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"Shit happens…" © Forest Gump

Bet nu, zini kaa, kad viss ir tik slikti cik vien var but, parnjem tik liels izmisums, ka aizsargreakcija jau ir vnk smieties par radushos situaciju... Tas no tas pashas serijas, ko Anna stastija, ka Tristans smejaas par to, ka vinja liek termometru padusee, kipa baigaa kulturas atshkiriba, jo Anglija to liek tikai mutee, cik saprotu. Man ir viens stasts shajaa sakaraa par varzheedaaju zemi. Ta nu es aizeju uz aptieku, domaju - vismaz nopirkshu kkadas sukajamas tabletes kaklam ko dos bez receptes. Saku aptiekarei - dodiet sukajamaas tabletes pret kakla sapem, bet dotiet stipraakaas kas ir. Shii atnes, saka, ka vel stiprakas varot dabut, bet kko man skaidro, es nesaprotu, saku vienkarshiem vardiem paskaidrojiet! Shii saka: lai butu labaks efekts, ir janoperk tadas tabletites, kas jaaliek anusaa un papildus parastaas jasuukaa, baigi aatri paliidzeeshot! :D es kaa saaku smieties! Nee, man parastas, saku. Shii ar kolegji nodomaja, ka esmu kjerta, es savukart nodomaaju, ka francuuzhi ir kjerti - aarsteet kaklu, baazhot dibenaa tabletes hahaha :D Bet vissmiekliigaakais bija tas, ka tas, ko vinja man iesmeereeja, ir kkadas saldas konchas, kas nehuja, es atvainojos, nepalidz! Laikam vajadzeeja njemt taas otras! HAHAHA :D :D :D

drept pentru care pun punct jurnalului de repatriat. am să încep altceva, încă nu ştiu ce. sau poate nu.

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vă pupă rumânu' :)

A fost luni.

Η ωρα ειναι 01.15 και οπως καθε βραδυ σχεδον, εχω αυπνιες. Καπου σε αυτες τις αυπνες ωρες μου ερχονται και οι πιο βαθυστοχαστες σκεψεις και εκει που λεω, ερχεται ο υπνος ερχεται, τσουπ, ερχεται η σκεψη και τον χανω.

Βρισκομαι αισιως στη νησο Λεσβο και στην πολη της Μυτηλινης. Ειμαι εδω απο την πεμπτη το βραδυ και αυριο ξεκιναω μαθηματα για το μεταπτυχιακο. Φιλοξενουμε καθως ακομα δεν εχω μαθει αν θα εχω δωματιο στην εστια ή οχι. Οσα παιδακια βεβαια εχω γνωρισει μεχρι τωρα μου λενε, μη πας στην εστια, αστο καλυτερα. Περιμενω και εδω να δω ποσο χαλια ειναι. Με τοση αναμονη παλατακι επρεπε να μου δωσουν και οχι δωματιο ξενοδοχειου, αν μου το δωσουν τελικα..

Θα ψαξω και για δουλεια αυριο καθως υποτροφιες μας τελειωσαν. Του χρονου ερχονται τα διδακτρα. Αντε, βρε παιδια και εις ανωτερα. Και μαζι με αυτα αρχιζω να αντιλαμβανομαι οτι μετα απο 6 χρονια απουσιας βρισκομαι ξανα σε επαρχια. Οπου τα λεωφορεια αργουν να περασουν , οπου ολος ο κοσμος ειναι γνωστος, οπου οπου... Και αρχιζω να αγχωνομαι. Και να με πιανουν οι τασεις φυγης μου.

