Former Mystery Queen

I’m OK!

2011-04-19T00:11:00.003+02:00

Wonderful sunny morning! This means it’s time to bike to work. I take my small red bike and head to Amstelveen. People are slow on a Tuesday morning… I’ll go faster, I’ll get in front of them. I pass by other bikers. I’m passing by another biker----BOOOOM!! ---- A car explosively hits me and I fall. One – two freaking seconds and I’m on the ground, hitting it shockingly hard! Ouch!

It’s not true what they say – that you see your entire life in 2 seconds. Not true at all. I had 2 thoughts, only 2 thoughts came across my mind at that moment: 1) F/&@*$g bastard! I can’t believe he just hit me!! And 2)

My head! So while I was falling, I brought my arms to my head so to protect it. I fell on one side, so I seriously injured my elbow and my hip. The sudden impact of the hit made the wheel of my bike turn to 90 degree and it immediately fell touching the bike of the woman whom I was passing by. From behind there was a guy on a scooter speeding up, so he hit the break just before running over me. They all stopped, even the idiot in the car.

Such nice people in Amsterdam, why do I need to meet them in these kind of situations? They all stopped, gathered around me, asked me if I was fine.. I was a bit shocked, I don’t even know what you’re supposed to do in situations like this.. I exchanges phone numbers with the witness and the murderer took me to my doctor.

I discovered he has the same type of stupid humor I have.. on the way he was afraid of bikes, he was letting every one bike in front of his car.. So we were saying at the same time something like, oh you don’t have any more place in the car?! And we laughed. Then he asked me if I was ok – NO I’M NOT OK!! It freaking hurts, you idiot! But I’m not going to cry!

The doc says nothing’s broken. Oh yeah! Bike’s also ok, only the bell is total damage.. I get a brand new Ozzy bell on the wrong (right) side. After one more day I re-start biking carefully.. veeerryyy carefully! For one week I drink daily, ‘cause I realize life’s so short and we can die every moment. Or we can chose to live every moment!

I chose life!

I'M OK!!

March in Amsterdam

2011-04-18T00:15:00.008+02:00

Seems there’s a company theme to go out to the same bar. Last company van Puffelen was the favorite, for this one is Green Light. I’m curious where other people from other companies go.. In the Green light you can smoke the water pipe, that’s about the only advantage I can see. The good thing’s I can ze Polish with her getting in love stories and new life in Muenchen city. She’s so efficient in getting a new life for herself. I wish I were the same when I got here.. every one has her own rhythm. Mine is on the slow mood.

I was late again with cooking the big dinner and moving on to the Gotan Project concert. My Sailorboy was sailing somewhere in Germany. I was in charge of drinks as well. This is mostly unfitting

for a lady. So we arrive late at the venue, but well enough to see the sangre getting caliente! I love this band. I get high on the images and hot music. I can feel the passion all around me. I feel like I want to dance with 10,000 people, I want to change my voice for the singers and fall in love with Buenos Aires. We have some drinks to cool off after the party.

I’m biking with 2 huge bags, feels a bit dangerous, I can barely catch my breath. What a girl needs to do to look nice on a picture. I got a photoshoot arranged by Sailorboy. All I need to do is look pretty. It takes two huge bags for me to comply. I’m packing clothes, make up and cream, nail polish and smiles. 3 fashion and backstage ladies guide me through the scene. I’m not allowed to smile, I feel artificial, it’s not really me if I’m not smiling.. But here are some pics.

As if I didn’t have enough bruises on my body from the MMA, I go to a more dangerous sport. Pole dancing it is, repeat after another workshop I had, getting better. Better watch a real sport instead. I got tickets to Ajax – Spartak Moscou. It’s the first time I go on the Ajax stadium. It looks great! Much better than Ghencea, Steaua’s place, my team.

The Ajax fans are not as warm as the one of Steaua. They don’t keep on screaming, cheering, feels like the football players work in accounting. Yeah, whatever, just doing our job. Seems for the fans it’s more important to sing everything’s gonna be alright during the break. But anyhow, the fan tells me they’re only like this when they’re playing home, otherwise they’d cheer more. I sure hope so! Good match, too bad Ajax lost.. I had good tickets, so I could watch them closely. I just love football!!

Back to some girlie stuff, I meet Latina’s next to Café Nol. We’re chatting about languages, future and past, education and men. The latter is a theme with predilection on our table.

Hot weather in Amsterdam.. well, what can be considered to be hot weather. We need to take advantage! First barbeque this year will take place in March! Visit Carmen and her man for some really nice food and catch up on our lives.

It takes about a week for our team to decide where we go for dinner on Thursday. After making the reservation, some other option appears. Change reservation now. It’s confusing. It’s confusing when your GPS doesn’t work, the car is vibrating African music and you’re getting advice on the way from me.. so we lose our way straight to the highway. After 30 km back and forth, we finally reach destination. The one guy in the car (with 3 confused women) is seeking compassion from the other guy. We like surprises. Buenos Aires resto in Amstelveen is the place to be if you want loads of meat pilled up in front of you. Vegetarians, avoid this place! Almost felt like home; we had some good laughs and I got picked on.. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

The highlight of the month was of course Familiedag. Or the family day. Sailorboy’s family was getting together. Spouses were welcome. OMG, I’m going to meet the extended family, with uncles, aunts, cousins and everything.. should I run and hide?! Oh no, I’ve been trained for this my entire life, I am such a family girl. So we start by waiting 15 minutes for Sailorboy’s sister (with bf). I’m happy. This is the first time a Dutch person has been late to a date/meeting. I’ve never seen this in my life, so they are humans after all. We find our way to Kamerick, that’s where it all happens. It’s a wonderful location, so typically Dutch: green fields, spots of water, sheep and goats, cows in sheds, 100% natural. The weather’s gorgeous. My name is too exotic for most of his family, they get it whom I’m with. We have some cake and chat with the family. Then we get sporty. We’re playing boerengolf. What’s that, aha?! It’s a sort of golf, but played with wooden stick with a klomp on top and with a bigger ball. It’s not that easy at it seems. We had lots of fun and chats in the meanwhile. All ended with a barbeque and sjoelen. Oh yeah? What is sjoelen? It’s a board game where you try to get some wooden pieces to the end of the table. It’s like a barman would send you the beer over the bar. You get more points if you get the pieces more to the center between some wooden plates. Sailorboy’s sister wins.

Kuru

2011-04-08T18:34:00.001+02:00

Din capitolul - Stiati ca.. - Kuru este o boala a rasului?!

De unde si expresia a rade cu kuru de cineva lol

Sleep Deprivation and Stories of My Bullshit Youth in February

2011-04-04T00:43:00.003+02:00

Am I a real woman if I like Top gear? And if I also like a good football match? And if I don’t like shopping? And if I don’t like long discussions about the color of your hair? So besides some of those beautiful roaring Top Gear shows, I’ve seen again some of my fav films: Sin City, Cleopatra, Being John Malkovich and this reminds me of Leonard Cohen that Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed in Fear and Loath in Las Vegas.

My morning starts in Amsterdam aka ground zero. Get my papers going, I’m rollin’ to my tax adviser, I know my visit brings good coffee and bad news. My old aunt Maria would have seen the signs in the coffee cup after I’d drink it. So need to move on, next stop The Hague, to get my passport renewed. The officials are always so sour, feels like they drink squeezed lemon instead of coffee in the morning. They look so sad and colorless. I’ve got to see a happy person. My uncle should be the perfect fit, the funniest and merriest person ever. We’re meeting at the Plein, figure out we could better get ouzo and Olympus beer at the Greek resto. Love that food! and the people are always so friendly, home feel. Ouzo’s not my friend. Time always has different dimensions when I’m with my uncle. And ouzo’s not my friend. I get tired on the train, I talk all the way from The Hague to Amsterdam yelling in Spanish to my Latina friend that I miss her, to my uncle about some other deals and the Schiphol tunnel. Every one else in the train looks at me like I’m a loud cheeky foreigner. What’s up you people?! Get a life!

Ouch, I said ouzo's not my friend.. life’s so hard when you need to wake up in the morning and get to work especially on a Wednesday morning. The Bollywood dancers are my good friends, so we’re back to a decent dinner at our place, to talk about life and fairies. I’m the Cooking Queen for the night, nothing goes wrong.

It’s so great to have friends over, too bad they need to have a life and run away. Some I'd keep in my closet. Take them out and have some fun when I like. I suppose a little girl misses her toys. Lydie and me are the matchers of new love and old love stories, shade perfume in the afternoon air. We spoil our diets with rich salads and creamy strawberries. Then Sailorboy takes me to a birthday party, more delightful food, only to my eyes. Conversation keeps me going when I’m the only foreigner standing.

Was February the month of romantic Valentine’s day? I just felt another day coming and going. But Proef made sense to my taste in design and decoration. I just love to arrange food in the most appetinzing way. This resto just changed my perception on it, lekker! Btw, it was also a way to celebrate 2 and smth years together.. It feels very safe and accommodating.

That’s why I need some adventure on the karting day. Managed to get in front of all girls by pulling some dirty tricks, should get better at driving and being a good sports [mental note]. Got one girl’s bra pop out off function, that’s what I can do to women, yes. I can only delay men, if they’re not dangerous enough.. some men just need to be let in front.. I fail!

Need to get stronger ! Will go to MMA = Mixed Martial Arts. It feels damn good, very intensive, free and masculine, I feel like I'm in love! The next day I'm in pain. I swear I discovered new muscles in my body.. I’m happy I’m getting the move on, but not extremely happy I need to have my entire body injured.. or in pain. Though a very good training, I should do it more often. With GIRLS!!

Next day I’m off to Utrecht with Sailorboy to entertain children and parents. Chidlren are easily entertained of games of football and park, wind and other games. Parents will be entertained with talks, less difficult. We will be tasting some good food and sharing some more mango juice with the Mindi minty fans. You’ll all get it one day ;)

I hate my dentist and that’s all I want to state about him. He’s a gorgeous man I hate from the bottom of my heart. If you see my dentist and you’re a straight woman, you’ll instantly fell in love. Me, I just hate him!! He just makes me feel uncomfortable and weak, which I’m not.

I cannot get to my senses again; I just go the company party. It's a bowling night. Time flies by with all the chit-chats and the beers, but we play some more in the end. It just seems like we’re having more party then we get.. people get crazy, mime blowjobs, learn to swear in different languages, dance on the table, talk dirty and then we walk away. I do everything I can to avoid bus 199. That's the touring bus, it stops at every damn corner in Amstelveen! absolutely freaking ridiculous, whoever put on such an inefficient line! I bet it was one driver who said one day - I want to make a patience test for our customers, how much can they take on line 199 until they get totally out of their minds? I had that once. I said - enough! The next day at work every one else is just themselves, the way they were.. except for some girls who wear the same outfit as yesterday.. they’re just beginners! You should always wear different clothes after a company’s party!

My beautician has priority! Then I can go to every party in the world! So then the Polish real-woman-no-bullshit-diva is leaving the company. She’s getting the most international crowd on the day she leaves. We’re all so sorry she's leaving and drowning it in playing pool. We girls suck, but suddenly boys play to the wrong hole, oh oh so wrong! Girls win! Still not sure if it was because the men lost patience and wanted to play with other men or they just missed it.. Then we go to have tapas and chat the night away… I have to run to meet the Bollywood diva at Melkweg. We’re having an Electronation @ Klinch night and all the people go crazy! And they do! And you dance and they go crazy on you or your girlfriend, but they do! Everyone's sweaty dancing, drinks fall on us, on others, we dance some more, there's an assault on the bar, we're attacking on vodca in different combinations all night long. I bike home and reach destination at 5, that was definitely a good night!

Next day I just want to take it easy, no MMA for me please.. I'm late anyways.. I just meet one of my girldfireinds at Herensgracht and enjoy a nice meal and chat. Then I see another Greek movie and don’t feel it’s good enough but just enough for a Sunday night..

Last Year's Interview

2011-04-03T23:31:00.002+02:00

This most sophisticated chic friend of mine has decided to have a blog on custures or multicultures, she just sent me an email on it:

" I would like very much to involve you in a project I am working on with the University of Lugano and University of Geneva called "Culture-Multicultures". The final aim of this project (supervised by Professors and the Dean of the Communication Department) is to publish a blog, and further on a book with interviews, essays and visuals on this theme."

This is what I got back to her:

1. What do you think are the best and worst features of your own culture?

The best features of the Romanian culture are adaptability, spirituality and the fact that you can laugh about yourself; warm and generous people.

The worst features are the laissez-faire, go-with-the-flow, wanting to be something you’re not, not doing things because the one next you also doesn’t do it, never recycle.

But these are all stereotypes and I don’t believe in them anyhow.

2. Which were the biggest communication challenges experienced in another culture?

Personally I didn’t experience any big challenge. I think Romanians are either speaking the language of a country or using common sense to find their way around.

I would say I did face a small communication challenge: having to be too polite with friends. In other cultures being some one’s friend means treating them with great respect and consideration and constantly asking about their opinions, feelings etc. – especially for Dutch, I think. For Romanians, friends are more like my-other-me and you can grab them, hug them, impose on them, argue with them and reason with them. They will do the same with you.

3. Which were the cultural stereotypes you had to face in another culture that you disagreed with? (based on your experience)

- “Go-Dutch”, Dutch are all open-minded, “a nation of rosy-cheeked farmers who live in windmills, wear clogs, have a garden full of tulips and sit on piles of yellow cheese”

- Germans wear Lederhosen, drink beer and eat sausage

- Americans are fat

- Arabian men wear beards, are womanizers and have subservient and repressed women who wear burka

- French are chaotic, do not like to work – prefer to strike, don’t speak English, they are rude to tourists and snobs

- Swiss sit in the mountains, ‘yodel’ and milk their cows, except people in Zurich who are bankers hoarding gold and helping out corrupt politicians and gangsters, they are obsessed with cleanliness and punctuality

- Italians are passionate, pizza/pasta freaks, smooth talking, fashion-addicted Casanovas, they are mafia or gang members.

And the list can go on.. there may be some truth in stereotyping to start with, but the world keeps on evolving. I don’t believe in stereotypes. I don’t believe in any stereotype at all. People are so different and so complex that you just cannot categorize and label a nation as such.

