How Time Goes By

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!!

Week 35

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

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!!

A Shopping Mall and a Round Table

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.

Time Flies When You’re Having Fun

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..

Quiet weekend and Dodensherdenking

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…

Chips & Champagne or The BIG Move-In

It’s a wonderful spring morning.. the house buzz in on – my housemate’s moving out to another place. I’m moving in my new house. We’re running up and down with luggage, boxes, clothes, food, ridiculous items, like candles, pots and wipers, umbrellas and shoes. Man, it’s going to be a long day!!

Stefan and Anna just arrived. She says if you’re eating pineapple in the morning you keep fit all day.. I should be eating that more often (?!) Anna’s van is going to accommodate all the big and small boxes, luggage, clothes-full garbage bags, shopping bags, installations and my huge make-up bag. I came to the Netherlands with 1 (as in ONE) suitcase. I now seem to have 20 little suitcases and boxes altogether.. Anna was shocked, she thought it was also

other’s people things.. oh no!! so coming down the stairs begins!!

If you’ve never been in Amsterdam, you need to know that the tight space conditions have prevented the Dutch to extend much in what houses are regarded. They have tiny steep staircases which are making you dizzy, if you’re not used to it.. After one month, you could walk drunk on them, nothing happens.. Anyhow, I lived on the first floor, but the entrance was on the second floor – so I needed to take everything up the stairs. First floor to second floor, just to get it down thereafter from the second floor to the car. Man, I’m so glad I don’t live at the 4th floor!! That is, especially since I packed everything but a pair of high-heal shoes which I needed to wear eventually. Very smart, I know! My girlfriend asks – hey, Oana, do you always wear high heals when you’re moving out?! Haha-funny!

After 3 hours of carrying around things, I tell you, it’s not funny!! It’s also unbelievable the grand Chevrolett cannot have all my junk; we need to make it in two-goes! My arms hurt, my feet hurt, this is more difficult than I thought it’d be.. but hey! I have my friends and family! They’re helping me out!

We finally brought all in! we’re having a champagne celebration and chips! I realize that’s all I’ve eaten that morning, I was way too excited about everything and I had already emptied my fridge… We’re enjoying the view, talking about how the house will look like when everything’s in place and fancy about everything in there.. so far I have the kitchen equipped, a big dressing and curtains that I’ve bought from the previous owners.

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!

My Friends are in Da House

Oh well, some they leave, some they come. The house is getting bigger. Gigi’s in the house on Friday. The history of her luggage made it around the world. That is – on her flight from Bucharest to Amsterdam, Gigi had a stop in Paris. The flight company just messed around with it. The luggage travelled to some other city or place around the world, while she was waiting at the gates.. Not only her family in Romania found about it, but her colleagues in the Netherlands, friends in Kuwait, colleagues of her from Eastern Europe, Egypt, Germany and even the sailorboy in Australia. Every one was asking every day if she recovered any panties or make up or something…

So I finally pick her up at the Spui. She has a big smile on her face and she’s dragging a big luggage. Oh, then let the celebration begin!! We have a girl’s talk night, catching up on half of our lives and looking forward to more talks ;) Next day, Piu is in da house! She’s coming from Belgium and looking confused to where’s da house and Gigi proves her sense of orientation, direction and other true manly senses while wearing make-up. Oh make us proud! Walked around the city a bit, did some shopping, pretty good girl fun, again!

So then it’s got to be girl’s talk and girl’s night all the way. We celebrate a housefly Valentine’s day with no men even calling. That should be a first…we attempted a normal Saturday, so poured some Yellow Tale in our glasses, listened to Costash’s trance mix and retired late tired from all that chatting.

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.

