March in Amsterdam

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.

Sleep Deprivation and Stories of My Bullshit Youth in February

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..

January

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!

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

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)
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• § 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

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

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!

One Week of Hosting

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.

Din categoria

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

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..

Girls' Weekend

Friday

What happens when girls come together?! A lot of talking gets done. One of my colleagues invited me at hers. We got down to pasta and proseco with a taste of office gossip. We moved on to more interesting topics like boyfriends and relationships, advanced to image and improvements, with a touch of housing and decorations. We got again back to love and relationships and somehow got to families, contraceptives, children and going out. Happiness is debated and how magical it is. Can’t give the details though, the woman would sue me. She’ll be turning into a piranha and I’ll be the innocent child swimming in the clear waters.. All I can say is a bottle of proseco is good enough to pull up stories of a lifetime ;)

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!

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.

Celebrating and more

Suppose you buy a house, you need to celebrate, right?! How often does it happen?! I hope often enough, I’m already in the mood for something bigger! LoL My banker says I need to keep it for at least 5 years for it to be profitable, he’s my guru, unless I win the lottery..

Day 1 – Private party with my sailorboy down in our crib. Wine, good music and swimming involved, no victims, but laughters.

Day 2 – Goodbye party at Van Puffelen bar-resto. Pretty coolish place, I (p)resume. No need for tears, no over-reacted animal dance, I leave early. Drinking and socializing done, no overalcoholic feelings noticed, studying needs to pop up later the evening.

Day 3 – Studying done at the uni and partying continued at Stefan’s place. We didn’t get to celebrate buying the house, so serious drinking needs to be spotted on the table. Good family times with a lemon twist.

Day 4 – You figured out the mix – house–person-house-person celebration. It logically needs to be fed up by bubble bath and champagne for my sailorboy. He’s taking off the corporate world, going Down Under to find what’s lost and new – new adventure for him, cake and drinks for me.

Day 5 – So follow the logic?! Yes, it’s something for the house – a new espresso machine. A red Francis Francis! And I go mad on it! Must be the best thing in the house! Well, ok, we’re going to score it all in one day – we’re up for some more delicious impressive stuff. So me and my sailorboy go figure out the sweet dark taste of food. It’s no screwed-up metaphor!! It’s really eating in the dark. Imagine the darkest black and no tiny light whatsoever. Imagine finding your food in that – it’s damn hard, I tell you! You’re putting wine on you, or water, you don’t find out til you tasted it, anyhow. You get too much of that chunky fish out of the sudden, while you can barely find one small potato in the plate you’re already thinking it’s like 15inch smth. You’re sniffing around like some dog while trying to decently use your fork and knife while chasing some peas.. the neighbour has given up eating, he smokes some cigarettes and decides that’s no fun. We giggle in the dark and mix up drinks and flavours. We go on mixing it in Paradiso. Mr. Oizo is on. The beats meet the master and Prodigy, Daft Punk, Madonna, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and most mad combinations you’d ever think of are smacking me up! The French non-duo is hitting it off like fire on water, I mean vodka on fire, I mean…. It’s insane! It’s madness! It’s mr. Oizo!!

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! ;)

Aiurea-n tramvai.. sau in casa:

Muzica este mai tare. Aveti vecini sus?
Da, scutura o patura.
Cum o fi sa-ti cresti copiii in Amsterdam?!
Bine.
Mie mi se pare ca in Belgia totul e o gluma.
Da, inveti Past Tense in facultate?
Nu, verbul si subiectul.
Da dupa ai pot sa citesc si eu?
Da eu nu mai am rabdare. Iar am impresia ca le simt. Dupa 5 secunde pleaca.
Ochii aia sunt foarte dubiosi la tine pe tricou.
Aia nu-i vezi asa ca stai pe partea cealalta.
Da chiar pot sa zic ca le simt.
Pe tine te luase un sentiment de somn.
Inainte am avut un sentiment ca s-a schimbat lumina.

Da, pai asta am avut si eu.

Scrisul se misca si lasa urme in jurul lui. Se sterge, e cerneala.

Da carutza aia in jurul lui nu te deranjaza?.. apare si ea - surpriza!!

Eu nu-mi dau seama, parca le simt, parca nu... da stiu ca trebuie sa golesc scrumiera, ca ma enerveaza.

Eu incerc sa ma uit la Oana.

Stai ca ocoleste mana.

Tu acum ai vazut?

Da, ca pana acm era paharul ala in fata.

Da ea in ce limba scrie?

Da, in romana.

Am schimbat perspectiva mainii. Este mult mai interesanta. Revolving.

Stiu, cand iei ciuperci nu iti vine sa fumezi.

Oana scrie romane.

Da candelabrul asta nu mai zice nimic.

Da ce putea putea sa-ti zica?

Este o melodie care se aude mai puternic. Este ceva cu manager.

Parca pana acum muzica nu avea text.

Mai e cola?

E in frigider.

Ce lene mi-e.

Da hai, du-te sa-ti iei. Eu trebuie sa ma ridic, sa o deranjez pe Oana, tu esti mai aproape.

A, pai nu ca nu vroiam.

Vroiai sa stii doar daca mai e?

E ca ala care a intrebat-o pe aia daca vorbeste engleza si tipa a continuat in franceza.

M-am plictisit sa scriu, e prea multa foaie.