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Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

Adventures in winterland

Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven't even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border... I only remember a traffic light hanging in wind. The movement was so regular, I though it was activated from inside the passport booth.

Under the heavy unstoppable rain, Istanbul looks more and more like Venice.

Can anyone tell me what is the difference between VISA and Mastercard?

That and why we don't get debit for our good deeds? not counting that sometimes we don't even get credit... Economy doesn't rhyme well with me.

Fair warning

If you don't pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.

I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.

Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.

I don't write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).

I got this as a present. I think I totally deserve it. Besides, it was about the only good thing to top the nasty past three days.

Mr. Volcano has woken up

Yeap, I have a voice again, but symptomatology is playing other tricks of choice on me. Not my choice, of course. Those with easy to upset stomach move to the next paragraph now. So, I woke up at ten, coughing my gross coughing for half an hour and wondering which is worse, not being able to talk or feeling like a mucus factory?

Rawsheek'uh, the phonetic translation of my car's name, because "Little red one" just wouldn't do, is taking a break while we all are waiting for her new plates. Don't hold your breath! The old ones have landed in Timisoara, as my sweet mum confirms. By the way, when the train stops at the platform can you still use "land"? Basically, I relying on city transportation for a while, starting late last night. And I am discovering the new old wonders of the subway. Note to self, have to make friends with my iPod again. I have not been undergroundborn in ages and since then Metrorex has apparently approved a new set of signs. I might be the last to notice, I know. But being the bitching bastard I am, I have to confess they just don't do. I mean, these are signs you have to get at a glance, because you are in a hurry and you don't know your way. I may be dum witted or plainly slow, but I needed a couple of minutes to get them, and I know my way to start with. Plus they are too small. Plus I did not notice them at first. Also, knowing the investment policy of the said company, I expect these are to remain in place for either a very short time or a very very long one. In the first case, we are talking the usual money laundering, while in the second it would just be an example of the regular bad management and discontent for customer satisfaction. But the trains are running, aren't they?

And since financially and apparently I am back to my deluxe hobo days, cash count 14 ron, I will have to contaminate my work colleagues. Brace yourselves!

Next on our programme, everybody is a critic, this top dog to fire at our capital's coffee shops.

My spam is obsessing about the size of my penis

Yours?

I have been walking the leaf all day today

OK, driving it around, more likely, but yes. And many other things. Even if I think this rainy autumn is a sort of a scourge, I can still open my heart for the beautiful bits of life.

Kate Nash on repeat. Made of Bricks. Obviously, she is most definitely not!

Where does love go?

Where does all that love go? Does love go to love heaven when love dies?

The best DJ set ever so far in this country

To quote lovely bloguette007 as she was expressing herself post-Chemical Brothers, in the killing October rain and wind, while we were unsuccessfully looking for that elusive thing called taxi. Oh, and called so many times!

Dearest, how could you accuse me publicly I don't know who Andy Fletcher is?! And yes, I enjoyed him better than the brothers. Music-wise.

Muffin gurls and pump-up guys

I wanted to write about the morning carnage, apparently the word has to do with driving your car through the city! beautiful light, going against the trend, frustration, diamond earrings, feeling cool, flirting with waitresses, picking up gay boys in straight clubs, and the usual hangover. Instead I'll just say I have actually felt the music last night. I am not impressed with Kristal's flora, fauna and decorations, but Andy Fletcher was not bad. Not bad at all. Oh, and my boss scolded me for my use of Past Simple, Present Perfect and Past Perfect. Oh, well.

Mental dental

"I've been very diligent today, so how about we do one right now?", he said smilingly. He had jade green eyes, a red beard, and manly smell, hormones and perfume, beyond the chemicals you'd expect anyway in dentist's practice. The moment he drew closer, he had me dreaming already.

Half mumble, and half joke he looked and the film, looked at me, and, since I've already consented, placed and me on the chair. Before I knew it the injection was done, and strange noises were coming out of my mouth. Also my mouth seemed like this strange place, remote, not mine, like the next room, or the one above, where a family of squatters were moving in, taking over and drilling the floors, walls and ceiling to remove all the wood they could burn.