4. Which barriers of inter-cultural communication did you need to break and how did you do it?

Time has a strange volatility from one culture to the other. When Dutch or Swiss say 12:30, you need to be there at 12:30. When Romanians say 12:30, you’re expected there after 12:30, maybe by 12:45. The Latinos tend to come later than expected. One of my best friends is from Congo; she’d come around 13:30 – 14:00. So what I’ve learned to do is “translate” my needs into my friends’ perception of time. If I want all my friends to be there at 12:30, I say to the Dutch person 12:30. I say to the Romanian and Italian 12:15 and to the Congolese 11:30 and so on.

5. What did you learn from other people cultural configuration and integrated in your own?

I’ve learned to see on daily basis so many different people and to enjoy diversity. Amsterdam is the city with the most diversity in the world, gathering more nations than New York in a small place. Being tolerant, genuinely interested in the other and appreciating other people’s cultures is what I’m enjoying to integrate in my own world.

January

2011-03-31T22:35:00.003+02:00

Janus Head - In Greek mythology, Janus was the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings. His most prominent remnants in modern culture are his namesakes: the month of January, which begins the New Year, and the janitor, who is a caretaker of doors and halls. (from sublimethings blog)

That’s a good concept to start off with. And work on the God given day of Sunday. What a pity, I say. What will they do if they run out of the Sunday as well? Will they come up with a small day in between? The Somday. We’ll be forced to work on the Somday to make up for all the in-between-mistakes of IT or solve any other issue that cannot be dealt with on a normal working day… Anyhow, the good news about it was that we ended up the week with a team dinner at a Lebanese resto. Had some good mezza’s, though didn’t trust the raw lamb. Mistrust anything raw that made sound once and just sits on your plate! Or bring on more wine. That we did. Talked about not having a speech and about news on tv. Like on the 72-year old mother. I’m happy she’s still getting some. Water pipe was needed to keep the conversation going after this one. Then we remembered youthful drunkenness stories of party, disaster, joy and faith no one will notice what you’ve been doing one night before. Few of us standing went for some other beers at Leidseplein. Though the tram should have come, it didn’t. Every one else gave hope on it. I walked home for a change. Very refreshing, especially since I was off the next day.

I’m drumming my evenings away and building condition on Enter Sandman. It’s so damn difficult to keep up the toms going again and again throughout.. how does Lars do it?! He’s so strong and beautiful. I think I’m in love.

We’re having parents over for dinner. I’m not sure why we always end up having some conversation that embarrasses one of the persons at the table. It must be a family thing. Always one. Or the other. The beauty of it is that you almost never know whom the next one it’s going to be. Hopefully not you. In a starting family it’s always good you don’t think yet.. or you don’t realize, like when you’re 2. We went to visit friends who already have 2 children. One of 2 and one just born. The kids don’t even know what their parents are up to.. the one who can play, plays with the iron.. he could come over to my place – loads of ironing to do! Then he plays on with everything else that moves, while our friend shows us the newly acquired bed that moves around to accommodate different sex positions. We retire to the living room, my Russian friend is cooking again big time, it always feels like home and Sailorboy always feels like too much whiskey. Modern couples drink too much whiskey and red wine – hi and her respectively. It’s a couple disease. When you’re out in public you drink cocktails and beer. But we all know what you drank last night ;)

Monday is the Quiz Monday. Quiz Monday is the Monday you embarrass yourself in public for all the years you partied hard instead of reading a book or two. Unless you’re with your friend the Walking Encyclopedia. Then you really get a chance. The more smart friends you have, the better. So we actually got to the point where we were winning on general knowledge questions. Until we failed big time on the TMF music round. Then we realize we also need stupid friends who just dumbly watch the garbage on tv nowadays. We’ll do better next time!

The highlight of the month was shopping in Paris in between a training session and a train back home. Back home to Amsterdam, ‘cause I’ve celebrated 3 years of being here. That’s a lifetime! That’s something to remember.. about when I started this blog.. oh stop being such a sentimental fool! Just want to say: I’m still lovin’ it!!

To celebrate once more, I went to an Amsterdam Klezmer Band concert. Brilliant Dutch music with a Jewish twist and a hoopla-hoopla feeling swarming around ‘til your clothes get wet. The orchestra was so close to us and their shiny shoes so kitschy, we were one big family and a Balkan-Western nation. Good tunes, good vibes! I want more!

frecvent

2011-03-27T01:07:00.000+01:00

Imi voi bloca singura usha de la mashina, de teama sa nu pic on afara si ma voi mira mai tarziu ca de ce nu se deskide usha in curu meu...

Bikers in Asterdam

2011-03-27T01:04:00.003+01:00

Even though you're in AMsterdam and you think you'd be in the most safe place for biking, you're not. I've recently seen a bus getting in front of a biker and getting him down (sort of like an accident, but softer). The biker run after the bus, told him to stop and asked him for the papers. The bus driver was pretending nothing happened, he was like - well, you don't just get these papers bla bla.. luckily for the biker there was a police car in the area and they saw the entire thing.. what a bummer for the bus driver.. and a savior for the biker!

Kids

2011-03-27T01:00:00.002+01:00

I've figured it out that I'm old. When I was a young girl, when some one stole my pen, I would run after them... nowadays eery young girl has a smartphone. So the games change. Nowadays another girl is stealing her phone and this one runs afetr her to catch her and get back her phone. I'm wondering when my unborn children will have children what will they run after. I figure out illusions. They'll just create some illusions, let them run free, like baloons, and the other one will try get them..

Biking in Amsterdam

2011-03-27T00:54:00.003+01:00

The most beautiful thing about biking in Amsterdam is when you get on top of the bridge over the canal. That's because I'm biking hard to get to the top of the bridge and then I get there! I not only get there, but I hold my bike still for 2 seconds. These 2 seconds are like Amelie, like any other slow motion scene in a film, where you just hold it. Like the the camera is turning around you, you're on top of the world, you're not breathing, but everything around is moving. Especially at night when the canals are lightened so beautifully it's a bless! I just love getting on top of a bridge. I know I'm going to have at least 2 seconds of pure simple bliss. And then I go down the hill again, to my destination.

Agatata

2011-03-27T00:53:00.001+01:00

Cui ati mai vazut sa i se agate umbrela intr-un trandafir? Merg normal pe strada si mi se baga umbrela in trandafir de parca ar fi fost un tot unitar. Trag, trag, dupa vreo 2 min reusesc sa-mi scot umbrela. Am pus-o pe seama berilor de ieri, dar oricum, surprinzator intr-o dimineata devreme.....

Empty

2011-03-27T00:51:00.000+01:00

My head feels empty. There's nothing in it. There's only a tiny little dark grey cloud swimming around. This is the effect of having one (1) bottle of wine and waking up the next day to go to work.

Afara vantul batea

2011-03-01T00:07:00.002+01:00

Va jur! N-ati vazut voi vant ca in Olanda!! Sa te ia pe sus, nu altceva. Da nu la figurat, ci la propriu. Sa te pui pe bicicleta, sa mergi un pic si sa te impinga vantu inapoi. Apoi dilema - eu unde mergeam?!

Si zici ok - am ajuns la birou. E safe. Frate si-ti bate vantu in cladirea de 11 etaje pe structura flexibila si-ti joaca cifrele si literele-n fatza. Da e-am baut, ma, nene?! si te uiti la colegii tai care-s linistit dizzy - ciudat sa fii high cu colegii si sefu.

Si iesi afara si iar te ia pe sus, ai uitat ca ai avut vreodata freza. Ai uitat ca ai fost vreodata femeie. Iti curg lacrimi fara durere si fara oprire. Nu poti sa apari in public in halul asta.

Te duci si te culci.

Te trezesti, scoti capul pe fereastra. O zi cu soare, fara vant. YAY!

Intr-o zi

2011-03-01T00:03:00.001+01:00

Azi m-am simtit ca si cum aveam 100 de ani si duceam toata greutatea pamantului in carca, iar apoi m-am culcat

what have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - VI

2011-02-28T23:44:00.006+01:00

Where I have partied at:

§ New Year @ Westergasfabriek where we got way too many coins, spoke to too many people and forgot our friend sleeping on the loo
§ Some strangely named restaurant with the parents of Sailorboy out of which only the name “Bamba” remained in my head
§ Home, having a charade game with my friends where the toughest word to mime was the book “Ulyses” and where we had a winner to go to the cinema, chapeau!
§ My Russian friend, where I’ve eaten raw haring (again - not in a Dutch house!) for the first time and didn’t throw up as the alcohol was pumping in our hearts and evaporating in our speech
§ Some place that I cannot remember the name, to celebrate my new job and say good-bye to my old colleagues at the other company, where one of them forgot his iPhone (luckily for him it had a password for/against the children)
§ Film Museum Café in Vondelpark with two girlfriends where we talked about our entire lives
§ Sushibar at a date with my boyfriend
§ Magere Brug to say good-bye to dear friends who moved to India
§ Home for the celebration of my newly-acquired title, leaving us dancing Jordan music with belly-dancing, Balkan shake-arounds, Shakira, salsa and Indian Bollywood moves
§ A strange Spanish restaurant in the Jordaan with Sailorboy and Nordstorm, where all they cared about was when we’re going to order wine – we didn’t! – and the waitresses were bending over the table, over your food in order to talk to you (nice breasts though), such bad habits and acoustics.
§ Across The Hague University with my friend the JoDiva and had good laughs, gossiped and analyzed men behavior, as we always do
§ Some Mediterranean cuisine restaurant along the water in Utrecht with Sailorboy
§ At a fancy restaurant in Abcoude with the extended family of Sailorboy to celebrate 2 birthdays and a lot of memories – gezellig!
§ PhD graduation party at a Lebanese restaurant with a huge crowd, good food and chill-out water pipe
§ My boyfriend’s best friend and at the time newly-acquired-girlfriend, whom every one was so curious about
§ The Czech bar to drink away some lost bets and talk away work and nationalities in a cocktail of thoughts
§ Zaandvoort beach to lay in the sun and gossip the people around, talk non-sense and wait for the sun to set
§ At a non-party resistance @ home, watched the football final, scared that The Netherlands will lose.. Spanish bastards!
§ Luxembourg for a drink with friends and Burgermeester for fresh cow (holy shit for some)
§ Had drunk friends on and over the floor, then went to Circus Rez (for real!) – it was circ
us all the way!! Biking there was already a show, falling friends, crying friends, laughing friends, masters of equilibristic, show and hope
§ After a night of watching football in the Hague with my uncle, got back to Amsterdam, had some drinks @ Grasshopper with the JoDiva and the LittleTrulyAsian, then headed for the Cuba cocktail time, where the Latina JewelryFish joined. We all decided we don’t have the same taste in men. Then lost a few, gained some others while chatting to the Dam owner of a pub. BollywoodDiva and Polko made me have some more drinks and nice times before hitting the sack after 2 days of not seeing my house in sight
§ ADE @ Trouw for a huge cracking and sweaty party with da girlz! Going out with girls for a good shake rulz!! And the music was brilliant!
§ Wilhemina Dok to celebrate 2 years with Sailorboy – you wouldn’t think so,we look so young lol
§ Dinner at home with Sailorboy, his friend, the Aussie (after Aussieboy left his Aussie-flagged underwear in the bathroom as display of friendship amongst nations), BollywoodDiva and Latina JewelryFish
§ Suzy Wong & Jimmy Woo to end up at Bourbon Street – what a night! And a more than 10 people’s crowd and more than 50% friends.. that doesn’t happen every day, no!
§ Home for my B-day Party the 20s theme and had huge fun! I’m definitely not mentioning the Brusselina landing on the plates for the pleasure of a hungry Spanish man. The Jamaican rum punch was lekker and the money confetti was an asset for which breasts and asses were shaken: Shakira-Shakira!

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - V

2011-02-28T23:11:00.007+01:00

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

§ Meeting of the people living in my building where we boringly discussed for hours about the building budget, paining the building and if to have a common terrace on the roof or not – all those life-decisive moments. However, it turned out that the terrace would have been twice as expensive as 2 weeks holiday in Spain (per year per person), so it was a no-go.

§ A school that teaches you motor classes, after being postponed because it was raining too hard (in the land where it always rains too hard), and they discovered I’m too small to fit any of their bikes (after having posted on their site that they have motorbikes for women as well, no matter the size – well they haven’t seen me!)

§ The houses of 2 of my teachers (at the end of the earth, 2-3 hours ride each - just like crossing the Netherlands over) to deliver my end-paper to the door, all in the same day with working in between, successfully!

§ The oral defense of my paper

§ Gamma to buy paint and other things for the house and did almost nothing with it..

§ Been to a company barbeque to mark the end of the summer – it did rain, yes.

§ VilLaArena & Ikea to buy thing in the house and totally spoil our Sunday

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

§ Schiphol, to pick up my new Sicilian colleague who never heard a word of Dutch and needed to read English in order to understand you, like you’d come along with the subtitles at a meeting with her

§ On the back sit of the motor of my boyfriend, who was just driving around on a nice sunny day, we stopped in Alphen for a while and then got back – it’s o boring to be on the back-sit.. one day, one day, my friends, that driving license will be mine!

§ The Jam studio to practice some drums

§ Boomchicago for the first Pubquizz evening and it kind of became an addiction, ever since I was .. times with different people – in the end we became “The Smarties”

§ Some shops, then I met – funny enough – two of my elementary school former colleagues, one who lives in Amsterdam and the other in London. Most of these colleagues of mine are scrapped around the world and we still keep in touch J We started off with beer at Rembrandtplein. We went to Anne Frank house and to a nice restaurant and caught up. They insisted to go to a “bruin

cafe” – the typical Dutch café which they call brown because every one smokes in there and the mark of time leaves it darker than usually. It does have an own flavor, but we did get out in less than 50 seconds J non smokers!!

§ Burger zoo with Sailorboy’s family and sweated in the .. weather and saw fish from above and under, then had a dinner on a terrace next to our place

§ SandSultanRacer’s birthday in Uithoorn and had some Dutch family time, noticed the grandma had my dressing style and the grandpa had my sense of humour, love those people

§ Zaandam for Dam tot Dam business run and managed to cross the finish line after 6.4km of properly gasping

§ An event where 5 girls (us) were dressed in national Peruvian clothes for an art event

§ BollywoodDiva’s birthday party at Prinsengracht while the police was having a fight with the squatters just outside the door and every one needed to film this

§ Richard III at Stadsschouwburg on the amazing music of Tom Waits

§ Class on how to save people, including the Heimlich procedure, reanimating and fire fighting, I’m your office hero, yo!

