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Ce faci cu un porumbel care nu se lasa prins pentru a fi eliberat? Il otravesti!!! Simplu.
De ce sa te chinui sa il prinzi cu vreo plasa, de ce sa pierzi timpul sa il ademenesti cu mancare si cu o cutie pe post de capcana? De ce sa suporti excrementele care se preling pe perete , de ce sa cureti mizeria pe care o lasa de fiecare data cand isi ia masa?
Va spun eu de ce: pentru ca e o vietate, un suflet care n-a gresit cu nimic decat ca a intrat unde nu trebuia si ii e prea teama sa lase oamenii sa se apropie de el, nestiind ca unii dintre ei vor sa il ajute.
Unii, ca altii au luat inteligenta decizie de a scapa de el prin otravire.
Povestea este urmatoarea: un porumbel dragut de tot a intrat cam acum o luna si un un pic in cladirea de birouri in care lucrez. S-a refugiat sub cupola cladirii care e de sticla si se amageste in fiecare zi cand vede lumina soarelui si albastrul cerului. Ii punem de mancare, ii dam apa si vine azi inumanul de administrator sa ne anunte cu o falca in cer si cu una in pamant ca a otravit porumbelul si sa nu mai facem mizerie cu boabele ce i le lasam acolo. Stupefactie si tristete. Cand colegele mele ii spun ca cleanta de la baie trebuie schimbata, a ridicat din umeri si a mormait ceva ininteligibil si a plecat.
Nu imi place politica, nu comentez politica, dar zilele astea fac o exceptie, ca tot se apropie referendumul.
Si o fac pentru ca sunt indignata, sunt nervoasa si ma simt fraierita (ca cetatean al Romaniei). Ceea ce nu imi place de fel.
Am tot evitat sa scriu despre batalia ce se da acum intre partide, dar deja nu mai pot sa ma abtin. Am primit in mail un articol care explica modalitatea de calculare a voturilor. Ce conteaza, cum se ia in considerare, ce se ia in considerare, ce se desconsidera si asa mai departe. Ideea e ca demiterea se ia in considerare indiferent cati merg la vot, dar ramanerea lui Basescu se va intampla numai daca 50% + 1 merg la vot. Au sucit-o in asa fel, incat oricum ai da-o sa le iasa lor manevra. Mi se face scarba cand vad ce se intampla. Oamenii astia chiar isi baga picioarele (si nu numai) in ce vrea poporul. De ce nu poate fi si asta un vot ca oricare altul? De ce nu putem sa avem incredere in nimeni?
Intrebari retorice si inutile.
Imi place sa calatoresc. Departe, aproape, in stanga, in dreapta, in sus, in jos, in centru, oriunde. Profit cam de orice ocazie mi se iveste sa o zbughesc din orasul asta, pe care de altfel il iubesc si intotdeauna m-as intoarce la el. Imi place doar sa vizitez, sa vad sa ma mir, sa compar si apoi la sfarsitul excursiei sa ma intorc umila la Timisoara mea, cu regrete, dorinte si furie contra autoritatilor locale. Dar asta e alta discutie pe care o voi dezvolta altadata.
Ieri, sambata, am fost pentru o a doua excursie de o zi, in Ungaria. Cum la Szeged fusesem o data si cum de data asta aveam ca interes principal cumparaturile de la un anumit magazin…am ales Békéscsaba. Un oras aproape de granita de la Varsand. De fapt primul e Gyula, dar va povestesc acus si de de el.
Békéscsaba e un oras mai mic decat Timisoara, cam 70 000 locuitori, foarte frumos, ingrijit, civilizat si curat. Ah, si cu muuulta, multa verdeata, pasarele multe, oameni primitori si statui in fata fiecarei cladiri mai importante. Din intamplare ne-a nimerit sa fim acolo, in timpul unei expozitii cu de toate. Cand spun de toate, ma refer la faptul ca erau standuri ce ofereau de la seminee pana la cosmetice, de la motociclete pana la aparate de masaj. Am vazut un spectacol de hipism, ceea ce mi-a trezit inca o data admiratia pentru cai si am asteptat cam o jumatate de ora sa ni se faca un colac secuiesc.
Desi excursia viza Békéscsaba, cu o oprire eventuala la Gyula ne-am hotarat pe la 4-5 sa ne intoarcem. Gyula ne-a oferit surprize si mai placute decat primul orasel, si e si de vreo 3 ori mai mica decat Békéscsaba. Fantani superbe, stradute si parcuri de nu ti-ar veni sa stai in casa daca ai locui acolo. In Gyula este si o statiune de tratament asa ca are cine sa se plimbe prin parcurile alea frumoase. Mai este si o cetate, cu care n-am decoperit inca ce e, si ce trecut istoric are, dar a fost un cadru minunat pentru poze. Pe la 9 si un pic, extenuati, cu niste dureri de picioare, de cap, de spate si de umeri infernale, dupa o zi de mers, ne-am intors bucurosi in Romania. :( As fi vrut sa fac o comparatie intre Lugoj si Gyula sau Buzias si Gyula ca doar Buziasul e si el o statiune. Nu pot sa fac aceasta comparatie. Nici macar Timisoara, care e un oras care cica se respecta nu se poate compara cu curatenia si ingrijirea orasului. Eh, nu spun mai mult ca stim cu totii.

