http://www.adevarul.ro/life/Divortul-secolului-Hillary-Bill-Clinton_0_698930118.html

I have met here at least 3 people born and raised in israel (met as in engaged in a discussion); one of them had romanian parents who left for land of promise in 1951:)

though I define myself as an anti-sionist, not an antisemit, I must admit that as a country, israel is a very special country  and the education it gives to its citizens, especially those old enough to have been raised in a kibbutz, can be easily seen

of course, it’s all hitler’s merit, since without the holocaust the chosen people wouldn’t have the promise land taken from palestinians but this is another story for another day

1 – vast majority of people here are either guys who cannot get pussy in their countries (usually average working motherfucker around 45-55), retired people whose pension in strong currency (I have met until now french, italians, brits and aussies) allow them here to live high class or russians (jesus, they are plenty) – this gives the place quite an older look, even though almost all of those guys are coupled with young local pussy (well, not quite local, but from here – 95%; I’ll come to that later – and on a separate article too)

2 – prices are cheap, even though foreigners (or farangs, as they are called here) are charged more than locals elsewhere than shops or places with visible price tags; the good part is that you can always negotiate (until now I have negotiated for food at marketplace, bribe for a little bitch whose motorbike I hit and I didn’t want to go to police and of course prostitutes)

3 – at the moment here is a real estate boom, all kinds of residential buildings are erected ( ) and people keep on buying them…

4 – traffic is shitty; I have rented a motorbike, but I don’t like to drive it during the day because of the mayhem which is on the streets; no rules, whoever dares goes first lots of motorbikes with locals driving like crazy and cars also driven by stupid drivers (stupid as in cannot drive properly ) – ALL THIS HAPPENING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD … fucking british style

5 – having a room everywhere means you must pay extra for water and electricity and leave an upfront deposit which usually is the first month rent; another shitty thing – if you want to rent in fractions less than a month, the remaining period after a month is calculated at a per-day price, and I have had the interesting situation in which the price for 2 weeks was more than for a month

more to come

lesson #1 – never hurry when selecting a prostitute

lesson #2 – always discuss price upfront and negociate, negociate, negociate

lesson #3 – when crossing the street, first look to your right, then to your left (fucking british style )

(I wanted to have this as a day by day story, but I’m too lazy and after all I don’t have to show off, but just leave a small note for poste(rior)ity)

I was very lucky that the plane kiev-bangkok was only half occupied, so I had at my disposal 2 seats … I tried to sleep, but I guess I didn’t manage to get more than 2 hrs tops … plus 1.5 hr spent in kiyv airport … the plane was operated by some ukrainian airline, and I was really curious about the stewardesses, after all that fuss about how beautiful  women from ukraine are … so there was my first disappointment: nothing interesting, something fuckable if needed (and the plane was a 767 with a large crew, I counted at least 7 pussies and 2 or 3 boys in uniform)

one interesting aspect was at customs: in bucharest and kiyv they had me take my belt off, all shits on that scanner and had me pass through a scanner; not in bangkok, we got out of airplane, got my visa checked, picked up the baggage and went straight to waiting room (I was afraid of some problems, since I carried 4 boxes of creatine for my friend there, or should I say here now )

ok, conclusion:  left home at 5 in the morning, flight to kyiv 1:45 hrs, another almost 2 hrs on airport waiting for the other flight, 9 hrs on airplane kyiv – bangkok and landed at @23:something, 4:00 local time

and now the fun begins I could not sleep in the airplane, except several (few) short sessions of max 30 minutes and there I was at 4 in the morning and full of adrenaline …

honestly, now I don’t remember exactly what I did yesterday except for finding a room (after almost 10 locations viewed) which is ok and costs only 216 THB / day … you do the math

so much for day one, more to follow

oh, and what I forgot – this is how my shoulders look after riding the motorbike for almost one hour in a day which wasn’t so sunny …. fuck me … (picture to follow)

din motive de electrica srl, mi s-au resetat cateva servere care mai aveau putin si faceau un an uptime …. si asta nu intr-un mediu super profi (datacenter and shit) …

