cu trenu in statie. Zic astia prin statie ca sa vedeti, la liniile 1, 2 si 3 nu mai circula nimic, mutati-va pe 4, 5 si 6. Ne mutam, ce sa facem, dupa alte 10 minute anunta ca stati degeaba, boilor! Nu mai pleaca nici un trend in Schiphol… Arrgghh!! Sau dupa cum spune Mada – smf in trenurile olandeze! Mie nu-mi convine ca Schipholul e la vreo 35 de euro de casa, deci iau bus-ul.. din cauza de aglomeratie (gen 20 de oameni, lol), soferul decide sa nu mai insiste cu biletele, asa ca mergem pe grrratis. Ajung la Museumplein, alerg dupa un tram [de unde si vorba batraneasca dupa femei si dupa tramvaie sa nu alergi niciodata – acum stiu!] si cad k o vk! In fine, dupa asta m-am bucurat ca am cazut, ca alergam dupa tramvaiul nepotrivit, si as fi injurat 15minute daca ajungeam sa-l iau.. pana la urma, 2 tramvaie mai incolo si alte 10 minute prin ploaie si tortura pe tocuri, am ajuns acasa.. oh yey! Joy!
Sa ridice mana cine merge la stilul meu cu transportul in comun, na!
Glume de birou
Ce ne distram noi la birou!! Hahaha
Pai colegu vrea sa se duca la lunch cu ta-su. Deci se pregateste sa plece. Se intoarce ca-si uita badge-ul.. da, corect ! este un it-ist. Si atunci se gandeste alt coleg sa-i zica – auzi, da ai vazut ca ploua afara ? ai umbrela ? – asta zice – ah, pai nu.. Celalalt, amabil, ii zice – pai vezi ca e aia in dulap (un fel de « umbrela de salvare » ). Ok, o ia omu si o porneste spre iesire. Al treilea coleg ii striga – Succes cu umbrela !! dupa care incepe sa rada.. sa moara de ras.. noi intrebam – da ce e ? ce-i cu umbrela ? pai zice
Am luat-o eu acum 2 saptamani.. mi s-a rupt o spitza la ea si pe urma a 2-a.. frate.. era sa-mi intre in oki, sa-mi scoata ochiul, nu altceva !! si acum o saptamana am luat-o iar.. era un vant !! sa nu iesi din casa ! m-a luat pe sus c uumbrela cu tot, umbrela s-a dat peste cap.. toate spitzele rupte !! si atunci m-am gandit sa o aduc inapoi la birou, am pus-o frumos acolo [LoL]… eu am vrut sa strig dupa el.. da daca se grabea…
Hahaha !! Ce ne distram noi la birou!
Pai colegu vrea sa se duca la lunch cu ta-su. Deci se pregateste sa plece. Se intoarce ca-si uita badge-ul.. da, corect ! este un it-ist. Si atunci se gandeste alt coleg sa-i zica – auzi, da ai vazut ca ploua afara ? ai umbrela ? – asta zice – ah, pai nu.. Celalalt, amabil, ii zice – pai vezi ca e aia in dulap (un fel de « umbrela de salvare » ). Ok, o ia omu si o porneste spre iesire. Al treilea coleg ii striga – Succes cu umbrela !! dupa care incepe sa rada.. sa moara de ras.. noi intrebam – da ce e ? ce-i cu umbrela ? pai zice
Am luat-o eu acum 2 saptamani.. mi s-a rupt o spitza la ea si pe urma a 2-a.. frate.. era sa-mi intre in oki, sa-mi scoata ochiul, nu altceva !! si acum o saptamana am luat-o iar.. era un vant !! sa nu iesi din casa ! m-a luat pe sus c uumbrela cu tot, umbrela s-a dat peste cap.. toate spitzele rupte !! si atunci m-am gandit sa o aduc inapoi la birou, am pus-o frumos acolo [LoL]… eu am vrut sa strig dupa el.. da daca se grabea…
Hahaha !! Ce ne distram noi la birou!
maandag 10 augustus 2009
Filmmuseum
I always wanted to go to Filmmuseum in Amsterdam. It’s in Amsterdam. It’s a museum. And it’s all about films!! Well, I think I may had overestimated it.. it’s a small place where you can have films. You can see some old images, some old rooms, like you’d have in a bigger house, but then where you can have good seats to a good-quality film. It’s all about quality, so I like it. Artish European films are always good for me! I’ve seen an Irish film called Hunger and then had a drink at the bar there. It’s in Vondelpark, just try it.
