Bad Lama’s Blog

Putina curatenie in viata este binevenita oricand nu?
Cand iti dai seama ca nu te mai simti bine in conditiile pe care ti le-ai creat singura, probabil e timpul pentru o schimbare. Majora. Trebuie sa revin la ce am fost inainte. Pentru ca am inceput sa las pe altii sa ma calce pe coada si nu e bine. De unde sa incep?

Stare impusa pe termen nelimitat. Va anunt eu cand am de gand sa redevin draguta.

Saptamanile astea doua care au trecut m-au facut sa deschid ochii cu adevarat si sa-mi dau seama de ceva. Ceva ce de altfel stiam eu mai demult, da parca nu vroiam sa cred ca e asa de universal valabil. Of, saraca mama, de cate ori nu m-a avertizat, da vorba ceea, daca nu dai capul singurik de zid nu te inveti minte.

Sa revenim. Despre ce este vorba. Simplu, despre frustrarile tipic masculine, despre lipsa de respect si despre… cum sa-i zic mai bine… a, da! despre invidie. Pai bineinteles, un mascul poate fi cat de destept o vrea, asta nu ii satisface anumite pofte. Si daca desteptaciunea ii pune o eticheta mare pe frunte de “geek” gata, celalalte placeri cam dispar. Si cum refuzul unei femei (sau mai multora) inseamna dezvoltarea imediata a unei ure imense pentru intreg regnul feminin, de ce sa nu ne razbunam ori de cate ori avem nevoie?

Pentru ca da, deja m-am lovit de prea multe ori de asta. De a fi desconsiderata total doar pentru ca sunt fata, si blonda pe deasupra. Normal, concluzia e imediata. Doar am muncit sa ajung la o facultate asa, stiti voi cum, si merit tratata ca atare. Nici macar simplul respect nu mai exista in cele mai multe cazuri. Vina mea, ca m-am nascut asa. Sunt extraordinara ca secretara probabil. Incredibil. Emotionant. Mirobolant.

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.

The 1st floor sign on the door reads:

Floor 1: These men have jobs.
The 2nd floor sign reads:

Floor 2: These men have Jobs and Love Kids.

The 3rd floor sign reads:

Floor 3: These men have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking.
Wow, she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and help with Housework.
Oh, mercy me! she exclaims, I can hardly stand it!
Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:

Floor 5: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6: You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

To avoid gender bias charges, the stores owner opens a New Wives store just across the street.

The 1st first floor has wives that love sex.

The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.

The 3rd,4th, 5th and 6th floors have never been visited

Your personality type:

Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. ‘Doers’ who are focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, they’re risk-takers who live fast-paced lifestyles. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to their peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.

Careers that could fit you includes:

Sales representatives, marketers, police, detectives, paramedics, medical technicians, computer technicians, computer technical support, entrepreneurs, comedians, agents, race car drivers, firefighters, military, loan sharks, con men, auditors, carpenters, craft workers, farmers, laborers, service workers, transportation operatives.

=))

..pentru ca demult nu am mai postat melodia obsedanta a zilei…

Bine ai venit intr-o noua saptamana din viata ta!

Pe agenda de lucru:

• putina ordine in viata personala; ok,ok – poate putin mai multa ordine
• numarul doi ..hmmm… parca niste teme la java; mi se pare mie sau am ramas putin cam in urma?!
• aaa, da! un proiect la engleza, despre care n-am nici cea mai vaga idee despre ce o sa scriu (si te-ai gandi k 8 ani de gimnaziu si liceu m-au calit destul ca sa imi vina idei de proiecte mai repede)
• poate putina ordine si in camera mea – imi dau seama ca trebuie si asa ceva in momentul in care nu imi mai gasesc nici sosetele in maldarul de carti/foi/cursuri/dvduri de prin jurul meu

Se anunta o saptamana dak nu cel putin originala, macar interesanta. Daca reusesc sa inghesui printre astea si o petrecere si vreo 2 iesiri la un suc/bere, ma declar multumita!

Words!
Words! Words! I’m so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don’t talk of stars Burning above; If you’re in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you’re on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don’t talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who’s ever been in love’ll tell you that
This is no time for a chat! Haven’t your lips
Longed for my touch? Don’t say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don’t talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don’t waste my time, Show me!
Don’t talk of June, Don’t talk of fall!
Don’t talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn’t one I haven’t heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Day one more word and I’ll scream!

Iar nu pot dormi. Iar visez aiurea si cu ochii deschisi. Macar de asi visa in timp ce dorm, tot ar fi ceva. Dar asha, nici tu somn, nici tu odihna.
Nu stiu ce e cu mine zilele astea. Parca nu ma mai pot concentra la nimic, parca totul ma plictiseste, park toti ma enerveaza.
Si mi-e gandul numai pe campii albastre. Vreau sa plec undeva departe, asi incepe totul de la inceput, doar asa de dragul de a incepe. Nu pot sa zic k nu sunt fericita cu viata mea. Am facut tot ce a dorit, knd am dorit. Cu unele mici mari exceptii, care nu mai conteaza in momentul de fata. Nu regret cu adevarat nimic. Dar nu vroiam sa scriu despre regrete.

Vroiam sa scriu despre viata de zi cu zi, despre visele noastre de zi cu zi.
Si iar gresesc grav.