§ Speech therapist and drum classes

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - IV

2011-02-28T22:14:00.001+01:00

Films I've seen:

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

§ Avatar
§ Ik omhels jou met duizend armen
§ Passie vrucht
§ The Fountain
§ Wolverine
§ Inception
§ Man vs Wild
§ Office
§ Shawshank Redemption
§ Reservoir Dogs
§ Salt
§ The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

§ Alice in Wonderland
§ Due Date
§ Fantastic Mr. Fox
§ Coffee and Cigarettes
§ New Kids Turbo
§ Happiness
§ Simon
§ Life Aquatic
§ Cida de Deus
§ Hangover
§ Punch Drunk Love
§ Le Diner de Cons
§ Toy Story 3
§ Boogie Nights
§ Taxi
§ The Fall
§ Monty Python
§ The Party
§ Wall-E
§ Soldaat van Oranje
§ Cloaca
§ Ride Hell
§ Coco
§ Night on Earth
§ Sue Little Sunshine
§ Big Fish
§ Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
§ Love Guru
§ Magnolia
§ Forest Gump
§ Estomago
§ Batman
§ How To Train Your Dragon
§ The Indestructibles
§ The World’s Fastest Indian

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - III

2011-02-28T22:01:00.005+01:00

The places I’ travelled to – and this really Made Me Happy

§ Barcelona for business, but it became a pleasure
§ Milano for business, but the food was real pleasure
§ Paris for business, where I finally saw Musee D’Orsay and a nice shopping center
§ Copenhague for business and pleasure
§ Bucharest for holidays, organized a bachelorette party remotely, seen friends, went to a wedding of my best woman; to Sulina for some days in the sun and relaxation
§ Frankfurt, for business and pleasure – did some clubbing with my mom-friend and walked the child to the playground, saw the city and watched some football games
§ Paris for a romantic holiday with Sailorboy
§ Dublin for wasted days of party and walking around the city with a headache + Mada
§ Bucharest, to party with friends and see my extended family – with a visit from my US aunt
§ Bucharest for Christmas celebrations and Busteni to be in the mountains

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - II

2011-02-28T21:54:00.001+01:00

The concerts I’ve been to:

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

§ Tin Hat @ Muziekgebouw – I kind’o liked it, but almost fell asleep, damn!
§ Thievery Corporation @ Melkweg – too many artists with too many samples
§ ARNO @ Paradiso – 2 brilliant songs, but the rest not really my thing..

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

§ Gogol Bordello @ Paradiso – gipsy punk in my jumping shaking groove shoes!!
§ Tracing Tracy @ Sju in Utrecht – jazzy friends with talent!
§ Midlake @ Bloomendal – best location for concerts ever with past-tense Indian and ballad fighting and loving times
§ Faith No More, Fun Loving Criminals, Dan le Sac, Uffie, Balkan Beat Box, a lot of reggae and some other crazy bands @ Dour festival in Belgium J
§ Kid Koala @ Melkweg – just brilliant!!
§ Underworld @ Heineken Music Hall MANIA, after which we tried to enter to Trouw, across and other venues – all closed, so took a Punjabi taxi home to have the wisdom teeth removed the next morning – a night to remember
§ Shantel @ Leffinge, Belgium – another Maniac night on Balkan grooves
§ Gipsy Bands – Kochani & Taraf de Haidouks @ Brussels, Belgium and the belly-shaking diva were absolutely charming, Unza time! With the band coming into the public and fluting our ears away, love this music!!

What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - I

2011-02-28T21:45:00.002+01:00

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

§ Stedelijk Museum – because it was more empty than artish and had a lot of empty rooms that made me laugh and wonder..
§ FOAM – the 3^rd time, because of the things I can do myself and sell them as art, but still are not

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

§ Anne Frank – because it’s sad but true
§ Kroeller Mueller – because it’s the most beautiful museum I’ve ever been to in the Netherlands, with good pieces of art, fine architecture and open-air show-offs from different times.. and it is so unexpectedly different!

Happy New Year - Once More

2010-01-17T17:04:00.006+01:00

Hey there people, friends and strangers,

2010 is here with heavy snow! So for about 2 weeks I had the impression everything's standing still. It took me about double the time - every day - to get to work, sometimes even not 30 min, but 90 min! Come on guys, move it!! Think - what would the Russians do?! ;)

Anyhow, this is how my street looks like - street's on the right, but this is the canal. Frozen and snowed on - brilliant! never seen anything like it! ;) could go ice-skating on it right now!

(joke - mom!!)

Hope your year stays magic!

Scariest Halloween ever

2009-12-16T06:52:00.009+01:00

Scariest Halloween ever happened at Sugarfactory where me and Latina FishJewelry showed up fashionably late. We just grabbed some drinks and started to party when smoke came from the stage. There were about 4 desperate widows mourning, crying and shouting for their dead.. who knows?!

Then it happened - out of the coffin came this naked young Jesus-like man. All naked, all reborn, only with a sock around his thingy and an iPhone hanging to it. It is still until this day a mysterious way of God how he managed to tie the iPhone on his thingy. And he could shake it and phone some one. I wish I had his number and called him. I bet he got the freaks!

Anyhow, besides of the major act there were some others that are not worth mentioning, compared to the skills of little iPhone Jesus there. We just enjoyed. Then we landed on another place at a bachelor party where the to-be-groom was having the Amsterdam style tequila: salt sniffed like coke, tequila deep down and lemon squeezed in your eye. Ouch! And then we danced with the men all night. Whenever they were hitting on me, I'd show them some blood on my neck. By 4 am it got really bad.. spread around my neck, stuck to my hair, all gluey and sticky and just looking like it was supposed to - horror! what a night to remember!

P.S. Another episode to remember was that I've eaten zuurvlees at a friend's place - just meat (normally horse meat) cooked slowly in vinegar with a dash of apple syrup on top - delicious! Very south Netherlands habit, I'm so integrated right now!

I'm Human, Thus I Am.

2009-12-16T06:45:00.002+01:00

Do you ever notice you're alive?!

I don't need to tell you that we're living in this world where:

- you need to work

- you've got to earn some money

- you have to pay the bills

- you will need to pay the bills on time, otherwise they're going to chase you for it (I should know it best, I worked for them!)

- you have responsibilities

- you need to deal with your responsibilities as a grown up

- buy this, consume that

- earn more to afford your life standard.

***And there comes the day! There comes one day when you're being so lazy, you're in denial with all of the above, you refuse to be a robot, to work from 9 to 6, to do your duties etc.

You're just drifting away powerless and relaxed.

That's how I spent my last weekend. I did absolutely nothing and enjoyed it!

I'm human afterall -

How Time Goes By

2009-12-14T21:36:00.002+01:00

Tuesday

Get this, my friend, I'm about to see a high rated comedy! It should be sooo funny, I'll die. I have no clue what's the name of the film I've seen, I swear to God. It's like few weeks ago and I only know it was something called.. aaahh... how to get over or how to forget samantha.. haaloway?! or something.. anyhow, it's kind of funny, but don't ask me about details, should have been good enough for you to see it.

Wednesday

What kind of cruel world are we living in?! I need to wake up at 5 or 6 :(( I hate my life! I hate you all! so I actually put my act together, with a tight-ass suit and all, then I shake it to the Centraal Station and I'm on my train. I go out in Utrecht, I ask hey, there, lady! how do I get on that side, oh, follow me! after 2 minutes she says, actually, it's better if you go back! Make up your mind, lady, waky waky!! which way? so I'm at the car of my colleague and we're going to Namur. I'll give you at least one beer if you ever heard of this place in your entire life. It's a paesani dorp village at the trou du cul of Belgium! The office in there is also called the bunker. They all smoke in there and don't see sunlight. I suppose if you'd throw a grenade in there, they wouldn't feel the difference! But anyhow, I'm having my meetings there. I brought some Dutch stroopwafels and Dutch chocolate. Bastard sexy Belgium colleague of mine asks me - do they have chocolate in the Netherlands??!! silly me, it's like bringing a Dacia to a German. Or a pizza to an Italian. Or a bull to a Spanish. Or a joint to a Dutch guy. Or some sticks to a Chinese. So wrong, but he winked at me, must be good ;)

I drag myself back to the crib and enjoy dinner. Shortly. Then me and Sailorboy are out for something bigger than us. Knalpot. Electronic music with just drums and guitar. Brilliant! and i got to see Trouw, a very cool location, old newspaper factory, nowadays a club. Though they kind of didn't change much. At all. Dance event rocks on!! or dances on?? ;)

Friday

Well hello, I think I know you Limbo friend! take a seat, a wine, a visinata and some Turkish meal. We'll have a talk about everything, nothing and more. At the crib. Good one! didn't manage to get myself out of the chair to get to the Portugese party, damn! this means ta-tar, til next time!

Saturday

OMG, I've seen the mothers of stupid movies!! I won't tell you the name, maybe I can chat with some one about it, get treatment!!

Sunday

I get a good chat to the girlies - the Latin Jewelry Fish and the Bollywood Diva. We're next to Vondelpark where a kid rides his bike right into me. He had a hat on his eyes. Stupid parents!! Good I'm nice, I could have slapped him around!! I should have, naughty boy!! when I'll be old he could as much as ride his car over me!! damn punks!! oh well anyhow, we get into all the drama and spice of single and couple life, the passion, the tension, the love, the craziness, and then we chill. Gossip time done! time to get back to my Sailorboy and hit it. We're looking for this alarm which wakes you up with natural light?! how amazing is that? I can only think of the sun coming down and shining on me! we don't get it, so we're at this resto where the cutest coolest black cat comes to purr on me! I'm so happy!!

The Real Stamppot

2009-12-14T21:24:00.003+01:00

Between some friendly visits of lady friends, one busy with Racoon and the other with putting headsets to her belly for the child to understand strategic thinking while listening to Beethoven, we went to eat the real thing.

The real Dutch food is like this: you bake meat in the oven for hours and hours or just put your juiciest sausage on top of mashed boerenkool.

Crystal clear, ain't it??!!

Until you've eaten that, you ain't Dutch.

And if you ain't Dutch, you ain't much!

So Sailorboy's mama, the Princess Cook, she just pulled it out on us and this gave like the best childhood-house-warmth feeling one could ever get!

It touched us so deep in the stomach, we needed to recover with guts! Monopoly's the game! Damn, I suck! I go out first! and the News Madonna wins the prize of the day! envy with sausage's my name!!

De 3 ori tradare

2009-12-14T21:13:00.002+01:00

Zice Mada k n-a gasit bilet la Pixies, pai hai in Hollandia, k si aici canta, da pana la urma nu m-am mai interesat de bilete si cand am facut-o si asa era prea tarziu!! deci vine un prietin si-mi flendure prin fatza un belet k are el unu-n plus k ala alalat si-nca unu nu vor sa mearga la concert cu el si numa io i-am mai ramas din prieteni care ar vrea.. astea da prioritatzi!! da na, DA!! - Tradare! sorry Mada :((

Si la concert merg io cu 4 barbatzi intre 2 varste si in multzimea inaltzimea olandeza nu vad nimic!! ba sa ma ridice careva k n-am dat bani degeaba!! si cand ma ridica, il vad!! hooaaa baga-ne-am picioarele-n ele de fantezii cu muzicantzi, daca toate se duc in directia aia!! mai precis probabil k e kel, k altfel nu-mi explic caciula sau alb sau amandoua!! si cu burta burtoaia burdiha' poate in mod sigur sa omoare pe cineva!! OMG! - tradare!!

Nu mai vreau, nu mai vreau, bine, hai s-o vad si pe mamaie de mai baga.. frate da toti sunti ofilizti asa, Pixies astia n-au vazut si ei sala?! numa-n crashma stau si beau si unii mananca la fel de mult cat beau... in fine, da ce-i cu cantecele astea de 1min maxim 2?? asa au cantat ei tot timpu sau doar la batranetze?? cred k si-au cantat toate albumele, oricum intr-un sfert de ora cantau sigur vreo 2!! si s-au carat rapid.. na la varsta lor! si n-au cantat where is my mind!! - Booo!! Tradareeeeeee!!!

One Classy Evening

2009-11-18T14:12:00.006+01:00

Sailorboy gets to celebrate his b-day again! What a lucky ass!! And they call me that!!
So he got a good-treat present and

we’re about to go to Kurhaus. Well then I can combine business with pleasure. I’ll be meeting the IT Goran for some tips on outsourcing. We land in this Mexican fiesta joint where we have a long list of options for very Mexican, very Columbian, certain amount South America, to very Dutch.. a mix of culture on a plate. That was also our conversation – fantastic mix of company talks to theories, facebook and cultural differences. Awesomes!

Then Sailorboy shows up and we’re romantically walking around with the terrible wind in our hair and sunset scenery as background. We walk by the kitchiest stores I’ve seen in the Netherlands in one place and we decide not to do bungee jumping.

Got to the venue. This looks like they’d want to shoot a film there.

I feel like I need to whisper, like at the opera. Man, I get uncomfortable in fancy places. When I think my every move should be perfect, I discover they messed up with the cutlery, so I need to use the second course knife..

disastrous! Excuse my French! The dinner is fancy and we’re acting like paesani when I take out the camera for a virtual tour. I forgot what we were talking about, I felt like I should say something important, but I know I didn’t. Instead I was enjoying looking at the old German ladies next to us, looking like they lived a good life and they’re laughing at us for being young, smiling like an alibi “I kwon what you’re doing”..

Yes, straight the pose!

Battle In Seatle

2009-11-18T13:41:00.000+01:00

I’m reading this book now – Misère de la prospérité of Pascal Bruckner. It talks about a lot of views on how we get to the richness we have today. Amongst which – that the extremes are getting worst. This means – few people are getting rich on the expense of hundreds of people getting poor. No surprise! But what I actually needed to find out was – what was the Battle of Seatle.

I got to read more on the wiki source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Trade_Organization_Ministerial_Conference_of_1999_protest_activity
It was a protest against the WTO conference in ’99 when multinationals wanted to take over a lot of national rights and other discussions could (and would) have taken place, unless 40,000 people prevented this to happen.
I saw a Hollywood-like type of film about it. But if that’s not there, people forget what happened.