Cocktail Workshop
Si veni si petrecerea de Carciun. Deci ca sa te invete sa bei ce-i bun si acasa, ne-am organizat intr-un workshop sa facem – un cocktail pentru doamne – un Cosmopolitan, un cocktail pentru domni – un nu-mai-stiu-ce, da cu whiskey si unu non-alcoolic pe care colegii mei l-au facut alcolic cu toate bauturile. Aia de-nvatasera mai bine si-au bagat mai multe la activ.
Hai sa mai practicam, mai facem unu, mai bagam o data, pe urma mergea mancarea mexicana de-i sareau guacamoala-n ea.. cred ca e unicul moment cand mi-am vazut toti colegii razand.. de obicei sunt unii mia razareti si unii mai putin.. sa uniste mutre acre, deci alcoolul destinde.
Cel mai bine
E cand iti pica sistemu. Vii la serviciu ca omu, te gandesti ce zi stresanta o sa ai, ce raportari naspa, ce porcarii, iar raportari. Si iti dai seama can u poti sa faci nici un raport, ca ti-a picat sistemul. Este sublim. Te poti relaxa in voie!.. in fine, pana cand chiar tre sa te stresezi din nou – da orele alea in care doar astepti IT-ul sa se mishte.. ah! Divin!!
Buuu nuu pooot saaa creeedd
Ca Geamilici mi-a trimis flori de ziua mea!! M-am emotionat pana la… eh, nici chiara sa, da m-am bucurat foarte tare!
Am zis in concluzie: asa surprize mai rar, asa memorie mai rar, asa complot mai rar, asa prieteni, mai rar, asa Geamy doar una! :)
Dar pe langa aceasta surpriza, cata mai faza de tare - prietenii mei s-au intalnit in Buchi sa ma sarbatoreasca!! WoW!!! ma rog, unii au interpretat ca si o inmormantare sau mai degraba un parastas, ca si atunci chipurile persoana nu-i de fatza. Da eu cred ca sunt doar gelosi.. chiar a fost ziua mea sarbatorita in mai multe orashe :)
Aiurea-n tramvai.. sau in casa:
Muzica este mai tare. Aveti vecini sus?
Da, scutura o patura.
Cum o fi sa-ti cresti copiii in Amsterdam?!
Bine.
Mie mi se pare ca in Belgia totul e o gluma.
Da, inveti Past Tense in facultate?
Nu, verbul si subiectul.
Da dupa ai pot sa citesc si eu?
Da eu nu mai am rabdare. Iar am impresia ca le simt. Dupa 5 secunde pleaca.
Ochii aia sunt foarte dubiosi la tine pe tricou.
Aia nu-i vezi asa ca stai pe partea cealalta.
Da chiar pot sa zic ca le simt.
Pe tine te luase un sentiment de somn.
Inainte am avut un sentiment ca s-a schimbat lumina.
Da, scutura o patura.
Cum o fi sa-ti cresti copiii in Amsterdam?!
Bine.
Mie mi se pare ca in Belgia totul e o gluma.
Da, inveti Past Tense in facultate?
Nu, verbul si subiectul.
Da dupa ai pot sa citesc si eu?
Da eu nu mai am rabdare. Iar am impresia ca le simt. Dupa 5 secunde pleaca.
Ochii aia sunt foarte dubiosi la tine pe tricou.
Aia nu-i vezi asa ca stai pe partea cealalta.
Da chiar pot sa zic ca le simt.
Pe tine te luase un sentiment de somn.
Inainte am avut un sentiment ca s-a schimbat lumina.
Da, pai asta am avut si eu.
Scrisul se misca si lasa urme in jurul lui. Se sterge, e cerneala.
Da carutza aia in jurul lui nu te deranjaza?.. apare si ea - surpriza!!
Eu nu-mi dau seama, parca le simt, parca nu... da stiu ca trebuie sa golesc scrumiera, ca ma enerveaza.
Eu incerc sa ma uit la Oana.
Stai ca ocoleste mana.
Tu acum ai vazut?
Da, ca pana acm era paharul ala in fata.
Da ea in ce limba scrie?
Da, in romana.
