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Si da-i si lupta

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

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

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

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

Wagamama & boys

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

Let The Work Begin!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Si voi fi avand net!!

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

The Presidents of The United States of America

Ne intalnim la Leidseplein care cu care, ca niciodata nu-s toti.. si mergem in cautarea restaurantului indonezian.. pe una dintre stradutele supraaglomerate de restaurante din jur. Suntem 3 baieti si 3 fete, eu sunt cea mai tanara pana la 50-shi cel mai batran si mergem sa vedem The Presidents of The United States of America, ca au fost copilaria mea si tineretile lor. Dar inainte, bagam un indonezian.. n-am stiut niciodata ca e asa ieftin – gen 7 pana in 10eur. Nici daca vrei nu poti sa dai mai mult de 12eur.. cat 3-4 beri LoL. Mi-am adusa minte ca betivii calculeaza costul de oportunitate in beri, cat un cocktail, na! Ah, nici asta nu era bine! Cat juma de carte! Cat un makiaj ieftin, cat un Vogue Italy sau un strippenkaart.

Nici nu stiu ce pot sa mananc la indonezian. Fac un rezumat din cemananca ceilalti si imi comand ce-si ia cel mai de incredere. Ce condimentat e, mai vreau o bere! Si radem de un tip ca cica cei care nu spun g-ul ca si can dar scuipa, da mai ushor, au coeficientul de inteligenta mai redus – spun studiile. Iar eu inocenta – ah, eu am auzit ca in sud vorbesc asa. Hahaha, zic ei, daaa! Exact! De acolo vine asta!! Da, mersi, zice el si se uita la mine de parca ar vrea sa-mi frece o farfurie indoneziana peste freza. Radem, glumim, da mai si bem – mergem la Belgica, ce mirare, un bar belgian unde poti bea bere belgiana. Da noi ca olandezii tot pe Heineken o tinem.. vedea-m-ar prietenul meu acuma! El numai bere belgiana ar bea toata ziua..

Se consti tuie ceea ce se numeste “pushculitza”. Fiecare pune 50eur de bautura si distractie. Si banii se dau mai departe, sa mai ia unu-altu cate un rand. Fiecare da cu randurile de bere. Am terminata ici, hai sa vedem si noi concertu. E full din nou in Paradiso!! Rockereala. Muzica tare, chitara tare si visele din copilarie la maxim pentru mine.. imi aduc aminte de printre primele video-uri de la Mtv. Eu sunt generatia Mtv. Acuma s-a stricat totu, da inainte era asa frumos sa te uiti juma de zi la Mtv – chiar dadeau muzica, acuma numai reality show-uri.. pff… Deci hai cu rockereala! Unu dintre noi descopera can u-i place muzica.. cum, frate?! Da atunci de ce ai venit la concert? Pai nici n-am ascultat ce mi-ati dat voi linkuri, da am zis ca e gemelli cu voi!! Ce idiot!! Zice alalalt! Ai dat si bani, fraiere!! Alta data sa te uiti, ca daca imi place mie nu-i o garantie – vad, zice primul..

In fine, ne place, ne place! Concertul se termina, sunt si ei ushor obositi, sunt batrani oamenii, da tot in aceeasi formula! Noi nu chiar, asa ca mai bagam niste beri la alt bar, tot cu banii din pushculitza. La sfarsitul serii mai raman 5eur de toata pushculitza si se cara fiecare pe la casele lui..

Girls' Weekend

Friday

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

Saturday
Another day, another girl. You womanizers should be eating your hear out! We walk around trading-yourself stands at the RAI. I find no one to sell my soul to. The company people monologue around me, I think I want to be a freelancer once the crisis is over. Is it going to be over soon, btw?! It was supposed to be funnier, people experimenting all the crazy stuff, like during war. You-never-know-when-you’re-going-to-die kind of mentality. But no, it’s actually alienating people – scared not to lose their jobs, they sit quietly in front of their computer and wait for hours before they spend 5 minutes at coffee. Get a life, you Armagedon kamikaze!! Soon I’ll be greeting zombies at the lift. I care too much about my skin to be able to unrecognizably work my ass off.

Had Belgian beer and some digestible food at a bar around the corner. The waitress was flirting with my ballerina. Get a life, bi’ha! I get a ride home and we call it off for the day. I’m getting in the housewife housy mood and deliberately spend my day in the kitchen. Food responds accordingly. I’m patting myself on the back.
Attempted to go to sleep early.

Sunday
Yes, I’m meeting yet another mermaid, different city. Gigi’s in NL so go to Arnhem to see her. We’re doing our talks while checking out the closed shops, damned them be!! We shall return for the goodies some other day, shall it be. As per usual, we’re discussing the stories of our lives. I’m not particularly enjoying the mature us with housing, real estate and mortgages stories, but can’t help them. We dig an eating bar in the center and get good food. We discover at some point that we’re the only clients left with the waiters at a decent time. We decide that’s no big city. We hug the hasta luego and swear to see each other some more. Yay!

Sooner or later it all comes crushing down..

All the best computers crush down, I guess. I suppose they don’t make you travel from Amsterdam to The Hague for that, but that’s mine!!! [aaarrrggghhh!! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10] I needed to work on a project, so I got on the train and got to Stefan’s place and started to write on it. After a large dinner and wine, few hours later in the night, I was still writing. Stefan fell asleep in front of the tv and I was quietly writing. Thanks God for the external hard driver and Alex for choosing it for me!! Otherwise half of my life would be gone!! The drama, the pain! But now I’m fine, I got myself a new nice one ;)

House Weekend

Saturday

7:37 a.m. – I receive a sms from Anna telling me she’s awake. Must be one of the few persons in the Netherlands!! I try to go back to sleep, but a housewife consciousness takes over and makes me clear awake and in sudden need to clean up everything facing me!

