url for new blog, in romanian this time.
http://scurt.wordpress.com/
Friday, February 23, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
extras
ok, i know i should have finished with this, but now that i'm telling ppl the true story live, i realized that i forgot to say many many things...
i didn't mention the creepy guy from south africa who walked around only in his bath robe like he was highlander or something, and who was certifiably crazy. he said he is African-American, but he's been living in france for a long time and before that he lived in England. or i didn't get it.
he heard my friend speaking english in the kitchen, and he asked her what nationality she was, and when she said Polish...he yelled "How can you speak english then?"
i guess i forgot to mention the cooking circle, made up of everchanging chinese girls, distinguishable only by height...they kept on coming..and cooking, all the time, all kinds of things..and as soon as i left the kitchen, they always took my things either from the stove or the microwave so they could cook even more...more..
for christmas they were 20. the sink died. it drowned in pasta and soy sauce. i didn't think a sink could look like that. poor thing.
and my favourite story: the moving shit...
somehow some ppl have aiming problems. it's hard to imagine, since a toilet is made larger than a jar in size, and a jar is pretty much all the space you would need.
anyway, it wasn't uncommon to have traces of shit on the toilet edge. but once, and only once (thank god) the shit moved..it went crazy...
there was a line oriented from the toliet to the door, and strangely enough it climbed up, went on the edge of the door. for a second, the trail was lost. but then the smell reoriented me to the path... another line, thicker this time, engulfed under the shower door. opened the door, and then it continued on the wall, and found it's death in the sewers.
we will miss it.
there were two cats in the residence, pretty friendly and almost obese. one day, i saw one of them on the hall, but i was in a hurry so i ran out the fire exit. i noticed the cat went out after me, but i was so in a hurry that i kept on running. and the cat after me. for about 2 minutes. it's like it was a mad dog out to get me. i still don't get what all that was about...
ok, must stop with this blog already.
i didn't mention the creepy guy from south africa who walked around only in his bath robe like he was highlander or something, and who was certifiably crazy. he said he is African-American, but he's been living in france for a long time and before that he lived in England. or i didn't get it.
he heard my friend speaking english in the kitchen, and he asked her what nationality she was, and when she said Polish...he yelled "How can you speak english then?"
i guess i forgot to mention the cooking circle, made up of everchanging chinese girls, distinguishable only by height...they kept on coming..and cooking, all the time, all kinds of things..and as soon as i left the kitchen, they always took my things either from the stove or the microwave so they could cook even more...more..
for christmas they were 20. the sink died. it drowned in pasta and soy sauce. i didn't think a sink could look like that. poor thing.
and my favourite story: the moving shit...
somehow some ppl have aiming problems. it's hard to imagine, since a toilet is made larger than a jar in size, and a jar is pretty much all the space you would need.
anyway, it wasn't uncommon to have traces of shit on the toilet edge. but once, and only once (thank god) the shit moved..it went crazy...
there was a line oriented from the toliet to the door, and strangely enough it climbed up, went on the edge of the door. for a second, the trail was lost. but then the smell reoriented me to the path... another line, thicker this time, engulfed under the shower door. opened the door, and then it continued on the wall, and found it's death in the sewers.
we will miss it.
there were two cats in the residence, pretty friendly and almost obese. one day, i saw one of them on the hall, but i was in a hurry so i ran out the fire exit. i noticed the cat went out after me, but i was so in a hurry that i kept on running. and the cat after me. for about 2 minutes. it's like it was a mad dog out to get me. i still don't get what all that was about...
ok, must stop with this blog already.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
you're in romania, how could things not go great?
my three worst fears about the bus were luckily unfounded:
i was scared 1. that the bus wouldn't come, as they told me to be there one hour earlier (so at 6am) an the bus wasn't there until 7.15 am
2. that i won't have 2 seats for myself and my cold, and in fact i had half the bus for myself, as there were only 5 passengers and the 3 drivers
3. yeah, my laptop is just fine.
my other fears were closer to the truth...