Am schimbat perspectiva mainii. Este mult mai interesanta. Revolving.
Stiu, cand iei ciuperci nu iti vine sa fumezi.
Oana scrie romane.
Da candelabrul asta nu mai zice nimic.
Da ce putea putea sa-ti zica?
Este o melodie care se aude mai puternic. Este ceva cu manager.
Parca pana acum muzica nu avea text.
Mai e cola?
E in frigider.
Ce lene mi-e.
Da hai, du-te sa-ti iei. Eu trebuie sa ma ridic, sa o deranjez pe Oana, tu esti mai aproape.
A, pai nu ca nu vroiam.
Vroiai sa stii doar daca mai e?
E ca ala care a intrebat-o pe aia daca vorbeste engleza si tipa a continuat in franceza.
M-am plictisit sa scriu, e prea multa foaie.
It’s My Party
Day zero. Right on, sister, let’s celebrate! I’ve always been starting celebrations before time! Well, at least around 12 o’clock a.m. 4th of December. It eventually gets to 3-day partying, but that’s normal.Day 1. Snowing in Amsterdam for my b-day looks good! But then I need to get moving. See 2 houses for sale, not like them, buy cookies for my colleagues at work. Then announce them I’m not getting older, but wiser. Have a good time with colleagues at work.
Then move on to the uni. I come in and serve my cookies. All colleagues are there. Male voices tremble to the happy birthday song. Anna and Lydie give it up to balance male voices with theirs. Pretty cool! Partying needs to be done. We start softly with Boterwaag and few drinks with Anna Lydie and Stefan.
We go on partying on the normal The Hague route – well, Paap’s closing anyhow, so move on to Pijpelaa. We find other friends, dance the whole night on. Surprisingly enough, it all ends with a fat meal at 5 in the morning. Resting needs to be done.
Day 2. A good friend wakes me up, swearing follows. Don’t you know it was my birthday, you’re supposed to leave me alone thereafter! People need their rest! A recovery lounging session is expected, life’s beautiful (I need to think of my sms from sailorboy saying happy bday from Afrika). Screening houses for sale in front of the computer stays on top of
the relaxing schedule.
I drag myself to Amsterdam to more drinking and small-partying with my housemate. It’s so good to be home!
Day 3. I act like a good housewife – do grocery, visit the beauty salon, cook some pasta, my friends are here – the Brussels ladies. More partying needs to be done! Catch up with our lives and have even more good times! Of course.
Day 4. I wake up in the morning, I need it!! – a little party for myself: I just surprised myself with the most wonderful gift I could get for this anniversary – helicopter flying lessons!!
I need to freeze my ass to Hilversum, go to some God-forbidden place next to the forest and then warm up in a bar full of old people. Then I can have my classes. First the theory, then practice. I’m flying with the most beautiful instructor I’ve ever seen. He says – look out for the plane, I go the other way. I can turn 360 degrees, this is soooo cool! I wish I was a fighter pilot! But in the meanwhile I can fly!
I drag myself to Amsterdam to more drinking and small-partying with my housemate. It’s so good to be home!
Day 3. I act like a good housewife – do grocery, visit the beauty salon, cook some pasta, my friends are here – the Brussels ladies. More partying needs to be done! Catch up with our lives and have even more good times! Of course.
Day 4. I wake up in the morning, I need it!! – a little party for myself: I just surprised myself with the most wonderful gift I could get for this anniversary – helicopter flying lessons!!
I need to freeze my ass to Hilversum, go to some God-forbidden place next to the forest and then warm up in a bar full of old people. Then I can have my classes. First the theory, then practice. I’m flying with the most beautiful instructor I’ve ever seen. He says – look out for the plane, I go the other way. I can turn 360 degrees, this is soooo cool! I wish I was a fighter pilot! But in the meanwhile I can fly!
I loved my present, time to split to the girls – party on! More of the relaxed partying done, say good-bye, day’s over. No, it’s not. I get a surprising date at Melkweg. I see the sailorboy again, roll on the chemicals, the night is young and so are we!
School Trip
I never thought I need to be almost 27 and still get on a school trip. That’s how I called it that day – meeting up with the guys at our sponsor to get introduced. That’s meeting up with my 3 guys, my MBA colleagues, with whom we’re group 2. We’re doing a research at our sponsor company in Amsterdam. It’s a long research. So we need to know the people there. We got introduced and then we hoped on the car. One guy’s driving through the heavy traffic. It’s 30 minutes by train, but 1:30h by car. Or more. Depending how lucky you are.