Maybe this helps: http://www.realbattleinseattle.org/

Autumn Film Time

2009-11-03T17:31:00.000+01:00

Monday
Dragging myself to The Hague is reminding me a lot about the times I used to live there dragging myself to Amsterdam. But when I think it’s so much more enjoyable and don’t need to work on any more of those school projects, it’s such a relief!! Dining with the uni mates and drinking beer, catching up and making jokes on our projects. Awesomes!

Tuesday
No tv, I’m living in such a pure and clean environment. No tv, no smoke, no commercials and no asthma. Let us also be free in our minds – we saw “Milk”, check it out.

Wednesday
Kept up the good watching-films schedule with the classic “One Flew Over the Cuckoos’ Nest”, brilliant!!

Friday
Damn, I needed to destroy the good series – with a stupid “Break up” film – put it on your forbidden list!

Saturday
I continue my “Gadjo Dilo” without translations, just for the sake of a good one!

Sunday
The week is only complete after seeing a series of 10 short Dutch films. The humour, the freshness, the sensation, the unthinkable, the complicated and again, the fun of it got me in the right mood for a wonderful Sunday night with da sailorboy.

Better Than Romanian Skimmers

2009-10-06T09:58:00.001+02:00

There's a new trick to get money away from you. Check this out:

http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/09/rogue-bank-statements

and beware!!

Possibly the Best Terrace in Amsterdam

2009-09-28T13:49:00.000+02:00

I have no idea what the name of the place is. It might be Sound Garden Café. It might be something else. But I was there yesterday and Sailorboy said this is the best terrace in Amsterdam. I thought there might be others. He insisted this is the one. It’s perfect. The entrance is on Marnixstraat, so at the street, you don’t even see it. But you get through the bar to the terrace just on the water. You can look at the boats passing by, the motor riders on the street and just enjoy your huge beer. Shouldn’t this be like a try-out at all the terraces in Amsterdam, so then you can say, yeah, true – this is the best?!

Well, I might go on trying terraces, so let me know when you’re around, if the weather’s nice, we can have a go…

We've Got a Marriage Situation

2009-09-27T12:39:00.003+02:00

It's marketing.

It's marketing life, all you women need to marry and you've got to drag men into it. You've got to do it right, it's got to be perfect, it's the most important day of your life!

Men, you need to drink lots of beer, be happy when you cheer your team at a football game, have doubts about marriage and wish you have the best car ever to attract young chicks.

We had dinner the other night with a .ro friend and her .nl boyfriend. They're having serious discussions around this topic. It seems in .ro it's still so popular to get married, while in .nl it's more popular to get children and move on with your life.. cut wedding and honeymoon costs, be more efficient.. It seems like they're having an army of arguments one for the one thing and the other for the other.. I'm wondering who will win this fight?!

Discutii de job - continuare

2009-09-27T12:02:00.002+02:00

Ca de obicei - lunch cu colegii mei anormali.

Zice unu (1) - am citit un sondaj cum ca oamenii se imbata mai mult din cauza crizei, unii sunt toata ziua betzi chiar.

Io sar repede cu opinia ca pai cum, frate, daca nu-s bani - cum te-mbeti asa.. toata ziua?!

Zice 1 - ah, pai nu-ti trebuie bani!!

Ah, nu?! pe gratis am vazut mai putini betzi.. ma afirm din nou.

1 continua - dar poti sa te imbeti foarte ieftin! iei un pahar de vodka, un tampon, inmoi tamponu in ghb a.k.a date rape drug si apoi in vodka si ti-l bagi in fund. Se absoarbe superrepede si e f eficient. Cu un pahar de vodka esti rupt!! Iar mai ales aia care o sa fie dati afara beau de se fac prashtie..

Stai!! zice al doilea (2). Stai asa, ca nu inteleg. Deci ce e drogu ala?

Al treilea (3) se ofera sa explice: ghb sau date rape drug se foloseste ca un tip sa i-l puna unei tipe la o petrecere in bautura si ea isi pierde constiinta. Pe urma el purcede la actul sexual, iar a doua zi tipa nu mai stie nimic din ce a facut o seara inainte.. deci iti dai seama cand il pui n vodka si ti-l bagi in fund ce efect are!

Lui 2 nu-i vine sa creada!! zice - pai si cum? chiar nu-si aduce nimic aminte??

Da, zice 1. Are dintr-o data apetit sexual crescut, si-o trage, iar a doua zi tot ce poti sa-ti dai seama e ca ai o durere..

Da, zice 3 - o durere intre picioare, ca si cum ai fi facut sex.. si inca altceva... depinde, prin care femeia poate sa-si dea seama ce s-a intamplat.. dar nu mai stie altceva..

Io zic - pai da, stii ca daca te duci in club trebuie sa fii atent, sa tii mana deasupra paharului sau sticlei sa nu-ti toarne cineva ceva.

Zice 3, da, si daca te-ai dus sa dansezi si ti-ai lasat sticla de bere pe bar, nu mai trebuie sa bei din ea, ca nu se stie niciodata ce prafuri ti-au bagat acolo..

1 este indignat - vezi ca nu stii despre ce vorbesti?! Ghb este lichid, se toarna..

Da, bine, zic io. Asta stiu. Da drogu asta nu te costa mai mult decat alcoolul??

Zice 1 - ah, nu, deloc. Poti sa-l faci si acasa, nu e greu de facut. Numai ca nu prea stii doza exacta.. s-ar putea sa faci o dozare ushor incorecta, da oricum scopu tau e sa te faci manga, asa ca nu mai conteaza..

Ah, zic io, deci cum astia de la noi de la It stiu ca o sa fie dati afara, se apuca cu totii de tampoane cu vodka si ghb, nu??

Zice 1 - normal, daca vedem ca le atarna o sforicica, stim de ce!!

Al doilea este total shokat. Nuuu pooot sa creeed.. pleaca.

Noi radem ca de obicei de conversatia noastra inteligenta si de care e cu sforicele prin fund.. LOL

Good Ideas Come Under the Shower

2009-09-27T11:01:00.004+02:00

I was taking a shower.. then this song comes into my mind - every one is gay.. every one is gay, almost obsessively.

So I'm thinking: wait, this was a kind of a theory about every one loving himself or herself so much that you might as well be gay. I'm also true to the Freud concepts that your childhood determines your future life (except to his sexual theories, which can also be good, but were just too limited on the poor rich mans' wives who had nothing better to do than dream about sex).

But anyhow, if the two would come together then you'd say a child who loves himself too much would at a certain point see that his mate whom he plays with is the same as himself. The little girl playing along is somehow different and scary.

So he goes gay.

My theory from under the shower would be - there are no specific before-birth pre-determined genes for gay people. There are also no points in time when a person gets stoke by gayness. Every one is gay and depending on your inner ego and childhood you might discover yourself as one or get attracted by the opposite and just be considered normal.

2 Weekends and Lots of Films

2009-09-24T07:36:00.001+02:00

After the "There Will Be Blood", you only want to see "Apocalypto" - even more brutality, so then we chilled with "Citizen Kane" and I discovered where the White Stripes lyrics for "The Union Forever" come from.. arrhh! suck an idiot, never to have known this! "Stranger than Fiction" and some oher Will Farell Bush show are deadly hilarious..

I'm having a girlfriend over and talk about old stories, new stories, traveling and jobs, thn we take a walk to this brilliant coffeshop = the one you buy coffee from!! I've seen a new small espresso machine, just looks genius and spreads out espresso.. I've been trying to find some pictures, but I guess it's not that famous.. oh well, maybe in few years..

Next day we're getting sailorboy's family over - they get convinced about the I've-had-too-much-to-eat power of .ro food, we enjoy our talks and brother G. getting crazy on A'dam Klezmer Band, so we're careful about bringing Balkan Beat Box on the stereo..

After more monopolistic stories with IT-guru and his Dr.FeelGood girlfriend, we come to the horse-penis medical instrument story and other anal consultations - just disgusting enough to put on a table during/after dinner. Ask me on private and if I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you all about it ;)

Remember how much I like the circular stories? It comes back to Balkan Beat Box which the RacecarSultan has put as background on his and Sailorboy's Dakar film - looking good! and after beer, wine and the more traditional vishinata and palinca we start grooving on the beats.. next morning all we can do is chill with orange juice and good coffee.

Murphy’s Law

2009-09-24T07:35:00.001+02:00

If you’re trying to open a wine bottle, the phone will ring at the moment you’ll be trying to use the corkscrew.

Attempt 1 – I go to the kitchen, take the wine bottle, try to find the corkscrew, my phone rings. I talk to my mother.

Attempt 2 – I take the corkscrew, try to open the wine bottle, my phone rings. It’s some one doing a survey on closing time of the terraces in the Jordaan. I talk to the survey guy.

Attempt 3 – I take the corkscrew again. My thirst grows proportionally to the number of phone calls I need to take in my attempt to open the wine. I try to open the bottle, my phone rings. It’s a sort of a friend.

Attempt 4 – I say to myself, this time I’m not picking up no damn phone! I successfully open the wine bottle. The wine tastes even better now.

Sfatul zilei

2009-09-24T07:33:00.000+02:00

Sa nu beti vin prost, ca va doare capul ziua urmatoare!!

Fringe in Amsterdam

2009-09-24T07:21:00.002+02:00

Mada, na ca e si aici!!

Tot mi-am dorit sa merg cu Mada la Fringe in Scotia... da l-au adus la Amsterdam.. bine e altfel decat cum mi-am imaginat io. Credeam ca e gen un festival unde platesti intrarea gen o data si te plimbi de la locatie la locatie sa vezi spectacole.. pai nu - asta e ca te duci la diverse teatre si locatii, da platesti la fiecare show...

In fine, din tot festivalul, am sjuns si noi la Blue Shade, o piesa despre un mafiot care se uita la eality show-uri de la tv, un fel de Oprah. Si el are o nevasta care i-a facut un copil negru cu stripperu de la petrecerea ei de dinaintea nuntii. Si e cam pampalau mafiotu asta si are probleme cu aialalti, da vede la tv cum s-a descoperit un drog care iti pune in ordine viata si te face fericit... asta e plotu si piesa e actuala, iar mie mi-a placut foarte tare..

Data viitoare cred k merg cu Mada in Scotia :)

The Swine Flu and The Sleep

2009-09-24T07:15:00.002+02:00

I wake up one Monday morning with bad symptoms. I might even call in sick. I do that and get an e-mail as in beware of the Swine flu. Yes, I do! Next day, being able to stand, even walk, I go to the office. I'm immediately sent home with the verdict - you might have the swine flu. I'm feeling bad at the minute. It really gets worse by the time I get home. I sleep for about 4 hours in a perfect coma. My doctor says it can be anything - normal flu, swine flu, season's flu. I never really trusted these doctors! They don't even want me around.. I feel like some leper contagious outcast. No one wants to see me, talk to me, be around me. Only sailorboy, but he's also got some kind of a flu. I stay home the entire week and sleep between 14 and 16 hours per day. These must be the sleepiest days of my life!!

I'm fine!!

Week 35

2009-09-23T23:01:00.004+02:00

Tuesday

We're going to do it! we're actually going to have a reunion at the uni with the class. I'm wondering how many people will continue to come at these meetings and how many really give a damn. I'm thinking to myself - who's really there for the fun ad who just wants to network? but that's irrelevant compared to our thoughts of outsourcing our dissertation to 10 Indian students who will work it out for us and all we'll have to do is streamline them and get the results.. the laughs, the restlessness! we're still in an after-holiday mood.. no one can think properly, that's why our supervisors get funny names, as well as our papers. Oh well, enough fun done, we move on for the day.

Wednesday

We get a delicious dinner at the RacecarSultan's place. He's having it all prepared for us. Wit a good talk on perspectives and odds, we're getting there. At the end we listen to Andre Hazes and drink some palinca.. sounds like a weird combination.. RacecarSultan goes out to buy cigarets which makes him drive us to the bus stop. So perfect curves.. he makes the car jump right on the right way, this is fantastic!! I'm already fancying that off-road in Romania..

Friday

It seems I get the opportunity to have a .ro dinner at my colleague's place. Bucuresteanca mea gasteste ca la carte. Se apuca paa si sa faca tapenada in casa.. wow! si in rest, casa ei din Utract e foarte dragutza. Primesc o cina excelenta, ma uit la pozele lor di nPeru, foarte frumoase.. si dupa care ma duc la gara.. sunt impresionata - asa oameni mai rar!!

Saturday

I get to see my Latino diva again. She's such a wonderful person and we really have good times together.. she's supposed to come at 4 or smth and in the meanwhile it gets 7. I should be getting used to this. I didn't know though the Latino watch is worse than the African... oh well, it differs.. only Ada can break records.. After dinner and wine we go south. We meet the Sailorboy and his gang. Every one's amazingly enough drinking cola, it seems it's the effect of Ozzy football with only men drinking beer the entire afternoon. We then get some real drinks, chat and think of how we can extend our fun. It gets Latino, but they party late, as we know it.. so we're waiting and waiting till we're too tired to party any more. We retire to sleep.

Sunday

Inglorious bastards is really a cool film! every one should at least see it. My evening was terrible due to ingloriously trying to bike next to sailorboy and not 5m behind, it just goes wrong and I leave my bike behind hoping for some better nights.. oh well, you cannot have it all!

At the Beach

2009-09-23T22:50:00.002+02:00

I believe this is the most sunny wonderful day of end of August.. this must mean something! This cannot just be! So we're going to take advantage of it! definitely!! had some jogging done, very proactive attitude I might say.. then hit it off to the beach. I read some Remco Campert to my Sailorboy till the time the RacecarSultan was there.

Had some fresh beers, laid in the sun, had some good talks, had some more beers and as you know it - time flies when you're having fun! sun was down in a minute. We grabbed a bite at the Mango where the mojito's were real mojito's. And took the train back talking about the people in the caravan just across the train station in Zaandfort. Such a un-nice place to live. I can bearly think of a worst one..

Now I'm really tanned!!

Excuse my Finnish

2009-09-23T22:44:00.000+02:00

Ashea, iar din seria – iubitorii limbilor straine – astazi finlandeza. Am descoperit ce remindere trimit ei pe collections, voi mentiona titlurile:

- Reminderul 1: MUISTUTUS (gen bee m…, da-mi banii!)

- Reminderul 2 - TOINEN MUISTUTUS (gen foarte nashpa din partea ta!) si

- Reminderul 3 - KOLMAS MUISTUTUS MAKSAMATTA OLEVISTA VAKUUTUSMAKSUISTA (gen acum ai dat de dreacuuu!!) LOL

p.s. – nu stiu dak doar pt mine e asa hilar sau kiar e distractiv.. daca nu, excuse my Finnish!

