France, baby!

So I managed to come back to my French home a couple of days ago, and man I thought France was ugly, but somehow I like it this time. I like this lazyness floating in the air, the cute tingling in your eyes after you had a really big cheap meal at noon, that drousiness and well-being, like a baby after it got its bottle.

I also like the fact that people smile, even if they don't like you. A few months ago I despised them for that, but see, I had this big surprise: the first French person I saw after I landed - of course the customs agent, what did you think? - was really nice, smiled a lot, although he was going through my stuff. Normally I would want to strangle someone who's messing up my luggage, but how could I? I think the guy would have continued smiling as I'd be choking him. Talking about polite people, huh?

Oh, and the best part! The 'secrétaires'!!! Remember how you feared going to the faculty's office to ask for some stupid paper that takes like 30 seconds to do, and yet that damn bitch was 'too busy' - probably playing solitaire, and for some, showing their underpants to some other stupid ho. Well here, well of course, they SMILE, and although they will get on your nerves because of all the paper work you need to do, they really try to help, and sometimes give you good advice! Long live French secretaries, gosh I wish they could breed like bunnies and take over the world, I think we'd all be happy :)

There are so many more things that I used to hate, and now appreciate, cause I went back home, and I realised that although they seem stupid, they make life more comfortable, and you miss them when they're not there. Like choice, like information and like colourful stuff. We've got to admitt it, Romania is still a quarter communist, it'll take another 20 years to get rid of that - or maybe more...

Anywhooo, I started loving France :) But I guess France was the same in december, so it must be that I'm happy :p

Love to all of you that love me back!
Lulutz

P.S.: I miss CHEWY :((((((

Friends and Me

You know those times when you look back on your life, and you realise that you have a little smile showing in the corner of your mouth, but you don't really want to show that you were laughing inside your head, cause you're in a meeting or in the bus? How often does that come for you? For me it's almost everyday, but fortunatelly, since I don't get my butt out of my room, I can laugh as much as I want. And most of those times it's because of things I remember doing with friends.

Friends come and go they say, and there are only few to stay. And hack, we all know that with todays crave for the unknown, we'd be lucky to be able to keep track of our own deeds! I think that today you have to be a lot more open-minded, more willing to forgive and more faithful than a hundred years ago. Cause today the world is our village, and everything is expanding: our lives, the area we live in, the places we see, the periods of time in between meetings with friends, and that asks for a whole lot more of all of those things I just said.

So what are friends? Well to me, they are those people that made me smile in the bus for no reason. If they somehow managed to do something in the past to make me look like a fool in the present, they are time masters! And they sure always be present in my life, I can't help it dudes, they master time!! They can come back whenever they want.

I also learnt a valuable lesson a few days ago. I know that many of you would wanna call and congratulate me on my great achievement of finally learning something (which, all joke aside, would be, cause I haven't studied anything for the past 1.5 years), but listen to this. When you have a problem with somebody that you care about, I know that you'd want to poke his eyes out, but please keep your fingers to yourself, don't hurt him/her in anyway, cause it'll come right back at you. This is not taken out from Street Fight for Idiots, I'm talking about less physical arguments.

I hope you all have at least as many bus-smile disorders a day, cause if you do, it means you've had a wonderful life filled by friends, regardless they stayed or not :p
Big smoochies to everybody!!!

Chewy's resolutions

Chewy decided to be fluffy today. He woke up around 7 o'clock, found out that I was still sleeping and got used to the idea that he wouldn't get out of his cage until later on. So he slept and slept and piled up his energy level that he would later use to run around the room like a numbnutt and to chew on my carpet's fringe.
He's doing it right now. Both of them. It's like Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiew, chewy up, chewy down, chewy on the carpet, chewy with a cable in his mouth, chewy on the couch, chewy peeing on the pillow, chewy transforming into a little devil...
So what I'm guessing is that when he wakes up he must have a pretty big list of things that he has to do, that's why he's moving so fast...he must have a been a wall street agent in a previous life :))
He's like: Okay, today as soon as that big biotch opens the cage I dash out, start in a clockwise motion: cables in the corner, pee on the couch, oh I must not forget eating her plane ticket, I spotted it last night on that small table next to the door, which btw it's a total disaster in terms of interior design - yeah, grooming, eating those delicious balls of stuff coming out of my butt, jump around for some exercice, eating until I burst, and maybe around 15.00 take a 5. I must ignore all the yelling. Apparently she's using some kind of code name...cheweee or something when she's got treats, but get the treat and dash, otherwise I might end up on her lap!!! Oh and btw, I must not forget to keep some pee in case that happens. It's like magic! A little leak and off I go! Gosh, I'm so lucky I'm so cute and small, I get away with everything.
I think I'm gonna hide again under the bathtub today, I just love that expression of dispair and anguish when she's trying to get me out of there! Mwhahahaha! And then, when she's had enough of me, I'll just put my little cute nose in between the bars and ask for a kiss :D She'll let me go in no time!
Now, seriously, I'm starting to think my rabbit is evil....

When you don't feel like working....

It's just one of those days when you don't feel like working. Actually for me it's one of those years when you just can't get your butt out of bed before 11 o'clock! Is my soul lost? Am I going to be forever stygmatised by this sheer lazyness that fills my bones with sleep only one hour after I woke up??