Και καπου εκει αρχιζω και σκεφτομαι οτι καπου το χασα το νοημα. Πολυ αμπελοφυλοσοφια και σκεψεις εσωτερικης καταναλωσης. Και ολη αυτη η ανακυκλωση και το "που ειμαι", 'που παω", "ποιος ειμαι" δεν οδηγει πουθενα. Και ενα σωρο ιδεες δεν τις υλοποιω ποτε και κλεινομαι στο καβουκι μου και ξεχναω οτι υπαρχουν και αλλες/οι εκει εξω με ιδια προβληματα. Οποτε αποψε που εχω αυπνιες σκεφτηκα, αι στο καλο πια με τις αναθεματισμενες ανασφαλειες μου, θα βγω το πρωι απο το σπιτι να τις πεταξω στο λιμανι να ησυχασω. Και μετα θα παω να ζητησω το δικιο μου απο τη γραμματεια του τμηματος...αν το βρω θα αλλαξω χρωμα στο blog, θα το κανω φουξια! Για να λεμε ομως και την αληθεια η ελληνικη πραγματικοτητα δεν κανει πολυ καλο στις ανασφαλειες μου. Για παραδειγμα την προηγουμενη βδομαδα, στο συνταγμα, στη διαμαρτυρια για τους γκει γαμους 50-60 ατομα ημασταν. Χμμ, ειναι κι αλλα παιδακια στο καβουκι τους εκτος απο μενα λοιπον...και πολυ πιο βαθια κρυμμενα μαλιστα. Ασε που καμια δεν ηθελα την πικετα "θελω να παντρευτω", ουτε εγω βεβαια...τεσπα.

Α, κατι τελευταιο. Μετα απο 10αδες ωρες παρακολουθησης l word και φτανωντας στο 9το επεισοδιο του 5ου κυκλου, ενθουσιαστηκα (απο τη μεση και κατω). Ο Μαξ ξεπερασε τις πρωτες ετεροκανονικες του χαζομαρες και πηδηχτηκε, το καλο μου, με ενα σεξι γκει αγορακι. Μπραβο, μπραβο παιδια μου!

Αν με πιασει ο ακαδημαικος μου οιστρος μπορει να κανω και μια αναλυση της αναπαραστασης της Shane και του Max ως queer αρρενοπωτητες αλλα σε αλλο επεισοδιο...

Vaddå "kan hända"? Det ÄR sån´t som HÄNDER! Det händer hela tiden! Det tycks faktiskt vara det enda som händer nu förtiden...

Jag kunde därför inte sagt det bättre själv! Nästan hela samhället är ju idag strängt upptagna med "sån´t som kan hända", dvs med garantiprocessen inom byggsekten. Och där hände absolut - INGENTING! V.S.B. Så var den saken klar:

"SHIT HAPPENS!"

Länkar till artiklar: Drömhuset – en mardröm för familjen (HD)
"Det är sån´t som kan hända" (HD)

În seara asta, am trecut cu maşina peste rămăşiţele unui câine, răspândite pe vreo 50 de metri de asfalt. Şi recunosc că singura mea reacţie a fost de uşoară scârbă, senzaţie care s-a evaporat după următorii 150 de metri de şosea. Eh, nici repulsia nu mai e ce-a fost.

Numai că-n seara asta am primit un nou comentariu, de la o femeie din Clinton, USA: "It is a great shot - but I'm also concerned. He appears to be a "street dog." Glad to see someone has fed him but he is obviously sickly. A healthy dog does not show hips/ribs. Can you urge his caretaker to take him to a Vet.?"

Acuma, ce să mai răspund la asta? Cum să-i explic că în România sunt sute de mii de câini ca el, "street dogs", fără "caretaker", peste care noi, românii, trecem vesel cu maşinile, pe care caretaker-ul/undertaker-ul nostru suprem, fost primar al Bucureştiului, s-a luptat să-i eutanasieze şi care mănâncă japonezi, sar în faţa coloanei oficiale a preşedintelui Bush, sunt bătuţi, împuşcaţi sau otrăviţi? .

Dear cream pot farm, unfortunately this is Romania, a far-away country in the third world, were there are thousands of street dogs, and street cats, and street rats, and street people. And there's no caretaker for any of them, simply because nobody cares.

-Kate

Visvairāk man būtu jāpārdzīvo laikam tas, ka sastrīdos ar foršiem cilvēkiem un ka mani uzskata par iedomīgu. Bet, nē, es pārdzīvoju par saplīsušo ģitāras stīgu.

Kaut kā negribas rakstīt par savām izjūtām, tā ir pirmo reiz.
Tāpēc uzrakstīšu to, ko rakstīju vakar.

Pēc viena cilvēka ieteikuma centos radīt dzejolīšus ar atskaņām.

I Love You,
And You Love Me Too,
But Love Is Not Fair.
Just Treat Me With Care.