8:00 a.m. – Sure a coffee would be good.. though I’d need to decalcify my coffee machine.. aaaarrgghh! I hate mornings!!

10:00 a.m. – I start cleaning up the kitchen – yey! The absolute statement this morning – everything needs to be brand-new shining.. as I carry on with scrubbing, puffing detergent, cleaning off and other nice verbs I avoided to use so far in my life.. I discover 1. this is going to take ages; 2. This is never going to be brand-new clean. And thát I hate!

10:38 a.m. – I figure it out that the yellow “thing” is not some weird mutant dirt, but real paint that goes off if you clean up the cupboards - a bit - more.. Damn!! They must have never cleaned up – the paint still stays on everywhere!! Aarrgghh!!

11:20 a.m. – Have you ever seen The Adams Family?! Tara-nah nah, ching ching! Tara-nah-nah! Well, the previous inhabitants of my house must have loved it! There were spider webs everywhere.. I guess it took them several months to grow them, but they finally succeeded – what a satisfaction! Well, I took up the horror task of bringing them down – I’m such an exorcist!!

11:25 a.m. – enough fun for me – I go back to scrubbing the kitchen! I’m so good with beauty treatments!

12:14 p.m. – One moore tiimmee! I hear my music – and I go – One moore tiiimee…

12:45 p.m. – I hurry up to the AH for super-fast shopping – I only pay for half, must be weekend discount

1:00 p.m. – I meet the building sort of administrator who gives me precious advice on how to sue the sellers for hidden damage of the house.. do I really need that?!

2:01 p.m. – Anna says she’s going to help me get an armchair, she’d be coming with an Ukrainian guy to look at the bedroom, maybe he can get it fixed.. I sure cannot! She says she’ll run a bit late..

2:30 p.m. – nice to have fun in the kitchen, now some fun with moving stuff to the attic.

2:45 p.m. – I’m thinking – is Anna still coming with the guys?! Am I going to be late again? I’m supposed to have my most expected moment of the month – appointment at the beauty saloon – so long ago that I could relax!

2:46 p.m. – As I have nothing else better to do, I check out the photo’s on my camera – all those memories.. make me dream awaaayy.. ah! I need some action!

3:00 p.m. – I realize the house is not clean enough, so I start rearranging stuff.. as if that made it better..

3:10 p.m. – The Russian speakers arrive.. I only get “material”, “davai” and I can say “spasiva”. So the Ukrainian guy asks me how come I haven’t studied Russian in school.. well I guess I was busy with French – excuse my French! We’re driving far off to the Villa ArenA on Chemical Bro rhythms and chatting in English, Dutch and Russian altogether..

3:45 p.m. – Lucky me I’m with strong men helping me!! I just need to smile and go on..

6:15 p.m. – Yvonne, the beauty treatment guru, breaks the news that I didn’t eat proper meals lately.. I was busy! She doesn’t accept it as an excuse, I need to work on it.. damn!! AND! I need to relax, don’t stress, hey, at least don’t do anything tonight! Just relax!! OK ok..

7:15 p.m. – I arrive home in a state of total relaxation. Man, I love beauty treatments!

8:15 p.m. – I’m shocked! I just got a letter saying if I buy a spot now to be buried, coffin etc., I get a discount! From Eur 4,500 to Eur 3,800 – just round about… Are people cheap when they’re having burials too?! Is buying your death a mean to say I lived rich or I lived poor?! Do you get a place in front? What do I need to pay to sit next to God? Can I buy some wings to fly around in Heaven or some good drinks and chicks to party in Hell?!

8:30 p.m. – I find some old magazine (Off the Record, no. 5, 2008) and read an article about Blof. What happened after Umoja!! How they were singing about the death of a dog and some neighbour came in while they were playing telling her dog just died. So this doesn’t only happen to me!! – Continuity, I mean! (it’s a principle, check it out – and my philosophical @ss ;) ) I don’t even have a dog!

9:10 p.m. – I read: “la scoperta della sessualità, la ricerca di un’identità, il paradossale desiderio di individualismo e il contempo, di appartenenza al gruppo, l’incomunicabilità, le passioni inconfessate, le aspirazioni rivendicate, i riti, le mode. Quella strana energia” – it’s all about teenagers, how they get to discover themselves.. every now and then I’m still going back to those questions. Does that mean I’m still a teenager?!

9:27 p.m. – Despite Yvonne’s recommendations, I start reading some Financial accounting lovely book :P

Sunday

11: 25 a.m. – I discover the entrance door to my apartment is a bit open. Any cat would fit through it. Have I slept with the door open? For how long has it been open really?! Well, at least I feel very safe now. If a burglar, raper or killer was refusing such an invitation, this must be a safe neighbourhood! Look, mom, I’m ok! :)

2:33 p.m. – As a good neighbour, you’re supposed to clean up the stairs that lead to your apartment. I bet you lazy asses don’t do that. There are always cleaners for that. Well, in my building each does a stair case. So I let them see no dust, but super-housewife power!!

2:49 p.m. – As my computer is wasted, I’ll need to reinstall Windows. I start doing so at the same time with my warm-up exercises.

5:10 p.m. – Let it run, let it run.. computer check – installation failed, ok, once more! I’ll take a hair dying and a shower in the meanwhile..

5:30 p.m. – I finish up dying my hair.. the bloody computer is still running his stupid installations..

5:55 p.m. – I blow my hair dry, trying not to get angry about my computer.

11:30 p.m. – Imi bag p*_%*^$#@ in el de computer – I hear myself swearing in Romanian. Now where did that come from?! I give it up, I’m going to sleep!!