Gentlemen still exist

Today was an awful day. Since the very beginning, bright and early in the morning, I had a strange sensation, a creepy, unexplainable anxiety...

I got the wonderful idea to go to the doctor today, who’s office is at Militari Hospital, pretty far from my house...but what the hell, I’ll enjoy the bike ride. I got there around 5 and waited for the doctor until 6.30. Meanwhile a nice, little, angry storm begun...good I was with my bike, no?!?!

I’ve tried to call for a cab but no one would take me and my bike...so I tied the bike and left alone with a cab. As it was rush hour and it was also pouring as hell everyone was in traffic...after a little negotiation with the taxi driver concerning the less crowded way, we found a pretty good solution, which took me home in about 30 minutes.

Around 9.30 in the evening I though it was about time to get my bike back, so I jumped into my car and went to the hospital. The 2 soldiers guarding the entrance to the hospital gave me a suspicious look so I felt the need to tell them what I had to do. Fortunately they were very understanding.

As I was getting closer to the place I had left my bike my heart was speeding up with fear it had been stolen (the guy I bought the antitheft device told me I should use it for 15-20 min – my bike stood there about 5 hours:))). Fortunately for me, people coming to the hospital have more serious problems then stealing a bike.

The next 15 minutes were tragic and funny at the same time. I had a small car and a big bike. Of course the plan I had conceived at home did not apply in real life...so that’s how I ended up trying to break my bike into pieces.

As I was probably looking very helpless, one of the soldiers felt the need to come and help me. At first he also tried to break it into smaller pieces, but then we both realized that the back seats fold:))) Two heads think better then one...and one men is stronger then one woman, it may be painful for my ego, but it’s true.

It’s nice to see that some still help unknown helpless people. Thank you again mystery young man soldier.

Love you. Take care.

P.S. Historical day

oooooo ya...if somehow you're wandering what it is...it's a little fairy and I have chosen it because even if some may say I am a very mean on the outside, I am nice and sweet on the inside :)

Historical day

Yesterday was a day I will probably remember for the rest of my life, the day I got my first tattoo.

Bright and shine in the morning, me and 3 of my friends left for Sibiu (I wrote some time ago about the Tattoo Expo). The process involving the creation of the tattoo was not as painful or as long as I expected it to be. The moments before that were kind of difficult as I was trying to gather all of the courage I’ve needed to do this step. Fortunately for me, I’ve found I guy who worked pretty nice and pretty fast, in about 40 minutes I was ready…I’ll let you see the transformation in the following photos.

Before...


...making off...






...and after






It's going to look better in some days:)

Love u. Take care.

Long live...count Dracula:))

I’ve just got back from the Noisettes concert. I stood in the rain from 8 pm, but it was worth it. The first 2 hours were marked only by the cold, annoying rain accompanied by „wonderful” lightnings and thunders. I was seriously thinking of leaving when suddenly the rain stopped and the real concert started :))

When I first saw the lead signer of the band, Shingai Shoniwa, entering the stage in a long, tight dress I thought she won’t do much of a show, but I was soooooo wrong. That girl is absolutely amazing. Beside the fact that she has an amazing voice and sang beautifully she also danced as crazy, she rolled over on the stage, she went into the crowed...

What’s the thing with Dracula??? Well we all remained surprised when she said she came 4 years ago to Romania for her holiday and visited the Carpathian Mountains to see count Dracula and get her blood sucked, but unfortunately he wasn’t home:))...greatr joke, no. So it doesn’t matter they don’t know where Romania lies on the map as long as they know they can get their „blood sucked” by the famouse count Dracula. Thank god to him...the romanian tourism still has a chance:))

Had a great night tonight...hope I won’t get sick with a cold after the awful rain.

Love u. Take care.

New shoes:)

Today I bought new shoes....special shoes:) you girls know that there’s nothing too bad a shopping session cannot heal :) It may be strange to say it but today I found a new purpose for the existence of men on this planet:))...changing tires, because I am talking about a brand new set of tires for my precious car.

As I am always very interested in learning new things I have persisted and stood near the car to see what the man covered in vaseline would do to the wheels. Here it goes.

Quite an obstacle: my wheels have an antitheft device:))....”there has to be in the trunk” I said...the look on his face indicated I should take it out...that should be pretty easy....or not::)...of course I came up with another piece of equipment...ok i admite it I don’t know cars and spare parts...and I don’t even have to know.

I admired the mechanic’s enthusiasm while telling me all the tehnical terms, explaining all he was doing as if he was inspected...I get that a lot, I think because I usually sit around and look at them with a passive, bossy face :))

Well, at the end everyone was happy...my car has a wonderful new set of tires and the mechanic got a pretty nice bonus, because I recognise good work when i see it and I know how to repay it.

Now we’re ready for the road trip....coming soon:))

Love u. Take care.

We’re not pieces of meat!

Men...men...men, such an infinate subject. Some may say that i hate men, but i don’t...hate implies that I fell something. I think that my problem is that I just see the bad side of things...i cann’t say why but somethimes they just get on my last nerves.

What happened now?, you may ask...well, the problem is that I just hate when some fat, blackish, overall very ugly guys look at me as I am the last piece of meat on the planet and they are very hungry. Dear boys let me tell you a secret we don’t take care of ourserlves for you, we don’t dress pretty for you, we don’t wear parfume to attracte you...all of what we do is for us, because we respect ourselves and we take care of our body only for us.

And i’ll stop here...

Love u. Take care.

Just my luck...

You all know how life is...it kicks you in the ass to send you forward, and it continuously reminds you that you have to be patience in order to get what you really want even though you don’t get it when you want it.

This is a sorrow subject for me, because it keeps on happening, but I believe it’s happening to everybody. Yesterday I had to go to ING to close an account. In order to do so I had to go BY CAR to the office in Unirii, one of the most crowded places in this fucking city. Let’s not talk about the “amazing” traffic I had till Unirii, let’s forget that I stood 7 times at one stop to make a left...let’s forget about all of that and focus on the most important thing: THE PARKING PLACE!!!!

