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When I leave work, I don’t fucking know you anymore January 28, 2016

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It may sound as if I’m throwing a pity party for myself, but just hear me out! Or read me out, whatever… I work and I work so fucking hard it gives me migraines. There have been days I hated work. Oh, what a shock! Don’t get me wrong, I do my fucking job and I like to think I do it well, but there is only so much one employee can do. I dedicate time and energy into the shit I have to do just to have it done and make everybody (including myself) happy. But the thing is…nobody is ever 100% happy. Even if you do something well, why didn’t you put in the effort to make it perfect? Because I am a fucking human, that’s why!

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When that clock indicates me that my working hours are done for the day, I am out that door like a ninja! I don’t know you anymore. You are dead to me until the next day when I have to see you! It’s as simple as that and I am certain you all think the same about me. It’s fine. I don’t fucking care. You do you! I don’t care about your personal life and why you prefer Coke zero over regular Coke. That’s all on you! When you even have the slightest doubt that I might get pissed off if you contact me outside of work with shit regarding work, don’t do it! Don’t do it. I don’t care. Can it wait? Good! I hate this whole “let’s impress the boss” attitude. I can’t do it. I don’t want to impress anyone but myself when it comes to work. If you live for your work, you are a sad person. I have been this person for years. I want to stop. There is life outside of work and I want to live it.

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From now on, whoever fucking dares to contact me can go choke on a cactus. Is the place burning down? Should I care? Am I the boss? If you answered “no” to all of these, I would suggest leaving me alone. I do not care about what happens when I am gone. End of story.

If you are bored at work, don’t pin it on me. I am out of there and I do not plan on returing unless I have to!

Take no shit November 27, 2015

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I hate it from the core when people tell me to calm down. Why would you say that? Do you have a death wish? I am not one for stereotypes, but telling a woman to calm down is like trying to baptize a cat – someone will get hurt and they had that shit coming. I don’t like to shut up about things. If you are wrong, I will tell you. You can thank me later for this favor. Most people just beat around the bush when they want to tell you something that’s rather awkward. I try not to, because that would mean so much wasted time. I am not one for wasting time, people. Time should be spent – regardless if you spend it sleeping or having the time of your life (to me these two go hand in hand for some reason).

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So I have this friend…she is awesome as hell and I love her to pieces! Soon there shall be a blog post about her. Never have I ever told her stuff lightly. She knows everything about me and vice-versa. I love calling her out on stuff because I feel like that is the right thing to do. It’s a win-win for everyone. She appreciates that (I hope). The weird thing is that most people don’t. Well…aren’t those bastards crazy? I just saved you a huge amount of time and embarrassment. Like…you’re welcome, bitch!

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Back to the whole “Calm down” bullshit… I’ve been there and done that. I have told people to calm down (silently, of course, because I do not and cannot risk losing teeth), but my reasons were valid. People screaming for nothing at all aren’t doing anybody any favors. But when things call for a riot, that start a fucking riot as long as you believe what you’re rioting about.  I am not the one to take shit from anyone. Hell…I ended a friendship with someone just because she said my toy Luna is stupid. And it’s been almost a year since we spoke. I don’t need negative people in my life; I already have the ones I am obligated to spend time with.

Și schimbarea a venit? November 9, 2010

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Spuneam în postarea mea anterioară că ar trebui să mă maturizez…într-un fel sau altul. A trecut mai mult de o lună de când n-am mai spus nimic pe blog. Nu se pune problema că mi-am prierdut firea plină de opinii. Mai degrabă pot spune că am foarte multe opinii, dar nu am libertatea și timpul necesar să le exprim.

Înainte de a avea un loc de muncă, îmi plăcea să mă plâng (da, recunosc!) că nu am unde lucra. Acum că am un loc de muncă, nu pot să fiu la fel de volubilă ca pe vremea facultății. Acum sunt om mare, cu job, cu responsabilități, cu nevoia de a trăi BINE! Probabil primul pas al maturizării de care vorbesc eu aici e și faptul că m-am decis să renunț la contul de Facebook. Oricum ajunsese să fie inutil și de multă vreme mă deranja să văd cum toți oamenii din listă se laudă în stânga și-n dreapta cu locurile vizitate, vedetele cunoscute și așa mai departe. Acum prefer să mă laud doar prietenilor mei imaginari. Bine, aștept să am și cu ce să mă laud… Și observ de câte ori am folosit adverbul “acum”… Parcă aș fi într-o altă dimensiune sau etapă a vieții și m-am rupt complet de cea precedentă. Trebuie să fie un miez de adevăr pe aici.

Pe vremea când eram activă și scriam cel puțin săptămânal aveam un simț al dreptății de neclintit. Nimic nu mă putea convinge de contrariu. Dar de când simțul dreptății nu mi-a fost deloc de folos, m-am lăsat și de sperat și de scris pe blog. Îmi vine să zic “Păcat!”, dar poate că e un lucru bun că nu mai petrec atâta timp pe internet (zise persoana care tocmai scrie acum pe blog!). Sincer, acum n-am timp nici să mor! Am ajuns să-i cred pe oamenii care zic că nu există viață după serviciu. În ideea în care plec pe întuneric și vin pe întuneric…e trist să știi că îți petreci toată ziua la muncă și vii acasă ca să pici lat în pat. Dar nu e cazul să dramatizez situația. Între a muri de foame și a munci așa…pot spune că am un job cât de cât OK. Nu pot spune ce anume fac, că aș încălca politica firmei. Bine, poate că aș putea, dar nu vreau să risc. În plus, sună ca și cum aș lucra la FBI sau ceva de genul. Mă face să mă simt specială!

