Now that that’s off my chest I am going to take a break from everything and everyone, including this blog. See you in about a week.
Sunday 27 June 2010
Kind of tired
Saturday 26 June 2010
High level of productivity
In this shitty period, when Boc cuts down every wage and pension, increases VAT and taxes, invents new fees...there is a class of people that are still doing money in this amazing country.
Some nights ago, when I had to meet a friend somewhere in Romana, I had to park in Piata Lahovari, where there are slim chances to find a spot especially if it’s weekend nights. As I was checking out the place for an empty spot I saw in a corner a man waving out at me like crazy.
Even if you are not a driver you must have seen those men and woman, who have improved their carriers from begging or washing windshields in the intersections to offering parking spaces to desperate drivers. I am usually afraid of those guys and give them 2-3 RON although I know they do not deserve them, but I am afraid they will do something to the car if I refuse to pay them for the huge “favor” they did.
Going back to the story...as I saw him waving I went and park where he showed me. Only after I got out of the car I saw that it was in front of a house’s gate. So, as I was giving him the “fee” I did the mistake to start a conversation:
ME:”I hope there’s no problem of parking in front of the gate”
HIM: ”No, don’t worry miss, the house is of an old rich man, who calls us half an hour before coming home...he lets us earn our money...”
ME:”OK, then….” (all I could say to that)
THE END
Love u. Take care.
Some nights ago, when I had to meet a friend somewhere in Romana, I had to park in Piata Lahovari, where there are slim chances to find a spot especially if it’s weekend nights. As I was checking out the place for an empty spot I saw in a corner a man waving out at me like crazy.
Even if you are not a driver you must have seen those men and woman, who have improved their carriers from begging or washing windshields in the intersections to offering parking spaces to desperate drivers. I am usually afraid of those guys and give them 2-3 RON although I know they do not deserve them, but I am afraid they will do something to the car if I refuse to pay them for the huge “favor” they did.
Going back to the story...as I saw him waving I went and park where he showed me. Only after I got out of the car I saw that it was in front of a house’s gate. So, as I was giving him the “fee” I did the mistake to start a conversation:
ME:”I hope there’s no problem of parking in front of the gate”
HIM: ”No, don’t worry miss, the house is of an old rich man, who calls us half an hour before coming home...he lets us earn our money...”
ME:”OK, then….” (all I could say to that)
THE END
Love u. Take care.
Friday 25 June 2010
Weddings’ season
The wedding is the most interesting family custom of all. It is also a complex custom which has various traditional forms all over the country and combines economic, law, ritual and folkloric elements. The popular "show" is almost fabulous. The acts from the marriage foundation are ritual and ceremonial meant to bring prosperity, fecundity, happiness and social integration to the young family. In this moment the popular costume gains some specific significances and the act of the ceremony is composed from many customs: the well - wishing at the bride's gate, the dowry dance in the bride's yard and the parents forgiveness, then the wedding at the groom's house, the gifts and the bride's adorning.The musical repertoire is suitable: "the dowry dance", "the big dance", "three times around the table", "the bride's grief song", "the bride's ring dance", "and the big ring dance".
Unfortunately for me I have received in the last period 5 invitations to just events and I really don’t know how to get out of this mess. Today a work colleague reproached me the fact that I said my high school colleagues and friends have priority in front of them. It was the first thing I thought to say in order to excuse somehow my absence from his wedding…it’s lame, I know, but it’s pretty true…if I really have to go to a weeding out of obligation it may as well be to a person I now well.
The first of the series will take place next Saturday, 3rd of July, in Curtea de Arges and as much as I want, because I really can't stand the bride, even though I don’t even know her:)) (laugh all you can) I really…really have to go as the groom is one of my childhood friends.
I am still thinking about the other invitations…I may still have to go to one more, but let’s take them one by one.
Love u. Take care.
Don’t touch my car…
The sun has risen on the street and everything, as black as it may be, looks a lot better. As I was parking my car today in front of the office I noticed on the board of the car next to mine a white paper with the following message “DO NOT TOUCH MY CAR. THIS IS A PUBLIC STREET. THERE ARE NO RESERVED PARKING PLACES”. I looked down to see the number, it was from Bucharest...it must have been a foreign owner, otherwise I cannot explain why a Romanian person would use English to worn someone to stay away from his car…in such cases they usually go deep inside the Romanian language and use words as the ones presented in the previous post.
If that poor guy/woman thinks that the person who has previously “TOUCHED” the car has the necessary brain ability to understand the wonderful English language he/she is so fucking mistaken. Usually the persons that believe that by making something to a car will make it disappear and they’ll have their parking place back aren’t very smart, if I may put it gently. They are such idiots to think that if they succeeded to park the car in the same place twice that place is theirs and no one else can park there. What kind of sick satisfaction can a human being have from scratching a car???I really can’t understand it.
Love u. Take care.
If that poor guy/woman thinks that the person who has previously “TOUCHED” the car has the necessary brain ability to understand the wonderful English language he/she is so fucking mistaken. Usually the persons that believe that by making something to a car will make it disappear and they’ll have their parking place back aren’t very smart, if I may put it gently. They are such idiots to think that if they succeeded to park the car in the same place twice that place is theirs and no one else can park there. What kind of sick satisfaction can a human being have from scratching a car???I really can’t understand it.Love u. Take care.
Thursday 24 June 2010
Tuesday 22 June 2010
Romanian for dummies
When you usually try to learn some terms of another language you start with the greatings and the swearing words.
For people interested how the most "colored" words sound like in English and how they are somehow translated please read the following lines. Take the time and read it all...it is worth it:))
"The Romanian language is considered to have a huge set of inflammatory terms and phrases. Profanities rarely differ from region to region in Romania, but there are differences when taking into account languages related to Romanian, such as the Aromanian and Megleno-Romanian languages. Romanian expletives often refer to both male and female genitalia. Among the most common is "pula mea," an expression that can be literally translated into English as "my cock," but is commonly used simmilary to the English "fuck" or "fucking." In addition to its use as a basic expletive, the phrase can also be used in an adverbial sense. Similarly "pizdă," literally translated as "cunt," can be used as an expletive, often referring to the insulting phrase, "pizda mă-tii," or, "your mother's cunt." This phrase is often used as a reference to the longer, "Du-te-n pizda mă-tii," meaning, "go back in your mother's cunt."