The office of the bank is at the intersection of Corneliu Coposu with Armand Calinescu Paleologu. The only parking lot, as far as I know, is the one in front of Carrfour. So as I was coming from Armand Calinescu Paleologu I had to turn right, cross all 3 lanes, cross the double continuous line (that’s what I like to do most) just to end up in a full parking lot.

I was about to give up and went towards home, when on Calea Calarasilor, I saw a car exiting a left side secondary street, so i thought tat it must have left an empty spot. I’ve crossed this time, the tram lines to finally find a spot...and guess what it was under a tree:)...the irony of things.

Ooooo... but wait... it gets better. I am sure that all you, who are drivers, noticed that after you torment yourself to find a legal, safe place to park your car, in order to find it there without any scratch when you come back (while in the process of doing so you have already broken a few rules that may leave you without your license), suddenly everybody leaves and there are free spaces everywhere. Those were some of the most stupid moments in my life. I just stood there, in front of a perfect, free space, wondering if it was worth to go back and bring my car there. The problem was that free spaces don’t stay free for long so I might risk losing the one I already have just to come up and see that this was taken too. So, since I came to Bucharest I know that you have to work with what you get.

Gusfrabaaaaaa…..:)) Feeling better:))

Love u. Take care.

Nowhere to hide...

It’s the end of May and already the weather has become unbearable. This city made mostly of concrete, bricks, asphalt and so on becomes a real oven during the summer making the living almost impossible.

Finding a tree in Bucharest is almost as hard as finding a parking place, but finding a parking place under a tree is mission impossible. That’s why today when I left from work the thermometer from my car was showing 33.5 degres celsius and the stearing wheel (covered in leather) was literarly on fire, i barely could manage to touch it...

With the bike is no better...yesterday when i got home I was all dehydrated from the sweating. The heat and the gasses emitted by cars in traffic make the environment very hostile. If I don’t die from insolation or dehydration I might day from gas intoxication. But what can we do…someone has to work in this fucking country so that our beloved leaders can fuck it up some more, but I don’t want to talk politics it’s not worth it.

So i don’t even want to imagine how I will survive this summer, all 3 months in this burning city. I get depressed only by thinking of it...but I just have to set my mind on the incredible eurotrip we have organized for September.

Until then I think I’ll do some yoga:)

P.S.: I am oppened to any fun, interesting, but cheap suggetions of spending the time:)

Love u. Take care.

Don’t you dare die on us…

What would be the odds that our U2 concert from September be cancelled??? I don’t even dare to think about it. We have organized our entire holyday around that concert. The success of the entire eurotrip lies on that event.

I don’t know how many of you like them, but recently Bono has suffered a pretty serious surgery. On the 25th of May the following article was posted on the official website of the band.

“Bono has now been discharged from Ludwig Maximilians-University (LMU) Hospital in Munich where he underwent emergency surgery on Friday, following a back injury. In order to fully recover, he is under doctor's orders to start a rehabilitation program and to recuperate for at least eight weeks.

Dr Muller Wohlfahrt confirmed, 'Bono suffered severe compression of the sciatic nerve. On review of his MRI scan, I realized there was a serious tear in the ligament and a herniated disc, and that conservative treatment would not suffice. I recommended Bono have emergency spine surgery with Professor Tonn at Munich's LMU University Hospital on Friday.'

Professor Tonn, who carried out the operation, added, 'Bono was referred to me by Dr Muller Wohlfahrt late last week with a sudden onset disease. He was already in severe pain with partial paralysis in the lower leg. The ligament surrounding the disc had an 8mm tear and during surgery we discovered fragments of the disc had traveled into the spinal canal. This surgery was the only course of treatment for full recovery and to avoid further paralysis. Bono is now much better, with complete recovery of his motor deficit. The prognosis is excellent but to obtain a sustainable result, he must now enter a period of rehabilitation'.

Dr Muller Wohlfahrt continued, 'We are treating Bono as we would treat any of our athletes and while the surgery has gone very well, the coming weeks are crucial for a return to full health. In the next days, he will start a light rehabilitation program, with increasing intensity over the next 8 weeks. In our experience, this is the minimum time.”

From my point of view Bono can stay and recover in the Munich hospital until September 15th. But as this it’s not going to happen I am praying that he is ok.

Love you Bono. Take care.:)

Hmmm…are we there yet?

There is a moment in one’s life when the kid becomes a man, when you just grow up. In my opinion that moment is the day you become parent, when you procreate. Then the responsibilities shift towards that little, innocent living baby, which we are supposed to raise and to make a good person out of him. :)

I am talking about babies because I’ve realized that many of the group discussions I was involved in lately reach this subject. Maybe it’s happening because we have reached that age when most of our parents already had us in their lives. So the question arises...are we there yet? To that point in our lives where we can have a baby? Physically (I hope:)) we are able to procreate, but can we raise a baby? There were long and contradictory discussions...all with the same conclusion, NO, we cannot raise a child. First we have realized that we have a certain aversion to the idea of marriage, at least for now, and it’s not only about the idea of marriage, but about the fact that you need someone next to you in order to properly raise a child. I know, I know, there are so many cases when single parents raised wonderful children, but why should we be the same. If I had the necessary financial resources to afford to raise a child on my own I wouldn’t even need a man to make the baby in the first place. Fortunately for us, WOMEN, we don’t need you, MEN...there’s always artificial insemination. It’s less fun :), but it’s an option. On the other hand you are not so lucky:)...ya...ya...I’m mean, I know...but you can take it, you’re the strong and “unbreakable” male :)

There is also another awful truth for your unbreakable ego. As we all known, MOST (I don’t say all) men wish they had a baby boy...I really don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter. The thing is that there are 75% chances for a baby to be girl and only 25% to be a boy. What nonsense is that??? (you may ask yourself, in the stupid attempt to deny what’s scientifically proven). Well, you know those little things named chromosomes that make us different. The female has XX, while the male has XY. So the result from the crossing of the two can be XX,XX,XX,XY. Do you need me to draw you a picture??? I hope not. So, my dear male friends, you are the ones responsible for the sex of the baby, as the chromosome Y comes from you. You better get used to the idea and stop blaming others for your “luck”. I wish you all the most gorgeous and intelligent baby GIRLS in the world. :)

On the other hand you have the advantage of time. For us the clock is ticking and we better get to work if we really want to have children. In order to make a point I have extracted the following paragraphs from some articles, I hope they are updated.