309 days, 08:30:31 | Linux 2.6.26-2-686        Tue Apr 12 11:11:53 2011

222 days, 15:31:01 | FreeBSD 8.1-RELEASE       Fri Jul  8 02:15:56 2011

307 days, 05:53:45 | Linux 2.6.26-2-686        Thu Apr 14 11:35:04 2011

asta mi-aduce aminte de vechiul meu server (gateway ptr reteaua de bloc) pe care l-am tinut aproape juma de an doar din priza si un ups obosit de 600 VA; l-am resetat din greseala odata cand aveam 2 tastaturi pe birou si am dat ctr-alt-del pe cea care nu trebuia

sic transit gloria mundi …

din cate stiam, electricitatea se produce la noi in tara (salba de hidrocentrale a lui ceasca + cernavoda) si gazele sunt extrase in mare proportie tot de la noi … atunci de ce vine belitul asta sa reglementeze scorurile ?!

independenta nationala, neamestec in treburile interne, autoguvernare, etc, etc ? sau revenim la vremurile cand eram dependenti de turci si aia mareau tributul, iar iobagii trebuiau sa adune suma ? este interesant ca dupa cele 2 razboaie mondiale s-au format state noi pe principiul nationalitatii – ww1 – , au ars-o aiurea cu chestii gen suveranitate, independenta, _natiune_, etc, au avut ocazia sa isi apere teritoriul si natiunea in ww2 (vezi polonia, cehoslovacia, iugoslavia, de ce nu romania) ptr ca acum sa se amestece totul in ciorba denumita uniunea europeana, unde dicteaza 2 tari + verii de peste ocean – sua – si de peste mare – jidanii

traim vremuri interesante …

in afara cerintelor sine qua non (MTC – muie, tzatze, cur) trebuie sa mai fie competenta la urmatoarele activitati:

1 – silence is golden

2 – dishwashing (cu variatiuni pe tema sters praf, eventual dat cu aspiratorul)

3 – sa nu tina cont de chestii de genul ti-am facut un bot, mai da si tu o limba; nu mi-ai adus flori de 3 luni, te pun la embargou; cand a fost ultima oara cand mi-ai zis ceva dragut, etc, etc, etc  …. secretul unei vieti lungi este sa fii altruist si sa oferi fara sa ceri ceva in schimb

4 – sunt dispus sa iau in considerare si corporatiste cu program 9-18, dar aici negocierile vor fi mult mai dure si este posibil intre in contradictie cu punctul 3 (a se vedea quid pro quo aka do ut des si alte principii de genul )

5 – putina dexteritate si talent cu ustensile de genul aragaz, matura, masina de spalat, frigider, etc

6 – putina spoiala de cultura (adica s-au citit fratii jderi, dragoste in vremea holerei, idiotul, alchimistul, magicianul, fefeleaga si ai vazut cel putin un film cu monica belucci) – ptr detractori, autorii sunt in ordinea numarului de pe tricou sadoveanu, garcia marquez, dostoievski, coelho, fowles si agarbiceanu … despre monica, numai de bine, e cam babaciune acum dar a avut o perioada de glorie cand bidoanele ei faceau toti banii …

7 – shaven pussy si fara unghii lungi si false, ca sa nu raman fire de par intre dinti si escoriatii pe pula

8 – restul cerintelor si detaliilor – la interviul final

se ofera: masina de serviciu cu sofer (cand vrea pula lui sa conduca), telefon de serviciu (adica ma poti suna cand ai vreo problema, cu rezerva ca pot raspunde sau nu, in functie de ce unghi are pula mea cu linia imaginara dintre pubis si buric), seriozitate, a firm shoulder to cry on (doar merg la sala, ce kkt), sex la ore/pozitii/intervaluri neortodoxe (allahu akhbar/hare krishna!), apartament de serviciu ca bonus final si una bucata pula as the final incentive

misogin ?! nu, doar idealist ….

mi-am adus aminte de “fais ce que voudras” al lui rabelais (link) … oare are aplicabilitate sau tre sa stai singur pe insula ca robinson crusoe ?

(m-am plimbat vreo juma de ora din link in link pe alea din dreapta pe youtube, pana am ajuns la adrian daminescu … what the fuck ?! )