On the road – Biking!! (2nd series)

2009-09-23T22:22:00.006+02:00

I'm new with this biking thing.. some people have done it for all their life.. as a matter of fact they cannot even imagine it how it is not to have a bike. No to jump on a bike (in the morning) and get to your job, uni, musical, date, concert, circus, pub, whatever! They've been biking for as long as they can remember.

Now as I'm new to this, I take pleasure in doing it. I like the wind in my hair, the fantastic moves I make, the motion, the street, the people, the kids in front and back.. I still cannot imagine it how people talk on the phone, hold children still, a umbrella and groceries. I still think they must be some sort of spider-men and women to be able to do so.

But anyhow, Salilorboy's teaching me tricks and making me practice. In this direction, we bikes to Haarlem. I don't even know how many kilometers there are up to there. Something between 15 and 30. We anyhow took one long and one short route, so we might as well had done around 40-50km, that's not something you'd do every day. At the same time, I felt good, no shade of exhaust.

I guess my going off to work by bike every day paid off. In our way there we encountered the most peculiar garden I've ever seen. Besides the tractors or used instruments and devices planted artishly around the garden, there were real animals, including a lama or two.. very strange indeed. Do you just import them from Peru?!

Well anyhow, we got there, sat at a terrace... it was fabulous weather out there!! did some walking around. We surprisingly saw that there was a jazz festival we didn't know about,

but also decided not to stay there, 'cause it'd take us to long to get home afterwards.. we biked back after a relaxing time to an even more lazy time at home.. watching a film, doing nothing.. just perfect!!

Expirat

2009-09-23T22:18:00.002+02:00

V-am spus ca am mancat multe lucruri expirate la viata mea?! Iaurt, oua, bomboane, paine, salata, cascaval, salam, cred ca de fapt tot cam ce se poate manca, io am mancat si expirat. Da gen expirat de cateva zile si nemucegait. Ok, recunosc, am mancat si pesto expirat dupa ce am inlaturat mucegaiala. Da asta din economie J da am auzit de la o buna prietena ca prietenul ei olandez mananca lucruri expirate.. iar eu i-am spus ca nu e grav, ca aia e o indicatie. Se pot strica mai inainte, si le arunci. Sau mai tarziu, atunci le mananci, gen. Asa fac si eu.. si cand imi zice – bine, Oana, dar si Nutella expirata anul trecut?! WTF?! E cineva care mananca asa ceva?! Iata ca un amic olandez.. ii dorim pe aceasta cale – Sanatate!!

Din aceeasi serie, la job mergem la automatul de dulciuri. Io imi iau un Kinder Bueno. Un coleg isi ia o prajiturica. Se uita pe ambalaj – zice – frate, asta e expirata, de 4 zile!! La care o colega zice – eh na?! Baga banii in automat si isi ia acelasi lucru(!!). Zice, da ma, si a mea chiar e expirata, tot acum 4 zile. Amandoi purced la ingurgitarea prajituricii. Expirata! Fata zice – bai, da e cam uscata.. deh, fata, ce te astepti de la o amarata prajitura expirata?!

Episodul bicla

2009-09-23T22:16:00.000+02:00

Wwwwvvvrrraaaa!!! Shi Oana taie Surinameplein cu toate stopurile pe roshu! Eat dust! Io s mai rapida ca stopu!

Merg in fiecare zi cu bicileta la serviciu – 7,5km. Si e foarte tare! Cred ca am inceput sa fiu Amsterdameza.. maine se va fi facut o saptamana de cand tot merg cu bicicleta.. La inceput ma panicam la fiecare intersectie, acum sunt in stare sa traversez in mare viteza, cateodata stau si la stop. Unde e aglomerat. E si asta un sport, da e si asa frumos sa mergi cu bicicleta prin Amsterdam cu o vreme asa buna! Soare si caldutz.. banuiesc ca nu o sa mai dureze mult, dar inca se poate, asa ca let’d do it! ;)

One Week of Hosting

2009-09-23T21:38:00.003+02:00

Just got back from the trip, so need to see friends and family, me and sailorboy we'd be playing hosting all week long.

So it starts with a traditional .ro meal and my infamous uncle coming up here. He's so crazy about the boats he can see from the window. I suppose he'd watch them all day long.

Then the Latino jewelfish is around. We have such a good laugh about all the trabajo gossips, friends, papi chulos, jobs and all other hot topics around.. we finnish the fiesta with fine wine. Hasta al luego, seniorita bonita!

Next's delight with sailorboy's music. I love it when he plays guitar and I have some other

things to do and then I pause, 'cause his music is too good.. and then it goes on.. this defines quality in time.

Leave from work with the WorldtravellingPolka and bike to the YumYum resto. We take a

longer route to her apart. Gee, I remember some lights on the street and crazy sounds, it almost seems like a dream, so long ago.. well, we move on to the road and we need to do a lot of talking, just perfect girl talk. I'd be making jokes from time to time while on the roller-coaster of the street too close to the water. Damn, I still have the water-phobia!!

Carry on, meet Sailorboy and RacecarSultan just in front of Yummy place, nothing to retrieve. We proceed to the Ethiopian venue. It's nice and warm, so terrace facilities will be used. We're all eating from a big pancake-plated mixed menu and share long-

gone stories. Like motor-and car-trips, love stories and insane people, masturbators and parks, Asia and Eastern Europe and it strikes me to hear that the exam to join the medical uni is based on lottery.

Rather than that, drinking's done till no one's there to bring us another glass. We move on to our house, accompanied by bikes and good spirit. We're having some palinca with a taste of .ro salami just in case hunger strikes. We're telling stories that have never been told and enjoy

some wine and beer. The party splits when the night's young, we'll meet each other again, my brain-muscled animalito's!

Next's the Cappucinobeauty with her parents along. It seems she's a superstar, a music prodigy, so Sailorboy needs to take a pic of her next to the guitars. Some day she'll be a prodigy music star. We're catching up and looking forward to a longer time together..

I'm so much into circularities. It begins with family, it ends with family. That's how the week ended - with Sailorboy's father dropping by and looking forward to .ro stories of life and culture, I guess some of us still need to practice.

Lekker Roemenie

2009-09-22T07:28:00.016+02:00

Day 1

We get ourselves at Schiphol, we have too much cash on us, damn the .ro currency!

Can’t wait for the brilliant Eurozone! Get scared on the plane when some drunkard of a pilot announces the route and all. Sailorboy gets panicked at his foreign language capabilities, me at his Romanian with a taste of vodka. I pray. We land precisely on time. Gee!! The only time the plane’s on time, my parents are late with their pick-up. No wonder they’re late. The traffic’s a mess!! Such a nightmare!! Well, when in Rome.. luckily we get home, I see my big-fur cat and we have good .ro food and drinks. We drag ourselves to sleep.

Day 2

Enthusiastically launched into an exploration of the 2nd biggest building in the world – the House of People. This thing is humongous! Only sailorboy gets to see it, I’m banned to solve issues bank- and uni diploma-related. Bank’s are in the system. Issue solved. Another Kafka scenes rolls under my eyes when I figure it out that at my former uni they only work between 11.00 and 2.30. Lazy bastards! I re-visit them at the appropriate hours and get to stand in a line for more than one hour. I silently congratulate myself for my choice of moving to a different country.

We’re lunching with the extended family, grandma and grandpa. Grandpa manages to talk about grapes and weather with Sailorboy just by using hand-language. Pretty cool! We hit it off to La Motoare – the place to be! It’s a real gather-up with Gigi, Geamy, Kiki, Simona, Ioana, Adriana, Raluca, Corina, Maria, Vico, Boris. Later we move on to the creepy Cafenea, where we’re not allowed to sit outside on the terrace, we only can be given a drink if we’re in. Inside it’s a public sauna. Delia, a mother to be, her man, Razvan, another mother Alice and Edi join us. We keep up the good short stories and I’m happy to see all. Till our next gather up, ta-tar!!

Day 3

My agenda definitely includes Vulcanii Noroiosi, a.k.a. the Muddy Volcano’s.

The desire to climb up on a mountain is crawling up in the back of my head.

Sailorboy discovered the plopping concept. He’s just playing the

bubblegum and then breaking sound as a plop for a good illustration of the volcanos. We’re just picturing it, stopping at a dam to admire the view then getting to the real thing. It’s indeed a plopping feeling. Next to that, it’s always good to see the Mars-like scene. I play a new-born coming out of Mother Earth.

We hit it off to Sinaia, the mountain touristy resort where lately bears have been coming up from the mountains.. I suppose the bears discovered the economic principles of scarcity in the woods, as well as “no lunch for free”. Now they need to attack city and village population to convince people to get food placed in the forests. Damn economic bears!!

Day 4
We’re having museum/castle visits on our travel agenda. We get some ridiculous shoes for the Pelisor visit. We get in and come to some long-forgotten places of kings and queens in .ro.

Later on we get to see the Peles, castle which value’s estimated of weight in gold.

That should be pretty cool. I’m wondering what’s my value?!Had dinner at the Serbian place where too much food invaded my plate. Needed to taste my father’s food, so he’d take something from my plate. So overwhelming!

Day 5
Woke up early in the morning to go see the Dracula’s castle. They made some sort of medieval castle out of it, so only the fame and glory stays. I took the most popular photo’s whom every one who visited must have took. I’m so ordinary!

We carry on our road trip to Brasov. We get a magazine to choose from, we’ll be staying at Samurai. The owner looks like he’s going to split us in two with a sword, but he’s too kind. He speaks the slow language of the west .ro, he couldn’t be more funny.We’re advised to check out the Coliba Haiducilor at the Poiana Brasov.

We get very traditional food and music. Together with that, a rip-off bill to pay. No mood for fights with waiters, we leave.We take a tour of the big square, have some cold drinks and enjoy the evening – chill-out time.

Day 6

In our quest to see more Dracula places (we are in Dracula’s land, so we need blood), we get to the man’s house in Sighisoara. I really enjoy the medieval city and revival style. We step in the house which is now a restaurant and we have some Transilvanian food. Soup in bread included.

Funky bite!

We stuck around enough for one day, we needed to move on. We

expected Medias to be something of a city, we could only pee there, so we’ve named it PeeCity.

In desparate need to sleep somewhere, we asked at a hotel in Alba Iulia.

Man, what do you think this is?! Paris?! Watch it out for ridiculous prices while you’re out there!! The bastards would try anything!! We got in a park where oddly enough you could use internet for free. We tried to connect the minicomputer, failed and asked some guy with a computer what the trick is. Poor park guy couldn’t figure it out, so gave us a number of a hotel.

We got in there, we finally got air conditioning. It’s a God-given gift at 39 degrees..At the valuable indications of the hotel personnel, we could walk for 20 minutes to the old centre. After no less than one freaking hour and a half, we got there.

After walking in spooky neighbourhoods where I was really watching my bag and asking people if it’s a long way till there. They diplomatically and politely offered to show the direction, without precise information of the hour it would take us to get there.

Damn stupid hotel personnel!!We made it to the old city center. Apparently the pride of the city is a music fountain where half the city walks around, even at 10 in the evening. The massive ancient city walls are impressive. They amazingly made it so long. They even had some parade guard watching, I suppose it’s for the fun of it. Otherwise the huge cathedral had no guards whatsoever. I’ve never been alone in a church at 10 in the evening. Most of the time you cannot get in there that late.

I felt scared, good thing Sailorboy was there. Felt quite unique.

Day 7

Driving to Deva we decide there’s too much to walk to the castle, we were going to see the one in Hunedoara anyhow. The Corvins castle looked like an old fortress, but had some Dutch caravans around. Sailorboy discovered the hyper Dutch complaining to his

pregnant wife and regretfully and unrecognizably shut up. At the entrance I bump into this guy I’ve known for ages. We used to do a lot of partying.. Wtf?! What are the odds?! Castle looks nice for what it’s meant for. No glamour, except for the ladies working at its restoration. Only women at work! What’s that of a crazy club?!

Sailorboy drives on to some amazing racing routes backed up by fabulous scenery. We’re up to

Paltinis, next to Sibiu. We get no gps signal at the moment and get on some muddy side road, I get down in the paddles to ask how the road is going, and we proceed to Paltinis. We’ll have

some quiet relaxing time in here.

Day 8

My wish comes true – we climb up the mountain. We do an easy tour, as it’s a rainy weather. We have dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, there’s not much happening there. Even the waiter’s so old his feet hurt.. he seems he’s been on them for ages. He’s

tempting sailorboy with palinca and I have the usual beer of the

mountains, Ursus. We’re getting more .ro food and chill.

Day 9

We travel the same wonderful route on the steep curves to

Sinaia, we have a pick-up for my mom and dad, who were just enjoying their own private time in there since we left Sinaia. My dad drives to Buchi and we have dinner by the park. We’re on some covered-up terrace, but by the time we’re in the middle of our delicious dinner, a storm stops by. It’s so ravaging that in 5 minutes it manages to wet half of the terrace territory and all guests need to retreat inside. We continue eating, till Gigi calls. It seems half the Bucharest’s underwater. My father gets to the car and faces water till his knees, he brings the car to the door of the restaurant and for 20meters distance, Sailorboy gets shower wet. Ridiculous!

We need to get from our car to Gigi’s by letting them park next to each other. We had a set-up meeting, so we could get to see Gigi’s new house. Great place, I also need that kind of a kitchen! I suppose I need to earn it first.. I’ll do my homework on Cooking princess. We part with promises to see each other in the Netherlands again – soon, hopefully!

Day 10

Spent the morning at Sorina’s new hairstyling place. Got a good hairdo. Then hit off to the Green Hours, such a pleasant place to be at. Especially with Aida.

She’s telling me stories I somehow know and we catch up with our lives. I think this is the most one-to-one I’ve had so far in this trip.. but I don’t get many chances, what can I say.. I love you all!! Sailorboy joins us after unsuccessful attempts to see some museums in Bucharest and walking for half the day. Aida drives us to granma and grandpa where we say hello-good-by and talk about all we’ve done. We have a night out in Club A. My usual Club A friends are there – Alina, Andra and the gang! Geamy, Kiki, Alex and Maria on top. Sailorboy scores some extra points on social skills, niceness and rhythm. (can't believe I have no pics of that!!)