Romanian insults often involve the sexual behavior of men or women. poponar, curist and găozar all are roughly the equivalent of "faggot". Although their literal meaning was initially associated with male homosexuals, they are generally used as depreciating words towards any male, no matter their sexual orientation. "Poponar" literally is close to "bum user", "curist" means "butt user" ("cur" means "butt" in Romanian slang), "găozar" means "ass hole user" ("găoaza"or "gaura curului" mean both "ass hole"). A word formed in a similar manner is pizdar, which is a vulgar equivalent to "womanizer" or "skirt-chaser": someone who is obsessed with women. Bulangiu, which has quite a complex and contradictory formation ("bulan" is the slang for "luck" and also for "leg"), it generally has the meaning of "ass" ("nu fi bulangiu" = "don't be an ass") and is used against a man who is not cooperative, backstabber, ungrateful. It also may be used as an equivalent of "faggot", in gypsy slang. The female version of "bulangiu" may be "bulangioaica" or "bulangie". Lăbar and labagiu or onanist mean "jerk-off" or "jerk". The expression "a-ti trage o laba" means "to jerk off". Although they are literally connected to masturbation, in the spoken language they have the same meaning as "jerk", "ass hole", "ass" when referred to a male individual. A puţoi is the possessor of a puţă (see below). It is a rough equivalent to "punk" or "little prick", that is, an immature boy that tries to act "tough". It literally translates "small dick".
Women usually insulted by comparison with prostitutes. There is a rich vocabulary of insults involving prostitution in Romanian. Prostitutes are referred to as: curvă, târfă, traseistă, zdreanţă, boarfa (borfet), pitipoanca, tomberon (literally garbage can, into which a man unloads), prostituată, ştoarfă, muistă and many others. Muistă refers to a prostitute who specializes in fellatio, or to a woman with an annoying attitude. There is a male equivalent, muist that means "cocksucker". Peşte, which literally means fish, colloquially refers to a pimp. Curvã and târfă are often used to mean "bitch" in Romanian.
Comparison with animals is another common way of insulting people in Romanian. "Scroafă," a word meaning "sow", is often used in the same sense as the English "bitch." Men can be insulted with the term "bou" meaning "ox." Other animals that can be used for insulting people include: goose (gâscă, usually used for women), donkey (măgar), and pig (porc). Nenorocit, originally an old popular phrase, that literally translates as "unlucky", is now used in a powerfully pejorative sense, similarly to "motherfucker" in English. It is used mostly in the vocative form "nenorocitule/nenorocito (masc/fem)". "
Love u. Take care.
For people interested how the most "colored" words sound like in English and how they are somehow translated please read the following lines. Take the time and read it all...it is worth it:))
"The Romanian language is considered to have a huge set of inflammatory terms and phrases. Profanities rarely differ from region to region in Romania, but there are differences when taking into account languages related to Romanian, such as the Aromanian and Megleno-Romanian languages. Romanian expletives often refer to both male and female genitalia. Among the most common is "pula mea," an expression that can be literally translated into English as "my cock," but is commonly used simmilary to the English "fuck" or "fucking." In addition to its use as a basic expletive, the phrase can also be used in an adverbial sense. Similarly "pizdă," literally translated as "cunt," can be used as an expletive, often referring to the insulting phrase, "pizda mă-tii," or, "your mother's cunt." This phrase is often used as a reference to the longer, "Du-te-n pizda mă-tii," meaning, "go back in your mother's cunt."
Romanian insults often involve the sexual behavior of men or women. poponar, curist and găozar all are roughly the equivalent of "faggot". Although their literal meaning was initially associated with male homosexuals, they are generally used as depreciating words towards any male, no matter their sexual orientation. "Poponar" literally is close to "bum user", "curist" means "butt user" ("cur" means "butt" in Romanian slang), "găozar" means "ass hole user" ("găoaza"or "gaura curului" mean both "ass hole"). A word formed in a similar manner is pizdar, which is a vulgar equivalent to "womanizer" or "skirt-chaser": someone who is obsessed with women. Bulangiu, which has quite a complex and contradictory formation ("bulan" is the slang for "luck" and also for "leg"), it generally has the meaning of "ass" ("nu fi bulangiu" = "don't be an ass") and is used against a man who is not cooperative, backstabber, ungrateful. It also may be used as an equivalent of "faggot", in gypsy slang. The female version of "bulangiu" may be "bulangioaica" or "bulangie". Lăbar and labagiu or onanist mean "jerk-off" or "jerk". The expression "a-ti trage o laba" means "to jerk off". Although they are literally connected to masturbation, in the spoken language they have the same meaning as "jerk", "ass hole", "ass" when referred to a male individual. A puţoi is the possessor of a puţă (see below). It is a rough equivalent to "punk" or "little prick", that is, an immature boy that tries to act "tough". It literally translates "small dick".
Women usually insulted by comparison with prostitutes. There is a rich vocabulary of insults involving prostitution in Romanian. Prostitutes are referred to as: curvă, târfă, traseistă, zdreanţă, boarfa (borfet), pitipoanca, tomberon (literally garbage can, into which a man unloads), prostituată, ştoarfă, muistă and many others. Muistă refers to a prostitute who specializes in fellatio, or to a woman with an annoying attitude. There is a male equivalent, muist that means "cocksucker". Peşte, which literally means fish, colloquially refers to a pimp. Curvã and târfă are often used to mean "bitch" in Romanian.
Comparison with animals is another common way of insulting people in Romanian. "Scroafă," a word meaning "sow", is often used in the same sense as the English "bitch." Men can be insulted with the term "bou" meaning "ox." Other animals that can be used for insulting people include: goose (gâscă, usually used for women), donkey (măgar), and pig (porc). Nenorocit, originally an old popular phrase, that literally translates as "unlucky", is now used in a powerfully pejorative sense, similarly to "motherfucker" in English. It is used mostly in the vocative form "nenorocitule/nenorocito (masc/fem)". "
Love u. Take care.
Monday 21 June 2010
Adventure park Brasov...each time different
As planned all week, Sunday in the morning we managed, after talking between us for 1 hour by phone, to leave the wonderful city of Bucharest towards Brasov. As we were getting closer to our destination, the sky was getting black and cloudy, but what the hell…as long as we already left we might as well go until the end. At Breaza it began to rain cats and dogs and some of us were already questioning the success of the trip…but as we passed over the mountains the weather improved and the sun was shining again.
The park was the same, the same routes, but as it had been almost a year since the last time I was there everything was somehow new and interesting. Beside the fact that I will have bruises all over my legs and arms the adventure was amazing, I even succeeded (for me it was an improvement) to cover half of the black route (the most difficult from the park). I will leave the photos to talk more about the experience.
Ready to play...
The park was the same, the same routes, but as it had been almost a year since the last time I was there everything was somehow new and interesting. Beside the fact that I will have bruises all over my legs and arms the adventure was amazing, I even succeeded (for me it was an improvement) to cover half of the black route (the most difficult from the park). I will leave the photos to talk more about the experience.
Ready to play...
Second thoughts?!?
...and here I go:)
...still smiling...
...up...up...I go!
and that's UP!!!
....the most easy and fun part
...with my last breaths
and this was it for me:)
If I may add, it was a strategy to give up there in order to have a reason to come back and finish it some other time.:))
Hope these photos made you curious, for 3 hours and 35 Ron you can have one hell of a time in that park.
Love u. Take care.
