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Remember, you’re in control!


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Thus has Luiza spoken just days before being fired. Quite ironically, I should say. It was not another case of student over master, nor was it about wanking. Me thinks this is a sweet movie about love and acceptance, about truly being yourself no matter the surroundings and coming out, about how it is up to us to make it vulgar or sublime.

So, are your hidden gifts, pretty much like Irina’s softness, a curse or a blessing?

Note that the movie has zero gay content and no nudity, but the prude better choose watching, say, 27 Dresses.

LATER EDIT: Talking about the movie I have remembered there are of course some exotic dancers.  Also, I have suspected Marianne Faithfull used to be a beautiful young woman, but not like this.

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She fell in love with the master of BS

The regular: Oh, my dear, what a gorgeous scarf! Splendid!

The master of BS: Correction! You wanted to say “How well that gorgeous scarf goes with you, my dear!”

I am re-evaluating PR techniques these days.

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Yesterday

It was gray. I woke up late and had a slow start. My laptop started to behave funny because of the power cord, and it’s been a while since I don’t have a battery. One of my best friends chose to fight me over the email. I wrote about three messages I have not sent because I don’t want to fight. Apparently my message did not get through. The media went crazy on me. Midday they wanted a declaration and a live appearance in the studio. So I did it. I got two texts afterwards. “I am seeing you on TV”. And “Oh, my, aren’t we full of expertise”. It was not my best TV appearance. So I have replied to the first sender accordingly, she sent back kisses. And to the second I have also replied, but in sarcastic tone and that silenced the exchange. Then we had someones belated birthday party in the ofice, and people were having fun and were being mildly mean. People around me are changing jobs, ending contracts, having babies, being in love, getting back to single-land, not returning calls. Some have even died. On my way back home I saw the aftermath of a car mini-motorcycle accident, adding to the awkwardness of the day. Watching Prison Break did not help. I miss my baby. With him I can more easily ignore all this crap that is not quite making any sense.

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Spilt milk never comes back


Children, let’s share this weekend’s learnt lessons.

When he asks for the bill without asking you if you want anything more, the meeting is over. You have been dismissed. When you have done that several times already yourself, it’s about time it should happen to you too. So be nice, life has a way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it.

Never change reservations because someone asks you to. Or whatever your plans for that matter. Do everything by your own measure. Trust your intuition, even if, like me, you are convinced you don’t have one. When you are later complaining about the above, you will have to admit to your secret wishful thinking. Wishful thinking is bad.

There are several Belgian beers over 8.5. Every time I had beer it was my goal to try a new kind. I was in Belgium, it was totally possible. After one day and night of almost continuous drinking, yeap, my friends were amazed with my drinking skills! the hangover was fierce.

I can hardly conceive a most dreadful situation than hangover on a plane. Oh, there was the waking up at seven after a one hour sleep, and seeing one’s ex boyfriend while not emotionally ready for it. But it was still me in all those situations, too. So let’s stick with the hangover situation, at least I knew my way out of this one. And that would be: Ursus especially bottled for Tarom. Tasted like orange fresh juice, following as I said the Belgium varieties, but it did the trick. The current update is: after a fourteen hour sleep I look almost human.

WARNING, sex life confessions ahead. As it turns out, no matter how vengeful, hot, horny, or all of the above, I am not the darkroom type. Yves is one of Brussels’ handsome hungs partying in Antwerp. Not the only one with a crush on me, yeap I am still valid on the market, but the only cause for my lips still hurting. In that pleasant reassuring way. We didn’t use a condom, but that is also OK because we have not screwed either. Although we both wanted. Reminds me of that student joke.

And now back to life. There is snow in Bucharest.

Cats patching


Cats are good for soul mending and generally keeping company to friends offering shelter in a time of emotional need.

More soon. Regards from Antwerp.