I called home the other day. My sister answered. ” I saw dolphins!” she said. “Yeah, me too, on National Geographic” I laughed. “No. I saw dolphins. In Vama Veche. Swimming in the Black Sea.” I guess I’m a bit jealous now.

Have a very schtroumpf day!

This year the smurfs or the schtroumpfs, as I called them when I was a kid, turn 50! Hmm, I’m pretty certain Schtroumpfette and Schtroumpf Vaniteux have had some work done but what the hell, if it keeps them looking good Schtroumpf ahead!

In the end, a clip from Donnie Darko where Donnie discusses the “existential nature” of the Smurfs/Schtroumpfs. Don’t tell me you never wondered about it!

Strumfanie inainte! ))))

Surreal measures

I had just pulled the comforter over my head when I heard the doorbell ring. Argh, so much for sleep! My mum answered and I overheard a male voice saying something about Nato, summit and inhabitants of my apartment. I then heard the guy scream and my mum shout “Come back, you bastard!” For a second I pictured my mum kicking the shit out of some secret agent who had come to arrest us. I even had a tiny script in my head: Some evil woman had set us up and pressed some fake charges against us because she was jealous. Jealous of what? Uhmmm, I don’t have the vaguest idea, I didn’t have time to finish off my “script”. And if you’re wondering how I could even think that a 50 year old woman could over power a James Bond type, well, obviously you haven’t seen my mum since her current weight gain.

But, no. The action movie in my brain was cut short. The bastard my mum was shouting at was the cat, who’s always been some sort of escape artist. And even now, when he’s not bursting with hormones anymore, he had decided to seize the opportunity and make a dash for the fifth floor. The shout was comming from the neighbourhood policeman, shocked at the spitting furball who had knocked into him.

So, yeah, after recovering Sasha aka Feline Houdini from attempting to pee in front of my neighbour’s door(old habits die hard!) the policeman finally broke the news to us.

There’s gonna be a Nato Summit in Romania (mainly Bucharest and a Bush- Base meeting in Constanta) from April 2 to April 4. And the authorities are taking extreme measures. Yesterday they banned some Germans from crossing the border because they were carrying leaflets!!!! How can some leaflets on “keeping the earth green” can ever be considered subversive? So, keeping up with this general level of paranoia, all people who live in downtown Bucharest have to get special cards. Cards, that, well…atest they live in downtown Bucharest because id-s stating the same just weren’t enough. So, starting from next Monday I’ll have to flash this special card and my id to the patrols stationed everywhere. Booo, this is stupid! Not to mention that since receiving my public transport violation card last week ( a reminder never to board the express buses while carrying just a regular bus card) my wallet is simply bursting. If only all these cards were bank deposit cards filled with money….A girl can dream, can’t she?

3 years old

It’s official, today I turn 3 years old! Actually, i turn 23  but I remember thinking when I was a teenager than 23 is such a grand old age  and anyway, i want to shy away from the “responsible” life of a “grown up” as long as I can. So, for convention’s sake let’s all agree for a moment here I’m not getting any older. I hope I’ll have a good birthday though I’ll be working and trying to skip school. Everybody decided to give me money instead of presents so even though I’m not buying my dream present(- a plane ticket to Chile), I might try and grab the perfect pair of black boots and a nice dress. And for those who thinks presents are material things- at 12:02 I received the best present- a phone call from my hermana chilena Pauly. La quiero muchissimo!Espero verla pronto!

And here’s proof of my age(for real now, I can’t believe this pics are 20 years old. omg!)

All I wanna do is…

AND STILL GET PAID!

Ra-teoviziunea

“Cat primeste Teo de la Vantu:

600.000 euro ? prima de instalare
420.000 euro ? salariul personal anual
480.000 euro ? salariul anual al echipei
Total: 1.500.000 euro”

Cat primeste un redactor la Realitatea? 300 euro/luna. E drept, niciun redactor sau reporter de la RTV sau Romantica nu e un brand ca Teo . Apropos, ca sa ajungi un brand trebuie cumva sa urmezi modelul si sa te rogi frumos de sefii ai mari? Ca daca e asa, promit ca-mi schimb strategia de cariera.