Saturday 19 June 2010
Miracles do happen
Although in this period everybody is following the football world championship from Africa, today the Romanians have once more a reason to be proud, the handball male team qualified to the 2011 world championship after a wonderful game with the Russian team. After loosing home with 28-32 they fought for a victory with more then 5 points in order to qualify and they did it. The final score of the second game was 32-37, with the Romanian team continuously leading their adversaries.
Last Saturday I had the chance to go and see them playing in the first game, but I was very disappointed with the defeat and I did not hope for such a final result. At the end of today’s game I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks…the happiness reflected on their faces was overwhelming.
The 2011 championship will take place in Sweden and the draw for the group stage will reveal our future adversaries on the 9th of July. Hope we have an easy group. Until them we can keep our fingers crossed.
Good for you guys. There are still great people which can proudly represent this country in the world.
Love u. Take care.
Last Saturday I had the chance to go and see them playing in the first game, but I was very disappointed with the defeat and I did not hope for such a final result. At the end of today’s game I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks…the happiness reflected on their faces was overwhelming.
The 2011 championship will take place in Sweden and the draw for the group stage will reveal our future adversaries on the 9th of July. Hope we have an easy group. Until them we can keep our fingers crossed.
Good for you guys. There are still great people which can proudly represent this country in the world.
Love u. Take care.
Friday 18 June 2010
You are...invisible
There are many things that I don’t like in this world, many of them because I do not understand them, their utility. One of those things is the “invisible” option from Yahoo Messenger. I really...really can’t understand why people stay online but invisible. What’s the point???
I thought that the purpose of Yahoo Messenger was to have an online connection with your friends…if you keep on hiding from them, why the hell did you add them or even have an account in the first place??? Am I so fucking wrong?
Beside the fact that you are “hiding” behind an ID, behind a computer…you also hide behind this stupid option. I repeat...what’s the point??? Please, I just want one credible and real excuse for such a behavior. Enlighten me!
If you’re invisible you do not exist.:)
Love u.Take care.
I thought that the purpose of Yahoo Messenger was to have an online connection with your friends…if you keep on hiding from them, why the hell did you add them or even have an account in the first place??? Am I so fucking wrong?
Beside the fact that you are “hiding” behind an ID, behind a computer…you also hide behind this stupid option. I repeat...what’s the point??? Please, I just want one credible and real excuse for such a behavior. Enlighten me!
If you’re invisible you do not exist.:)
Love u.Take care.
Wednesday 16 June 2010
I want a Papi too
This evening, as I was coming home from the park I saw a girl between the ground and first floors calling someone. I couldn’t understand at first what she was saying, but as I was heading towards the elevator I was surprised by a little (very little) and very dynamic dog, running and jumping around me as crazy. The owner kept on calling him: “Papi...Papi...come here!” trying to convince the little dog to live me alone. He was so precious that I just had to ask: “Where do you get him from?”. “I received him as a present”, the girl replied.
So, dear friends, in lack of present ideas, feel free and buy me a Papi:))
Love u. Take care.
So, dear friends, in lack of present ideas, feel free and buy me a Papi:))
Love u. Take care.
The sewer caps mania
The photo with the feet round the bottle of wine reminded me of the “sewer caps mania”. It all began in 2007, in the yet so famous eurotrip. I had the idea to take photos of personalized sewer caps as I believe they were indisputable evidence that we where. From the thousands of photos taken in that trip I give you....the sewer caps:
Prague
Berlin
Amsterdam
Brussels
Rijeka
And bonus...
These sweet key chains we bought in front of the Sacre Coeur in Paris. An old man in a wheelchair was making them in less then a minute and sell them 2 euro each. I found his effort admirable, at least he wasn't begging for money.
Love u. Take care.
Prague
Berlin
Amsterdam
Brussels
Rijeka
And bonus...
These sweet key chains we bought in front of the Sacre Coeur in Paris. An old man in a wheelchair was making them in less then a minute and sell them 2 euro each. I found his effort admirable, at least he wasn't begging for money.
Love u. Take care.
The proposal
I’ve just seen a sweet and funny movie, “Leap year”, where a girl gathers up her courage and tries to propose to her boyfriend, and even though some people told her that’s stupid for a woman to propose she just wouldn’t listen. And at the end it stroke me...I am just like her...well I haven't proposed marriage(yet) but I have the habit to propose all kinds of things to all kinds of people, no matter if I am able to do the respective things or if I know the persons. If I find an idea just a little bit exciting and I want to do it, I just need someone to do it with me. I thing there is no person reading this blog, knowing me personally that was not proposed to :))
What can I say...it’s a trait of mine, which is good when my proposal gets accepted but it’s awful when I get rejected. And even if I know there are slim chances for a positive answer I still take my chances. Hope dies last, isn’t that the saying?
Until the next proposal...
Love u. Take care.
What can I say...it’s a trait of mine, which is good when my proposal gets accepted but it’s awful when I get rejected. And even if I know there are slim chances for a positive answer I still take my chances. Hope dies last, isn’t that the saying?
Until the next proposal...
Love u. Take care.
Monday 14 June 2010
Just for laughts 3
Pentru femeile inteligente si cu simtul umorului si barbatii care pot sa accepte asa ceva...
1. EL: Nu stiu de ce porti sutien; nici macar nu ai ce pune in el.
EA: Si tu porti pantaloni, nu-i asa?
2. El: Sa incercam sa schimbam pozitia diseara.
EA: Buna idee! Tu stai la masa de calcat si eu ma intind pe canapea.
3. EL: Ce ai facut cu toti banii pe care ti i-am dat pentru mancare?
EA: Uita-te in oglinda...din profil!
4. Pe un perete dintr-o toaleta de femei scria "Sotul meu ma urmareste tot timpul", iar mai jos scria "Nu este adevarat"
5. Intrebare: De cati barbati inteligenti si iubitori pe lumea asta este nevoie pentru a spala vase?
Raspuns: De amandoi
6. Intrebare: Cum iti dai seama ca un barbat isi face planuri de viitor:
Raspuns: Isi cumpara 2 lazi de bere.
7. Intrebare: Care este diferenta intre barbatiu si titlurile financiare de stat.
Raspuns: Titlurile se maturizeaza.
8. Intrebare: De ce glumele cu blonde nu sunt lungi.
Raspuns: Pentru ca barbatii sa si le aduca aminte.
9. Intrebare: De cati barbati este nevoie pentru a schimba o rola de hartie idenica.
Nu se cunoaste raspunsul; inca nu s-a intamplat asa ceva.
10. Intrebare: De ce este dificil sa gasesti barbati sensibili, iubitori si chipesi?
Raspuns: Pentru ca u toti iubit.
11. Intrebare: Cum se numeste o femeie care stie in fiecare noapte unde este sotul ei?
Raspuns: Vaduva.
12. Intrebare: De ce sunt femeile casatorite mai corpolente decat cele necasatorite?
Raspuns: Femeile necasatorite vin acasa, vad ce este in frigider si se duc in pat. femeile casatorite vin acasa, vad ce este in pat si...se duc la frigider.