we did not arrive at the planned moment, but earlier, which is surprising. let's say, if we add up, deduct, compare, they still owe me 5 hours from the road to france (was 9 hours late)...
the drivers were in fact three uneducated bastards that listen to manele, and one of them had to hit on me...
at the border with hungary, they took our passports and returned them to 2 of the ppl in the bus, and called the other 2 "downstairs". after 3 minutes they were yelling at me "why are you still in the bus, go down"
i went down, the customs guy points at my visa and mumbles and shouts
so i say, yeah, that's a studies visa, it's not expired
he continues to yell mumbo jumbo
i repeat
he yells again, this time in a more comprehensible way: "Why you not bus?"
oh, poor customs officers, they are starting to loose weight already..
they had movies, which was a good thing until you saw them... the best was the day after tomorrow, and if that one was the best, imagine the rest..
oh, i made a rhyme. i must be too tired...soooo this is the end.
this is how it looks like:
will miss you!
i was scared 1. that the bus wouldn't come, as they told me to be there one hour earlier (so at 6am) an the bus wasn't there until 7.15 am
2. that i won't have 2 seats for myself and my cold, and in fact i had half the bus for myself, as there were only 5 passengers and the 3 drivers
3. yeah, my laptop is just fine.
my other fears were closer to the truth...
we did not arrive at the planned moment, but earlier, which is surprising. let's say, if we add up, deduct, compare, they still owe me 5 hours from the road to france (was 9 hours late)...
the drivers were in fact three uneducated bastards that listen to manele, and one of them had to hit on me...
at the border with hungary, they took our passports and returned them to 2 of the ppl in the bus, and called the other 2 "downstairs". after 3 minutes they were yelling at me "why are you still in the bus, go down"
i went down, the customs guy points at my visa and mumbles and shouts
so i say, yeah, that's a studies visa, it's not expired
he continues to yell mumbo jumbo
i repeat
he yells again, this time in a more comprehensible way: "Why you not bus?"
oh, poor customs officers, they are starting to loose weight already..
they had movies, which was a good thing until you saw them... the best was the day after tomorrow, and if that one was the best, imagine the rest..
oh, i made a rhyme. i must be too tired...soooo this is the end.
this is how it looks like:
will miss you!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
the 5 second rule
if you drop something on the floor and pick it up in less than 5 seconds, you can still eat it.
(thanks to I. for sharing this and other things ;)
(thanks to I. for sharing this and other things ;)
closing my account at the bank
there had to be something wrong, of course...
i went to the bank 15 minutes earlier, to be a good client and not keep them waiting. of course, they kept me waiting another 15 minutes, to keep their reputation as busy ppl, even tho they had their lunch break of 2 hours before that.
so, i sign the papers, my counselor tells me we're done, it's ok, she takes two minutes to cut my card in a weird origami shape (no, not like in the movies when they cut it clean in three). and she opens the door and says bye bye.
i say: wait a minute, what about the money on my account?
she says: there's no problem, we can close the account even if you are on minus.
i say: whaaat?
she says: yes, you have -7 euros on your account
i say: no, i have 14,99 euros
she says: no, you have -7e.
i say: check.
she checks.
she writes a note to one of her colleagues to give me the amount of 14,99e and opens the door again.
ha! i win!
i went to the bank 15 minutes earlier, to be a good client and not keep them waiting. of course, they kept me waiting another 15 minutes, to keep their reputation as busy ppl, even tho they had their lunch break of 2 hours before that.
so, i sign the papers, my counselor tells me we're done, it's ok, she takes two minutes to cut my card in a weird origami shape (no, not like in the movies when they cut it clean in three). and she opens the door and says bye bye.
i say: wait a minute, what about the money on my account?
she says: there's no problem, we can close the account even if you are on minus.
i say: whaaat?
she says: yes, you have -7 euros on your account
i say: no, i have 14,99 euros
she says: no, you have -7e.
i say: check.
she checks.
she writes a note to one of her colleagues to give me the amount of 14,99e and opens the door again.
ha! i win!
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