“The world’s oldest father has done it again, fathering a child for at least the 21st time, at the age of 90. Indian farmer Nanu Ram Jagi, who is married to his fourth wife, boasts he does not want to stop, and plans to continue producing children until 100. He is not certain how many children his series of 4 wives have borne him – but counts at least 21 sons and nine daughters an 20 grandchildren”

While on the other part….“World’s oldest mother gives birth to twins at 70.” on 5th of July, 2008.

So, people, in conclusion, there is no right/wrong time to procreate...it just has to happen.

Love u. Take care.

Vices…part two:)

I’m coming back with some more of my vices. The best and more delicious vice ever: ICE-CREAM!!! This weekend I’ve reached a new level of eaten ice-cream. I am an ice-cream devouring human being. All my life I had certain periods of time when I loved eating/drinking a certain product. When I was little I used to drink gallons of tee, now I can’t stand the look of it. I didn’t used to eat chocolate and now I cannot have enough:). But this wasn’t the case with ice-cream. I always loved and forever will enjoy eating ice-cream and people who know me know that little aspect of my life. :)

Coming back to the experience I had this weekend, the precious iced element didn’t miss from the picture. Our dear neighbors have a wonderful and very cheap ice cream. We have eaten in several occasions but before we left we “vandalized” the ice-cream car :). I took 5 flavors of ice-cream in a sole cornet resulting in a huge pile of ice-cream, which cost 4.40 leva, meaning 11 RON...incredible, right?

I’m going to let the photos speak for themselves.










Love u. Take care.

Amazing road trip

Hi guys…miss me? :) I’ve been away all weekend because I was in Veliko Tarnovo, a nice and wonderful city from our great neighbor country, Bulgaria.

On the so wet and rainy Saturday morning 8 brave young men and women began their journey towards Veliko Tarnovo. Why that specific city? Well, I can’t really say, as it wasn’t my choice. For once in a very long time somebody else organized the trip.

Veliko is 180 km far from Bucharest so it wasn’t supposed to be so hard to get there, but we were extra careful as we heard so many “nice” things about the Bulgarian police. About the city I only knew that Veliko is Bulgaria’s old capital and is more Sibiu style, with an ancient fortress and tight, one way streets.

There are so many subjects me and my friends debated on this weekend that deserve a post on the blog, but first I just want to present some of the most representative photos of what happened these 3 wonderful days.

My precious car, ready for takeoff :)


Playing around :))




A piece of the city


One big, fluffy dino :))


Live music


The rain didn’t give up


The famous pillow :)


Playing with poker chips


Dinner time


Uefa Champions League – the final


The fortress wrapped in fog


That's all I could upload so far...but there are more to come.

Love u. Take care.

Smile :)

As I said in my last post I had an awful week and last night as I was watching Mircea Badea’s show I began thinking of how often and for what reasons do people smile. Mireca Badea is a showman and it’s almost imposible not to smile at his shows. Last night he brought a laughing puppet – one stupid puppet – which put the first and only smile of the day on my face. So for a little smile I give you the laughing puppet.



Nowadays people are always in a hurry, working all the time, trying to make money out of everything that they forget to smile or they do it for the wrong reasons. It may sound over rated and I may be a little old fashioned but I believe that a person’s smile results from another person’s actions. A warm “hello”, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, a flower, a stupid joke, holding hands…these are some of the small and so easy gestures that can make me, for example, put a large smile on my face. I am not talking here only about the person you share your life with; I’m talking about friends, coworkers and even strange people on the street. I think we all have seen at least once those groups of people that are giving “free hugs” around Bucharest. The simple sight of those happy people made me smile :)

What makes you smile? To find out the answer to this question, find the time and the will to put a smile on somebody else’s face.

Love u. Take care.

Anger at its maximum

When there’s too much quite, too much peace and harmony in my life it just has to come up someone to ruin that and piss me off as hell. Beside the fact that I was grumpy each morning because I had to change my program and wake up at 6.30 I had one hell of a week. Too much hell for you…ooooo, my dear friends you can’t even imagine. Today I’ve reached a new level of nerves and anger; I really don’t know how more far can I go…

Now, after my 2 and a half hours of sleep (thank god for that) when I calmed down a little bit I was wondering why do I let people affect me in such a matter. The most stupid thing is that I let persons or just words piss me off and I just cannot control my reactions, my blood pressure just skyrockets…ya…ya…only I can understand what the hell I’m saying here…just trying to get some of the load off.

There’s one more working day in this fucking week, hope my nerves will survive it and the great weekend we’ve planned ends up well for everybody.

Love u.Take care.

Vices…part one:)

Each man has his weak spots...his vices. Last night I met with some friends and at the end of our meeting I was pondering on the fact that we have so much in common and yet we are so different.

As always, I am going to refer just to my person in order to not upset anyone. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t fuck around :)...so, which are my vices???


Asking myself this question I realized that the very first thing that I do when I arrive home is to turn on the computer and log on to Messenger, Yahoo, Facebook and so on. A few days ago I told someone that the internet is my life and I believe he took it literally :)) So, in conclusion, one of my vices is the internet…if there is an internet connection I must be online. But the weird fact is that when there is no internet access I really don’t feel its absence.


Next on my list I think would be sleeping. I really need my sleep, and I am not talking about “beauty sleep” or shit like that. Many people say that I waste my life by sleeping too much...the time passes by and I’m sleeping instead of living my life...well, how can I live my life if I’m tired?? Not even during exams period I didn’t stay up all night presumably studying...I rather studied half of the courses and go fresh to the exams, than going tired and not being able to concentrate. I rather fail an exam than lose my sleep (but that never happened).