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

Day 1, Friday - Are we leaving already? Yes, honey, just need to have my hair done… ok, we just missed a train! Good, we’ll be right on time for the other one! And we have the long walk to the Central Station. I get to see the street where all famous theatres of Amsterdam are placed (and soon will have forgotten). We get to fool around at some sex shop. And finally we arrive to the station. We take the most stinking train to Brussels. We’re there! Where are the girls?! They’re not here yet, but they also have significant different feelings for direction. How come there are more than two complicated ways to get there, just give us the address, so we managed. Had a good laugh about the same movie with two different Dutch-French commercials for the same audience. What’s wrong with the Belgians?!Finally joy to see Piu & Juli. We’re hitting it at Juli’s place where we discover we’re too tired to try to pretend we’re able to stay out, so we say pass.
Day 2, Saturday – Ring-a-ring! Juli wakes us up with a taste of her own clean clothes and love-sharing with her bunny. [we were actually cribbing at her’s given the generosity of house-sharing] Gugu bunny’s happy! Girl is happy in her new clothes. We’re still sleepy, I guess. So she gets us energized with a trip proposal – let’s go to Gent. Cool, never explored the Belgium territories. So we got out of the building, mind me, in the centre of Brussels, seen the sheep in some natural paradise just in centre on Brussels, mind me! And I have pictures to prove it. Belgian man waiting for us in the car to prevent forced stealing on his precious. Speeded to Gent. Got to the little city and bumped into parading Scots. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! Can’t they make their own music?! Actually, they’re pretty good with it. How do I know if they’re really Scots or Belgians under disguise? Walked in the centre, stopped at some Belgian bar and – surprise! – we had some, a lot of Belgian beer. Tried all the Judas and Deliriums, all evil and nasty, vibrating energies.Got back and needed to discover some Romanian restaurant, where food was supposed to be decent. Some strange group gathered up and even stranger persons served up. Including the chef. Who’s cooking then?! Must be the cleaner, some stomachs didn’t handle it. We went on to have drinks in more beer-ish bars and smoky places.

Day 3, Sunday – It’s the big day. We’re going to get crazy at the Gipsy show. But just before that, me and sailorboy meet Piu for a walk in the big city. The city was windy and the banks were getting mad. No one gave us money, walked in some more in search for the ideal one. We then spent a lot of time looking for the perfect restaurant. We ended up in some Greek weird place where the walls were pinned up with pictures and the most bizarre objects. The food was unexpectedly good. I tried some cherry mixed with alcohol that was waay to sweet, so I came back to the usual menu – beer. Sailorboy got called deartje, a little animal or a little darling. We ended up in some cool café with fresh mint tea and warm cappuccino. We lost track of Juli on the way.. somehow no one had battery / mobile/ or any other communication means.. After squatting some bars, Juli hunted us down in the café we were. Such a small city, such a big karma!

The night comes and the concert’s about to begin. The place looks like some kind of a shed. All happens in the entry – the bar, the dj, I get the feeling we’re in the hallway. We meet some Belgian guys who pick on my sailorboy they can’t understand his Holland language. What’s wrong with the Belgians?! We dance to some Balkan beats and funky tunes. Well, I realize we are in the hallway, cause down a door the darkest of the dark extends.. it’s like an old cinema hall. A long one. And at the end of it, also a quite dark podium. A very high one, I suppose it prevents aggression. The flashing lights come on. The sounds are invading our ears.. the crowd start slowly warming up, more beer, more dance, more sweat… it all becomes a raging hopping around and turning, it’s all music, joy and the old gipsy’s so funky. At the end of the show, I get to shake hands with DJ Vasile, grand! A Belgian guy gets to buy the flute from a gipsy for a bargain. We get to drink more beers and dance to even more Balkan music.. Piu adventured in a photo session and I ended up with some weird photo’s..

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.

Da cuba!!

Hai sa inceapa prieteniile la gramada.. 6 oameni dorm pe un perimetru de 4 metri patrati si e bine. Asta pe un etaj, pe celalalt, tot asa! E cu programare la dush. Dar din nou e bine. Tocmai a fost party, urmeaza lekkereala..Ne-am tot plimbat cu Mada, Geamy, Kiki si Simo prin locuri stiute si nestiute, pana am dat de Cuba. Asta e o cafenea imputzita prin centru, da e cosy si noua ne place. Am baut din nou bere, cata mai surpriza.. dupa care iar am plecat pe strazi.

A urmat alta bere la Bejaard la Spui cu colegii mei de la job care mai nou in fiecare zi se afunda printr-un bar, pe motivu ca si asa altceva mai bun de facut n-ai.. Deci am facut un mix de grupuri cu colegi olandezi, marocani, belgieni, italieni, elvetieni si altii si iar am plecat mai departe..

Ne-am dus pana la un chipurile show la Bimhuis, unde nu era nici dracu, pardon, nici tzipenie de om, deci nu am putut decat sa plecam si sa mergem ca turistu in magazinul de cafea. Unde n-am mai baut. Si lumea a dormit bine, iar salteaua pneumatica e mai pufoasa.

Asta ca ziua urmatoare sa o luam de la capat cu cafeneaua Katoen si pe urma resto la Schiller.. si sa ne intoarcem din nou acasa unde unii oameni erau in aceleasi pozitii statico-leneshe. Dar nu e asa cel mai bine?!

