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reclama

Iaca reclama. Sa ma enervez? Sa rad?
Via Iatzi via Sport.ro.

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Dragi oameni care intrati pe acest blog, vreau sa fac un anunt important pentru mine: de azi am propriul meu domeniu!!! Sunt megasupercalifragilistic de incantata si abia astept sa transfer tot continutul acestui blog pe noua adresa:). Evident ca prietenii mei Victor (merci de gazduire) si Costin vor innebuni din cauza mea si a sutelor de mii de intrebari gen "auzi, da aici cum fac? dau continue?", asta in conditiile in care la munca lucrurile o cam iau razna si proiectele rasar ca ciupercutzele (:P) dupa ploaie. But o sa ma descurc eu cumva eventually si atunci sa te tii:)).

Pana una alta, am gasit alta dandana si nush ce sa fac, sa rad, sa plang: cei care au cautat "anurim" pe google au gasit prima data Anurim SRL, o firma care face ..... hartie igienica! Abia al doilea rezultat este blogul meu! Bine ca hartia igienica facuta de astia nu se numeste "anurim" ca nush ce faceam:)).

In the end, iaca o melodie care-mi place zilele astea (imi placea si in varianta Sam Cooke).

La Boquita Maldita feat. Miruna & Zoso

Dupa cum am promis acum niste zile (cam multe, dar e numai vina lui ecostin), iaca video despre cum m-am facut de ras dar si cu o sticla de Bailey's pe care eu si Boquita o s-o bem de revelion (caci acum sta cuminte la 'mneaei in biblioteca, dupa cum singura a spus). Toate video, mai putin ultimul, via eCostin, evident.

First, ladies and gentlemen, La Boquita Maldita & Miruna!


Apoi, ca sa nu ne plictisim, am cantat si singure ca doar na, deja ne facusem incalzirea. Miruna....



La Boquita aka Daniela



Eu si Zoso [eu zic ca peste asta se poate sari ca suntem total afoni]



Sau daca doriti un alt unghi de abordare pentru lalaiala de mai sus, voila



Pana la urma tot in cuplu e mai bine, asa ca eu si Daniela o sa dam lovitura probabil la un alt karaoke, deja a inceput sa ne placa:). Plus ca am gasit si melodia perfecta pentru noi.

Ah, era sa uit: merci mai eCostin:). Pentru filmare si postare.

weekend

OMG, cat de bine e in weekend! Inca nu-mi revin de bucurie ca am dormit suficient, ca am avut timp sa-mi beau cafeaua cu lapte si sa-i si simt gustul, ca am putut sa ma intind de o mie de ori inainte sa ma dau jos din pat...
Mama mea a decis ca un aparat foto ar fi cadoul perfect de ziua mea, numai ca trebuie sa ii spun eu exact ce vreau, ca ea oricum nu se pricepe:). Si ma gandesc ca e o idee foarte buna, chiar mi-as dori unul! Evident ca nu vreau cine stie ce minune de DSLR, ca nu am innebunit la cap si nici nu-s asa de smechera ca unii, vreau o "sapuniera" care sa scoata niste poze misto si care totusi sa aiba niste optiuni, ca nu-s batuta-n cap:P. So, daca aveti careva vreo recomandare, lista de comentarii arata 0 so far, feel free to fill in:).
Cand mi-am exprimat dorinta asta la munca, za robi a inceput sa faca misto de mine: "maaama, sa vezi acu' ce flashuri peste tot p-aci... O sa-si faca poze ea cu blogu, ea cu premiile, ea cu biroul":)))). Za robi, promit sa nu aduc foarte des aparatul la munca.
Ah, ma duc sa mai lenevesc putin:).

Miruna, cardul si Hi5

Uitasem sa povestesc ce-am patit azi. De fapt totul a inceput saptamana trecuta cand mi-am dat seama ca nu mai am cardul. Adica acel card, cu toti banii pe el. Ma duc la banca si spun ca am nevoie de unul nou ca asta si asa expira curand.