This week I changed my working program from 8 in the morning to 4.30 in the afternoon, so I had to wake up around 6.30, 7 the latest...and it was veeeeery hard. That’s why in each one of the past 3 days, straight from work I went home and slept. Fortunately for me the weather was so cloudy that it helped me sleep like a baby:)...good, old fashion afternoon sleep...just like old times:)

Ooohhhh…I almost forgot to tell you about my special pillow, which I got from my friends for my 21st (if I remember well) birthday. Is a fluffy 35cm long, 15cm wide blue pillow, with 2 giraffes on it, one sitting down and the other sleeping on its lap...so cute:). What’s so special about it?...well, the thing is that I carry it almost everywhere I go. Three years ago when I went in the 22 days long, backpacking, euro trip, for everyone else’s amusement I had it with me in my huge backpack. :) Ya...ya...I can see you guys making faces and wondering why do we “girls” like so much fluffy things...what can I say, they are cute and we love cute things...so be cute enough and stop asking stupid questions:)

Until I discover something new...

Love u. Take care.

Opposites attract

Physics, you know...laws and stuff...like gravity, which is a known and proven theory. I have a theory as well: opposites attract. A theory proven by me:) I’m not good at giving advice…so I won’t give you any; I’m just saying that it happens to be attracted to something/someone so different from you, from your personality.

I don’t know how the hell I do it but I always fall for the very wrong guy and I always take it as a challenge, deep inside knowing that we really don’t match. Nevertheless, I give it a fight for his money. :) If it’s simple it’s not fun, if you don’t fight for what you want you won’t have any satisfaction when you get it...my opinion.I keep on ignoring guys that may have an interest in me and stubbornly focuse on the "impossible missions". What's very important here is to know when to stop. If you begin fighting against the windmills you’ll just end up hurting yourself.

Love u. Take care.

Say NO to cigarettes

Why spend money to harm yourself and the ones near you??? Watch the following movie to see what cigarettes did to a man’s life. Very sad...but very true.

Romania, te iubesc: la fiecare 16 minute un roman moare de cancer pulmonar!

StirileProTV.ro

I really can’t understand the reason why so many people smoke, I don’t see the point of the whole action...A recent study of the Romanian Pneumology Society reveals that in Romania at each 16 minutes a man dies from lung cancer and 80% of them are smokers. I cannot even imagine what this means. Doing a little math we get that 90 people die each day resulting in an overwhelming 32,850 persons a year. That’s almost the entire population of my home town.

Fortunately for me, I am surrounded mostly of non-smokers. I’ve never tried to convince somebody to stop smoking...I just express my opinion about this issue and people can do whatever they want with it.

Love u. Take care.

So perfect...but yet so gay...

Once more I can’t help myself from taking about Adam…he’s just perfect. What can I say I’m human and I like what’s beautiful:)) Just look into those perfect blue eyes...how can you not love him...yap, I'm day dreaming:))

And it’s not all about his looks, he also has some really nice songs. Here’s one more(2012 soundtrack):



All that’s left to do is to sit back and enjoy him and wait for that miracle (I want it with blue eyes:)))

Love u. Take care.

When they’re right…they’re right.

I have never believed in the daily horoscope predictions or the compatibility bullship, but lately I have encountered many persons who do. And the passion with which they express their opinions...that conviction that two persons of whatever signs are not meant together just because they had the “luck” to be born under those signs...made me...curious:) and no more than that. I will probably piss of some people with this post but at least I'm going to talk about my own sign.

I was born January 13th, 1986...so I am a Capricorn. From one of 1 billion sites on the matter I have extracted the following theories:
• Period: 21 December - 19 January;
• Good compatibility with: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpion, Pisces;
• Low compatibility with: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra;
• Main qualities of the sign: organization, ambition, perseverance and scrupulosity;
• Sign: earth sigh, cardinal - feminine, introvert;
• Lucky day: Sunday;
• Lucky figures: 1 and 3;

The next comments I leave in Romanian – they are more explicit this way.

Ce "PASARELE" are?
Obsesia lui primordiala este aceea de a detine controlul. De-asta e mereu in garda si se straduieste continuu, incarcandu-se cu atatea responsabilitati. Toate actiunile lui au un scop. Iar scopul, oricare ar fi, e menit sa-i asigure controlul asupra oamenilor si situatiilor. Convins ca are mereu dreptate, se considera dator sa dea sfaturi si indrumari. Daca nu e ascultat, poate recurge la strategii subtile si chiar la manipulare pentru a te aduce acolo unde vrea. Mult-trambitata lui modestie e o baliverna - in realitate, Capricornul este extrem de ambitios si de orgolios. Totusi, alaturi de Scorpion, este una din "piesele de rezistenta" care misca lumea inainte si care merita atentie si consideratie.

Cand face urat?
Daca il jignesti sau ii strici planurile nu uita si nu iarta. Nu are simtul umorului si nu e maleabil.

Like it?...the best is yet to come:))

Description:
The sign of the high roller, Capricorn is regarded as the zodiac’s top, but also quiet, life and business achievers. But, there are two very different types of Capricorns.

The first is represented by the mountain goat, always climbing higher and higher; never content until reaching the top. The second is the garden goat, with little adventurous spirit or ambition-happy to remain within a small domain, refusing to budge unless it is pushed. Either type of Capricorn, however, is patient and persevering. They reach their goals because they know the longest journey commences with a single step and that the first step is always the most difficult.

The one thing a Capricorn must always try to do is balance work with play; otherwise they can become too one-sided and work can replace true personal emotional fulfilment. Continually climbing the eternal mountain of success, Capricornians rise to the occasion when faced with a new task or deadline. Even if something comes to a grinding halt, their ambition to reach the ultimate keeps them moving forever onwards and upwards (prompted by the strict influence of ruling planet Saturn). Although conservative and cautious, Goats are willing to try unusual approaches on their road to success in business or in love. Romantically, they desire a permanent relationship with someone who'll give them the affection they crave (and often neglect to give themselves!)

The rulership of Saturn - the planet representing responsibility, structure and hard work - ensures that Capricorns in their truest of expression, are ambitious, practical and superb organizers. Although many Capricorns are borderline workaholics, this doesn't necessarily make them dull or gloomy! They have an offbeat sense of humour, which seems to erupt at the most unexpected moments. Their motivating force in life is success, money, status, authority and - although many might not admit it - love. By nature Capricorns are cautious when entering a new love relationship, but once they feel 'safe' with their partner, the cool exterior melts away to reveal a sensitive and loyal heart beneath. As a friend, Capricorns can be relied upon to provide the strongest and most sympathetic pair of shoulders in the zodiac...