Day 11

We’re definitely not leaving the country till we see Cerna, the countryside. So we’re again the happy family on board. Damn we must have spent half of our days in the car starting day 2!! Oh well, all for a good cause!! My grandma’s so happy to see us, my uncle as well.He’s so happy he needs to prove he’s magnetism with all cutlery and remote control. I can also do this with one spoon – are we freaky or?! Sailorboy gets his first taste of goose heart – what do you mean you haven’t had that before?! I had a lot of brains in my good times! – It’s always such a pleasure to say that – I mean brains as food..

Day 12

We have the final generous breakfast in Buchi. Man we got so much food all the way.. drinks and food.. we’ll need to get ourselves on some diet when we get back. We’re happy to have a modest dinner at our place in Amsterdam. This was definitely a good one! Sailorboy’s

convinced we need to get back for some KTM motor off-road. I hope I was convincing enough with his friend, the RacecarSultan who agreed we’re going to see it all from an off-road jeep through the woods. That should be fun!!

What Women Want

2009-09-22T07:05:00.009+02:00

Every woman wants presents. Nice things, funny things, rich things, flowers, gifts, a car, tickets to the theatre, a book, diamonds. It's all about the "getting" and the "things".

Here's a brilliant idea I found in the Red Light District. I'm not sure you're aware of it, but some of the old places for the hookers have been transformed in art galleries. Well one of this place is turned into this:

In The Netherlands you can "take food out of a wall" which means you want a burger, you put some coins in, you get it out. Just like any other vending machine. The one for food looks like the picture on the left. But actually the concept is, instead of burgers, you can put rings or jewelry in. Look on the right side picture: "be nice to a girl, buy her a ring". Just brilliant!

Nijntje

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11:30 – Zeker en vast I’ll tell you where Albert Heijn is, woman of the Flemish people. And I’ll go on trying to find something suitable for a present for mom.

12:15 – Unsuccessfully I return home just to think of a coffee and move on to the next stop – Utrecht, for the meeting with Fronkie.

13:15 – I get on the train to Utrecht and 2 mermaids step in. One is wearing a pink t-shirt with light pink shorts and again pink panties. It looks not yet like a pinkish blur, so she puts on a light pink wig. The other wears the same, but in blue and black to match her eyes. They ask me if I’m also going to the festival. Which festival?! I ask. This answers their question. They keep on arranging their purses – one has a big wine bottle that she needs to cover in her own clothes so you wouldn’t notice it’s a bottle. The other has a 10cm purse which can basically only hold her vodka bottle and maybe some squeezed in coins. She says – don’t you think this vodka bottle is too little?! I think - Well, then you’d need a different purse, sister!

13:35 – Happy sisters put back all bottles and make-up in their purses, I go off the train. After missing some exits, I return to the main screen in the Central station, Utrecht. I meet Fronkie.

14:00 – We’re walking around in Utrecht. We get a look at 2 churches. It’s the day when all churches are open – you can check them out. I think a perfect day for grandma to visit, too bad she’s not here. We walk further.

14:30 – We’re here: Nijntje Museum!! You can call the little genius rabbit Miffy in English. It has loads of translations in almost all languages of the world and every one recognizes the shapes of Nijntje. We used to play games from Nijntje site when working at HP – het wordt lachen!

15:00 – I get to draw my own Nijntje after running up the stairs of Nijntje’s house. Then I get down with an elevator where you need to keep the button pressed to go down. If you take your finger away, it stops! This is soo cool! I want a house with this elevator!

15:15 – We get to the Nijntje shop. Adrenaline rising – I get to buy my own Nijntje t-shirt. This is fantastic! Living in a dream!

15:20 – How come Dick Bruna is so rich and he doesn’t have a Ferrari?! What kind of person is that?! Besides, he’s still working.. absurd!

15:30 – We’re done with Nijntje museum and shopping, we can still enter the central museum. Our tickets are ok for that one as well. But why?! So we go on to a record shop. I find another good looking plate for Leon, hope he likes the music..

16:00 – Fronkie asks where do I want to sit at a terrace – I say the terrace next to the canal. You don’t have that in Amsterdam – the stairs that go down so you can sit by the water. I also saw at Madurodam – The Netherlands in miniature – a guy who was pissing in the river from the exact place where we were supposed to sit at. Fronkie said it must be one of his friends.

17:30 – We get to Fronkie’s place, we listen to some oh-key old music, I try to shake the apple tree of the neighbours. No damn fruit will fall. I sorrowful sip on the apple juice. We have a look at some old pictures. Funny to see friends in the same places you were at – like Hover Dam.

19:00 – We arrive at the oriental tapas resto. The friendly mermaid at the entrance has a rip-off on the side, you can quietly admire her bra and white skin. Good lipstick though. She takes the order and some Moroccan brings some tapas. We say thank you. After a long debate on who ordered what we discover we’ve eaten some one else’s food. Almost nothing’s ours. We say – bring us another Casablanca beer and we’ll forget about it. Fronkie then tells me his experiences with Hungarian palinca involving nakedness and stories of the bike and the bench after long nights out. We have a good laugh and decide to leave the rest voor volgende keer.

22:45 – Fronkie gives me change for the bus and I say I want to go to Centraal. The driver says it’s ok, I’m going there.

RacecarSultan’s Birthday Party

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Another day, another attempt for shopping – in our preparations for Romania. Fortunately, we get the flower bulbs for some people and then something for mom. This should save the day!

Sailorboy and I get the tram to Olympiastadion and proceed to the boat. We retrieve the other guests of the RacecarSultan and himself on water swimming away. Small crowd, but very in the mood, shinny and enthusiastic. Seems like this day was made for tripping on water. Such sunny nice summer day for lovely Amsterdam. Surprising and fresh!

We’re hitting it off, first silently, then getting in some latino grove and ending up in screaming loud singing-along Andre Hazes. My mumblings try to imitate the Dutch speakers, as I lack the lyrics knowledge, but shouting along seems to be working fine!

We’re on small canals, big ones, need to take a left and a right and look ahead, traffic’s hot on water this day.. go along with the others, slow down, increase rhythm. The boating experience includes getting on the floor for avoiding a very low bridge. Serenading under bridges seems to work perfectly for acoustics.. or rather echo-sounds. Tirol yahooing included.

Anything works! Even dancing with high danger of falling. Sailorboy figured it out he needs to be in my way for falling in the water. My high heals and drinking attitude won’t help. From time to time we stop by a coffeeshop or just a bar to try the toilet. The lively people in the places looked like a scared zoo. The framework was twisted. We proceed.

The end of the ride is somewhere south. I lost track of places as soon as we get away from recognizable south. Anyhow, sounds like south! We retire on wooden benches after an attempt to ease inventory count by one fine bottle of wine. RacecarSultan just thinks it’s funny scoring one in our way to the toilet, I do magic and the bottle ends up in my bag. At the end the lost bottle returns to the righteous owners, no dismay, just laughs. I’m hyper with dance-mood increasing, where Sailorboy decides to take me home for private entertainment. We surf the city to the other side back home. My deep sleep’s followed by a 4 o’clock perfectly awake remorse shot. I toss and turn to my coma sleep.

Hola fetili - Corespondentza mea cu 3L's

2009-09-22T06:54:00.011+02:00

LC, am fost la lunch si abia acum am vazut ca solicitai ajutor la boli.. e bine si asa.. da naspa k trebuie sa justifici, ceea ce inseamna k nu ti se termina contractul amiabil..

imi pare rau de LJ, take care!! :( sorry k nu mai veniti la Amsterdam, atunci poate la toamna, in formula obisnuita LP+LJ :) sunt convinsa k nu exista varsta pt A’dam. ;)

Da si io abia astept evenimentu ;)

LP, vad k esti f activa! Mentionez k febra dak nu ai pus termometrul e posibil sa ti se para k ai de la prea multa bautura, iar frisoane ai de la oboseala. Pun pariu k erai si ieri obosita si n-ai mancat nimic toata ziua… na, se mai intampla, da te dregi cu o bericica LoL

V-am spus k am vishinata? Si palinca? Deci Leon vrea sa exerseze pt RO si bea palinca in fiecare seara – aseara a varsat un mare pahar pe fata de masa, scaun jos si pe el, frate deci candea aseara in toata casa a palinca frate, m-a luat somnu instant.. oricum eram si io cu vishinata la bord si beri si alte d-astea..deci e f distractiv la noi acasa LOL

Cam astea, pups

Ce mai trotuare, frate!!

2009-09-22T06:54:00.009+02:00

Sa ridice mana sus cine nu poate sa mearga pe tocuri in lumea civilizata! Toate femeile care traiesc in Europa de vest!! Nu a vazut picior de romanca un trotoar mai varza! E cu piatra cubica, sa-ti intre tocu mereu intre pietre.

Azi am stat vreo 3 minute: prima data, vad ca mi-a ramas tocu intre 2 pietre. Zic – eh, asta e normal! Trag, nu iese, trag din nou, vad ca incepe sa mi se desprinda flecu. Asha nu se procedeaza! Imi scot piciorul gol din pantof, mi-l pun pe trotoar. Trag tocu cu pantof dintre pietre cu mana mea. Il scutur, scutur piciorul, mi-l bag din nou in pantof. Naspa, frate!! Pai unde ajungem asa?!

Lua-mi-as masina!! Ca alta solutie nu vad..

p.s. bicla!!

Hai cu bicla

2009-09-22T06:53:00.004+02:00

V-am spus ca mai nou sunt mai rapida ca autobuzu?! Da, Mada, merg cu bicla la serviciu! Si imi place!

Zice Leon ca tre sa fii atent doar la linia de tramvai. In care am intrat o data, da am iesit cu bine. Yes!

Iar ieri doar ce-am fost mai rapida decat ploaia! Yes yes yo! :)

Manca-mi-ati pedala!!

Uni Celebration

2009-09-22T06:53:00.003+02:00

The moment we’ve all been waiting for has arrived. The moment for which we counted down, the triumph, fame and glory!! One year and a half of pain, sweat, suffering, sleepless night, much study done, sooo many projects, one huge life-sucking research, simple to complex assignments, just the right number of exams plus some extra accounting and some good presentations and group discussions. This resumes one and a half year of my life spent on my MBA and the reason for my presence in The Netherlands. Well, also that I just love this country.. but main reason was my study.

The count down was done end July and me and my colleagues started asking each other what the hell are we going to do with all that extra time?! We’re not used to having a life with lots of time to enjoy, relax, rest, think about anything and even – mind you!! – watch films!! What are our friends, families, boyfriends think of us when coming home early.. the utility and sense of purpose for ourselves decreased significantly towards the time we were done.. though the sound of celebration is so sweet!!

For the last class we haunted down our teacher to let us leave early supremely promising to have a short tiny break. I suppose he wanted to ditch us as well. Joy joy everywhere, we were able to settle at the café across the street and continue our feast. Oh, just slipped my mind, there was so much partying done.. before the class as well, had dinner, good talks, good jokes and enjoyed our pre-party. The one to follow included drinking. No glamour, just bliss.

To go along with the party fever, I jolly hopped around sailorboy and then we also went out. It’s supposed to be something, but apart from some dancing at this Latino place, all we did was wandering around in Amsterdam. Oh well, us with the Latino jewelfish and the Indian hairdiva at least had a good time!

O zi banala

2009-09-22T06:52:00.002+02:00

6:45 – Ma trezesc brusc fara sa pun ceasul – dubios.

8:20 – Imi iau umbrela ca ploua de rupe – ies afara, dupa 5 pasi, iese soarele. Huh?!

9:10 – Ajung la serviciu. Vreo 7 oameni stau in fata cladirii, ba fumeaza, ba isi beau cafeaua. Barbatul de serviciu e langa ei, prezent si da cu aspiratorul dupa ei, sa ia chishtoacele de tigara, ca ei oricum nu se duc la cos sa le arunce. That’s what I call service!!

9:23 – Colega a gasit un film cu fantoma lui Michael Jackson. Mama frate, ia uite.. pe CNN ce au vazut - fantoma. Ne adunam cu totii la computerul ei sa vedem ce se intampla..

9:39 – Colegul se uita pe geam si zice – ia uite – o cioara care a venit pe apa peste o gasca si se bat.. noi ne uitam unii la altii. Da, sunt pe apa – noi ne miram – Cioara pe apa??!! Colega trebuie sa vada – se duce la geam zice – da aia nu e cioara!! Pai da ce e? asa neagra? Colega constata: Daa.. si nici gasca de-i zici tu nu e gasca.. Pai da atunci daca nu e gasca, nu poate decat sa fie o barza..zice el, acum convins. Noi ne uitam unii la altii –cum adica?! Tu nu stii sa faci diferenta intre o gasca si o barza?! Pai tot cam la fel arata.. ne continuam lucrul.

9:40 – Piu trimite un mail ca e ingrijorat de gripa porcina si poate moare in Septembrie. Belgienii au anuntat ca o sa moara oameni in Septembrie. Deja imi imaginez cum se panicheaza ei in Belgia ca o sa moara cu totii in septembrie. What’s wrong with the Belgians?!

9:42 – Colega interaba – ei, si?! Colegul se uita pe geam – inca se mai bat..

10:38 – Un coleg exclama – Vive la patrie!! Un altul intreaba – ce-ai ma nene?! Alalalt insista - Vive la patrie!!, cand, isi da seama colegul si zice, o, da, quatorze de julliet! Da-ne-am seama cu totii ;)

God Please Let Me Be a Mars Volta Drummer!!

2009-09-22T06:49:00.002+02:00

I’ve seen a great performance of Mars Volta at Paradiso one of these nights. Some weird people the voltarists. I had the impression they were just about to the point of getting in my mind. But I let them out there with the funky ‘70s magical clothes. Really big heads, even bigger than my curly hay pot when I style in a lot of Tony & Guy volume shi’. Looked like they even had the halo’s from Jackson 5 or something.. not a normal band, definitely!! Besides, the crowd on the scene was bigger than my reunited family. I mean, they could barely fit on stage – 7 people or something?! From the top location me and sailorboy were at, I could see some belly and keyboards, maybe not 2 persons at all. However, I could really notice the rocker giving a shake to some piñatas for instruments.. wtf?! I couldn’t get that sound.. luckily he was mastering a computer, so must have had a purpose in the band.