Iar pe urma, dupa inca o zia m mers si la Ons lieve Heer op Zolder – o biserica facuta pe perioada prohibitiei in doua poduri unite in 2 case. Fantastic, ce le-a dat prin cap!! si daca tot vorbeam cu colegul meu de la job ca unde e ?! bai da sunt toate casele la fel, unde exact?! Pai de l abiserica mare din cartierul roshu, o iei la dreapta si camp e acolo, mergi vreo 50m.

Pai da pe-acolo am tre cut de nu stiu cate ori, n-am vazut in viata mea altceva decat case.. cum imi dau io seama unde e?! il tot chestionam.. pana cand n-am mai suportat indoiala si mi-a zis – auzi, stii unde stau curvele colorate?! Ah, da, normal! – eh, acolo e! auzi, frate, au ajuns curvele punct de reper! Pe-asta n-o stiati, nu?! ;)

The days you always miss and find

There are always those days between xmas and NY that you never know what you were doing. You lose notion of time, of yourself, you eat drink sleep too much, you’re too lazy to remember anything any more. That’s why you always miss those days and unforgivably forget that it’s Piu’s birthday! Why are people even born at that time?! So every one would forget their birthday anyhow? So they can never celebrate a normal birthday party, cause it’s NY anyhow?! I think children should be banned from being born at that time! Oh, well, I suppose you get used to it..

Anyhow, I missed a lot of remarks in Café Thijssen from my work colleagues as well as some parts of a stupid French film – entre les murs. I found myself in the arms of sailorboy enjoying sipping on my coke and feeling cosy and horny in the cinema surrounded by complete strangers.

I missed coming on time for my hairstyle appointment and I found my friends later on in Centraal Station where surprisingly I was on time only ‘cause the train was late.

I missed my friends when they visited shops and I found myself lying in bed so lazy and I just loved it!

I missed my cousin all the days he was in Amsterdam and couldn’t even see his for NY, but we found the only restaurant with the kitchen open after 11p.m. on NY night. It was Uruguayan, loud, kitchy with a big red disco ball, but food was fine and we enjoyed the wine also!

I missed my sailorboy for a day of two, but I found myself in good hands of old companions and we shall meet again. So they say.

3 days of Xmas

On the First day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to Nijmijgen
To see the student old Dutch big city-y-y!
And it was cold! Very very cold. We did some walking, some talking, all shops were closed, and all people were at their homes, having a nice beginning of celebration. It was almost like an arrangement for us to quietly enjoy the city. Have you ever had a private walk to a city? Well, this was ours. We just enjoyed the old Roman walls and got quickly in for warm coffee. :)

On the Second day of Xmas, my baby and me – we went to my baby’s friends,
For Australian – Dutchie dinner and friend times to be.
Why am I always a bit nervous to meet his friends or family.. argh! The thought of them makes me crawl under my own skin and find my dark safe place. Anyhow, it was a good laugh and warm food and people. Sounds like cannibalism.. no, man! The food was tasty, they were nice! And I survived!

On the Third day of Xmas, my baby and me – we stayed home with my family.
It was actually my uncle and friends, but I call them family.
I was shocked to find that they close supermarkets on Xmas day! I never needed to do groceries myself for Xmas, leave alone prepare anything whatsoever to serve to the guests under the name of food. Have I mentioned my plan was to serve 4 courses?! Well, I managed! The company was excellent, the food was good and the guys played music while we the girls were catching up, as usually.. and looking forward to the baby! ;)

Buuu nuu pooot saaa creeedd

Ca Geamilici mi-a trimis flori de ziua mea!! M-am emotionat pana la… eh, nici chiara sa, da m-am bucurat foarte tare!

Am zis in concluzie: asa surprize mai rar, asa memorie mai rar, asa complot mai rar, asa prieteni, mai rar, asa Geamy doar una! :)

Dar pe langa aceasta surpriza, cata mai faza de tare - prietenii mei s-au intalnit in Buchi sa ma sarbatoreasca!! WoW!!! ma rog, unii au interpretat ca si o inmormantare sau mai degraba un parastas, ca si atunci chipurile persoana nu-i de fatza. Da eu cred ca sunt doar gelosi.. chiar a fost ziua mea sarbatorita in mai multe orashe :)

Mon 20th of October @ Cerna/Buchi

Half asleep I struggle to move my feet to the car. I catch up with my dad about everything and ride an empty road to the countryside. There I see my family, we laugh about so-called golden rings bought for real money from gipsies and other fooling around.