What can I say...I’m proud with my sigh:) Don't hate me for being perfect:)) Take me as I am.

I will be truly honest and say that the description is about 90% true…those are the main characteristics that describe my personality…but I will never...ever...accept the good/low compatibility issues. Of course everybody has “n” examples pros and cones these theories...but I won’t try to convince anybody. I do not care what sign persons are, I don’t even want to know...it’s all about the willingness.

Love u. Take care.

It must be faith:)

I have talked before about the odd coincidences that now and then happen to me. Well, tonight it happened again...and it's getting weird.

At 7.30 in the evening I met with a friend of mine to go to a show and afterwards we hang out to catch up on the latest gossip. :) And I began to tell her how I just keep bumping into a guy in strange circumstances.

It all happened on the 8th of April, I remember the day because it was Expirat’s (the club) anniversary. That evening the guys from my group made fun of a guy, saying he was gay and stuff just because he wouldn’t hock up with a girl from our group. I couldn’t help noticing him. He wasn’t very pretty, but he had something that made him different.

Since that day I keep on meeting him, the second time in the same Expirat, I thought it to be a simple coincidence, the third time in El Comandante, another club, another coincidence, the fourth time on the 1st of May in Vama Veche, the most crowded place in Romania on that day...that’s no longer coincidence...and now, half an hour after I told my friend all of this, we went near the ACDC concert, just to hear a song or two...and who do I say...the Expirat guy (that’s how I call him because I don’t even know his name) :)) It’s un(fucking)believable...the sixth time I said I’ll talk to the guy and tell him to stop chasing me:)

Until the next time...

Love u. Take care.

Mind note: stick to the fucking plan

When you cheat, when you reconsider and do something else than you first said you do, something or someone punishes you…

All the week I’ve planed this weekend. I had two options for Saturday night: watching the champions league handball final or go visiting some museums during Museums’ night (the only night of the year when museums are opened all night long and the entrance is free for everybody). The rest of the time I should have spent it writing my dissertation paper.

Now let me tell you how the things really happened. I believe I’m suffering from chronic laziness...no matter how urgent things are I just can’t get to do them.

Let’s say that I gave about 3 hours of my Saturday to my dissertation paper, but no more than that. Around 8.30 I went to some friend to watch together to the handball final. As expected we lost, so we didn’t have any reason to celebrate. Nonetheless we went out. Why?...just to regret it later. Beside the fact that we spent 30 minutes from Unirii to Universitate at midnight we ended up in a club, El Dictador more exactly. I was in no mood for clubbing, but as long as I was there...what the hell.

Clubbing is like traffic for me. I sit around and look at all the amazing specimens partying besides me. The club was pretty empty, but “the special people” were not missing.

There they were, the guys dancing with their beers, the passionate people dancing as if it was their last day on Earth and from the “dancing pumpkin” series the dancing pumpkin in a mini skirt. Ok...I’m mean now, but that’s the truth. :)

We stayed until the guys had enough. I got home around 3.30 in the morning and slept until 11 today. It’s 12.30 and I’m still in bed :). Nice going mada…

Love u. Take care.

One hell of a wedding

Each woman dreams at the day when she has to wear the perfect white dress and merry the not so perfect man. That unique day in one’s life, the day that two persons unite their destiny and vow to love and care for one another for the rest of their lives. (until death do us part, right?)should be unforgettable. Nowadays, the institution of marriage has lost a lot of its core characteristics becoming in some cases just a procedure.

I was born in an orthodox family, so I, myself have to follow the orthodox habits. I was never a religious person but I just hate some of the religious customs. As I lived for 19 years in a small city, where everybody knew everybody and if you did not do all the stupid things at each fucking religious holyday you would have made a shame of yourself, I really don’t have any respect for any of that shit (and the wedding customs are no exception). That’s why I am going to do my wedding my way :)like the couple from the next movie...it’s your day, you should have it as you want, even though it may seem you are less religious than others.



Hope I find a catholic husband :))

Love u. Take care.

Economic crisis my ass.

We hear about it everywhere. It’s the main excuse of the increasing number of unemployed people, the decrease in salaries and many more other difficulties the whole world is going through. But how bad are we really doing?

I already knew that the Romanian people is a very inventive one, taking advantage of each opportunity it arises, but today they surprised me again. I don’t know how many of you are fans of Converse sport shoes. I, myself, barely know the brand…I can’t even remember if I have ever bought something from that brand.

Today I had the opportunity to discover that Romanian young people and even children adore Converse. As I was cruising along Stefanica (also known as Stefan cel Mare) with the incredible speed of 30 km per hour I had the unique, I might say, opportunity to admire the Converse outlet. Beside some incredible ads on its windows presenting some “crisis prices”, the store, itself did not have anything special.

What surprised me, waking me up from the lethargy the traffic induced me in, was the queue of more that 30 persons which were waiting patiently to enter the store.One "smart" country man of ours had the chance to bring "original" Convers shoes in value of around 150-200 RON a pair and sell them here with 79 RON. Pople always react to "price reductions", it doesn't matter if they are real or not. Well...what can I say...people think they have saved the difference of price (from 150 to 79 RON) and not that they have spent 79 RON.

It's been a while since I’ve seen something like that. The first thing that came into my mind was the Cosmote era :) when they were selling phone cards with 2000 minutes. That, I think, was the last time when I saw queues forming outside a store. My elderly coworkers compare these situations with the years before ’89 when people just had to queue for everything. :)

Where’s the crisis for that people who prefer to lose 2-3 hours just to get in a store and spend money, and it’s not for food, or some other essential human need...it’s for fucking sport shoes. Jesus Christ, what country do we live in???

This is Romania, the country of all possibilities. :)

Love u. Take care.

How well do you listen?!?