So one guy’s driving while we’re talking about our individual proposals, uni, other plans, jobs and private lives. Soon it will be singing camp songs, I tell you. I’m their sister, they’re my favourite guys in class and we’ll do good. I don’t like to do good, I like to do excellent, but I guess every one has a busy life and we’re such idealists, so let’s do the singing and shaking our boodies! :)
So one guy’s driving while we’re talking about our individual proposals, uni, other plans, jobs and private lives. Soon it will be singing camp songs, I tell you. I’m their sister, they’re my favourite guys in class and we’ll do good. I don’t like to do good, I like to do excellent, but I guess every one has a busy life and we’re such idealists, so let’s do the singing and shaking our boodies! :)
The Kooks
I’m so excited!!! About the Kooks and about the fact that thousands of people are going to say my name (= Wanna) at the same time. (Singing along.. do you wanna.. do you wanna..). It’s one of my fetishisms.. it feeds me chemicals and joy!
We’re making jokes about eating at McDonals and then I see he stops the car at MC!! McDonals! I haven’t eaten there in months, maybe even years.. man, this is no sexy thought! We’re laughing with the cheeseburger smile about stories on smoking and quitting and think about songs we’re going to hear. This keeps the spirit up until we hit the crowd inside. Jeeeeee!! Where do all those people come from?! Not Amsterdam, I tell, that’s about the size of the size of the crowd you’d have if they gave iPhones for free in India.
That’s the line for hanging your coats at the wardrobe. My friend end goood campanion, liet me gieet in frant, so we won’t miss the damn concert. That was Buchi freestyling to the front with the cheekiness of a monkey. The same went for the toilet – use another entry, get in first! The recipe for success. Then stand in line for beer with my civilized Dutch friend – but that’s worth it!
I like people with hats trying to look like the Kooks.. and then it came – Do You Wanna… but also magical sounds from their beach, my ipod, their lives, my love, their nights of fun, my night of joy!
We’re making jokes about eating at McDonals and then I see he stops the car at MC!! McDonals! I haven’t eaten there in months, maybe even years.. man, this is no sexy thought! We’re laughing with the cheeseburger smile about stories on smoking and quitting and think about songs we’re going to hear. This keeps the spirit up until we hit the crowd inside. Jeeeeee!! Where do all those people come from?! Not Amsterdam, I tell, that’s about the size of the size of the crowd you’d have if they gave iPhones for free in India.
That’s the line for hanging your coats at the wardrobe. My friend end goood campanion, liet me gieet in frant, so we won’t miss the damn concert. That was Buchi freestyling to the front with the cheekiness of a monkey. The same went for the toilet – use another entry, get in first! The recipe for success. Then stand in line for beer with my civilized Dutch friend – but that’s worth it!
I like people with hats trying to look like the Kooks.. and then it came – Do You Wanna… but also magical sounds from their beach, my ipod, their lives, my love, their nights of fun, my night of joy!
La barza chioara…
Ii face Dumnezeu cuib. Zice un vechi proverb romanesc. Mai precis eu am fost tot timpul mai rasfatzata, nu m-a interesat sa fac avere, sa acumulez ceva, sa am o casa frumoasa, ca mai mult stau pe-afara ei, oricum. Si cum se spune ca am inaintat in varsta si ca e mai avantajos sa ai decat sa n-ai, hai sa fiu si eu in randu lumii.
Da daca tot am avut noroc de job si de contract, pai pana la urma ce mare lucru sa iei o casa! Intre timp am vorbit cu Gigi, care si ea isi ea.. da da numai de belele si se zbate in Romania. Aici si barza chioara o nimereste….
Cum in Olanda totul e favorabil, m-am dus sa ma interesez la agent ipotecar independent care-i shmekeria. Mi-a dat el niste oferte, chipurile toti zic ca astia iti gasesc ce e mai favorabil. Pe dracu, am vorbit cu colegul meu Martijn, pai el poate sa-ti dea mult mai mult! Si nu ca suntem cunostinte! Da orishicat a facilitat faza ;)
Asa ca vrei nu vrei, bea Grigore agiazma! Mi-o voi lua, casa!
