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 Cred ca tocmai am stabilit un nou record - mi s au pierdut bagajele de doua ori in 24 de ore. Si inca nu au ajuns in dulcele targ al iesilor. Nu vreau sa ma gandesc ce forme ciudate au acum cele 3 kile de ciocolata. Sau cate sarme atarna din hard diskul meu. Sau daca imi voi mai vedea vreodata underwear ul :)).

Life is good at home. friends, cartarescu, baruri noi, baruri vechi si o toropeala placuta pe Copou. Si cainele meu care in loc de "treci la loc" asculta cu sfintenie comanda "hai la baitza" (and they say they are smart).

Yes, I do feel out of place sometimes, yes, am in continuare senzatia de frustrare ca si aici viatza continua (de parca numai filmul meu ar rula si al lor ar trebui sa fie pe "pause" unde l am pus acum doi ani) si nu mai sunt la curent cu nik, dar...well..e bine. E al meu. E inca locul meu. I can still hide in the orange nothingness of my room.

I need closure

 

For my woman friends :)

 Revenind pe un forum pe care (in care? ) nu mai intrasem de mult am gasit un text funny. Nu ii stiu exact sursa, asha ca imi cer scuze anticipat.

 

So why is that that women are crabby every once in a while? Maybe this can explain a bit. We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs. Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.   Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.   Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.               Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.                                 Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar.  Calm down and push.  Just one more good push (more like 10),' warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %*#!* (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.               After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.       Then come their 'Teen Years.'  Need I say more?                                                     When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.   So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.   Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...   So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the 'weaker sex'?  Yeah right.  Bite me.

Acuma, recunosc, limbaju e colorat si am ras la unele faze. On the other hand, eu nu cred ca e bine sa ne victimizam CHIAR in halul asta. Adik ok, si io m am suparat pe mama care, atunci cand protestam tavalindu ma pe jos de durere ca " de ce baietii nu au ciclu" mi a raspuns plina de intelepciune si compasiune "da, da ei trebuie sa se barbiereasca in fiecare zi". Dar nu cred ca trebuie sa fim chiar asha inversunate contra unor treburi...well..fiziologice, si pe chestia asta sa le facem viatza amara masculilor de langa noi.Nu militez pentru "femeia eroina" care naste fara sa tipe or whatever, dar again, nu e vina barbatilor ca anatomia feminina e cum e. In afara de cazul in care Dumnezeu e barbat. Case in which he sux as a designer :).

Ma gandesc ca textul e facut poate pentru barbatii care au impresia ca partenerele lor nu se partzaie/vomita/se pipi si au nevoie de o imagine mai ..."grafica" a ceea ce inseamna sa fii femeie....mie mi se pare a "tad grotesque" pe alocuri, ca si cum chiar n am avea parte de nici o bucurie in viatza....

Sa ne gandim doar ca  noi nu avem probleme cu prostata, cu ejacularea (cum ar fi sa ma plang io: "i have a problem - i come too fast "- DA DOAMNE ZIC :)))), cu impotenta samd. Adik prefer un plasture cu hormoni  (cand o fi sa fie) unei pastile de Viagra =))))). Plus orgasmul multiplu.

The fifth

 L-am vazuuuuuuuuuuuuut in sfarshit. Asta pentru ca nu sunt fan adevarat (muahaha) sa ma fi dus saptamana trecuta cand se calcau oamenii in picioare pentru bilete (evident, e o metafora, aici oamenii nu se calca in/pe picioare, ci negociaza civilizat), si am fost ieri, cand e seara ieftinica :D.

Rekunosc burtos (si spashit) ca volumul cinci nu e preferatul meu, dar filmul a fost fain, ne a tinut treji desi eram rupti in gura de oboseala...si m am bucurat mult sa descopar ca nu sunt singura careia, la iesirea din cinematograf i se parea bizar ca nu poate face vraji. Ne am hotarat sa incepem sa exersam, namely cu "Accio", ca pare cea mai folositoare.

Asteptam cu nerabdare filmul 6 cand un Daniel de  30 de ani va juca un Harry de 15 si unde o sa vedem mult sanje si mai multa drama.

Orbitor

Unul din putinele motive pentru care regret ca nu sunt in .ro. Acuma. Vreau. Sa mi se dea. Volumul III.

Nu e nik, mult a fost putin mai este, si sunt sigura ca e fo librarie prin aeroport :P.  

Sunntig mischung

Alelei, ca lung somn am mai dormit. De fapt, somn mai din canci, pur si simplu n am mai ajuns pe la internet, precum ca sa imi dau cu parerea pe blog. Asa ca un mix dintr o duminica insorita (incredibil, da, de la 10 grade acu doua zile am sarit la temperaturi di Ibiza):

 

1) Fost la Nanoconvention la Berna. Extrem de interesant sa participi la o adunare de oameni tangenti cu stiinta, care isi dau cu parerea despre aceasta treaba. Inclusiv domnu Sloterdijk, de care eu spre rushinea mea nu am auzit pana acum (da, m am autoflagelat, k, thnks, bye) si care ne a explicat care e treaba cu homo technologicus, cu mama natura (care de fapt e o mama vitrega), cu puii golashi de gaina care suntem dependenti de computer, telefoane mobile si acoperis deasupra capului si cum e cu alopatia/homeopatia respectiv tehnologia/nanotehnologia. Asta ultima metafora mi a fost tare draga, eu fiind adepta de homeo-vodoo :). 

Morala a fost ca nano is going down (yeh, ironic, stiu, we are already DOWN size wise) si ca motivul pentru care pe google a fost un numar impresionant de cautari dupa acest termen in 2005 e lansarea noului IPod Nano. 

 

2) Am vazut Pirates of the Carribean 3. Pe o scara a suxassness ului de la 0 la 10 io i am dat un 7; nu mi a placut dom'le, in ciuda catorva glume relativ amuzante. Mi s a parut facut din bucati numa de dragul de "a-si aburca ccc culorile in sus" pentru ultima data (pentru mine sigur e ultima data). Bleax. Sux. 16 chf vreau inapoi. Plus trei ore in care puteam presta activitati mult mai excitante.

 

3) Am aflat ca exista o carte care se keama aproximativ "Why men like bitches". Asha e oare? Ya, posesorii de testosteron care citesc blogu (toti trei) - aruncati cu doi centi incoace. Va place sa fiti tinuti in sah, sa nu vi se raspunda la telefon, sa nu vi se spuna "te iubesc" si in general asha, sa va indepliniti exclusiv cele doua misiuni importante in viata (omoratul paianjenilor si deschisul de conserve)? I had a higher opinion of men. Din punctu meu de vdr unul care ar pica pentru asha strategii e useless. Sau nu mi plac mie masochistii...