What comes to your mind when you hear this phrase?

Well, it might be something illegal, immoral or something one doesn’t like to do. From all these three, what suits to my job is the immorality (in a certain way and quantity). In spite of that it’s perfectly legal, and as weird as it may sound, I’m enjoying it. Let me describe it to you a little bit.

In the beginning I thought that my job would be difficult to accomplish and I was a little shy. In time, I came to realize that I was wrong. The only thing I have to do is make it better and popular in order to satisfy my boss. The more clients, the merrier.

Eight hours per day I’m surrounded by naked people, genitals, breasts, men and women, two at a time, three and sometimes a whole orgy, weird positions and freaky demands… Hm…sometimes it’s no fun. I’m tired, I am not in the mood, but hey, it’s my job, I have to do it. They want me to talk dirty, especially in French…you have no idea how funny that can be sometimes… After work, I’m not in the mood for anything else, just a good diner, a bath and sleep. The next day: here we go again. Ah, but the weekends …, the weekends are off, that’s the best part, when I can spend time with my boyfriend. He tends to be jealous sometimes and at first he didn’t agree with what I’m doing…Now he’s got used to the idea.

It seems to me, or you get the wrong impression? What are you thinking about??? That I’m a prostitute??? No, no, no! Wrong, wrong wrong.

I am a computer operator, and yes I work with pornography (for a while!!!) but IT’S NOT ME the one directly involved. As I like to say about myself: I am a ‘link builder’, meaning that I work for a site who needs better positioning on Google and Page Rank improvement. For more details and descriptions search it on the www. This site happens to be an erotic one. I don’t mind that, because no one knows who I am. I can be a guy, a gay or a woman with a different and fake name and email address for each one of them (split personality J))). That is the immorality of my job, which I ignore every time I open my computer when I come to work. It may be very funny but sometimes it may be very disgusting.

(I can always disable the photos)

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Voici une histoire que j’aime beaucoup:

Nancy en hiver, une neige mouillée, une fille entre dans un café. Moi, je bois mon verre, elle s’installe à côté, je ne sais pas comment l’aborder. La pluie, le beau temps, ça n’a rien de génial. Mais c’est bien pour forçer son étoile, puis vient le moment où l’on parle de soi. Et la neige a fondu sous nos pas.

On s’est connus au café des trois colombes, aux rendez-vous des amours sans abri. On était bien, on se sentait seuls au monde, on n’avait rien, mais on avait toute la vie.

Nancy au printemps, ça ressemble au Midi, elle m’aime et je l’aime aussi, on marche en parlant, on refait la philo. Je la prends mille fois en photo, les petits bistrots tout autour de la place au soleil ont sorti leurs terrasses. Mais il y avait trop de lumière et de bruit, on attendait qu’arrive la nuit.

Nancy, c’est trop loin, c’est au bout de la terre. Ça s’éloigne à chaque anniversaire mais j’en suis certain, mes chagrins s’en souviennent, le bonheur passait par la Lorraine. Elle s’en est allée suivre d’autres chemins qui ne croisent pas souvent les miens.Je t’ai oubliée, mais c’est plus fort que moi, il l m’arrive de penser à toi.

I thought about handwriting when I saw a big set of coloured pens at a friend of mine. I used to like so much writing things…lectures, diaries, lists, I even tried to write a whole book by hand. Well, that was in the 7th grade, it won’t happen again…Or who knows? ;))
The only things I write now are the shopping lists, which are not very long, not even full sentences, notes to my parents, which are even rarer than the lists. Anyhow, I miss it. I have a nice handwriting, (yes I brag) but unfortunately I don’t use it anymore because of the computer. I like pencils, pens and other things used for this, but…they are useless. I recently discovered the tables in Excel, and you don’t know how fascinated I am by them. I put into a table anything I find it. I have a different worksheet for the movies I have on CDs, for the books I have read, for the CDs with pictures I took, and these are only on my own PC. If we take into consideration how many I have at work…(worksheets I don’t really need)….mmmm, yeah I’m insane.
I have this obsession about sorting and matching things, putting some order into everything that surrounds me.
I hope that the future generations won’t lose the ability to handwrite because of the computers. A letter is a much more direct approach than an email.

You didn’t expect to read some crappy things about me, like who I am, what I like and stuff like that. You’ll have plenty of time for that. Just visit my blog often enough and sometimes you’ll actually be surprised about what you may find here. Until then… enjoy this video, which you’ll find clicking ont this link… Yeah, maybe I could have put it here somehow (or maybe not), but I still figure it out, how this thing works. Enjoy! I sure did…

 

 

http://youtube.com/watch?v=y14g50q4hQ0