It’s another Wednesday night. Just got home from the movies and on my way back I was pondering on what interesting things have happened lately. I’ve decided to talk about how well men listen to women.It's a subject that will remain unsolved until the end of human kind. Dramatic???....I'll tell what's dramatic. They all say that women talk much and with no use. As a woman I dare to say they are wrong.

As I said so many times before the traffic in Bucharest is a jungle and I am not only talking about the chaos it creates but also about the similarities that exist between animals and the some of the people you can see around you while sitting at a stop.

Today as I was “enjoying” my half an hour of traffic (unfortunately I had to take the car to work), while I was waiting, among many other cars, for a light to turn green I could observe at my left, in another car, a man behind a weal and a woman at his right. They were young, around 30 years old. While the women was continuously speaking, waving her hand in the air as if she really tried to make a point, the man was scratching his head (the one above his shoulders), sipping some sprite from a bottle...just on another planet. :) From the point I was standing as a spectator to the entire scene, I really can say that he didn’t give a shit about what the woman was saying. It seamed hilarious at the beginning, and then I realized that I was that woman in some occasiones in my life, and it wasn’t funny at all to talk to wall.

So, boys…can you please pay more attention to what we are trying to say, or at least pretend. We may talk a lot, but we also hate to say things twice.

Love you. Take care.

Just for laughts

Like in any other office, full of all kinds of people, sometimes, when we take a break from auditing, we relax by telling jokes. These are some of the funniest I have heard :)) I give u top 3...enjoy!

Third Place
"O discuţie între doi copii în camera lor. Băieţelul cãtre fetiţă:
- Ce-i vei cere lui Moş Crăciun anul acesta?
- O păpuşică Barbie. Dar tu ?
- Eu îi voi cere un Tampax.
- Tampax ? Ce e asta ?
- ...habar n-am, dar zic ăştia la televizor că dacă-l foloseşti poţi merge la plajă sau la piscină în fiecare zi, să mergi cu bicicleta, să dansezi, să alergi, să faci o mulţime de lucruri... fără ca nimeni să-şi dea seama!"

Second Place
"O fetiţă se duce la un magazin de animale şi întreabă :
-Va log, aveţi iepulasi dlăgălasi ?
Inima vânzătorului se topeşte brusc. Se aşează pe vine lângă fetiţă, şi o întreabă:
-Vlei un iepulas dlăgălas alb, sau unul dlăgălas moale şi neglu şi pufos?
Sau poate pe cel dlăgălas şi maloniu de acolo?
Fetiţa se înroşeşte, se leagănă puţin pe călcâie, îşi pune mânuţele pe genunchi, se apleacă în faţă şi răspunde în şoaptă...... .
- Cled că pe pitonul meu îl doale în cul de culoale! "

First Place
"Un tip foarte cochet observă într-o zi că este bronzat pe tot corpul cu excepţia penisului. Aşa că se duce la plajă, se îngroapă tot sub nisip cu excepţia zonei albe.
Două bătrâne se plimbau pe plajă şi observă ciudata excrescenţă în nisip.
Una din ele îi spune celeilalte:
- Nu există dreptate pe lumea asta! La 20 de ani mă intrigau, la 30 îmi plăceau, la 40 umblam după ele, la 50 plăteam, la 60 mă rugam. La 70 m-am resemnat în sfârşit fără... Acum, am 80 de ani, nenorocitele cresc ca buruienile şi eu nu mă mai pot apleca."

Love u. Take care.

Remembering high-school

All day, today, I had in mind the fact that this year it’s 5 years since I have finished high-school...boy, I’m getting old, but what can we do, times go on and we just have to celebrate it properly. This is why, with my born organizational spirit I draw up the following e-mail to my dear high-school colleagues. I will leave it in Romanian, it’s more expressive this way. :)

Dragi fosti colegi de liceu,

Nu stiu daca ati realizat, dar se fac 5 ani de la teminarea liceului...am imbatranit fratiloooor:))
Eu zic ca aceasta ocazie merita sarbatorita, mai ales ca nu ne-am mai strans de mult cu totii.
Stati linistiti nu propun nimic extravagant, doar o iesire in oras...ramane de stabilit orasul (as opta totusi pt "marea metropola" aka Curtea de Arges) undeva prin luna iulie.

De data asta nu o sa scapati cu un simplu "NU" pe care sigur il aveati pregatit din momentul in care mi-ati vazut e-mailul. Va scriu asa de devreme pentru ca stiu ca sunteti oameni fooooarte ocupati si va rog, daca chiar vreti sa facem chestia asta (eu zis ca merita) sa imi spuneti cam in ce perioada ati putea sa sacrificati o zi din viata voastra pentru a o petrece impreuna.(dati-mi un interval de 2-3 sapt dc este posibil). Se vor sintetiza toate parerile si sigur se va gasi o zi in care toata lumea va putea. Haideti sa facem un mic efort ca pana la urma cu amintirile ramanem.

Eu am folosit toate adresele pe care le-am avut...va rog sa dati mai departe si restului daca aveti cum sa ii contactati.

Va pup pe toti si sper sa ne vedem cat mai multi.

Madalina

As usually I put too much soul in these kinds of things and I am sure most of them will let me down all over again, but that’s life...I’ve learned to live with disappointments. I will keep you posted with the evolution of this situation.

Love u. Take care.

Spring love

Spring means when everything is reborn, the earth warms up, the vegetation blooms and the birds start to sing. In a city like Bucharest is almost impossible to get to enjoy these wonderful events. I don’t think I will ever get tired from repeating how much I hate this city, and the hate keeps on rewording me with extra special time in this fabulous metropolis.

One thing, which I’ve noticed a couple a weeks ago where the multitude of petals fell down from the trees and on almost everything. At each intersection of roads piles of that kind of petals just gather, waiting for the next speeding car which would scatter them again in the air. It may be very girly but I like that moment when a car just passes through a road and the petals just scatter in the air behind it. It seams like the whole city is in love, with thousands of “butterflies” flying in its “stomach”. And as we don’t appreciate the beautiful things when they happen...the fairytale had to transform into a “nightmare”...