***

Man ir viens sapnis,
Kur ir spainis.
Un divi cilvēki.

Man ir viena doma,
Un kad ir laba oma,
Es domāju
Par diviem cilvēkiem.

Un šie divi cilvēki,
Par brīnumu vai nē?!
Ik brīdi domā,
Ka būtu labā omā,
Ja būtu abi kopā.

***

Man Tevis pietrūkst,
Bet tikai mazliet.
Es par Tevi domāju,
Bet tikai nedaudz.
Bet es ienīstu Tevi,
Tikpat ļoti cik mīlu.
Jo manos sapņos
Tu iezodzies.
Manās domās
Tu dzīvo kā kungs.
Bet zini,
Tas nav uz mūžu,
Jo mīlestība melo,
Un sāpina kā Tu.

Let me tell you a little something about Hurricanes. (Or at least my first experience with a Hurricane.)

1. Everyone told me the sound of the wind is terrifying. The sound of the wind is terrifying. But the sound of shit hitting your house at 80 mph is even more terrifying.

2. Even if your husband tells you the bedrooms are probably safe to sleep in because the likelihood of a tree falling is slim, sleep in an inside room like a hallway. Because that tree that fell on your neighbor's roof was only 15 feet away from the master bedroom and kids' bedroom.

3. Tea lights, although pretty and elegant, do not illuminate a room very well when the power is out. Get you some hurricane lamps. Ah, see now the significance of the name?

4. If you live in the south and you live on or near the coast, be sure to own a battery powered fan (or two) and some batteries.

5. If you think you may lose power for an extended period of time and you have 6-year-old twin girls, be sure to buy ear plugs along with the battery powered Hannah Montana amplified microphone. Just trust me on that.

6. Men do not grope you much when they are stuck in 85-degree heat with no a/c. I guess Mr. Winky doesn't work well when men are sweating their balls off.

7. Wet towels do not dry when hung in bathrooms in Houston in September with no a/c.

8. The morning after a hurricane, fire ants in your front yard get very angry when you try to rake up the limbs and branches that they have been clinging to for 12 hours.

9. Do not wear flip flops while raking your front yard of hurricane debris the following morning.

10. The joy of having your electricity restored after 9 days is very short lived when you realize your cable is still out.

11. If you want to have sex at 5PM in a hotel in San Antonio and your kids are stuck in the room with you, put them in the bathroom with a hairbrush, hair accessories, a mirror and some makeup and tell them to play Beauty Salon. (And when they step out to show you their new hairstyles, make sure you tell them to keep working on it and that daddy is just giving mommy a back massage) Kids are so gullible.

12. Kids love watching Karaoke. And restaurants that have Karaoke entertainment love kids and will bring you complimentary appetizers.

13. When the power goes out, and the cable goes out, and the internet goes out, your iPhone is your fucking savior. Amen.

i got fired thursday.  as in:  walked in to work, met at the office door by my boss saying "we have a meeting with R___ in Human Resources, follow me", we head over there, sit down with the very nice HR lady, i get handed a very official letter, they request my ID card and bus pass, then escort me back to my desk under guard by campus security, let me clean out my area of personal stuff, and before i know it i am standing out on the street with a cardboard box full of crap and no job.

those of you who have experienced this know how it feels.  those of you who haven't - you don't want to know.

so, as one might imagine, this is making my whole "trying to prevent my 15 year marriage from ending in divorce" thing a little more complicated.

what can i say?  i didn't do the job.  that's what "at will" employment is all about.  and quite literally, i didn't have the will.  there are some things i am just never going to excel at, and attempting to force myself only ends in heartache for everyone involved.

i wish i could universalize this somehow for blogging purposes - what it's like to lose your job in a crappy economy, etc. - but all i can say is: getting fired sucks, but if it happens to you, you need to see it as something that needed to happen, the way heart attacks sometimes need to happen and, every once in awhile, make you healthier than you had been beforehand.

i've got a plan, but i don't really want to discuss it here.  drop me a line if you're curious.  and no, it doesn't involve a bridge, window, rope, sharp objects, poison or firearms.  i'm talking about a plan to start living my life.

wish me luck.  this could be the start of some very good things.  i can only hope that's true.