T0p D0g Reloaded

When you’re born you’re zero years old. Then you turn one year old. Therefore the birthday celebrates the year that has passed, not the one that’s coming. Maybe this is, sometime, the annoying thing with birthdays. They measure what’s gone. In other words I have been 34 the entire year behind me. I didn’t have a problem with 33, 30 was fine. At 25 I took pride in being a quarter of a century into the world. So what do I make of 34? Maybe like they do in buildings and planes, when they skip 13. 34 can be my 13. By the way, I don’t have a problem with 13. So, it’s settled then. I am going on 35.

I am writing about this because I had the worse sleep last night, hot flashes and all. For the first time I have heard my neighbour’s bed screeching. How awkward is that?! And pretty much all the noises going around in my block of flats. Veve’s called just as I managed to fall asleep, and the ring scared the living light out of me. She was having a beer in my honour. Thank you Plus the spoilers. It looks like a lot of people were afraid to miss my birthday and I kept receiving happy birthday wishes in advance. Oh well, I will try to live deal with it.

As for my new life, I have set my alarm for seven and woke up at six. A.M. Without it. Is that a sign or what?

In other news, the best present has just woke up and kissed me. I am happy.

Tags: Jesse, Valentina, apple blogging now, driving everybody crazy since 1974, happy, nothing bad can touch me, shameless self promotion by monsoux
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Taking advantage that my site is up, because you never know when your bandwidth can be exceeded, let me tell you a few things about “my” restaurants.

The “first” one is “an old one”, meaning that I wanted to write about it for a very long time now because of the bill at the Chinese restaurant, “’round the corner” for les conaisseurs, which literally lists the courses like this: E02, G02, G05, B12, C01, F01, water, Prigat, Pepsi. Enjoy!

The “second” one is the most expensive, well, my most expensive. A sort of all you can eat, only about 30 dollars per person. It’s called Churrascaria Carnivore and their wireless was not working when we were there.

If after Churrascaria I could barely move (read roll to the taxi), at Unirea’s food court shushi place I had the most expensive fast food. In my life. Half the price compared to the above mentioned, but my stomach was not even half full. More like half fool.

Now, let’s move to the Middle East. Not literally, only culinary. Both places I am talking about have an improvised decor, but the food was delicious. First one on my list Coin Vert, at the more expensive end, about 2o dollars, worth every penny, even for the service. The “second” one is Abu-Abdu, the final reason for these lines you’ve been reading. I was there last night for the first time. The food was excellent and the service passable, that is if you don’t mind eating in a cantina like atmosphere under the hawk eyes of the supervisor who literally has his desk in the “restaurant”. The fauna was remote and friendly and neighbourhood like. It’s right next door to my place, so I can picture myself there sometime soon

Now, credit goes to fellow bloggers who make me join them at times and get out of the house: vvritz, high low profile, was Transilvania and the nice co., the terribly late one, his gayness, the one and only. Thank you , I’ve had a great time every time.

Tags: Bucharest, Romerican, Valentina, amused, bloguette007, stingoo by monsoux
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What is the definition of good time? Not setting expectations prior to that. Enjoying simple moments like they were special, which makes them special moments. When time comes to move on and you review it, you are left wondering if you missed any opportunity, simply because none qualify.

Tags: Barcelona, Jesse, Simon says, Valentina, a picture a day, happy by monsoux
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I am the master of time compression. Procrastination and efficiency are my master tools. Beware. Next on my target list: Fiqueras and Sitges.

Tags: London, Valentina, a picture a day, nothing bad can touch me by monsoux
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My diet lately consist exclusively of all things soft. Soup is a life savior, therefore I am hereby nominating it’s inventor to the Nobel Prize for Peace.

Today is the birthday of two special persons. One I admire, the other one I admire and love. So, Happy Birthday!

Tags: Valentina, a picture a day, irl by monsoux
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Clearing the fridge of last year’s history…

Bash. Have I seen this?
Elena Baguci on the cover of Tabu. Been to the seaside for the Fat Boy Slim and Tabu’s special on bars and clubs.
Horrid postcard. Won’t give details. Been on the fridge for less then two weeks now.
Pirates of the Caribbean. Deadman’s Chest. Good. Next?
Anim’est teaser and Anim’est. Missed it.
Blue woman hand washing. Acrylic on paper. Trinidad. I was just passing through what appeared to be the Swiss of the Caribbean.
Postcard for AIDS’ Day. T’s idea of a present card.
Paris. Paris Hilton. Wtf?!?
Achtung Zebra. Yellow on black, like the contrast, can’t remember where I picked it up. Read on the back: Vienna. Duh!
The Mission bracelet. See above about Baguci.
Depeche Mode’s Touring Angel. Wow.
Heat ticket. Lavelle in Oradea. Not only that.
Solo on line. Vava. National Theater Festival. Cried.
Fat Boy Slim ticket.
Billy Idol ticket.
Fusion presents summer school. Summer party
Silent disco. Nicole’s birthday. Missed it. The silent disco, not the birthday party.
My pics in Timeout. vava.
L’oubli. Vava.
Laetitia Carton’s open letters. Loved them. Missed the exhibition. Hilarious.
Paul van Dyk. Missed it.
Fat Boy Slim. Again. Been there once.
Final Fantasy. VII. Are you sure it’s final?
A fost sau n-a fost. I was there.
Placebo. Sure!
Me on the InfoBrit cover. And twenty more people…
Romanian National Museum of Art. I should go there more often.
Joaquin Cortes. Body. Dance. Attitude. I only had a problem with the attitude part.
Buena Vista - The Havana Lounge. Party like you are sixty something.
TmBase after party exclusive. OK, this was late 2005.
Legaturi bolnavicioase. Not sick at all.
Cesaria. Evora. Face to face.

Tags: T, Valentina, Vava, irl, jukebox treasures, me at the movies by monsoux
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When I called Valentina she refused to tell me whom she had killed to get such a prime spot. Practically in the first row. I was baffled in between being so close to the stage, not having anybody seated in front of me, and the “what should I tell the cops when they pick me up for the murder”. “Valentina framed me.” did not sound convincing. Plus she had the perfect alibi, now being at the other end of the city, studying Spanish. How innocent!

The hall was ugly beyond belief, but the diva still made my hairs stand on end. Besame, besame mucho. It was worth the driving and parking hell and the smell of long gone days of sweaty sport competitions that gave the place its fame. What have I learned? Well, there are people who deserve to seat in the front row, and people who sit in the front row. And those are not all the people.

Tags: Simon says, Valentina, jukebox treasures by monsoux
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Bear with the disadvantaged, the needy and the… celebrities.

Smile when you are backstabbed. It makes for a wonderful glow in your eyes if the scene were to be filmed.

Forgive, don’t forget, and next time when you are asked, ask in turn for a higher fee.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Don’t keep on saying you’ll quit. If this is how you feel, do it. One should never just vent things like this. It makes for bad atmosphere.

Call if you are in need. Call if you know someone is in need. Calling is OK.

Buy flowers for your best friend, if it’s her birthday. She will appreciate you delivering then on the exact date.

Buy two for the price of one if there are two of you.

Doing something bad while convinced nobody can hold you accountable does not hold water. Exercise patience in letting in to revenge.

Well, it’s been decided. I’ll shortly be off to the jungle. I promise a future post about the Dengue.

Tags: Simon says, Valentina by monsoux
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