Today I’ve got again on my bike and pedal my way to work. The pedals I used to know transformed into a kind of flying fluff which was just attracted to me as if I were a magnet sticking all over my clothes. I have the bad habit to hum the songs I hear in my headphones...today I repeated myself all the way: ”keep your mouth shut” as I was in a continuous attack. I really hope this invasion will end soon, because it might be nice and fun with the car, but it’s really awful with the bike. :)

Love u. Take care.

For a champion

I don’t know how many of you enjoy snooker matches but I am a huge fan of the game. Few days ago the world snooker championship ended with a new champion. Beside the fact that he is an incredible beautiful man he is also the new world snooker champion. Neil Robertson became the first overseas winner of the World Championship for thirty years and it took him a gruelling 12 hours and 12 seconds to clinch the title, over the battling Scot Graeme Dott. Let me add the fact that he has won all the tournament finals he has been in and is the only Australian to have won a ranking tournament. To see his speech from the final hit PLAY.



Hat off to you Neil.

Love u. Take care.

The incredible human brain

It’s another one of those nights when I just don’t want to do anything. All day long I’ve been lying in my bed with my laptop on my lap trying to write my stupid practice report. As I expected I didn’t have much luck and I got bored very fast. A few hours ago a thunder was announcing a great summer storm, but of course I was wrong...it would have been too damn interesting...

I just hate to have so damn much free time and no idea what so ever what to do with it. Of course I have some things I can do, like my practice report, my dissertation paper...but I just keep on ignoring them. I need something else.

There’s nothing serious on the TV, so my mind starts wondering again, I began to struggle with these stupid feelings...and here I am once again, writing all the bullshit going through my head.

My last “revelation” was about the fact that the human brain has this unique and idiot ability to storage the bad memories with a greater efficiency then the good, happy ones. I don’t know how you feel about this subject but when I’m looking back only the bad memories come into my mine...I cannot say that I had a happy life lately, but there were some great moments too. But why remember the good stuff when there are so many juicy memories that turn out to be such interesting nightmares, right???...my point exactly. It’s so amazing how we can deliberately hurt ourselves from the inside out. Feelings are a powerful weapon and you first have to get hurt to learn that.

So many times we blame others for the tears and suffering we are going through, but it’s not their fault that their actions affect us that way. People are evil and we live in a cruel world. You just have to understand that you are the most important person in your live and there is no other person or thing in the world worth consuming yourself over it. You have to learn to control your feelings better and to focus more on your own person. Nobody loves you more than you do. You can be your best frien or your worst enemy. This may seem selfish, but it’s so damn true.

Hope that’s all for tonight:)

Love u. Take care.

What’s your purpose in life?

Are you happy with yourself, with the life you have, with the people that surround you…and the questions can go on.

I am a very ambitious person, stubborn most of the time…many would say typical of a Capricorn, but I don’t believe in the Zodiac crap so let’s move on. Since I can remember I have had a “purpose in life”. When I was back home I had to get the best grades, to go to the best high school in town. Did that. Then I had to finish high school and come to Bucharest for the faculty. Did that. I went to classes, I was a great, obedient student, thinking that it matters…and then when I finished the faculty I realized that I really don’t know what I want to do anymore.

Since September 2008 I have been working at an audit firm. It’s fun, the people are great, the paycheck not that much…but on the whole it’s fine. But you know how the human nature is, we never have enough, we cannot live in a routine. And that’s how I am too. Trouble is not looking for me; I’m the one looking for trouble…and boy, I do find it:)

They say that once you get older you become wiser and more stable…soooo not true. I feel the other way around. Everything had sense when I was back home, in that small, insignificant town. Now it seams so hard to live one day at the time. What can I say, I hate this fucking city...

It’s one of those weekends when I’m depressed and I don’t even know why...women, right:) I’m still waiting the train to hit me.



Love u. Take care.

Psycho bable

I just hate when people can’t see what’s happening around them because they are “in love”. These shity feelings we call love just make you weak and unstable. The euphoria is only at the beginning, one, maybe two months, but after that we just become dependent on each other and cannot see beyond the bubble of that relationship. And then, the inevitable happens…the fights begging from any stupid reason, you begin to think that you cannot go any longer like that, but you just cannot let go. In order to justify somehow the decision to continue with the relationship you begin blaming everything on you, you are the problem and you have to change in order to make it work. There might be some cases when this is a good thing but in most of the cases I think that this only extends the pain.

For example, I’ve met last weekend a couple, where, according to his friends, the boy has changed a lot after he had met his girlfriend. They even complained that he just doesn’t spend as much time as he used to with his friends…and here we reach again the subject of what a woman can do to a man. From my point of view, they were a very nice and normal couple, but maybe his friends were right too.

Another example is a girlfriend of mine, who I see all the time complaining and crying over her boyfriend’s acts, but just wouldn’t leave him. And from a while now she is no longer blaming him, she’s blaming herself and even began to go to therapy…

The truth is that, women who are heart broken believe almost anything that makes the situation better. I’ve been there, I don’t deny it, and now when I look back I am amazed of all the shit I could do to make things work and I am angry on myself because I let someone else affect my judgment and made me act as I have never imagined I can.

Now i've made peace with all my demons and i'm waiting for the next storm to hit me.:)

Love you. Take care.

The kiss on the cheek

I really don’t know how to explain it but I did not grow up in a “kissing” family so for a while I hated to kiss people on the cheek. I couldn’t see the point in that gesture. Now that I am a little young woman I really got to like it. :)

For example, last night I went out with some friends and as I am a very nice girl, I got a lot of kisses:), and as I couldn’t sleep last night I began to search the meaning of the kiss on the cheek and found the following definition: “Cheek kissing is a ritual or social gesture to indicate friendship, perform a greeting, to confer congratulations, to comfort someone, or to show respect. It does not necessarily indicate sexual or romantic interest.” The first phrase makes totally sense, but why get into the romantic bullshit? As the love issue is still an unsolved mystery to me let’s go further.