13. Intrebare: Ce lucru au in comun toti barbatii care se duc la carciuma?
Raspuns: sunt casatoriti.
14. Barbatul il intreaba pe Dumnezeu: "Doamne de ce ai facut femeia asa de frumoasa?" Dumnezeu ii raspunde: "Pentru ca tu sa o iubesti.". "Dar Doamne", spune barbatul, "de ce ai facut-o asa de proasta?". Dumnezeu raspunde: "Pentru ca ea sa te poate iubi."
1. EL: Nu stiu de ce porti sutien; nici macar nu ai ce pune in el.
EA: Si tu porti pantaloni, nu-i asa?
2. El: Sa incercam sa schimbam pozitia diseara.
EA: Buna idee! Tu stai la masa de calcat si eu ma intind pe canapea.
3. EL: Ce ai facut cu toti banii pe care ti i-am dat pentru mancare?
EA: Uita-te in oglinda...din profil!
4. Pe un perete dintr-o toaleta de femei scria "Sotul meu ma urmareste tot timpul", iar mai jos scria "Nu este adevarat"
5. Intrebare: De cati barbati inteligenti si iubitori pe lumea asta este nevoie pentru a spala vase?
Raspuns: De amandoi
6. Intrebare: Cum iti dai seama ca un barbat isi face planuri de viitor:
Raspuns: Isi cumpara 2 lazi de bere.
7. Intrebare: Care este diferenta intre barbatiu si titlurile financiare de stat.
Raspuns: Titlurile se maturizeaza.
8. Intrebare: De ce glumele cu blonde nu sunt lungi.
Raspuns: Pentru ca barbatii sa si le aduca aminte.
9. Intrebare: De cati barbati este nevoie pentru a schimba o rola de hartie idenica.
Nu se cunoaste raspunsul; inca nu s-a intamplat asa ceva.
10. Intrebare: De ce este dificil sa gasesti barbati sensibili, iubitori si chipesi?
Raspuns: Pentru ca u toti iubit.
11. Intrebare: Cum se numeste o femeie care stie in fiecare noapte unde este sotul ei?
Raspuns: Vaduva.
12. Intrebare: De ce sunt femeile casatorite mai corpolente decat cele necasatorite?
Raspuns: Femeile necasatorite vin acasa, vad ce este in frigider si se duc in pat. femeile casatorite vin acasa, vad ce este in pat si...se duc la frigider.
13. Intrebare: Ce lucru au in comun toti barbatii care se duc la carciuma?
Raspuns: sunt casatoriti.
14. Barbatul il intreaba pe Dumnezeu: "Doamne de ce ai facut femeia asa de frumoasa?" Dumnezeu ii raspunde: "Pentru ca tu sa o iubesti.". "Dar Doamne", spune barbatul, "de ce ai facut-o asa de proasta?". Dumnezeu raspunde: "Pentru ca ea sa te poate iubi."
Sunday 13 June 2010
Pringles and sex.
Last night I went and saw Sex and the city 2. It was fun, I enjoyed it very much but I should warn the future volunteers that it’s a girls’ movie and can be quite boring for the male audience. Afterwards I went out for a drink and a little gossip with an old good friend of mine. I have noticed that I am very proud to show around my new and wonderful tattoo, although almost everybody ask me how am I going to feel when I’ll be old and with a fairy tattooed on my back...and the answer is always the same, I hope I get to that age and then think how I am going to manage my tattoo.
Coming back to the subject…as the movie was about sex I remembered something an old guy friend told me once, trying, I think, to justify the continuous need of men to have sex (I did not say addiction:)). It was such a wise thought that I couldn’t help and took it literally. I believe you all known the famous brand of chips Pringles and their logo: “Once you pop, it you can stop it”. According to my friend, sex is like Pringles, once you begin having sex with a new partner you cannot have enough. I haven’t get quite at that point where I badly crave for sex so I really cannot agree with that, I just find it interesting how a man made the connection between food and sex trying to justify his or maybe his partner's (I’m not putting all the blame on the man) need of sex. One in all it’s also quite funny.:))
Love u. Take care.
Coming back to the subject…as the movie was about sex I remembered something an old guy friend told me once, trying, I think, to justify the continuous need of men to have sex (I did not say addiction:)). It was such a wise thought that I couldn’t help and took it literally. I believe you all known the famous brand of chips Pringles and their logo: “Once you pop, it you can stop it”. According to my friend, sex is like Pringles, once you begin having sex with a new partner you cannot have enough. I haven’t get quite at that point where I badly crave for sex so I really cannot agree with that, I just find it interesting how a man made the connection between food and sex trying to justify his or maybe his partner's (I’m not putting all the blame on the man) need of sex. One in all it’s also quite funny.:))
Love u. Take care.
Saturday 12 June 2010
Friends more than ever
Summer has finally began...temperatures are reaching unthinkable limits and it’s getting harder to live with the heat. That’s why today I’ve chose to stay home. I hoped I get to make my speech for the presentation, but that was too much. I took advantage of the fact that my apartment mates left and did some serious cleaning in all the apartment...I don’t know why but I enjoy, if I can use this verb, cleaning only when I am the only person in the house...ooooo well, at least I did something constructive:)
After that I tried to get some sleep, but did not succeed and sitting back in my bed I started thinking of how the last week went, what happened and what will happen in the next days. Some days ago I was talking with a colleague from work and I was telling her about the night at Excalibur and she was amazed to find out that we have succeed to meet so many people in one place (17) and said something that made me wonder...”mada, you have so many friends”.
It’s quite difficult to define friendship and different persons have different views on what a person has to do to be their friend. I don’t have a best friend, or a top 10...I just have an amazing group of people with whom I enjoy spending time with, anywhere, anytime. The core of the group, if I can say so, are my high school colleagues. It’s pretty amazing how we managed to stick together after leaving home taking into consideration that during high school we weren’t so united…our class master, God rest his soul, said, we are intelligent young men with great personalities. Leaving home, coming into a strange, big city united us, as there were no other persons most of us knew in Bucharest. That’s how we began to spend more time together, spending our holidays, our anniversaries…important and casual time, enjoying each ones company.
During time each one of us has brought other persons in the group and that’s how now we can gather even 17 persons at an event.
Through this post I just want to thank all those persons, they know who I’m talking about, for all the time spent together...you are all great people and I am a very lucky girl for knowing you.
Love u. Take care.
After that I tried to get some sleep, but did not succeed and sitting back in my bed I started thinking of how the last week went, what happened and what will happen in the next days. Some days ago I was talking with a colleague from work and I was telling her about the night at Excalibur and she was amazed to find out that we have succeed to meet so many people in one place (17) and said something that made me wonder...”mada, you have so many friends”.