Back to Buchi and I attempted a normal Monday, so met with friends for drinks and good talks. We weren’t able to find any bar open which would hold in 13 persons on one table without crap music and screaming speakers. So we finally managed to get in the Da Vinci. 

Felt like the last dinner indeed – at the centre of attention telling every one how I managed to miss a flight, party in Brussels and get to a wedding. Hearing everything I missed out on my friends. Oh well, we’ll miss some more of each other’s lives. And then we’ll get together again at a big table. Ta-ta!

Sat 18th of October @ Amsterdam-Schiphol-Brussels/South-Charleroi-Brussels/South – Brussels/Center-Brussels/North-STOP!

I’m so enthusiastic I figured it all out – I’m going to my best friend’s wedding. I’ll take the cheapest flight possible – that’s travelling from Amsterdam to Schiphol to Brussels South, to Charleroi and reach final destination – Bucharest. It’s just like some friend of a friend use to tell me about her boyfriend. He flew from Amsterdam to New York with final destination Bucharest, Romania just to get a 1Euro flight. It’s 2 days flying basically, but what a man wouldn’t do for love!! And One Euro!!

So I’m screening the multiple trains and busses I need to catch to get there. I get on tram 1 – then on train 1 and get my ass to the Airport. To Schiphol. I just need to ask myself – what the f_*k am I doing there with no direct connection.. well, if I’m still there, need to do some shopping. Browsing shops, time passing, I just missed a train, well, that’s fine, that means only that I can shop some more! Next train to catch target – half an hour later! I suddenly feel a strange emotion – an awareness which makes me go there 15min earlier. Like the guardian dog to Hell in Greek mythology this lady checks tickets before boarding to Brussels. It seems I have this ticket which is valid to one train – one train that leaves every hour. So I need to wait another 45 minutes?! Are you out of your freakin’ mind?! This is surreal. Brussels South is double!!
I catch this hourly train to Brusse

ls South, I get off and need to take a bus to Charleroi. I’m a bit late. I will be really late and unable to get on my flight if I don’t leave soon to f@*king Charleroi. I just go ask a taxi driver how much for the trip. He says Eur160. Are you out of your mind?! I paid almost 80 for the damn flight!! Well, then 120, my last offer. Shove your offer up your Algerian behind, I say! I’m getting to the damn bus which not only takes one hour, but 1h and 10 min, long enough to make me miss the check in with 2minutes. I alarm some service guys at the desks, one runs after the check in experts, they don’t want to re-open the gates, they’re done with work. There are about 10 other people with the same stupid-me expression on their face. Some Indian Dutch people, who didn’t read the tickets properly, paid huge money to the taxi to get there and see it flying out of their face. Some Romanian I-need-to-talk-to-the-one-in-charge kinda’ guys who’d think the manager gives a damn. They don’t. I start calling my uncle for flight indications and Luciana a.k.a. Lekker Piu for accommodation.

I score accommodation in Brussels North. I try to get on the next bus back. I get the answer we don’t sell tickets, you need to buy 

them in the airport. But I put my luggage in, say I in a despair’s pitiful voice. Well, then hurry up says the fat bastard. But what if you leave?! Well if you don’t hurry up, I will. What kind of a oracle answer is that?! Who talks like this?! I get my luggage down and buy the damn ticket, I’m still in time, but so is the sweaty gorilla to put his foot in the door and contemplating remark with a smile attached – we’re leaving. I guess that’s how it feels when some one is nailing you from behind. The only sense of relief gets to me when I’m on the bus and decide to go see if they have any more flights in the centre. What do you think?! They don’t. Right!

It even seems more hilarious when I’m telling Piu the story and she’s laughing her ass off and we try to make another reservation. Besides noticing the low-value of internet banking, as any machine is good enough for your account, I see I cannot book a damn flight. Luckily I’m saved by goodwill friends ready to call some one in France to make online transactions on the phone. Really trustworthy! The deep magic of the Brussels night continues with the Romanian polenta of expert Juli with a view on the city. We cand only dream at the party ahead. KMG, the funky band in the city is some hope. No offence to them, but I wasn’t expecting much. To my surprise, they go on dancing on tables and keep the hot rhythms loud. Sometimes this is interrupted by some girl bitching about just everything she can pick on. I try to get her some drinks, she refuses, I could almost smack you, bitch!