From a very “reliable” source I present to you the hidden meaning of some gestures…so in the future be careful what you do:)
1. Kiss on the hand = I respect you
2. Kiss on the cheek = I want to be friends
3. Kiss on the neck = I want you
4. Kiss on the lips = I love you
5. Kiss on the ear = I’m just playing
6. Hands on the hips = I love you too much to leave you
7. A look in the eyes = Kiss me
8. Playing with the hair = I can’t live without you

Good to know:) Ok, now seriously, we live in a world where everybody wants to fuck. What should the kissing be? Foreplay? Ok, let's stop here. :)

P.S. Dear friends, don’t mind my frustration and keep on kissing me. :)

Love you. Take care.
Kiss you...almost wherever you want:)

Un nou pitic pe creier

I am sorry about the romanian title but, it sounds much better this way :)).

Lately I get all kinds of ideas and I usually get to make them reality. I believe that I should make a list, a bucket list (remember the movie?) with all the more or less stupid things I want to do. Here are some of them:
1. jump from a plain (hopefully with a parachute)
2. paragliding (must do this year)
3. backpacking once more through Europe (already in action)
4. bungee jumping
5. scuba diving
6. get a tattoo
7. visit south America
8. .................
.........................
987645. get married and have children :))

Well, I just wish I have the necessary physical and financial resources to do at least half of the list, but now the issue that doesn’t give me peace the past few months is the tattoo issue. I began to think on getting one for some time, more than half a year ago, but I just did not have the opportunity to do it. Lately I have “received” all kinds of signs pushing me towards this decision. I have begun to study sites with this subject, I’ve begun noticing people having tattoos and commenting upon them, I found out that the other half of the M&M team also wants to get one...and today a coworker told me that at the end of May there’s a tattoo convention in Sibiu, where all badass tattoo artists would be. What more can I ask for? :). So, on the 30th of May I hope to get my first (let’s not say only, because things can change) tattoo.


M&M is leaving Sunday morning, and we have 2 more seats in the car for any other volunteers. :)

Love u. Take care.

Just that

As most of you already know, starting from this year, the day of May 5th has a very important meaning: “men’s day”. Pore guys…they were felling so discriminated that they just had to do this. Well…I do have so many “great” things to say about men, but fuck them, they do not deserve my attention. Let’s just talk about the great movie I saw this evening, it’s much more interesting.:)

The name of the film: POKER, a Romanian movie, directed by Sergiu Nicolaescu, illustrating, once more, as it is not already known, the corrupt country we leave in. The idea itself is not that interesting, but there were some scenes that made me laugh with tears. I am going to relate just one of them and let you discover the rest.

It’s somehow related to me, as it’s about the region I was born and lived for 19 years. An ambulance driver was driving through all red stops and stopping at all the green ones. When the doctor asked him why he did that, he just said he was color-blind.:)) The next obvious question was: “where the hell did you take your driving license?” And the more obvious answer from the driver was: “In Pitesti” :))

Well…what can I say…I also got my driving license in Pitesti, but except some stupid accidents, due mostly to weather conditions, where nobody got hurt, I really do know how to drive :))

Go and see the movie…you will enjoy it.

Love u. Take care.

I just hate this fucking country

You know that joke about Romania at the beginning of the world? Well it’s something like this:

“At the beginning of the world God and Saint Peter created each country. While he was sharing the wealth around the world, he was giving each country something particular and only when he stopped above Romania he just told Saint Peter to give us all the resources, all the relief from sea to mountains…almost everything. Surprised by this decision Saint Peter asked God why did Romania received so much compared to the other countries. Then God just said: ”Don’t worry, I will give them “competent” leaders”. “ :))

And this was, from the very beginning the faith of the country. So beautiful inside and so ugly outside due to the people inhabitating it. I really do not understand why us, the Romanian people, don’t have the capacity to value what we have around us, we just live with the desire to get money from almost everything.

In the last 3 days some events have happened to support this idea:

1. First, and the most stupid thing from my point of view, was that each bathroom in Vama Veche had a tariff of 1 RON in order to be used. The issue here was the people living in tents for the weekend who had to use the bathroom quite often. The lack of any special shower or bathrooms places especially for this kind of cases made them use the bathrooms from restaurants.

2. We had to pay 1 RON for a plastic cup of 100 ml, while a set of 100 such cups it’s 7-10 RON in the super-markets.

3. And the last drop was here, in the great city of Bucharest. As you may know the girls from the handball team of Oltchim Ramnicu Valcea qualified for the Uefa Champions League Final. The first match is in Denmark 1 week from now and the other one, in Romania , one week later. I was excited to hear that the officials have decided that the match will take place in Bucharest and not in Ramnicu Valcea, for the reason that there is more room in Sala Polivalenta from Bucharest. Last week the news were announcing that people from Bucharest would be able to buy tickets to the final on the 7th and 8th of May. It was all too good to be real. Today hotnews announced that all the tickets were sold in Ramnicu Valcea and there are none left for Bucharest. Just great!!!

Once more time “proud” to be Romanian.

Love u. Take care.

I've discovered Vama Veche this weekend.

Well, I’m back in this stinky, shit hole of a city, Did you miss me???:)

Just got back from Vama Veche. On the whole I had 3 wonderful days, with ups and downs, but at the end I would do it again. I promised myself to go back there next year.

It started Friday night, almost Saturday :). We left around 12pm from Bucharest and had an amazing luck on the highway and after only 3 hours we were arriving in 2 Mai. I’ve enjoyed every km of that incredible road.

So, from around 6 am, Saturday morning, until 2 pm Monday afternoon I had the opportunity to get to know the place I had been hearing so many things about. I would lie if I would say it was like I imagine it to be. It was more…it was less…the fact is that I liked the place, I felt attracted to the environment, which reminded me somehow about my favorite place in Romania, Sfantu Gheorghe.

I’ve seen all kinds of people, more ore less sane, more or less drunk, but we did not have any problems, and believe me there were so many people that anything could have created problems. But everyone was there to have fun, anyway he could, that’s why nothing else mattered. There are no words that i can use to discribe the place or my feelings. Hope to get some photos soon.

I left a part of me in Vama Veche and at the same time enriched myself by discovering that place.

Until next year, thank you Vama Veche for the amazing weekend.

Love you. Take care.