But the drummer! He’s so brilliant! I mean, I suppose the entire band is something else.. but drum was really too good for my ears.. I could just fancy it in my mind forever.. like those old fashioned video’s where you get to see the main character in a spotlight, drumming volume off and hearing some romantic tune on the background.. I don’t remember time passing by, I can only hold it still on the sounds of the drums.. No idea when we left, I just remember telling something to sailorboy about wanting to be a drummer and he suggesting there’s a good place to train it nearby the house.

Oh God pleeeaasee let me be a Mars Volta Drummer!!

Demonstrantzi dubioshi

2009-09-21T23:44:00.003+02:00

Din capitolul dubioshenii si geamuri mari - este foarte ciudat cand te mai trezesti cu o dubioshenie in fatza casei.. o dubioshenie de demonstratie sau demonstranti care apar in randuri-randuri si trec, se duc.. mai deunazi fura niste roller-skateri, da n-am avut timp sa-i pozez.. alti dubioshi.. pur si simplu.. eh, ce voi n-ati manifestat niciodata?!

Numai dubioshenii

2009-09-21T23:41:00.004+02:00

Mergi si tu pe strada ca omu si dai de porcarii in fata ta.. mi s-a intamplat si a trebuit sa pozez arta piz*&ii.. in sensul cel mai propriu posibil, ma scuzati!!

Cata mai dubioshenia!!.. in cartierul meu..

On the road – Biking!!

2009-09-21T17:19:00.005+02:00

Another lovely afternoon. Such a wonderful time to kill on the bike. I guess it’s difficult for me to keep up with sailorboy just born on the bike, but I keep rolling out my .ro redpower. We take the boat to the north. We’re further and further from the city, but still in the center, somehow. I’m doing Peeping Tom into the people’s houses. I just love doing this! Take a look at how people decorate their houses, what they’re up to. It should be fun to be God up there observing all people – as I

imagine it. Maybe he has something else better to do, but that’s just my thought on it. Spend about three up and down, with a top of lounging next to the water. Had some good Amstel beer and spirits were lively. Enjoyed the view, my baby and the evening. Always a pleasure. Went back and thought: I could do this more often!

Mayisha

2009-09-21T15:31:00.006+02:00

While partying at the Oerol, I was trying to call Lydie all the time and found out about her giving birth… sounded like some hero about to be crucified or some circus painful act waited to be performed, all interest reached maximum when Lydie couldn’t pick up the phone. Mayisha was there, the big baby girl who made her feel a lot of pain for 7 hours was so lovely you couldn’t be happier!!

Went with sailorboy to The Hague to see the famous already

brand new family reunion. The place to be! Cool mamma Lydie welcomes us, shows me the room of Mayisha and talks about embarrassing and happy moments. Mayisha couldn’t be sweeter and lovelier!

Oerol Festival

2009-09-21T07:42:00.005+02:00

Saturday
Woke up early in the morning to get the 3 connections right at the time. Forgot my nail polish, got a promise I’d get a better one there, all were crap!, forgot my monthly public transport subscription, needed to buy bus tickets, tant pis! My fingers just felt bad! Besides that, we got the bus, we managed to catch the train and get in time to this overwhelming bus where backpacks might have at any moment landed on your head. Got down in Haarlingen all safe and had some sort of a brunch while waiting for the speed ship. Speedy there takes 1 hour, big slow mamma take 2 hours to get there. That’s TerSchelling, the 3rd Dutch Island up north. On Speedy ship I needed to read instructions more times just to figure it out that water might be cold enough to kill me, enough reading!! Upon arriving on the island, we tried to look for bikes to rent. Though a big non-welcoming sign said: NO BIKES to rent, REALLY!! We just needed to ask – that was, just as the other 6 people we saw doing the same time. Needed to take the bus again. What joy!

The camping seemed quite attractive with the big tent set up. We could only start our relaxing time. What shall we do, sailorboy?! We hit it on to the ticket camp. All people were on the bikes. The other people walking seemed idiots and doomed to their idiotness of walking for hours and hours. I was happy with walking. But soon started to sombre up at the idea of people biking around me and showing disrespect, dismay and other dis-words. It must be a 13th!!To our discontent, there were more dis-downturns of the ticketing option. All the night’s shows were sold out, so we tried to make it happen at the Shipwreck museum/bar/club next to our camping. Got tickets for other 3 shows though – Yay!

Sunday
Another day, we should be in luck! We found some bikes with the supreme promise to be able to change them when time is right and all those annoying tourists would have gone home. We got some biking done on the coast, just along the dried up water. Such a unique phenomena! The tide makes the water swollen up or the beach stay dry.. the ships on sand just look ridiculous..

So I got some other phobia and we needed to get on land again.. saw some good wind apparel though. There were all kinds of recipients or just cords lined up so they’d make magical sounds.. seemed brilliant to me!! Needed to get back to the bike shop, my ass was killing me! Fortunately, I could get a better bike, so could sailorboy! All settled! Oh, no, besides my most strange allergy!! I never get allergies!! This one was just making me sneeze and drop liquid from my eyes and nose all the time.. must have been some delayed reaction to the season.. besides that, everything was perfect. The beach and the sun and sailorboy..

We moved on to another beach, the Green beach – they call it like this cause the sand’s greenish!! Fantastic! There we saw this French band of some Balkan gipsy weirdo’s playing all including 2 saxophones at the same time!! It was insane, it was mad, it was energy jumping all around and the crowd getting high on it, the best zoo I’ve ever seen. The singer had a karaoke belt which said – lalalalalalalalalala, which he actually made us sing along. It was most entertaining. Such good karma! To end the show they got down to the public and sang and danced some more. We then had an amazing night at another huge tent with totally dementia music from the ‘60s I suppose.

Monday
Woke up feeling bliss. God bless the weather, there were such nice sunny days, with good kind wind. We did some more biking around the island. We biked till a point where we could only walk. We then did a lot of walking about to the end of the island, where due to time constraints, we couldn’t reach. Maybe some other time.. the endless beach with no one but us was amazing!! Then got to Verhaalboer, or the story peasant. A Belgian play of short stories said in your own headsets. The actors were making all the sounds, while about 8 of us were gathered around an output to which headsets were connected to. All in the middle of nowhere. And the stories were so damn funny and strange and hilarious and unexpected!! Most respectable.

Got to do some more biking, then we came to another side of the island. Checked out the War – another play with teenager actors. Their enthusiasm was such an upper. Too bad the play was not in their favour. With sailorboy dreaming away bored to hell, we decided to leave the premises.

Tuesday
We actually try to do something, it felt right not to. Did a lot of sleeping though, missed few concerts.. it just felt so right!! Got on our bikes again towards night time. We were about to see Liquid space 6.1 – some modern dance with some fantastic robot in the nearby forest. It all seemed overrated when few girls is white creepy costumes were making pregnant-women sounds, twisting and tossing on no music.. felt the immediate need to walk away. Retired to the nearby Shipwreck, our endless crush place, as the name indicates. No actually it was a real museum among others.

Wednesday
We decided to actually see that museum after brunch. We then packed our bags. Showtime. We got ourselves on the Green Beach with our huge backpacks. Well, at least sailorboy’s backpack was huge! Did some sing-along to Blof, climbed on a wall to see it all, ‘cause I couldn’t fancy us trying to get through a friendly crowd to let us in front with the mammoth backpacks. Had some last beers on the island, lounged on the grass and got ready to go. Skipped back to our lovely home. Our first holiday together, no incidents, all magical!!

In One Word: YUM!!

2009-09-18T13:33:00.000+02:00

If sailorboy’s birthday is coming up, what are you going to say?! You’re so lovely great perfect lovable wonderful… in one word: YUM!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utVMxahPm24

So then it happened: my first official dinner with no less than 4 courses. Beforehand, I had talked to mum for tips, advice and valuable recipes, then I said my payers and then I just cooked some. I was so nervous, I thought my spoon was going to drop any moment. At the end of it I got thanked for and kissed for – it must have been yum ;)

Back On My Bike

2009-09-18T13:28:00.000+02:00

Have you ever seen people biking up and down the street with moving bikes, so sporty, so fine?! Well, sailorboy needed to carry my back in his arms, drag it along for a while, then carry it. The poor bike had been sitting for 4 months in front of the house (former house), deemed to perish. Well he saved it, took it into his arms, carried it home, with having a trams’ doors close in our face. Managed to get on another tram, had it parked home in front of the new house and then worked on it to repair it. And then with brand new tires, I could ride again!! Yahoooo!!

Girl’s Day Out at the Beach

2009-09-18T12:09:00.000+02:00

It’s such a unique weather forecast – sunny hot and just perfect! For a Sunday afternoon at the beach with the girls, of course!! We’re going to be one Russian blond, one Romanian redhead and one Peruvian brunette, couldn’t be more powerpuff!! We’re getting lazy on our chaise-longues and have the normal girl talks of hairstyle, men in our lives, contraceptives, car as opposed to public transport, working permits, drinks, holidays and sunshine. Which made us want to take a dip in the water. I didn’t really want that in particular, I’m not that fond of water. I’ve had enough cold water during the communistic regime in Buchi. Well, the expectedly just arrived as any other self-fulfilled prophecy: I hated the cold water and didn’t manage to stay longer than 2 minutes in the freezer. Got back on the beach and after one more hour in the sun, we were enjoying beer at the terrace. Chilled out and fought the traffic jams back to Amsterdam. We shall meet again on the beach!

A Shopping Mall and a Round Table

2009-09-17T14:59:00.001+02:00

After walking up and down the fancy furniture shopping mall, we decided the hundreds tables we’ve seen weren’t good enough, small enough but at the same time big enough, nice colour enough, cheap enough but stylish enough to fit in. We needed a good table.

But what’s better than your friends’ table?! So we went to The Hague to visit my uncle. We had a good dinner, nice times at Romanian tv, where sailorboy found out that dolce vita means sweet cow if you say it in the same way in Romanian. Next to this, we had a good laugh at folk songs telly. That was a good one! Brilliant! We then came down to see the table-a Alberto, eh! Our gooda frienda, ze Itaaaliaan, eh!! He left behind this round nice table and chairs, so we rolled out the table to the train. We amazingly fit in with only few remarks from the other passengers and then installed it in the privacy of our own homes. This also completed our hunt for furniture in da house. Yes yes yo!!

Oh yeah, it only cost us another way to The Hague. First we made a stop in Abcoude for the lift-up car. Sailorboy confident driving the car, then took off with the chairs and I enjoyed some .ro quality time with my family.

Din categoria

2009-09-17T14:40:00.001+02:00

Din categoria adunarea idiotilor, m-am intlnit cu un fost coleg si cu actualii la hotelul de peste drum.. ne-am amintit de toate glumele proaste pe care le-am facut mai bine de juma de an si am venit cu altele si mai proaste. Ne-am adus aminte de avionul voodoo si alte intmplari cu talc si cel mai adeasea fara, am degustat cu placere o bere si ne-am intretinut ca odinioara…

Time Flies When You’re Having Fun

2009-09-16T17:53:00.000+02:00

Do you ever have such times that you don’t exactly remember what you’ve been up to?! What were you thinking then? What were you doing? What was going on in your head, in your life..

Well, I have a lot of them!! One of them was this week in May when I was having dinner at Yum Yum with delighting sailorboy. Tasted good. Then catch up with another sultan of the sunburn at ours. After some .ro palinca they needed to hit it off at some Jordaan terrace, while I was depressed finishing up some project for the uni. Life’s just not fair!!

At the end of the week got a bite of some bitterballen and beer in the center with the IT nerdies and enjoyed their out-of-earthness. They’re in a way different from the others and from themselves as well. I could always suspect one for multiple personalities as well. Got enough to make me run to my guy at home have a nice dinner and relax.

Next day the Brusselina’s are in da house. Can’t believe they brought gifts for the house! Sooo nice! They shouldn’t bring chocolate that they don’t eat, though, it only makes it worse.. got around and about the city, they got smokey downtown, met some strangers to me. We got bored in there, me and sailorboy, so hit the Schiller. The Brusselina’s showed up looking tired though energetic. Ordered some drinks and had a deja-vu. We were at the same place after New Year with friends, when a waiter spilled a glass of beer on Simona sitting next to me. I was sitting in the same place, Chicky was sitting where Simona would sit. She got a glass of beer spilled on her. This time was a German guy who fainted and just dropped there.. but the same table, same chair. This is definitely one of those “why does it always rain on me?”

Well it did. We then got on the wrong bus, needed to get off and walk through the pooring rain, damn it!! Next day we cheered ourselves up with the last day around for the Brusselina’s. Altogether with il Italiano e Colombiana, what can be more dangerous and sweet in such a combination?! So we enjoyed coffee and said good-bye, cause they’re off for Oz. We were just off for more coffee and talks. Done, enjoyed, left.. another week flies by..

One little box, two little boxes…

2009-09-10T17:04:00.001+02:00

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Sounds like baby’s moving in.. with many more boxes than I expected.. at some moment I was wondering where would it all fit in..

Good he brought some pans though, I don’t have any! I had his, now I’m having more of his.. lights, chairs, side table, this and that, guitars for the sound, more sound.. more, more!
Wow! Man, we need a new house! It definitely won’t fit in! so my sailorboy needed to move some things away to a special storing place till the time we get a bigger one ;)

Guitar is cool though...
We then realized we didn’t have anything for our books and cd’s. So we went visit the famous Ikea. On a Sunday! Fu%*&$# s((&$t!! Can you imagine the crowd! The people, the phobia, the stress, the sweat! OMG!! Killing yourself now is better! We mentally prepared for the argues we’d have, for the entire phobia’s and much more to come. Instead we were quick, I got anxious once, him once, him at the beginning, me at the end, for the rest, it was fine; we targeted our stuff and ignored the crowd. We Did Survive!! This must be the renewal of a beautiful relationship…

My Baby’s Back!!

2009-09-10T16:27:00.002+02:00

For 2 freaking months I was counting down how many days there’re left til my baby’s back. Day in day out counting down for sailorboy to come back!! There were rough times when I could only hope days will pass by quicker. I was listening to music like days go by and still I think of you, to other tracks that made me think of him… til the time I realized everything made me think of him. Every other track it was a kiss, a tiny romantic story, a fun thing about him. Him-him-him. Sailorboy everywhere! On my mind, on the streets, on my tracks, on my paper diary which I’m going to give to him, in my pictures, on my table, in my soul.