Da daca tot am avut noroc de job si de contract, pai pana la urma ce mare lucru sa iei o casa! Intre timp am vorbit cu Gigi, care si ea isi ea.. da da numai de belele si se zbate in Romania. Aici si barza chioara o nimereste….
Cum in Olanda totul e favorabil, m-am dus sa ma interesez la agent ipotecar independent care-i shmekeria. Mi-a dat el niste oferte, chipurile toti zic ca astia iti gasesc ce e mai favorabil. Pe dracu, am vorbit cu colegul meu Martijn, pai el poate sa-ti dea mult mai mult! Si nu ca suntem cunostinte! Da orishicat a facilitat faza ;)
Asa ca vrei nu vrei, bea Grigore agiazma! Mi-o voi lua, casa!
Socializari
V-am spus ca eu am avut recruiter? Recruiterul meu Robbert e ca nimeni altu – prompt, amabil, rezolva tot in mai putin de 5 minute, orice-ar fi. In viatza mea n-am vazut atata eficienta, va jur!! Dar omu nu stiu ce a facut.. ideea e ca si-a furat-o.
Mai precis trebuia sa ne socializam la un bar tare (Heffer) si faimos in centrul Amsterdamului, la un event organizat de firma lui. Cand ajung acolo imi spun ca e inca in spital. Pai cum adica in spital?! Pai uite-asa. A fost la un client. Si?! Si clientu i-a dat un pumn si i-a spart nasu, l-au operat si acum e plin de copci… fraaateee!! Asta da client nemultumit!!
In schimb m-am socializat cu un chinez stat de muuult in Olanda si tot felul de indieni, englezi si mai putini olandezi decat straini acolo. M-am chiar distrat!! A venit un alt recruiter in locul lui Robbert, poate la fel de eficient si simpatic, chiar si cu platfusu lui, da io tot mandra mi-s de al meu. Acum cica lucreaza in sales, in parteneriat. Cred ca castiga cam cat toata familia mea la un loc si e mai mic cu un an ca mine, deci respect, man!
Si am plecat fericita si cu punga plina, ca de cate ori se-ntampla d-astea tre sa-ti dea cadouri. Iar am o cana cu un nume de firma si pix nou..
Mai precis trebuia sa ne socializam la un bar tare (Heffer) si faimos in centrul Amsterdamului, la un event organizat de firma lui. Cand ajung acolo imi spun ca e inca in spital. Pai cum adica in spital?! Pai uite-asa. A fost la un client. Si?! Si clientu i-a dat un pumn si i-a spart nasu, l-au operat si acum e plin de copci… fraaateee!! Asta da client nemultumit!!
In schimb m-am socializat cu un chinez stat de muuult in Olanda si tot felul de indieni, englezi si mai putini olandezi decat straini acolo. M-am chiar distrat!! A venit un alt recruiter in locul lui Robbert, poate la fel de eficient si simpatic, chiar si cu platfusu lui, da io tot mandra mi-s de al meu. Acum cica lucreaza in sales, in parteneriat. Cred ca castiga cam cat toata familia mea la un loc si e mai mic cu un an ca mine, deci respect, man!
Si am plecat fericita si cu punga plina, ca de cate ori se-ntampla d-astea tre sa-ti dea cadouri. Iar am o cana cu un nume de firma si pix nou..
Diary of a Times Square Thief
What I liked about this film is that a former prostitute who’s now teaching sexology at a prestige university is telling how she lived. It was such a world of uncertainty, where she didn’t know when she could get aids and die, that she only bought one roll of toilet paper. When that one was over, she could go buy the next one. Anyhow, she didn’t afford much. But I thought that was brilliant!
Next to this, old ladies painting their rooms, creepy characters, shootings, love affairs, murders, families – there’s about everything happening at that time. And a man who from writer turns into some one who steals about everything to spend it later on drugs, women and alcohol. Steals about everything implies also puddles he can then sell for more money.
The Dutch guy buying his diary goes search for him, and so does the documentary-film get born. And I saw it all at Cross-Border festival in The Hague.
Next to this, old ladies painting their rooms, creepy characters, shootings, love affairs, murders, families – there’s about everything happening at that time. And a man who from writer turns into some one who steals about everything to spend it later on drugs, women and alcohol. Steals about everything implies also puddles he can then sell for more money.