It’s quite difficult to define friendship and different persons have different views on what a person has to do to be their friend. I don’t have a best friend, or a top 10...I just have an amazing group of people with whom I enjoy spending time with, anywhere, anytime. The core of the group, if I can say so, are my high school colleagues. It’s pretty amazing how we managed to stick together after leaving home taking into consideration that during high school we weren’t so united…our class master, God rest his soul, said, we are intelligent young men with great personalities. Leaving home, coming into a strange, big city united us, as there were no other persons most of us knew in Bucharest. That’s how we began to spend more time together, spending our holidays, our anniversaries…important and casual time, enjoying each ones company.
During time each one of us has brought other persons in the group and that’s how now we can gather even 17 persons at an event.
Through this post I just want to thank all those persons, they know who I’m talking about, for all the time spent together...you are all great people and I am a very lucky girl for knowing you.
Love u. Take care.
Friday 11 June 2010
The amazing human body
Last night I went out with some friends in Excalibur, a place where they serve huge plates with meat, potatoes and some vegetables. We’ve made quite a tradition. One month ago when we first went there we were 10, now I think at one moment we were 17:). You should think we should have learned from the last time how much we can eat and drink in one night...but no, we didn’t, so at the end there was still plenty of food left (at least this time we asked to take it home).
I began with this brief story because I want to talk about the amazing human body and how well a person really knows his body. I sometimes get scared of my own body. We frequently make the mistake and take it for granted, believing that nothing bad can happen as we are young and strong...well it’s not like that anymore. I’m not going to start talking about the ugly things that can happen to a body while for example is “eaten” from inside out by a cancer...this should be a funny post, that is why I give 10 of the most (from my point of view) interesting things about a human body:
1. In a lifetime, the average person produces about 25,000 quarts of saliva, enough to fill two swimming pools.
2. Your nose can remember 50,000 different scents.
3. Scientists say the higher your I.Q. The more you dream.
4. There are as many hairs per square inch on your body as a chimpanzee. You don’t see all of them because most are too fine and light to be noticed.
5. The highest recorded speed of a sneeze is 165 km per hour.
6. Kissing can aid in reducing tooth decay. This is because the extra saliva helps in keeping the mouth clean.
7. Scientists say that babies that are breastfed are more likely to be slimmer as adults than those that are not breastfed.
8. The average person walks the equivalent of twice around the world in a lifetime.
9. One human hair can support 3 kgs of weight.
10. The average person falls asleep in about 12 to 14 minutes.
Despite all the amazing things it can do, this gadget named “the human body” needs considerable attention and caution from the one controlling it. We sometimes forget that it’s something physic, that can get hurt and even destroyed and only when it really fights back through pain we panic and “feed” it with chemicals, which may, for the moment take the pain away, but on the long run intoxicates your body.
Nowadays it’s almost impossible to have a healthy life, as everything we eat is contaminated, the air we breathe, the water we drink, the whole fucking planet are polluted...what is there left to do???
I am the master of my own body, but unfortunately I cannot control all the factors affecting it. Each one has his obsessions about this issue and thinks it has the solution for good life and many of them, sticking to those obsessions get to have a happy life, no matter for how many years.
I wish you all a long, healthy and happy life.
Love u. Take care.
I began with this brief story because I want to talk about the amazing human body and how well a person really knows his body. I sometimes get scared of my own body. We frequently make the mistake and take it for granted, believing that nothing bad can happen as we are young and strong...well it’s not like that anymore. I’m not going to start talking about the ugly things that can happen to a body while for example is “eaten” from inside out by a cancer...this should be a funny post, that is why I give 10 of the most (from my point of view) interesting things about a human body:
1. In a lifetime, the average person produces about 25,000 quarts of saliva, enough to fill two swimming pools.
2. Your nose can remember 50,000 different scents.
3. Scientists say the higher your I.Q. The more you dream.
4. There are as many hairs per square inch on your body as a chimpanzee. You don’t see all of them because most are too fine and light to be noticed.
5. The highest recorded speed of a sneeze is 165 km per hour.
6. Kissing can aid in reducing tooth decay. This is because the extra saliva helps in keeping the mouth clean.
7. Scientists say that babies that are breastfed are more likely to be slimmer as adults than those that are not breastfed.
8. The average person walks the equivalent of twice around the world in a lifetime.
9. One human hair can support 3 kgs of weight.
10. The average person falls asleep in about 12 to 14 minutes.
Despite all the amazing things it can do, this gadget named “the human body” needs considerable attention and caution from the one controlling it. We sometimes forget that it’s something physic, that can get hurt and even destroyed and only when it really fights back through pain we panic and “feed” it with chemicals, which may, for the moment take the pain away, but on the long run intoxicates your body.
Nowadays it’s almost impossible to have a healthy life, as everything we eat is contaminated, the air we breathe, the water we drink, the whole fucking planet are polluted...what is there left to do???
I am the master of my own body, but unfortunately I cannot control all the factors affecting it. Each one has his obsessions about this issue and thinks it has the solution for good life and many of them, sticking to those obsessions get to have a happy life, no matter for how many years.
I wish you all a long, healthy and happy life.
Love u. Take care.
Thursday 10 June 2010
Visual disaster
Last night as I was coming home from the movies (btw WebSiteStory is really great, I recommend it) I had a visual shock...as I was driving on C.A.Rosetti Street I saw the fattest, ugliest prostitute I have ever seen. You may ask how many did I see to have such an opinion. Well I think I saw enough in this life and last night I saw the cherry on the cake:)
My encounters with prostitutes began 4 years ago in Amsterdam when I saw in the red district some awful creatures trying to attract customers (I am really sorry I offended them but they looked like hell). Since then I began to see them in Romania too...Calea Grivitei, CA Rosetti are full of such characters.
A few weekends ago I even had the opportunity to see our neighbor’s, the Bulgarians, prostitutes :)) I don’t even what to remember...at least in Bucharest they stay on the streets only at night but there they were out in plain day...
But last night, that woman was horror...I really don’t understand what man, in his full intellectual capacity, stops at such a sight. But what do I know about men’s intellectual capacity...at long as it has a vagina, breasts and a wide, juicy mouth it really does not matter how much she weighs...
I’ll stop here before people say I hate men...I don’t hate them, I just don’t get the way their brain function:)
Love u. Take care.
My encounters with prostitutes began 4 years ago in Amsterdam when I saw in the red district some awful creatures trying to attract customers (I am really sorry I offended them but they looked like hell). Since then I began to see them in Romania too...Calea Grivitei, CA Rosetti are full of such characters.
A few weekends ago I even had the opportunity to see our neighbor’s, the Bulgarians, prostitutes :)) I don’t even what to remember...at least in Bucharest they stay on the streets only at night but there they were out in plain day...
But last night, that woman was horror...I really don’t understand what man, in his full intellectual capacity, stops at such a sight. But what do I know about men’s intellectual capacity...at long as it has a vagina, breasts and a wide, juicy mouth it really does not matter how much she weighs...