The crazy crowd is tirish, we move on to salsa shit. In case you haven’t heard about it, I’m no damn salsa girl. But I’m a groupy when it comes to friends. So we really had an amazing night partying, dancing like good old times and gossiping about some Colombian boys getting their hands all over.. Thankfully not all the time on the same ass! We move on to Piu’s house and laugh about the night.

Mioseg? [miusheg]

Si din nou ne punem cu Sasha la vin si vorbe.. este relaxed, chillax! Cand primesc un mail de la Boti ca apare prin Hollandia si daca ne vedem si unde sta :)

Ciocolaaataaaaaaaaaaa!! Cine nu stie povestea trebuie s-o afle – mai precis ca Boti e ungur, bozgor sau cum vreti sa-i ziceti.. el se cheama singer mághiar. Da cine o sa-l creada? In fine, am fost noi in Vama, nu trebuie sa povestesc cum e in Vama….de 1 mai, mai precis……. Ideea principala este ca noi dansam ca nebunii in noapte si exista pe vremea aia melodia Varza a lui Vita de Vie.. cine nu stie melodia Varza?!.. si sa ne facem.. varzaaaa.. dar omul nu! El canta cat il tineau plamanii: ciocolataaaaaaaa.. drept urmare si replica lui Mada – de unde l-ai gasit, ma, pe-asta?! Dar noi ne-am distrat tot timpu..

Ideea este ca in acea seara a aparut Boti in peisaj.. dupa ce io cu Sasha decantasem vreo 3 sticle de vin – foarte tare, frate.. neah!! Sasha, ca sa fie prietenos, a inceput sa-si aduca aminte din copilaria lui la Satu Mare si alte chestii ca bai, cuvantu ala sau expresia aia in ungureste.. io ma tot kinuiam sa tin pasu si pana la urma imi aduc si eu aminte ca stiu ceva in ungureste: mioseg. Stiu de la Fane, ca mi-a spus ca asta inseamna – ce faci?! Cum stau treburile.. bai si incepe Boti sa rada sa moara.. nu se mai oprea, pot sa jur.. si zice.. pai asta inseamna cur artificial in ungureste.. e ca si cum as spune eu bivol inecat.. lol. Si da-i si razi.. pana la urma dupa conversatii cu Fane am aflat ca asa se spune din presa ungureasca.. aia de scandal. Mai precis e vorba gen care mai e curu artificial? In sensu care-i ultima barfa? Ultimul scandal? Ce-mi spui nou.. si s-a generalizat la ce faci? Care-i treaba? Whazaa..

Eh si el tot murea de ras, implicit am inceput sa ne prezentam si sa zicem mioseg, iar el cu Sasha bivol inecat, asta am inventat noi ca e pentru baieti.. si am tinut-o in rasete toata noaptea, pana ne-am culcat.. iar eu am ras si peste noapte.. Boti dormea pe jumate in patul gonflabil care intre timp se desumflase si parea o barca semiscufundata, iar pe cealalta jumatate era rasturnat pe moketa.. omu asta nu poate sa fie serios nici cand doarme?!

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

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

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

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

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

Yet another longer Wanna week

Friday
I went outside, seen it’s raining and totally ignored it.. they say “I’m not made of sugar”. I guess it goes only for Dutch guys. Not so bad to be soaking wet, I keep on saying to myself. But wha? Is is ok? Oh well, I’ll get dry later on. My outfit was too sexy and I was wet, what can you expect better from a woman on a Friday afternoon. Got to my flat in the evening. Had tea then pills. The Romanian ones. Should get to bed. Which I did. Way to spend the fri night. Oh yey!

Saturday
Wake up with a serious cold, no mood and a nose full of shit. Got myself the soap opera traditional no-tear tissues. Should stick one or two up my running nose.

I have a look on the pill box. Says I’m supposed to take 2 pills in 12 hours and so on. On doctor recommendation only, can take 6 pills in 24 hours. I prescribe myself 2 extra pills – I need it for tonight’s party.
Managed to get myself out of bed within 3 hours or so, should be listed as personal record in times of cold. I hit the AH for supplies. Take it to The Hague. How come I always miss all means of transportation by just those 2 fucking minutes?! And then I end up so surprised and disappointed waiting for the next one…

Got to my uncle’s venue, ate a bit of whatever pasta, drank white wine. Chilled with my uncle and talked about all less important stuff in whatever context, just catching up. Needed to move.Got to Anna’s place. On my way I noticed no Dutch people. Suppose that’s strange, living in Holland. But, oh, well, one welcomed me at Anna’s. He spoke Russian. I understood his friendly mine and gestures. I laughed and got in the little wood house Anna and her husband designed in their backyard. Looks like you’re in the mountains at asome winter sport resort.
Every one was somehow continuously having dinner. I felt like back in Romania, when my mother keeps on bringing food.. Only the thought of it gives me tummy pain. So bizarre to feel home with Russians, Lithuanians, Dutch, Latvian and Finnish.. We watched the video of Anna’s wedding.