Azi de dimineata ma gandesc ca ar fi bine sa ma duc sa-l iau, ca ramasesem leftera. Dar imi dau seama ca nu mai am buletinul! Eram blocata. Nu tu bani, nu tu buletin, nimic! Iau pasaportul si ma duc totusi, poate am noroc. Imi gasisera cardul intr-un ATM (damn BCR ATM, prima data dau banii, si dupa niste vreme cardul, d-aia il uit mereu, ca nu e prima data) si am putut sa-l iau cu pasaportul. Buletinul meu nu era la ei ca am intrebat. Ajung la munca. Printre hartiile de pe birou vad factura de la cadoul pentru Miri de saptamana trecuta. Si-mi pica fisa: buletinul meu e la prietenii de la digital camera! Sun la ei si le spun problema. Baiatul de acolo zice: aaaaa, da, e la noi buletinul dvs., cand am vazut ca e aici v-am cautat pe net, dar nu am gasit un numar de telefon asa ca v-am lasat un mesaj pe Hi5! :))))))). And they really did! Uite cum suna mesajul: "Nu am gasit alta modalitate de a va anunta, dar cartea d-voastra de identitate se afla la sediul firmei noastre. Va rugam sa ne contactati la unul din numerele de tlf..."

That made my day! Dar ma mir ca nu mi-au lasat totusi un comment pe blog, ca pe asta sigur l-au gasit mai repede pe google. Dar apreciez extrem inventivitatea:)), pe bune. S-a gandit omul ala ca poate poate exist pe Hi5 si iata ca n-a gresit:). Uite d-aia am eu conturi pe toate porcariile astea de social networks! Nu intru niciodata pe ele, dar nu se stie ce mai uit si pe unde si asa ma gaseste lumea:)).

Cel mai tare a fost C., mi-a zis: auzi, dar de ras nu e ca aia ti-au lasat mesaj pe Hi5, ci ca tu ai cont pe Hi5:))! La ce naiba-ti trebuie??

E, si cu ocazia asta am intrat si eu pe Hi5 sa vad care mai e treaba. Am o gramada de oameni care asteapta sa-i trec in lista de prieteni (!!!) si niste comentarii de moderat de prin august de la niste pustani care imi spun cat de rau sucks Bucurestiul. Oh, well... Hi5...

rain

Ploua. Zici ca e 8 seara si ar trebui sa plec acasa.. Vremea asta asa ma moleseste ca abia pot sa ma concentrez la miile de chestii pe care trebuie sa le fac.
Si, colac peste pupaza (rusine, rusine!), ma trezesc ca la calculatorul de aici de la munca noul meu header nu se vede cum trebuie! In IE6 (cum cica folosesc majoritatea utilizatorilor, desi eu prefer Mozilla Firefox) patesc asta.. Sunt foarte suparata.

in the mood for love

Pentru ne-cunoscatori: nu va bateti capul, poate ca e cam subtil. Si e si in franceza:)). Maine o sa scriu ceva mai interesant.


Le Petit Prince et Le Renard
- Qu’est-ce que signifie “apprivoiser”?

- C’est une chose trop oubliée, dit le renard. Ça signifie “créer des liens…”

- Créer des liens ?

- Bien sûr, dit le renard. Tu n’es encore pour moi qu’un petit garçon tout semblable à cent mille petits garçons. Et je n’ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n’as pas besoin de moi non plus. Je ne suis pour toi qu’un renard semblable à cent mille renards. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, nous aurons besoin l’un de l’autre. Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde.. (…) Ma vie est monotone. Je chasse les poules, les hommes me chassent. Toutes les poules se ressemblent, et tous les hommes se ressemblent. Je m’ennuie donc un peu. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, ma vie sera comme ensoleillée. Je connaîtrai un bruit de pas qui sera différent de tous les autres. Les autres pas me font rentrer sous terre. Le tien m’appellera hors du terrier, comme une musique. Et puis regarde ! Tu vois, là-bas, les champs de blé ? Je ne mange pas de pain. Le blé pour moi est inutile. Les champs de blé ne me rappellent rien. Et ça, c’est triste ! Mais tu as des cheveux couleur d’or. Alors ce sera merveilleux quand tu m’auras apprivoisé ! Le blé, qui est doré, me fera souvenir de toi. Et j’aimerai le bruit du vent dans le blé…
(...)
- Adieu, dit le renard. Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

- L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux, répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.

- C’est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.

- C’est le temps que j’ai perdu pour ma rose… fit le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.

- Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard. Mais tu ne dois pas l’oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose…

- Je suis responsable de ma rose… répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.

I will survive

This is the name of the song that made me and La Boquita Maldita the proud winners of a prize at the bloggers karaoke contest last night. You can see some pictures here. I hope I'll have some videos soon, as I said, cameras are around me almost every day. I also made a fool of myself singing alone, and then with Zoso, and then with a guy from work :), but it was fun.
Others have written more about this (only in Romanian), that's why I think I'll rest my case and go to sleep. I had quite a weekend:). A prize-full weekend.

PS - photos and videos in some other post.

My ally--mcbeal skirt

I bet you've all heard the expression "an ally-mcbeal moment". I bet you all know or suppose what it means, especially if you know the character. Now Ally McBeal used to wear at some point very short skirts and as a lawyer she would have problems in court on this subject. I for one, although resembled in many occasions with this character (by guys who would generally want sexual intercourse with me, of course), resent wearing skirts, and short skirts are most of the time out of the question. But yesterday I decided I needed a change. And since I have in my closet a very short skirt, bought in a moment of lunacy I guess, I felt like wearing it.
Now, I am either very ugly in jeans, or everybody was shocked by me wearing a skirt. Either way, it was fun. Somebody told me I look like a girl from Manga cartoons:)).

Anyway, girls, it is true. Guys, no matter how intelligent they might be, fall for a pair of legs and a short skirt.

Karaoke night!

I am having a very busy week. But once the month of December starts, it's party time for me! And I start with the 1st of December, this Saturday, huge party:). Then, on Sunday, the bloggers from Bucharest organize a karaoke night out! And ya people all must know that my hidden fantasy is to sing at karaoke. This is why I even put my name on the list, downloaded the list of songs.. stuff like that. I'm taking it all very seriously, it's my one-time chance to sing in front of a bunch of drunk people, me being quite dizzy as well:). I guess I'll have some proof for that, I have people with cameras around me every day:).
After that it's Joe's birthday! After that, it's my birthday that I'll be celebrating twice this year: with friends and in Barcelona:). So... my wonderful December is about to start and I can't wait for it to begin.

P.S. - My brother's wedding will be on the 29th of June 2008. Can't believe he's getting married. (that is... my YOUNGER brother)

Warsaw .... and my turtles

I must start with the thing that makes me sad: I'm a bad mother, I gave my turtles away!! I donated them to a guy who can't walk, he stays in bed all day long, his sister came and took them away yesterday. I came to think that these turtles were with me during the most troubled period of my life and if they could talk (and have a memory of their own), perhaps they'd have plenty to say (mostly bad things about me being a bad mother, I'm sure). I really hope, in fact, that someone would pay much more attention to them than I did lately. And that they'd be OK.

Warsaw was... strange. Perhaps because the only time I got to visit a part of the old town was by night. It was very cold and foggy, seemed like Twilight Zone a bit. But I looooved the food (if you ever go there, have lunch or dinner at Kompania Piwna!) and the fact that a "large beer" is large indeed, that is 1 L. Of course, Joe and I (Joe is a girl from my office I traveled with) were both very much attracted to the H&M shop in the local mall. Oh, and I almost forgot the Hard Rock Cafe, first time I've ever been into one of those, quite nice, very good food, I even got to see the beginning of a concert of Afromental (these are some Polish guys singing something between reggae, rock and hip-hop as I understood from a cute waiter... Polish MTV as he said).

This weekend I was @work, just as my messenger status announced everybody in my list. I guess everything compensates in this world, hmmm?

A.G. Weinberger, Aura and Warsaw

I'm leaving for Warsaw tomorrow. I've never been there before and, although I'm attending a conference, I hope I'll have some time to take a tour. And, of course, I might be coming back with lots of good ideas for work.
Tonight I've been to a blues&jazz concert. A.G. Weinberger and Miss Aura were great, although the show began a bit awkward, with some aerobic guys doing stuff on stage. A.G was great and Aura has a great voice:). Here's a sample below (it's not from the concert, unfortunately, but I hope I'll find some examples when I get back). And I'm going to sleep, it's quite late and tomorrow there'll be a pretty difficult day.

I found it!