I’ll stop here before people say I hate men...I don’t hate them, I just don’t get the way their brain function:)
Love u. Take care.
Wednesday 9 June 2010
funny story
Once upon a time there was a boy who asked a girl's hand in mariage...
The girl said NO
And she lived happely ever after...
without washing stuff...
without cooking...
without ironing...
just going out with her friends...
sleeping with who she wants...
spending her money for herself...
without working for anybody.
THE END
The problem is that when we were little they didn't tell this story.
Instead they fooled us with the long version of Prince Charming.
Love u. Take care.
The girl said NO
And she lived happely ever after...
without washing stuff...
without cooking...
without ironing...
just going out with her friends...
sleeping with who she wants...
spending her money for herself...
without working for anybody.
THE END
The problem is that when we were little they didn't tell this story.
Instead they fooled us with the long version of Prince Charming.
Love u. Take care.
10 things
10 things I like to do that make me happy (not precisely in this order):
1. Traveling...anywhere, anytime...just need some volunteers crazy ass motherfuckers like me:)
2. Driving...also anywhere, anytime, as long as I have money to buy gas
3. Riding my bike...an old habit which with the help of my friends I got to rediscover
4. Hanging out with friends...I love to be surrounded by people
5. Getting into arguments...if you didn’t get into an argument with me it means you don’t know me
6. Going to the movies...I think you’re already sick and tired of all my invitations
7. Celebrating...I mostly like to celebrate birthdays as I think that day is the most important day of the year.
8. Wearing high heels...even though I am pretty tall I just love to be even taller:)...it’s a sick feeling that I can’t truly explain, but it’s great
9. Playing/taking care of animals...I always enjoy the presence of an animal, but unfortunately for me, right now the conditions I leave in don’t allow me to have a pet.
10. Doing unique/crazy things...I may say I am an adrenalin junky but it’s a little too much, I just like to experiment:)
What’s your list?
Love u. Take care.
1. Traveling...anywhere, anytime...just need some volunteers crazy ass motherfuckers like me:)
2. Driving...also anywhere, anytime, as long as I have money to buy gas
3. Riding my bike...an old habit which with the help of my friends I got to rediscover
4. Hanging out with friends...I love to be surrounded by people
5. Getting into arguments...if you didn’t get into an argument with me it means you don’t know me
6. Going to the movies...I think you’re already sick and tired of all my invitations
7. Celebrating...I mostly like to celebrate birthdays as I think that day is the most important day of the year.
8. Wearing high heels...even though I am pretty tall I just love to be even taller:)...it’s a sick feeling that I can’t truly explain, but it’s great
9. Playing/taking care of animals...I always enjoy the presence of an animal, but unfortunately for me, right now the conditions I leave in don’t allow me to have a pet.
10. Doing unique/crazy things...I may say I am an adrenalin junky but it’s a little too much, I just like to experiment:)
What’s your list?
Love u. Take care.
Tuesday 8 June 2010
Sf Gheorghe vs Vama Veche
As I was in the spirit of the film festival, today when a colleague asked me to write an article for the internal magazin I said I'll write about the delta and the festival, maybe this way I'll have more success in convincing people.
Visiting the oficial site of the festival for more imformation I found the following film, which I think is absolutely brilliant.
Love u. Take care.
Visiting the oficial site of the festival for more imformation I found the following film, which I think is absolutely brilliant.
Love u. Take care.
Monday 7 June 2010
The great land of Danube’s Delta
Talking today with a friend I realized that the next event on the list this summer is the film festival (Anonimul) from Sf. Gheorghe (Danube’s Delta). From my point of view that delta is the most wonderful place in this country and that festival one of the most important events. Since the eleventh grade, when I was for the first time in the Delta, I’ve tried to get there each summer. I have encountered difficulties in convincing people to come with me as most of my friends are afraid of those terrible monsters named “mosquitoes”.
Despite the continuous rejections I did not give up and last year I got 3 other persons to come with me and now it’s fun watching them trying to convince other people. They got the bug:))
Trying to get again in the spirit of the event I clicked through last year’s picture and here’s some of them:
the sweet feeling of sand between your toes...
windy day...
crowded campus...
the festival...
and of course I had to do something crazy:))
Can't wait for this year's festival:))
P.S.: if you're interested visit the site for more information.
Love u. Take care.
Despite the continuous rejections I did not give up and last year I got 3 other persons to come with me and now it’s fun watching them trying to convince other people. They got the bug:))
Trying to get again in the spirit of the event I clicked through last year’s picture and here’s some of them:
the sweet feeling of sand between your toes...
windy day...
crowded campus...
the festival...
and of course I had to do something crazy:))
Can't wait for this year's festival:))
P.S.: if you're interested visit the site for more information.
Love u. Take care.
Just for laughts 2
In a “short and brief” work break I was just looking around the folders I usually name “stuff” on the desktop as there is almost always something to laugh about...and I did find something. The following picture believe it or not was taken in the center of great Copenhagen, the Danish capital...:)) The simple explanation (for the man) is that in Denmark people drink more beer than water. And lately so do dogs:))
Me and my friends actually stood there, near that men to see if either one of them were alive...we were making jokes regarding who’s more drunk, the man or the dog:)), but a fact was for sure, the dog was more hippy :))
Love u. Take care.
Me and my friends actually stood there, near that men to see if either one of them were alive...we were making jokes regarding who’s more drunk, the man or the dog:)), but a fact was for sure, the dog was more hippy :))
Love u. Take care.
Saturday 5 June 2010
Dorind sa fiu iarasi copil...
Postarea asta merita limba romana si spatiu...mult spatiu, desi nu cred ca ar exista destul sa pot exprima tot cea ce am simtit vineri seara cand am ajuns acasa, acasa in Arges.
Este trist sa iti dai seama ca ai crescut, ca oamenii in jurul tau si ei au imbatranit...dar este incredibil de frumos sa vezi ca locurile, "plaiurile", unde ai crescut, unde ti-ai petrecut primi 18 ani din viata nu s-au schimbat aproape de loc.
Venind aseara din Bucuresti spre casa, inca de la intrarea in oras (din dreptul benzinariei petrom - pentru cunoscatori) m-a cuprins o nostalgie nebuna. Nu mai venisem acasa de o luna si ceva, dar parca nu asta era problema, totul mi se parea pur si simplu frumos.
Curtea de Arges este intradevar un oras mic, fara prea mult viitor pentru un tanar, tocmai de aceea nu imi fac sperante sa pot sa am o viata aici, dar chiar este un oras foarte frumos si nu vreau sa ii fac publicitate. Aici parca viata are alt ritm, timpul curge altfel, lumea este mai linistita, mai fericita...un mic paradis:)
In aceasta perioada a anului totul este inverzit, dealurile inconjurand valea Argesului ofera culori de nedescris, muntii Fagaras care se vad in zare, inca mai au varfurile acoperite de zapada...pur si simplu natura si-a cam facut de cap p'aici. Zic chestiile astea de parca ar fi pentru prima data cand le vad...dar am trait 18 ani aici si chiar am ramas uimita sa vad ca am ajuns ca bucurestenii aceia care se minuneaza la vederea unei vaci pe strada sau a unei carute cu cal.