The Dutch guy buying his diary goes search for him, and so does the documentary-film get born. And I saw it all at Cross-Border festival in The Hague.
Sa incepa gatitu!
Cine ma suna cu noaptea in cap in weekend (adica la 10)?! E Alberto, ca cica apare cu Paola in vizita, pai da sa inceapa gatitul!!
Aprioric m-am pregatit cu un lung telefonat cu mami pentru reteta, ma-mbrac si ma misc cu greu, dar ajung la supermarket si campa cele trebuincioase.
Gatesc musaca si oamenii sunt megaincantati, de parca nu mancasera in viata lor ceva mai bun. Este bine! Mai tarziu servesc ultimele portii la Lydie si Jasper, care si ei apreciaza ca e de calitate! Noroc cu mami si cu cuptoru… dar mi-am promis sa fiu mare artista intr-o zi ;)
Aprioric m-am pregatit cu un lung telefonat cu mami pentru reteta, ma-mbrac si ma misc cu greu, dar ajung la supermarket si campa cele trebuincioase.
Gatesc musaca si oamenii sunt megaincantati, de parca nu mancasera in viata lor ceva mai bun. Este bine! Mai tarziu servesc ultimele portii la Lydie si Jasper, care si ei apreciaza ca e de calitate! Noroc cu mami si cu cuptoru… dar mi-am promis sa fiu mare artista intr-o zi ;)
Philosopher’s Stone
Isn’t it exciting when you’re doing something new?! Go home, clean up the house and then chill with your housemate?!
Fantastic, especially when your mind’s in a state to philosophy, associate, connect, disconnect, destroy, wear out, perform, visualize, chaise longue your body and fly around.
E.G.:
Philosophy:
- Where does your spirit go after death, does it fly around?!
- Are we ourselves or are we beyond?
Associate:
- How did the writers and other philosophers write such good fantastic pieces?
- Where they really visionary or just on drugs?
Connect:
- Is Dutch language connecting us and we just got here this way?
- Has Michelle – Oana’s friend from childhood and my friend from work been influenced by Oana to learn Dutch and did she make me move here?
Disconnect:
- How come there’s one guy at our place who doesn’t know my name though it’s the same as the other = Oana?!
- How come the same idiot thinks we have a castle as a house and thinks we have more and more rooms, rooms surrounding us, rooms everywhere?!
Destroy:
- How come this image is built up and destroyed the next moment?
- What kind of ugly person can you be to get in my reality and make it ugly?!
Wear out:
- How does the music manage to wear out my ears?
- When does the light become worn out and when does it turn into a new one?
Perform:
- When do you become yourself and when are you something for the others?
- How do you make your life what it is and how do others do it?
Visualize:
- Warm surroundings
- Music
- Feelings
Chaise longue your body:
- More lounging
- More dreaming
Fly around:
- How do you manage your poses, girl?
- How come you’re so light?
We haven’t got many answers, but questioning was amazing, sister!
Fantastic, especially when your mind’s in a state to philosophy, associate, connect, disconnect, destroy, wear out, perform, visualize, chaise longue your body and fly around.
E.G.:
Philosophy:
- Where does your spirit go after death, does it fly around?!
- Are we ourselves or are we beyond?
Associate:
- How did the writers and other philosophers write such good fantastic pieces?
- Where they really visionary or just on drugs?
Connect:
- Is Dutch language connecting us and we just got here this way?
- Has Michelle – Oana’s friend from childhood and my friend from work been influenced by Oana to learn Dutch and did she make me move here?
Disconnect:
- How come there’s one guy at our place who doesn’t know my name though it’s the same as the other = Oana?!
- How come the same idiot thinks we have a castle as a house and thinks we have more and more rooms, rooms surrounding us, rooms everywhere?!
Destroy:
- How come this image is built up and destroyed the next moment?
- What kind of ugly person can you be to get in my reality and make it ugly?!
Wear out:
- How does the music manage to wear out my ears?
- When does the light become worn out and when does it turn into a new one?
Perform:
- When do you become yourself and when are you something for the others?
- How do you make your life what it is and how do others do it?
Visualize:
- Warm surroundings
- Music
- Feelings
Chaise longue your body:
- More lounging
- More dreaming
Fly around:
- How do you manage your poses, girl?
- How come you’re so light?
We haven’t got many answers, but questioning was amazing, sister!
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