Arhiva pentru iunie, 2008

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Un sfârşit de saptămână = 0 Evenimente

iunie 30, 2008

Sfârşitul acesta de săptămână, care a trecut bine-nţeles, a fost plin de ieşiri planificate si neîmplinite. Ca de obicei defapt.

1. The Gay Fest/Parade – A plouat toată ziua si nu am mai mers. La prieteni le-a fost frica că ploaia îi va topii.

2. Picnic la Biserică – Asta nu a fost prea planificat, dar se pare că a fost o atracţie destul de mare, ptr că ne-am strans cu toţii acolo.

Note: Am fost total dezamăgită să observ că tineretul cu care am “crescut” aici in America a cam dispărut. Nu ştiu ce s-a intâmplat cu ei, dar nu am vazut decât vre-o 2 sau 3, şi chiar nu am aşteptăm la asta. Eram în chef de o reuniune si nu am avut cu cine. Tipic.

3. Poze – Un atempt la care am dezamăgit cu desăvârşire. Rezultatele pe flickr.

În  mare, sfârşitul ăsta de săptămână a fost groaznic. Nu am realizat nimic din ce mi-am propus şi de fiecare dată când văd pozele făcute (nu sunt multe) nu imi vine să cred ce văd. Arăt ca o scroafă care e in procesul de a fi indopată ptr tăierea de crăciun. Dacă pozele ar reflecta cine sau ce sunt, nu cred că aş avea chiar aşa mari probleme cu ele, dar they don’t!!!!!! Poate e un clişeu, nu ştiu, dar ştiu sigur ca nu arăt aşa, nu sunt atâta!! E trist.

Nu ştiu ce să mai zic. It sucks. Mă apuc de scris. Sunt inspirată.

P.S. Scrisul ăsta mă cam disperă!! Sunt sigură că am uitat sa schimb vre-un ă sau ş sau dracu ştie ce mai. I edited like 10 11 times already!!

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Living in the Chicago Suburb

iunie 20, 2008

Azi dimineata, dupa ce am intrat in office, inainte sa apuc sa imi beau cafeluta de dimineata, am auzit o conversatie despre regulile de trai din suburbiile din Chicago. Nu mi-a venit sa cred. Bellow find a list of the most unheard of things that you have to obey while living in a respected neighborhood in the suburbs.

1. You can’t have a window air conditioning unit in a window that is facing the street.

2. In some suburbs, not all, you can’t park your car in YOUR driveway over night.

3. Your garbage cans have to a certain distance from your front door, and it can’t be on ur driveway.

4. You can’t have a boat/rv parked in your driveway.

5. You have to maintain your lawn, underwise the village will come and cut it for you and bill you for it (double of course).

So on and so forth.

Crazy!!!!!! I don’t know what the fuck i’m paying a mortgage for. I should just pay rent.

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Thursday/Joi/Today

iunie 19, 2008

This day of Thursday i barely got my lazy ass out of bed. This is not me folks, not at all. Usually i get up before my little alarm clock even whispers its first wake up call, but not today. For some reason, lately, i actually sleep way beyond my wake up time. I get to work late, and i don’t care.

So today i actually have to work, sad as it sounds. I’ll do my best to actually work, although i doubt i’m going to get much done; just no chef.

I haven’t found out anything about my health condition yet, and i think it’s weighing on me a little.

That’s all folks!

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This night …

iunie 17, 2008

It was over, finally. I was so excited.

I met my mother and together we packed the remainder of my things. I was supposed to stay and clean up, i promised the old lady when she came up to me to remind me, like every year, that i have to clean up. She begs me. This was the last time i was going to see her. It was a little sad, but it didn’t bring me down. I was excited to leave; as excited as I’ve ever been.

I met up with some old friends, and there he was. He came too. He looked at me with a smile but didn’t say anything. What was there to be said? He didn’t know i was leaving. I wouldn’t stay for him, would I? Would he want me to? Ahh..it doesn’t matter; I’m leaving and I’m happy and supper excited.

As I was leaving he came up to me and kissed me; he took my breath away. I was as stiff as a grave stone in a 1000 year old cemetery. Somebody told him I was leaving; i could feel in his kiss that he didn’t want to let go.

He wanted to stay by my side, but that was not possible. I had to go back to the office to take care of some last minute things. I’m not sure what the hell was going on over there, but it was a mess. I turned a couple of times and it became night. My head was screaming at me to get out, to go see him before I have to leave, and I just didn’t move.

I tried to escape, to go to him, but it was too late.

It was nice to feel his touch, to feel his need for me, but it was all a dream.

Just some thoughts.

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My Lifetime companion

iunie 13, 2008

I will have a companion for the rest of my life.  A small little white pill; my reminder that life sucks.

This is the day i was asked told to accept it.

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Alegerile..pe termeni familiali

iunie 10, 2008

So, to distract myself from what’s going on in my little world, here’s what’s going on back home, in my family and my community.

Se pare ca e timpul alegerilor. Eu nu as avea de unde sa stiu, ptr ca nu ma intereseaza, asadar nu sunt la curent cu regulile scrise si nescrise. Nefiind acolo nu imi pot exprima parerea prea bine, asa ca voi relata mai multe fapte care mi-au fost descrise.

In mare, this is the story:

Mama mea vitrega si fostul primar al comunei de unde provin sunt cot la cot in fuga de a devenii primar vestit. Nu stiu sigur care e procedeeul si cum inca nu s-au luat deciziile, dar nici nu ma intereseaza. Ceea ce stiu e ca inca nu s-a luat decizia finala, deci mai este timp de facut propaganda si of course, a fool of yourself.