Seriously people, getting up in the morning has become mission impossible for me! I try! I swear I do...I put the alarm at night, I hear it in the morning and I open my eyes widely. But, but, juuuuust 2 more seconds, I have to see this, I was having the most awesome dream! I was riding on a shark and telling Sarkozy that he had the emotional intelligence of a monkey nipple... Daring!!

So let's say I do wake up at 8 o'clock like you people do. Well, I'm gonna be good for nothing. I stare at the screen, I try to keep my eyes open, but most often I fall asleep on the desk...just a couple of minutes, I have to see this! Mmmmiam miam miam.

And then I start working. Sort of speaking. I open a document and I remember I haven't checked my mail yet. Spend between 20 and 45 minutes on it - reading news, answering mails, looking at silly ppt presentations, the regular stuff. I go back to my document, look over it for 5 minutes. After all the hard work I deserve a Futurama episode (my new thing :p). After it's done I tell myself that I can afford watching another, they're only 20 minutes long!

I go back to my document, look over it again, maybe change something here and there - no creative conception whatsoever - and then somebody sends me a joke, or a youtube link (and we all know that once you've accessed youtube you're doomed), or some other stupid thing meant to destroy any attempt to work! Oh, by the way, it's been so long since I haven't posted on my blog! I think I have a pretty good idea... And here we are...me and you. Me writing it and you reading it. GET BACK TO WORK LAZYBONES. And turn that Y!M off!

He he he :p Gotcha
Love to all of you that love me back

Sad little piggies reunite!

This is us...during the first week of the year. Why?
Let's analyse the facts. You've probably eaten a lot, and everybody knows that when you eat more than you need you grow pig toes and nose and ears. So, we look like pigs.
Most of the family went back to work/their homes, and you probably find yourself alone. You go skiing by yourself. You fall, and you tell yourself: If only I had eaten less, I would have human hands and legs to get up! And I'm alone, there's no one here to pick me up!
Gosh, I feel empty on the first days of 2008.

And it was Christmas!

This is what I hate about Christmas:

1. It's too short.
2. I don't get enough presents.
3. There's too many people in the house.
4. The presents that I get aren't good enough.
5. I'm too hungry in the beginning.
6. I'm too full at the end.
7. I drink too much.
8. I speak too much.
9. I don't get enough presents.
10. Who's that guy in red, and why is his bag empty???
11. I don't get enough presents!
12. People don't say thank you for the presents (cause they come from 'Santa').
13. I spent half of my 2007 savings.
14. I didn't get enough presents to cover that hole in my savings.
15. The next morning we eat leftovers.
16. Everybody is sleepy/having a hang over/sick the next morning.
17. The quota of presents dedicated to me wasn't high enough to make me eat leftovers!
18. I have to pretend I like my presents.
19. EVERYBODY has to sing...
20. I hope you understand that I need more presents!!!!!

:D For a Lousy Christmas and a Crappy New Year!

Hot long weekend, so cold but still long post!

Hello everyone!!!

I had the most something weekend. Something as in 'Well, That's Something', with a capital S, yeah!

First of all, I would like to make the public announcement, that we have safely landed home, although with slight changes in airport and such, but safe. Thank god they didn't make us switch planes during the flight...

We didn't sleep much, we left on saturday morning, took the bus, took the train and then another train... arrived in Paris. AAAAAAH, sweet Paris! Paris je t'aime. It was like a fresh breath of air! It smelled a bit like piss - we were still in the train station - but gosh, that smelled good in Paris!

We spent an exquisite evening in Paris...how can one not to??? We slept in this creepy hotel in Chinatown (we avoided staying in it for as long as we could) we ate at a Vietnamese restaurant near the hotel, which, although looked pretty...wrong, had the best food ever! In big dishes too! I swear to god, we both ate what I can only guess were buckets of soup...delicious soup! And they punished us...nooo focks, onli chopsticks, you eat fast, oder customers in line!

Then we took a stroll down Champs Elysées, up on Montmartre, and then I landed in Paradise...Place Vendome and the Opera...I swear there were waves of perfume all over the place. It was like fairies had farted on that street! And lights and diamonds and luxury everywhere! This big column made for Napoleon (think he was trying to make up for something less big in his pants), and shops selling stuff that costs like our lifetime sallary...and then we went back to the hotel in chinatown. Had some doubts before getting (half)naked in the bed.

On Sunday, took the metro, took the bus and arrived at the airport. Cut my finger, yelled at Thom for laughing about it, got checked all over, and crashed exhausted (me, not the plane!). We got on the plane, BlueAir registered trade mark, cause I think they're trade mark for all crap. And worst...the company was exquisite! If you ever took Eurolines buses to come home/to Romania, you know what I'm talking about. You know, those nice guys that think that their music tickles your ears in a pleasent way, and that if they speak loud, you'd say: Waw! he's good! and smart! and he's so rich, look at his phone! Oh, forget the dirty jeans and the rip in the elbow, he's just being filthy rich!

So, we finally landed, but a different airport. Yeaaah, Romanian Style! Anyways, in the end it took more to get from the airport home, then it took to get from France to Romania, cause it was snowing, that white shite everywhere...

And somehow this image saves it all! :
Love to all of you that love me back :*
Onutz