Almost no one in that room remembers details of her wedding. I do remember the fire spiters and how Anna was walking on one of them while he was floored-back to glass, broken small little pieces of glass. And then some childhood games and some attempts of coordination in couple. And a bit of fat-ass bogging to get a potato moving on the floor.. oh, just use your imagination!

Lithuanian vodka is so strong. I had absolutely no feel for taste or smell, everything was neutral to me. A flower, cow poop, Dolce&Gabbana perfume and sewage.. all the same to me, baby. Apparently it was supposed to stink, so that’s why not many would give it a go. Considering the circumstances, I did. Did I mention I took some pills?

We had such a good time! They’re all so funny. We girls needed to go. The Hague expat party was on. At Scheveningen. What kind of combination is that? Do they do Amsterdam expat parties in Haarlem? No further remarks… it took us girls (4 of us) most likely about 3 minutes to be ready. Then Laurie said he’s coming. This after slaying big portions of vodka, girl wine, so male beer and who knows what else. Where to? Asked the guys. To the party, of course.
We’re 4 girls all over each other on the back seat of a taxi and Laurie is talking on and on about all sort of taxi events and street names with the driver. We’re constantly wondering on how he keeps up with all the sober-talking. Suppose he has an extra body to retain alcohol.

Got there, got some Hawaiian plastic flowers on our necks. It was some beach party – the theme. We did a three hour dancing and partying when Laurie started falling on people. He lost his glasses few times and probably his entire memories of the night. But his rudely apparition rocked! Though Anna and Alla needed to take him home, too bad for our laughs, was a good shotgun for it.Rodney was pimping around, as usually. Lydie and Jasper were all over each other and looking good. The drag queens still in male clothes were dulling on other women’s men. And Sam was there. Coincidently enough we danced a bit..

I also previously tried more vodka and rum mixes. No worries, the pills just keep me fit, as well as the thing against a running nose. But the music was great party-like. Everything was spinning right. Natasha and I hooked up with some Spanish male-non-male unisex stuff around. The party went on like that. Truly amazing. Somehow I ended up dancing with Sam again and then somehow we retired for some time on the beach.. Made everything peachy. No idea what time, how long.. it was clear that the party had been a blast for some people, when we got back, every one was leaving. We did too, when I discovered I lost my phone. We got back on the beach to rescue my phone swamped in the sand..

Then Natasha recovered us as well and we hit the road to the Central Station The Hague. Sam and I were supposed to end up in my large bed in Amsterdam, but strangely enough just missed the train. I started running around asking men in blue when the next train for Amsterdam is leaving.. in one hour.. fuck!! What are we going to do for one hour.. you just cannot stay in the station for that long. We rushed to Stefan’s still wondering – what the fuck were we doing in the Central Station?! It seemed like a dream..

My sense of reality is deteriorating seriously. The excitement from the party is slowly getting away, it’s just us, lots of sand everywhere, crunchy crunch teeth sounds and slept, slept..

Sunday
Woke up with some sweaty sun in my face and decided to get back to A’dam. Romantically said goodbye to Sam in the Station. Suppose they look more fresh in a film, but then again, they don’t share what we do. Til we meet again you mancman, you rock!Why’s every one staring at me?! What’s wrong with night clothes on a Sunday afternoon? What’s wrong with very wrong strong make-up fading away from sheets and sand, nasty smells and sluty lipstick? You fools, you don’t know what love is! Now who’s the bad guy?!

Crawled up the narrow stairs, found the apartment empty. The other Wanna must have gone blow her mind in some other place. I’m all alone, lonely and by myself. I’m cursed with anxiety and need to get away. I’m scared to go out, to stay with my shaman thoughts or have a delirium beside myself. I’m irecognizable in my darkest world. The knives in the kitchen shine appetizing. I daydream of terrible accidents and decide to hit the sack.