So that’s why I’m happy, that’s why it’s a release, a joy that he’s coming. I get the most mysterious call before going to the airport – like, girl, what’s the flight number?! From his sister’s boyfriend whom I met once in my life. Ok, stop laughing, get in the dreamy mood! All the dreams and hopes and illusions are going to be scattered when I’ll be able to see him in flesh and bone again.

And it was weird. I tell you, it’s no fun being away from some one so long. Despite the calls, the online dating, the emailing… it’s still weird. You’re like sitting next to a stranger for whom you have feelings. That makes it even stranger… that you can feel something for a stranger.. too strange! :)

So the family’s there, every time I need to feel some sort of embarrassment. It was there when he left, there again. I need to smile despite I’m dead worried cause the plane is 1 hour late. Every tiny minute I stare through the gates, looking at the damn door til maybe he’ll appear. And he’s finally there! He smiles, we hug and kiss, it’s the same, but different.

I had one day off to get used to him. It’s getting better.. sailorboy’s closer.
After a week, we’re getting there…

P.S. Even the cat likes sailorboy!!

Quiet weekend and Dodensherdenking

2009-09-09T16:07:00.001+02:00

Needed to catch up with my pregnant hot mamma girlfriend, so got to The Hague. We had traditional chips and delicious salad to go, more beers, waiting forward to the baby. Preparations were being done, from baby’s room to clothes, diapers bin, baby bath, toys and cradle. Everything’s in da house..

I move on to see my uncle and spend good family time together. We have some laughs and catch up, think about all the housy things done and what else to improve. Think about the future and the past, talk about politics and football, tv shows and popularity, news and job descriptions, uni and Dutch language. The night just passes by and I need to go back home next thing next day…

A friend’s visiting. I need to clean up the house a bit before Nicole thinks that’s a mess. I take care of it and prepare to entertain her. We go see the city, take some natural tours. Unhappily I need to be again in the Dam Square – the top of the tourism, the summit of the most famous and disgusting place in Amsterdam, the centre of the unknown-once, then it all revolves around it, so I made it my purpose to try to avoid the Dam Square for as long as I live in the Netherlands.

Except for one occasion. Next day – Dodensherdenking – remembrance of the dead, actually the people who died during the 2nd Word War. [after some normal saying good-bye to my friend, walking her to the bus, doing a jog in the park, and basically run to get there in time] The Queen was there, the Royal family was there, so I was finally able to see them live – from distance. The personal and other guards, nice people, even making fun, authorities, other known and unknown people. In the thousands of people covering all the grand surface of the Dam Square, there was one moment of silence. It gives you goose skin, it’s so damn impressive you didn’t feel nothing like it!! And I was there, holding my breath…

Koninginnedag

2009-09-07T17:13:00.002+02:00

Yeah, so that’s what happens when you party on Koninginnenacht – you can’t wake up on Koninginnedag, to do all those wonderful activities one’s supposed to go for. This time, I was happy I missed it! I wanted to see the queen, but at the same time some one else wanted to see her dead. So a maniac just drove into the crowd gathered to say hello to the queen. No reason whatsoever, so drugs or alcohol, the man was just temporarily insane, I guess. He managed to kill himself after damaging some other.. I was sleeping very well at that time.

Booom booom booom shake the room!! Let it be trance! Let it be salsa! Let it be disco!! The boats passing up and down the canal in front of my house are soooo damn loud! I was trying to cover it up with my sound system, but it’s too damn loud!! Well I guess it won’t hurt to try and listen some of the street/water beats..

I love crowds, people and the craziness of those days!! I love to see everything getting hectic, garbage on the streets and drunk people in orange everywhere.. so I took a longer walk around.. after 20 minutes I decided I didn’t like it anymore as much as I used to.. that crowds are annoying, that people are pissing me off when they’re touching, that I need my freedom to walk normally on the street and not need to bump into another guy after 5 more steps, that the people are too loud and crazy.. am I getting older?! Well some people never liked that, so that should be a good consolation, right?! I returned to my lovely cat-guest and spent the rest of the afternoon quietly.

Koninginnenacht

2009-09-07T16:58:00.001+02:00

Kissa stays at home like a good girl.

The Night of the Queen should be on. That’s the night/day everyone dresses up in orange and party like crazy to celebrate the birthday of the Queen of the Netherlands. The Queen is born on the 31st of January, but they all party on the 30th of April, of course. It’s like me having my birthday on the 4th of December and celebrating it on the 4th of March.. no, actually that’s the wrong logic. It’s celebrated on that date as the former Queen was born on that date; it’s an act of honour for the former Queen and it’s also warmer and people can go out and party. So I should celebrate my birthday on the 8th of November, that’s my mom’s birthday. But it’s still not warm enough. I suppose I should celebrate it on the 14th of June, that’s my dad’s birthday, that’s much better!!

Anyhow, for the first time I’m living in Amsterdam, I was about to celebrate the big night in here. I remember 2 years ago, all the trouble to get in the Netherlands on time for the big day and party Geamy’s birthday altogether!! Then one year ago, all the partying in The Hague and now it’s on in here!! It should be fantastic!! It should be so great!! What am I going to do?!

I’m supposed to meet my Peruvian girlfriend in de Jordaan. That should be easy!! I live in de Jordaan!! Well, I’m only about 30 minutes late! That’s not that bad, right?! At least I have my Holland t-shirt on! Everyone in there’s in orange… a lot of my girlfriend’s friends, but seems like no Dutch. That’s a bit ironic! Celebrate this day with foreigners! In the most Dutch neighbourhood in Amsterdam! Well, after more drinks, I figured out there was still a Dutch girl amongst us.. talked about legislation and politics, then got back to more shouting and drinking, dancing and walking on the streets. Ended up in a big line at a club, just to figure out a girl was getting sick and needed to all get out of line and help her conquer the headache. By the end of it we lost our good spots, so we needed to back-party on the street. I suppose it was the same music, but didn’t last long, so we moved down to another bar. Another friend was basically lying on the pool table, while we were pouring in some more drinks, discussing music and taste.

We broke it off after too much partying on the streets and everywhere about, looking for toilets, talking too many other languages, drinking about every possible combinations of drinks, listening to too loud music, keeping up to all rhythms and getting too loud. It was a good girls’ night at Queen night!

Kissa

2009-09-07T15:57:00.001+02:00

Kissa is such a sweetheart! She’s loving and sweet and doesn’t make a sound!
I loved to take care of it and I might want my own Kissa soon…..

Online Dating

2009-09-07T15:55:00.001+02:00

Online dating is cool!
Do it!
Do it now!
Date your boyfriend online now!
Win a date online! A trip to fantasy world!
Just get online and enjoy it!

Si da-i si lupta

2009-09-07T15:51:00.001+02:00

Si da-i si lupta cu capul propriu, ca nu l-ai folosit cand a trebuit.. si mergi si intalneste-te cu unchiul si cu dl marocanul sa-ti puna laminat. Si dl marocanul ne duce la magazinul de unde alegem laminatul, cu chiu cu vai. Sunt zburatoare-n alta lume, ma focusez cu greu, greu? Capul? Da, foarte greu.. ah, nu asta era problema.. fac cafele, acopar haine sa nu zboare praf pe ele, si pana la urma, domnul marocan cu fratele pun tot laminatul frumos in dormitor! Cata mai bucuria! Arata excelent! In sfarsit pot sa ma mut in dormitor si sa dorm in pat. Ca oamenii!!

Dar nu can u-i asa usor, dupa mai mare tarantela – montat pat cu unchiul, adica unchiul. Montat dulap, iar unchiul, io spalat si infrumusetzat, toate lucrurile frumos in dulap si habia ca mi-am tras sufletul, ca se umple casa de oaspeti – Mada cu o fata :)Stam la povesti, discutii, iar ziua urmatoare mai vine o prietena rusoiaca cu fii-sa si o pisica. Pisica mi-o lasa mie si voi avea grija de ea. In rest, cu atatea pe cap de housewife am si uitat sa ma distrez, totul e linishtit, pitoresc si prietenii lui Mada s mereu pe val. Este bine.

Eram obosita si n-am mancat nimic toata ziua..

2009-09-07T14:41:00.000+02:00

Jur! Stii ce naspa e sa bei pe stomacu gol?! Ti se urca la cap.. asa! Dintr-o data.. bei si tu cateva beri ca omu, da-i cu vodca, da-i cu bere, da-i cu jenever, da-i cu bere, da-i cu vin.. prima data in Vondelpark, pe urma in alt bar mai mare, langa pod… si din parc, iata te trezesti ca e asa o lumina frumoasa pe strada unde sta prietena ta… e cea mai frumoasa strada pe care ai vazut-o vreodata!! Asa o lumina calda, parca te invadeaza in suflet de frumusetze, si parca asa curge lumina aia, zici ca-i bere, si iar ti se face sete.. si ajungi intr-un bar de cartier, unde insisti sa-i spui prietenei tale ca vrei la toaleta, chiar in mijlocul conversativi ei cu un tanar.. da ce sa faci, daca esti obosita, nu tii cont de detalii.. iar pana la urma, desi in Amsterdam totul e aproape, te vezi nevoita sa iei un taxi, ca parca ti-e lene sa mergi. Ce bizar!! Si te trezesti usor enervata ca ce-i asa cald in casa, iar am dat caldura la maxim?! Cand soarele e-n mijlocu cerului si tu stai in pat cu plovaru, c aerai prea obosita sa te dezbraci noaptea mai mult de jumate.. si capu ala cat China, sigur nu-i al tau!! Vrei sa-l schimbi cu oricare altu, cata mai suferinta, si sa te mai duci la ora asta si dupa laminat.. cata mai ura!!

Wagamama & boys

2009-09-07T14:30:00.000+02:00

A Dutch friend of mine met me at Wagamama where we had Jap beer and talked about boys in the Netherlands. He’s a boy, am I a Wagamama?! Anyhow, seems like the Dutch women might be aggressive when tried being talked to without having a choice. That’s why they’re pushing around and about poor little Dutchy boys. The men, they’re like – I’ve had it!! No more refusals, no more attempts to be seducing!! She’ll need to crawl to me to please.. So women need to rethink their sexual games strategy. They’re now after men, hunting them down.. so unlike (the opposite) I’m used to.. I guess soon it’s going to be La culotte - a Jean Anouilh brilliant play!

Let The Work Begin!!

2009-09-07T14:17:00.001+02:00

Buying a house it’s not a big deal – the work you need to put in is!! Let me give you some piece of advice – if you have an option, buy a new house, if you don’t have an option, buy an old one which has recently been renovated, if you cannot buy that one, buy one in a disastrous state, that you can pump up and sell for more.. none of the above match my house situation. So work needed to be done.

Thursday
I already knew that the previous inhabitants of my house had put wallpaper on the walls. The next ones were painting all over it.. such idiots!! I thought, ok, so we’re going to tear all wallpaper down and then paint properly!

That’s what I thought – I discovered there’s something wrong with the walls – that is something really wrong.. it seems in some parts of – take – one wall, it would be partially wallpapered, partially not, some paint was yellow, some blue, under the final white, all unexpected, all a surprise! It seems the idiots were thinking – oh let’s take out the wallpaper and paint.. but then figured it out it’s too difficult to do so, so they just painted on what they were destroying.. such chaos! This must be a job for us.

Friday
Family reunion with Stefan. We’re taking a look at the disaster,

we plan the project and shop for paint and other wall-goodies. We’re starting on tearing down the wallpaper, we then have lots of beers, the dust is killing me!

Following weekendWe estimate a finalization of our project. We’re so wrong. Everything takes longer than expected. Tearing down wallpaper is not everything. You need to fill up what you destroyed. Special filling needs to be done, messing around with it follows. Then the thing needs to get equalized, dry and then we can start painting. This is how we’re celebrating Catholic Easter.

The weekend thereafter
Yet another weekend, yet another job! All day painting walls, finalizing tiny jobs, little successes and I’m proclaiming myself – Wall Princess.

Ask me anything, call me up in the middle of the night, I’ll fix your walls, alright!

The weekend thereafter
I’m also an artist, so I start paining a tree in the sleeping room. I’m in DreamLand… go on, fancy me!

Si voi fi avand net!!

2009-09-07T10:29:00.001+02:00

Iar dupa o luna de chin si suferinta, de citit toate mailurile la job (asta nu-i chiar asa rau..), dupa vizitat rude pentru facut proiecte la computeru lor, dupa chinuit colegi de facultate cu neraspunsul la timp si ignorare de responsabilitati ca eu oricum n-am net, a venit domnul monteur! Manca-l-ar mama, ce m-a bucurat!! Si netu merse! Si Oana fu fericita! Iar atunci am dat cu I’m back online si nu a fost real.. da acum da! ;)

The Presidents of The United States of America

2009-08-28T15:03:00.000+02:00

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..

Girls' Weekend

2009-08-26T18:11:00.001+02:00

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 ;)

Saturday
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!

Sooner or later it all comes crushing down..

2009-08-26T17:00:00.000+02:00

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

2009-08-26T16:06:00.001+02:00

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!!

Mahler la Concertgebouw

2009-08-26T16:03:00.000+02:00

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).

Chips & Champagne or The BIG Move-In

2009-08-26T15:47:00.003+02:00

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.

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!

And then - I’m in!

I Got Da Keys

2009-08-26T13:26:00.000+02:00

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….

Blijleven – part II

2009-08-24T17:54:00.000+02:00

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!

Home packing…

2009-08-24T17:41:00.000+02:00

-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!

Online dating

2009-08-24T17:38:00.000+02:00

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

2009-08-24T17:31:00.002+02:00

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.

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.

Shedinta de bloc

2009-08-21T17:50:00.001+02:00

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..

2009-08-21T17:24:00.000+02:00

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!

2 Birthdays and 2 Good-bye’s

2009-08-21T16:56:00.001+02:00

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…

Long Good Weekend in “What’s-Wrong-With-The-Belgians?”-Land in Brussels

2009-08-21T15:11:00.001+02:00

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..

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.

Brazilian Heat’s Not As Hot As Dutch Super Club

2009-08-17T16:35:00.000+02:00

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..

Step In

2009-08-17T16:09:00.000+02:00

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

2009-08-17T15:49:00.000+02:00

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!!

Blijleven – part I

2009-08-17T15:15:00.000+02:00

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?!

Disco schaatsen

2009-08-13T17:34:00.000+02:00

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..

Nici filmu bun si nici berea rece..

2009-08-13T16:17:00.000+02:00

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.