Remember I said I would take care of the forgotten "M needs a home" campaign? Well, I did. And guess what I found last week on one of those real-estate websites:


LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOl. That was a good laugh first time I saw these pictures. U wanna know how much was this dump? 70 000 euro for 29 sq meters. It is in the center of Bucharest, indeed, but anyway....

love story

I admit I am sometimes a sucker for good romance movies. I don't say it very often, maybe because I really don't wanna sound too girlish or anything. But there are nights, like this one, when I come out and say it. Or maybe it's just my constant need for affection that allows me to be impressed by a good love story. Hate it when it's sad though. But they say the sad ones are better.
I must have inherited this taste for good love stories from my grandma. You might not believe me, but she was the only 70 years old woman from that village with a subscription to the local library. And constantly asking the librarian for love novels. She would devour book after book especially during winter nights. And she had a special concern on my emotional future. Coz we were born under the same sign, therefore she feared we might have the same destiny. Although it might not look like that, there are some weird similarities in our taste for men. I guess the "bad boy" cliche fits, or maybe the "hard-to-get" type.
Oh well, I blame it on the sleeping satellite.. Night night!

manu chao - Me llaman calle

This is a song from the latest Manu Chao album. I love it. Maybe because Manu Chao is intrinsecally connected to the best years of my past. Manu Chao works like the Proust's madeleine for me.

my lows

Quite a crappy day today. I was incapable of thinking clear, of doing things, I felt like tied up. I would just stand in front of the computer trying to become coherent and categoric and decisive just as everyone around me expected me to be. Just that I wasn't. I couldn't. Then I got angry on my boss for not understanding this delicate situation. But he was right. I was @work. I was supposed to work at least in the low parameters.
But I kept thinking that this week I left the office at 10 almost every night. I generally do more than I am asked to do because this is how I feel like. I got involved. Can't I be excused and understood for one miserable fucking day? Can't he protect me? Is it so impossible for people around me to just understand that sometimes I CAN BE LOW?! But maybe this is the image I created for myself. I always take care of everybody. I never forget tasks. I am always responsible. Even annoying if you ask some of the guys. So when I am down, they cannot cope with it. They don't understand. They just expect me to be as I usually am. So I guess I should just relax, take it easy, put a little distance between me and work.

@work

If you guys were wondering what am I doing @work, well here it is. Sometimes, in the evening, when fewer people remain, we fool around in the office with paper bags on our heads. Beneath the bags it's me and Daniela, around us is Alin.

Perhaps it may sound weird, but I love it when spontaneous childish things like that happen. It makes us think we are not quite at work :). Of course, Robi the boss wasn't there to see us.

Why I love chocolate

Nice November Sunday. I feel a little bit naughty (yes, I know it's weird to say that about me, but this is how I feel). I rarely ever listen to some of my favorite tunes. Some of them are very nicely put in various commercials.
The one you're about to see is one of my favorites. I also just happen to LOOOOVE chocolate. Now you're gonna see why.

dazed and confused.... more confused:)

I decided to go to Barcelona on my birthday. Cristina and me. Just us girls. I just hope she won't find a guy until then and leave me alone:). But hey, this might be quite an experience, right?

Well, we tried to find tickets tonight and guess what? They are kind of expensive for low cost companies (we found tickets around 490 Euros for 2 persons, I mean, c'mmmmoooon). Searching for other ways to get there, she thought of asking at the railway station if there are some ways to go to Barca by train. Well, no trains go directly from Bucharest to Barcelona or anywhere, except for Venice, Italy (of course, we Romanians are kinda romantic people) and the ticket would cost like 170 euros one way for one person!!! That was very funny, she didn't have the nerve to ask how long this journey would last, this high price was too much for her.

In the end we decided to ask some advice from our boss, the Robi, he's the smart guy around there. And only after that (please notice the respect:P) buy the tickets.
My mother was a bit speechless hearing my latest wish, maybe because she thought she won't have me here for Christmas. I, for one, decided to be selfish this year and think about MY BIRTHDAY. To me it's not a waste of time. Not yet. I like my birthday. It makes me feel special and unique (as if I wasn't already!:))). The age might get me depressed, yes, but hey, who's thinking about that in Barcelona?

I'm going to sleep now, it's late. But I can't leave without the song that inspired the title of this post, no connection (apparently only) with anything I was mumbling here these past few minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Led Zeppelin!