Lydie calls and order is restored. Earth to Wanna is reaching out. The other Wanna is coming in and I play sociable. [Fucking pills! Don’t you mix them with alcohol! You should know better].
The rest is history, I’m alive!

Monday
Pass by work in my way to the exam at the uni. Looks decent, should be doable. I then engage in long conversations at my uncle’s place. He prepares tea for me, I’m so lucky! And sleepy, damn late hours in The Hague.

Tuesday
It’s always even more difficult to wake up in the morning. Paradox is that it’s even harder to go to sleep in the night, dilemma of my life. Oh well, the entire dilemma thread dies when needed to study, then it’s easiest that can be to fall asleep on a nice-smelling book. At least I try to finish my project.. I have a feeling it’s gonna take much longer..

Wednesday
I need to finish my project. Somehow this thought stays on my mind. I ignore it later, in my pursuit of being the perfect housewife. Lekker Piu shall be coming soon. Need to have a decent house prepared. I lose my interest and my day.

Thursday
We have a new IT class with and old IT guy. He’s German and boring. He likes to think we’re retarded so he explains the same things 5 times and one additional time (always), if you’re stupid enough to ask a question. Any question. Bill calls him Tolkien. I guess now you know better than to start up an mba.. Sometimes I’m still wondering what his wife has to do with it. Most probably she’s annoying and he needs to get away. Most likely to deserve a better life than having me commenting on his work and most of the people not paying attention. I end up at my uncle’s wasted.

Friday
How come I cannot focus on my work? Well, I just heard a Dutch colleague of mine saying on the phone: “are you really working? Or is it Friday for you too?!” Friday. As opposed to working. As in weekend. Oh, now I get it!! You Dutch don’t work on Fri! And me who was the only one maintaining the Dutch economy at high level! Me and some poor Polish guys who’ll never get this.. anyhow, more important to find out that the Jordaan festival is on.

Lydie is visiting me. I pick her up at the station. Lekker Piu is next. We need to wait for her for an hour. Lydie decides to ignore my food cooking proposals and gets to a patat thing. Then we take a walk in the Red Light district. Do we look better sometimes? More real and touchable? We see some jewels, we stare like monkeys. The artist comes out to explain. She’s a German lady who teaches art in The Hague. We’ll keep in touch. I suspect she’s interested in Lydie.

Lekker Piu is smoking a cigarette in front of the Central Station. I’m excited to see her. I also figured out why it’s a bad spot to ask her to come to the information point. She always has a cigarette after coming from Brussels. That needs to be tasted outside. Next time I’ll be a better considerate friend.We go take dinner at my place, I can really cook, yes. They seem to like it. Except for Jasper, who has allergy to cheese. What kind of kaaskop is that? Your oma is going to feel ashamed!

Conversation’s taking us to unseen places. We agree if you only have sex 3 times per year with your bf and then he asks you to wear a moustache and a hat, your bf must be gay. Lydie and Jasper need to split early at 2 in the night, they need to have friends over and clean up. We suggest let the kids play the cleaning company.

We decide to carry on our green way and talk about all persons we ever knew @ hp and what happened to them. Try to understand why people behave this way. We find no solution, but reasoning takes us to sleep. SaturdayWe wake up late in a party mood and try to figure out where Anna is. She has by this time tried to come about 5 times to Amsterdam. All initiatives failed for some reason or the other. We get back to sleep.

Saturday

We take a longer walk to the city. We’re ignoring the Bulldog and go to a forgotten place with weird paintings and weirder decorations. We take a white widow and think it’s slow. But you never know. The tram takes us to the Jordaan festival. Johnie’s and Anita’s are there. So are old and young, intellectuals and dumb. All are listening to same Dutch old music. Sounds fun. “Ti amo” in the Dutch version and Andre Hazes memorial. I know where I am. Thousands of Dutch-only are there. Amsterdam has never been Dutcher to me. We have a lot of fun looking at the people and listening or not to the music. We have gauffre’s and we feel good. Perfect night.

Sunday
Morning’s there, we’re not. The afternoon surprises us in bed. Nothing special, just us girls and a lot of talking done. Feels like home, sisterhood and cosy. We shall soon meet again, we say. And the train to Brussels is rolling. Aside Lekker Piu, loads of dubiosi – it’s the Belgium way..

Chillax, man, chillax!