Intorcandu-ne pe meleagurile argesene si apropo de vaci, in drum spre casa matusii mele am dat peste cireada de vaci care se intorcea de la pascut. Am inceput sa fac slalom cu masina printre balegile de pe drum si vacile plictisite care inca mai rumegau...am scapat mai ieftin decat ma asteptam. Ajunsa la matusa mea, inca de cand m-am dat jos din masina m-a izbit un miros puternic de salcam, care masca cu succes mirosul de balega de pe rotile masinii mele:)) Totul era la fel, islazul de vis-a vis de casa, casele in sine, drumul (din pacate)...numai ca de data asta in loc sa ma astepte doi copilasi, mi-au iesit in cale doi tineri care deja m-au depasit in inaltime (verisori mei).
Poti sa iti dai seama inca de la intrarea in curte ca matusa mea are o gospoderie pe cinste. Perechea de bibilici(cine nu stie cum arata sa dea un google scurt) au inceput sa "vorbeasca" zgomotos. Curcanul nu s-a lasam mai prejos si m-a salutat si el:)Intotdeauna mi-au placut animalele, de orice fel si marime,(nu am fost "agresata" de nici un animal in copilarie) dar acum era perioada puilor si de aceea am simtit nevoia sa le fac o mica inspectie. Prima oprire puii de iepure:)...7 la numar, destul de marisori (am luat unul la ciufulit) mancau de zor din ieslea cu iarba proaspata, in timp ce mamicuta lor era tinuta separat, intrucat astepta alti puiuti, ca deee, doar este iepuroaica, se respecta:)) Urmatorii au fost bobocii de gasca, care inca mai aveau puful pe ei, mi-a fost lene sa alerg dupa ei, desi mi-ar fi placut sa smotocesc unu:)Urmatoarea opire, sus in deal, unde dupa un gard de uluci se vedeau 3 vitelusi:))...aici m-am multumit doar cu admiratu':)Coborand spre casa am avut ocazia sa ma joc si cu catelusu' pe care varul meu il are de la perechea mea de caini, un catel alb, cu urechile maronii, plin de viata si energie. Daca tot am vorbit de caini, sa amintim si faptul ca pisica tocmai fatase 3 pisioiasi pe care ii tinea ascunsi in podul bucatariei (normal ca eu am inteles ca sunt in alt pod pe care l-am devastat fara succes, dar mai am si maine o sansa:)) Toata gospodaria era animata si emana energie din toate partile. Eu nici nu mi-as putea imagina copilaria fara toate acestea. Imi pare rau ca nu am avut un aparat foto ca sa pot ilustra toate aceste frumuseti, dar va invit sa ne faceti o vizita sa vedeti personal.
O mica si finala cncluzie este ca oamenii trec, se schimba, insa locurile raman la fel.
Este trist sa iti dai seama ca ai crescut, ca oamenii in jurul tau si ei au imbatranit...dar este incredibil de frumos sa vezi ca locurile, "plaiurile", unde ai crescut, unde ti-ai petrecut primi 18 ani din viata nu s-au schimbat aproape de loc.
Venind aseara din Bucuresti spre casa, inca de la intrarea in oras (din dreptul benzinariei petrom - pentru cunoscatori) m-a cuprins o nostalgie nebuna. Nu mai venisem acasa de o luna si ceva, dar parca nu asta era problema, totul mi se parea pur si simplu frumos.
Curtea de Arges este intradevar un oras mic, fara prea mult viitor pentru un tanar, tocmai de aceea nu imi fac sperante sa pot sa am o viata aici, dar chiar este un oras foarte frumos si nu vreau sa ii fac publicitate. Aici parca viata are alt ritm, timpul curge altfel, lumea este mai linistita, mai fericita...un mic paradis:)
In aceasta perioada a anului totul este inverzit, dealurile inconjurand valea Argesului ofera culori de nedescris, muntii Fagaras care se vad in zare, inca mai au varfurile acoperite de zapada...pur si simplu natura si-a cam facut de cap p'aici. Zic chestiile astea de parca ar fi pentru prima data cand le vad...dar am trait 18 ani aici si chiar am ramas uimita sa vad ca am ajuns ca bucurestenii aceia care se minuneaza la vederea unei vaci pe strada sau a unei carute cu cal.
Intorcandu-ne pe meleagurile argesene si apropo de vaci, in drum spre casa matusii mele am dat peste cireada de vaci care se intorcea de la pascut. Am inceput sa fac slalom cu masina printre balegile de pe drum si vacile plictisite care inca mai rumegau...am scapat mai ieftin decat ma asteptam. Ajunsa la matusa mea, inca de cand m-am dat jos din masina m-a izbit un miros puternic de salcam, care masca cu succes mirosul de balega de pe rotile masinii mele:)) Totul era la fel, islazul de vis-a vis de casa, casele in sine, drumul (din pacate)...numai ca de data asta in loc sa ma astepte doi copilasi, mi-au iesit in cale doi tineri care deja m-au depasit in inaltime (verisori mei).
Poti sa iti dai seama inca de la intrarea in curte ca matusa mea are o gospoderie pe cinste. Perechea de bibilici(cine nu stie cum arata sa dea un google scurt) au inceput sa "vorbeasca" zgomotos. Curcanul nu s-a lasam mai prejos si m-a salutat si el:)Intotdeauna mi-au placut animalele, de orice fel si marime,(nu am fost "agresata" de nici un animal in copilarie) dar acum era perioada puilor si de aceea am simtit nevoia sa le fac o mica inspectie. Prima oprire puii de iepure:)...7 la numar, destul de marisori (am luat unul la ciufulit) mancau de zor din ieslea cu iarba proaspata, in timp ce mamicuta lor era tinuta separat, intrucat astepta alti puiuti, ca deee, doar este iepuroaica, se respecta:)) Urmatorii au fost bobocii de gasca, care inca mai aveau puful pe ei, mi-a fost lene sa alerg dupa ei, desi mi-ar fi placut sa smotocesc unu:)Urmatoarea opire, sus in deal, unde dupa un gard de uluci se vedeau 3 vitelusi:))...aici m-am multumit doar cu admiratu':)Coborand spre casa am avut ocazia sa ma joc si cu catelusu' pe care varul meu il are de la perechea mea de caini, un catel alb, cu urechile maronii, plin de viata si energie. Daca tot am vorbit de caini, sa amintim si faptul ca pisica tocmai fatase 3 pisioiasi pe care ii tinea ascunsi in podul bucatariei (normal ca eu am inteles ca sunt in alt pod pe care l-am devastat fara succes, dar mai am si maine o sansa:)) Toata gospodaria era animata si emana energie din toate partile. Eu nici nu mi-as putea imagina copilaria fara toate acestea. Imi pare rau ca nu am avut un aparat foto ca sa pot ilustra toate aceste frumuseti, dar va invit sa ne faceti o vizita sa vedeti personal.