Am aflat ca tatal meu, cel care nu are timp sa dea un telefon fiicei sale sa vada daca mai traieste, s-a gasit sa ii dea un telefon unei prieten de familie din Germania sa ii faca capul calendar ca de ce mama ei, din Romania, din comuna cu pricina, a votat ptr fostul primar si nu viitoarea doamna primarita, nevasta lui. Mda, sa vezi si sa nu crezi. Eu sincer, daca as fi fost in locul ei, ii radeam in fata si ii inchideam telefonul.

Actiunea asta a lui a avut consecinte, of course. Mama a mers la tatal meu sa ii faca si ea, la randul ei, capul calendar lui, ca de ce o suna pe fiica sa sa discute politica cu ea.

Nu stiu sigur cum au decurs toate conversatiile susmentionate, dar sincer, cred ca ar fi fost un episod bun ptr Jerry Springer, sau orice alt talkshow unde lumea e platita sa se faca de doi bani.

E adevarat, e tatal meu, si pana acum nu facuse mai mult decat sa contribuie la lipsa mea de respect ptr el, dar acum, acum chiar imi este mila de el. Nu stiu daca ptr el conteaza asta, faptul ca propria lui fiica, la o varsta destul de frageda, a ajuns sa il compatimeasca ptr prostia pe care a acumulat-o de-a lungul aniilor.

Nu este totul. Nicidecum.

O alta chestie care tatal meu cel drag a facut, si face, din cate mi-a fost zis, e propaganda negative ptr actualul primar (nici nu stiu daca asa se zice la slander), si anume zvoneste ca Dl. primar fute tot ce prinde, literally. Din cate stiu eu, si cred ca totusi legea asta nu s-a schimbat, asta e ilegal in Romania si/sau Europa.

I guess ca se poate spune ca e foarte loial tatal meu. Face orice ptr cariera nevestei sale, chiar daca risca sa ajunge dupa gratii.

Nu stiu daca ar trebui sa imi pese, ca ma face de rusine si ca se face pe el insusi de rusine. Nu sunt acolo, nu ma afecteaza, deci sunt indiferenta. Si daca asi fi acolo, asi fi indiferenta. Nu e genul meu sa ma complic in chestii familiale, mai degraba in cele familiare.

Sunt curioasa cum se vor desfasura alegerile astea; chiar foarte curioasa.

Now this is entertainment people!

P.S. Nu a castigat pana la urma. Acum taticul e fara job, si mamicuta vitrega e cu moralul la pamant si mandria la curul fostului si actualului primar. Long live democracy!

Update: Nu a castigat mamicuta. Maybe next time around.

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Tribute to a Friend

iunie 2, 2008

The day has come for you to leave

The time has come for me to grieve.

Tears filled our thoughts

Pain spread in our hearts.

I hope you can forgive us

For forgetting to look at the stars.

I called him Bula; i don’t even know why. He was nobody’s son, nobody’s brother, nobody’s husband, but everybody’s friend. He was my friend when i was a child and nobody cared to be my friend. He played with me, he took care of me, and he thought me anything he knew and felt was worth teaching.

He died in pain because “nobody” was too busy to notice or care about his existence. I wanted to care, but couldn’t. I was too far away.

It just pissed me off that everybody is too busy with their own damn life to care about those who never cared about themselves but only about everybody else. He was the kind of man who always helped for some food and a drink. Now, he needed help, and nobody cared.

For all those who didn’t care, they day will come when Nobody will care about you.

Rest in peace.

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Sunday

iunie 2, 2008

The day started off ok, the sun was shining, the damn bird was driving me crazy since 6:00 am, but it was ok. Woke up, breakfasted, and went to the flea market. I love going there. You can find all kinds of collectibles, and of course other stuff that will just clutter your house, but you just have to have it.

It’s also said because you see older people trying to make a living by selling their belongings. You pay $1.00 for something that is priceless for them. I don’t know how they manage to part with their memories for basically nothing.

I actually overheard somebody saying that they made $60.00 that day. I don’t even know what to say about this. I’m sure it speaks for itself.

We also visited the German Fest, had a beer and a thuringer sandwich and went home.

An ok Sunday, until I got home and I was informed that somebody died. A long time friend.

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Weekend Overview

iunie 2, 2008

I don’t blog over the weekend, because I just can’t get myself to touch a computer. It’s too much. It’s addicting. So here is the overview (for those who care).

Friday,

Even though I knew better, I still bought tickets for the Sex & the City Premier. It wasn’t the first show of the night, so I figured it wouldn’t be that bad. It was. It was absolutely insane. I’ve never seen so much “pizdareala” (cum le-a zis bf) in one place. The movie started at 9:45 and we got there at 9:20. By that time all the bitches were drunk, and this is how they looked like:

Btw, they figured the occasion was worth a nicer ride than the Chevy they have to their name, so they rented limo’s. How cliché.

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Saturday

iunie 2, 2008

Woke up early, like 8 am (which is damn early for the weekend) because I had to take my car to the mechanic. My brake sensors were fucked. Got there, left the car and went to my cousins to babysit. Every time I go there I always say it’s the last time, I’ll never do it again, and I keep coming back. Why? Who knows, I’m deranged I guess. She always tells me just a couple of hours and once she is gone, she never comes back. One time I was there for like 6 hours, even though it was supposed to be just a couple.

Whatever. I took the kids, went to the beach, to the park, and had some McDonalds. It was nice. I love them.

Gives me an insight into being a mommy, and it’s not that bad. It’s all about the way you treat them. If you’re nice, they’re nice. If you scream, they scream, etc.

The evening was uneventful. Home, sleep….and probably some “family time” in between. Or not. I don’t remember.