Ce are Amsterdamul in plus fata de Haga in afara de agitatie, viata, lume, events-uri, graba, biciclete, cluburi si canale multe? Pai are relaxare la greu.. oamanii sunt fericiti, relaxati si un fel de impliniti.. este cam cum ma simt eu de vreo luna sau de cand m-am mutat aici.. In fine, sa spunem ca Olanda in general cam transpira relaxare.. dar in Amsterdam, mai a handful, hashea... ma integrez in peisaj, stau pe spate, ma bucur de tot si de toate..

Noroc cu Anja, care ma organizeaza un pic.. pai hai sa n-o mai ardem intr-o lekkereala, sa intreprindem ceva!! Este Uitmarkt – un festival cu muzica si dans si teatru si spectacole peste tot, unde poti sa gushti din fiecare si sa-ti dai cu parerea.. eu imi dau cu parerea ca ar trebui sa mergem, da pana vine ea, pana ne asteptam, pana ne organizam, pana imi vede apartu, pana ne taram pana la ceva mai central, pana atunci trec toate events-urile.. la dracu..

Ajungem noi in graba, nu stim unde mai e ceva, bananaim prin shentru si ii zic ca e ceva gen pe un pod pe langa gara.. Anja zice – bai, Oana, daca n-au facut astia vreun pod nou, pai atunci nu e nici unu cum explici tu.. si vad autobuzu care tre sa ajunga acolo.. ea zice – a, pai de ce n-ai spus ca e la cuca macaii la tzara si nu la Amsterdam.. femeie rusoaica, lasa-te de bancuri, e mai harcana !! pana la urma gasim un concert, un fel de muzica bizara cantata la un fel de instrument tzambalist pus pe o chitara.. numai dubioasa de rusoaica putea sa-si ia cd cu si mai dubioshii aia.. fiecare cu tzacanelile lui, ce sa zici !

Si mai stam si-i ascultam cu ciudateniile lor si pe urma ne urnim inspre un alt concert.. asa credem noi ! ca de fapt la ora 11 nu prea mai au concerte in orash, da noi insistam si ajungem in Concertgebouw.. unde este excellent, tre sa merg mai des la concerte pe acolo.. si bem bere, palavragim ca fetele despre lume si viata, prieteni si taxe, iar timpul zboara.. iar la 12 noaptea mancam inghetata la Australian.. aaah ! cat de lekker !! unde mai poti sa mananci inghetata asa buna la ora aia ?? poate doar in Italia.. si din nou ajung acasa si ma megarelaxezzz

S and M si alte d-astea

Daca tot o sa ma mut in curand la Amsterdam, ar trebui sa vad oamenii din Haga mai des. Zis si facut. M-am intalnit cu Lydie si Jasper ca sa o lekkerim la Jasper acasa.. fiecare cu ce avea in minte, ne-am apucat de povestit.

Daca Jasper a fost vreodata la curve. Nu. Da de ce nu? Pentru ca poate si pe gratis. Na, mintea olandezului cea de pe urma. Dar tu nu vrei sa stii cum e sa fii cu o profi? Pai nu, ca ea nu face nimic. Daca ii dai 50Eur doar sta, tu poti sa faci ce vrei si cand termini pleci… Bai da chiar asa?! Nu cred. Sau poate ca tocmai ca e profi este cea mai buna sip e urma vrei mereu la ea. Da pe de alt aparte nici eu cand vin la serviciu cateodata nu imi mai vine sa-mi deschid calculatorul.. poate depinde.. e si asta un serviciu, si cum se incearca peste tot sa fidelizezi clientul, de ce nu?!

De la asta am ajuns la ce fel de practici se pot pune in practica, ca sa zic asa.. Ei bine, se pare ca un amic s-a dus sa plateasca chiria si cand il vede pe Atlas cu globu pamantesc in spate, dar mai chinuit si intors mai mult cu curu.. zice asta – hmm.. interesanta pozitie pentru domnul Atlas.. iar astalalt cica, mda.. stii, noi organizam ritualuri sado-maso aici.. nu stiu daca ne-ai auzit vreodata?! Astalalt ramane socat.. pai nu prea.. aa, da, vin mai multi aici, si-i arata un perete plin cu biciuri, catuse, alte instrumente ascutite, dureroase si teshite.. hai sa vezi toaleta. Buda era transparenta, iar sub colac era o gaura, ca sa poata cineva sa-si bage capul.. se intelege.. Omul a plecat oripilat, dar totusi a ascultat noaptea si se auzeau cateodata tipete, intr-adevar, cu asa arsenal!!

Iar noi am ras si ne-am bucurat ca suntem normali..