O mica si finala cncluzie este ca oamenii trec, se schimba, insa locurile raman la fel.
Friday 4 June 2010
One step closer...
Today I’m happy, at this very moment in time and space I am satisfied with the work I did. It doesn’t matter that I had to do my photos again (as the ones I took 2 days ago I forgot them home), or that I had to spent an hour in traffic just to go to school to submit my dissertation paper…nothing else matters…the important thing is that I got rid of this pain in the ass.
Now, that that’s over I can have more happy issues on my mind. Like for example enjoy more of myself and my friends. Although I said it so many times, and I still sustain it, I hate this fucking city, sometimes it can get very pleasant. I got to the conclusion that the people you are with affect more a situation than the place you are in.
For example last night I went out for a drink in the old town center, more exactly at “Curtea Berarilor”. I was surprised to see that although it was Thursday all the little, paved streets were full, crowded with all kinds of people, some just passing through, others sipping from a cup of coffee or a glass of beer. And they say people are poor...
Ok, never mind them, let’s go back to “Curtea Berarilor”, which was also very crowded, but despite the noise, the music, people celebrating around us, we enjoyed ourselves just by the fact that we were all together, talking, planning, drinking...for me one beer was enough :) to take me to bed. I sipped all night from a bottle until I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any more :)...I was so fucking tired :). Fortunately for me so were most of the others.
Now, it’s about 11 and around 12 there will be a party for the kids of the employees for 1st of June, a little late, but better late than never :). Yupeeee:))
I hope this working day ends soon, so I can go home and enjoy the weekend.
Love u. Take care.
Now, that that’s over I can have more happy issues on my mind. Like for example enjoy more of myself and my friends. Although I said it so many times, and I still sustain it, I hate this fucking city, sometimes it can get very pleasant. I got to the conclusion that the people you are with affect more a situation than the place you are in.
For example last night I went out for a drink in the old town center, more exactly at “Curtea Berarilor”. I was surprised to see that although it was Thursday all the little, paved streets were full, crowded with all kinds of people, some just passing through, others sipping from a cup of coffee or a glass of beer. And they say people are poor...
Ok, never mind them, let’s go back to “Curtea Berarilor”, which was also very crowded, but despite the noise, the music, people celebrating around us, we enjoyed ourselves just by the fact that we were all together, talking, planning, drinking...for me one beer was enough :) to take me to bed. I sipped all night from a bottle until I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any more :)...I was so fucking tired :). Fortunately for me so were most of the others.
Now, it’s about 11 and around 12 there will be a party for the kids of the employees for 1st of June, a little late, but better late than never :). Yupeeee:))
I hope this working day ends soon, so I can go home and enjoy the weekend.
Love u. Take care.
Thursday 3 June 2010
Holly shit...
As boring and annoying are the things I have to do at work, sometimes the environment can get quite nice. There are moments, very few I may say, when we find a subject of discussion that becomes a wonderful debate.
There are 7 persons, including me, in the office, 3 men and 4 women. The age range is from 24 years to 50 years. Today in a moment of total enlightenment, I suppose, the elder colleague, felt the need to tell us that she has 13 years left of activity until her retirement. At first I didn’t process the information, as I don’t even conceive the thought of retirement. Even 13 years of work sounded excruciating for me...so what can I say about my 39 years left:)...much more than my current age...it’s hilarious and dramatic at the same time.
And the funniest thing is that I am already tired of work, after only 2 years:). “Fortunately” for me I won’t live to get to the retirement. Following the life history of my family I should die around the age of 37, so why bother...
Love u. Take care.
There are 7 persons, including me, in the office, 3 men and 4 women. The age range is from 24 years to 50 years. Today in a moment of total enlightenment, I suppose, the elder colleague, felt the need to tell us that she has 13 years left of activity until her retirement. At first I didn’t process the information, as I don’t even conceive the thought of retirement. Even 13 years of work sounded excruciating for me...so what can I say about my 39 years left:)...much more than my current age...it’s hilarious and dramatic at the same time.
And the funniest thing is that I am already tired of work, after only 2 years:). “Fortunately” for me I won’t live to get to the retirement. Following the life history of my family I should die around the age of 37, so why bother...
Love u. Take care.
Is it weird I want summer to end already?
It’s Thursday, I am 24 years and 141 days old today...just a fact. As I was filling in some working papers in my daily activity I stopped for a moment and stared at my blue finger nails lying on the keyboard. I’m not in the mood of working today...I get that a lot in the last period, probably because summer is coming and I just cannot stand the thought of sitting in an office all summer and work.
And in those moments when I realize that i won’t be doing anything until August I start contemplating my plans for the autumn. My “EMO” fingernails reminded me of a very important event, the Scorpions concert. A few weekends ago when we went to Veliko Tarnovo we had the opportunity to buy tickets to their concert in Sofia. One little detail...the concert is in October, but we have the tickets, so it’s a sure weekend.:)
To get into the mood of the concert I give you...”rock you like a hurricane” :)
Love u. Take care.
And in those moments when I realize that i won’t be doing anything until August I start contemplating my plans for the autumn. My “EMO” fingernails reminded me of a very important event, the Scorpions concert. A few weekends ago when we went to Veliko Tarnovo we had the opportunity to buy tickets to their concert in Sofia. One little detail...the concert is in October, but we have the tickets, so it’s a sure weekend.:)
To get into the mood of the concert I give you...”rock you like a hurricane” :)
Love u. Take care.
Tuesday 1 June 2010
Almost there...
When I woke up today and saw how cloudy and dark was outside I took a large breath of air and prepare myself for another awful day. Did I forget to say that this was the day the subway was closed?? So, we have rain, we don’t have subway, in consequence we have one hell of a traffic...
Big was my surprise when I got to the office in only 30 minutes by car…I was even able to find a nice, comfortable parking place. Well, what can I say...it was 7.45:)
The day at the office was not extraordinary, but what defiantly worth mentioned here is that it was the day I finished my dissertation paper...uhuuuu...good for me:) As great this moment may be, there is still one more day to overcome, the presentation (and one hell of an ordeal in preparing it) and only then we’ll celebrate properly.
Until that moments comes keep your finger crossed for me:)
Love u. Take care.
Big was my surprise when I got to the office in only 30 minutes by car…I was even able to find a nice, comfortable parking place. Well, what can I say...it was 7.45:)
The day at the office was not extraordinary, but what defiantly worth mentioned here is that it was the day I finished my dissertation paper...uhuuuu...good for me:) As great this moment may be, there is still one more day to overcome, the presentation (and one hell of an ordeal in preparing it) and only then we’ll celebrate properly.
Until that moments comes keep your finger crossed for me:)
Love u. Take care.
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