"Are we courageous today?", he later asked. "Should we do the other one as well?" I blinked. I was high with anesthesias, it was easy to consent. The prospect of lingering for yet another two weeks, when the next free spot would come up, looked totally unappealing to me. Last time I sweat so much in chair it was my first job interview. Also successful.

So now, back to the real world, with a limp face and mouth full of blood, I carry the prey: 2-8 and 3-8 have reluctantly come out. So it's been mental in more ways than one.

Special thanks to Andressa for making me go: "If you don't see your dentist you're gonna have a stinky breath". How helpful is that? Now I have two black threads in my gums. You know, stitching.

Also, for my readers who are wondering what happened to my two angels, the dentist and her assistant, you will be happy to learn they are well, I am still their client, but this was an operation, not an extraction.

That being said I cannot talk, which I find frustrating, but I can write, and boy do I have tone of things to write.

Ugly Monday sticks its head into my face

Not even Frank Sinatra can warm this cold early morning. Like always, checking my attractiveness against the dating site doesn't usually do much. The master of avoidance becomes the master of vicious circles. He occasionally also makes for the blunderer.

Waiting for my landlord, who in turn will be waiting for the workers to mount the soundproof windows. Off I go.

Marginal activity

According to Google Reader, from my 115 subscriptions, over the last 30 days I read 1,003 items, starred 0 items, shared 135 items, and emailed 0 items.

100%, but been involved in a fight in the street a couple of times

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Yellow brick road

Slatina might be the new Caracal. For the uninitiated, Caracal is, according to the Romanian urban legends, THE city of blunders. As presumably shown here or here.

Now, as I was minding my own drive, following the yellow brick road so to speak, or for the more conservative of you the road signs, I was lead to Primaverii street. Note to self, to be avoided in the future. Just as I entered the street, taking a left turn I was about to hit a lamppost in the MIDDLE of the road. Literally the middle of the road. Where it not for my excellent reflexes, the city of Slatina might have been in mourning after its eloquent pillar of their street signing slash street lighting system. I have seen poles in the road before, like in Bucharest, but they were somehow more discreet in placing them rather closer to the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, in the after shock of avoiding collision, I could not bring myself to stop the car, turn around and take a picture with my phone cam, now my only working cam.

Also in Slatina, road bumpers go both up and down, meaning one sector of the bumper is bumped, while the other might be a whole in the road.

Drive safely, everybody!

For chewing gum lost

Doing 160, kilometers, not miles, on hour, and chewing gum, and being your adorable two left hands that I am... I dropped the gum out of my mouth, accidentally. Rewind. And I was wearing my fav outfit, I am a brand carcass, I know... The horrors, the awe. Then I couldn't find the debris. Could not find it, could not feel it, could not spot it. Not even when we stopped the car and turned on the lights. Minutes later as I was having drinks with my friends and sharing the miracle slash chewing gum Bermuda Triangle my car is, and we were laughing about it... the chewing gum so to speak resurfaced. Stuck between my wristbands and the cuffs of my long sleeved shirt.

Now the shirt is in the freezer awaiting removal of chewing gum traces.

Shitty situation

Me to a friend: "If you want to ruin my day, make me wake up as early as five or six am."

Notice my photo choice for today. Looks national dumpster day!

OK, off I go and hit the road, and hopefully nothing else.

Labels

One of the writing techniques they taught us back in school was the continuous flow. Here goes. I assume it's going to look more like a labels list, than anything else. And it's only half continuous, as I am doing other stuff too. Films, many movies, My Own Private Idaho, half way through The Incredible watched for the second time, the latest Harry Potter in the theater, old movies, neighborhood movies, no books, A Long Way down taking a long way to be finished, vodka and black berry, you can make it strong, you can drink a lot, vodka takes longer to get out of your body, I am waking up tomorrow at six, I have not prepared anything for my meetings.

Back to regular editing, minutes after. The biggest modern day frustration arises when making the wrong choices and no back up plan actually works. Like when you have n suitors; you will plan something with the most desirable, but when something comes up you will go to the next down the line and so on. Frustration is when get to the end of that line and still no date. That is a plain example of life is a bitch, then you die.