Încerc să mai înghesui o grăire pe blog din când în când. Nu promit că îmi rup timp din ziua liberă pentru asta, dar hai să ne lăsăm surprinși! Pe principiul “Hands off my day off!”….revin la odihnă. Îmi era dor de blog. Chiar, mă mai citește cineva sau lumea chiar a crezut că am murit? Sau chiar nu-i pasă nimănui? Bine, răspunsul la a doua întrebare s-ar putea să mă întristeze, așa că nu cer un răspuns în mod deosebit.

Lady Gaga wasn’t here before the world! Get over it! September 8, 2010

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A while back I was stating that I was the biggest Lady Gaga fan out there. I liked the fact that she wasn’t afraid to take risks in music or fashion and she seemed original. After everyone became Gaga crazy, fans started to accuse a bunch of old school female singers that they were copying Lady Gaga.

Christina Aguilera

The former Mickey Mouse star grew up to become one of the most edgy pop stars out there. In 2002 she let out her Dirty side with the “Stripped” album. With less and less clothes on, the pop princess took the risk of being called an attention whore. She didn’t mind the bad press because she knew that she was being true to who she was. Christina claimed that she had always had a dirty side to her and the world had to see it sooner or later. When she launched the “Not Myself Tonight” music video in April 2010, people labelled her as a Lady Gaga wannabe. When did blonde hair and red lips become a Lady Gaga fashion statement? This combination was popular way before Gaga was even born! The first reference of this fashion that comes to my mind is Marilyn Monroe. And I believe that’s the original inspiration for all blonde pop stars after 1980.

Back to Christina: she tried all kinds of looks. Blonde hair, black hair, braids, perms…you name it! She had it all! So nobody could say that she tried to copy a certain celebrity. Like any other person, she must have looked for inspiration in the style of other icons such as Madonna, Janet Jackson, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe, Carole Lombard, Greta Garbo, Veronica Lake and the list may continue…

Christina Aguilera was never a copy cat. She was here before Lady Gaga and that says a lot. The fact that she chose to support blonde hair and red lips confirms that that’s the key of succes in music and acting and that you never go wrong with them! That doesn’t mean she is the only one who can wear this style.

Madonna

I never managed to say something concrete about Madonna, except for the fact that she is one of the biggest revolutions in music history. Her music, her hair, her fashion…she inspired many artists and some of them don’t mind admitting to that. Lady Gaga was one of them. In “Alejandro”, the similarities with Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” and “Human Nature” are so obious, they could cut glass. A lot of people gave their two cents about this video comparing it to Madonna’s and I believe they said enough. I don’t believe Lady Gaga is trying to be Madonna. She may be one of her biggest fans and her music and look is a tribute to the Queen of Pop. I’m just guessing.

The two pop stars made a cameo on Saturday Night Live  in October 2009. They simulated a cat fight to give the people what they wanted to see and put a stop to the rumours that the two were in some kind of a diva rivalry.

Gwen Stefani

1986 was the year No Doubt debuted on the music stage. Also, 1986 was the year Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta (Lady Gaga) was born. This is the first coincidence that caught my eye. The second is that Gwen’s last name, Stefani, coincides with Lady Gaga’s first name.

I was watching one of Gwen’s videos on youtube, and I noticed that people in the comment section were comparing Lady Gaga to her. Besides the blonde hair and red lips, I can’t see the similarities. Gwen was always fashionable in a good way, and Lady Gaga sometimes tends to go into the trashy side of fashionable. Of course, both of them have clothing lines. What celebrity these days doesn’t have at least a perfume, clothing line or something like that?

If I would have to chose between the two singers, I would go for Gwen Stefani without blinking. She is one of the coolest female artists in the industry, her voice is amazing, her performances are always awesome, she is creative without whoring out. Gwen Stefani was fashionable without being obnoxious. The most shocking thing about her was the pink hair in the ’90s and when she kissed a man in the “Cool” video (for the sake of art). On the other hand, Lady Gaga did everythig she could to get attention and it seems that people are already sick of it.

Lady Gaga might have had other inspirations (like Grace Jones that was too scary for me to review here), but I wanted to point out her main three. It’s annoying to see how people bicth about Christina Aguilera that she’s the copy cat when Gaga began her career in 2006.  Not everyone is trying to be Lady Gaga. It seems like you can’t release a song or support a new look without being compared to her. I wish the stars would be treated as individuals before being judged by how much Lady Gaga-ness they have in them.

My favourite TV shows #1: Friends July 25, 2010

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Where do I even start? I love a lot of TV shows and each of them makes me chortle or cry, because I like extremes- both emotional and hilarious. Also, if a show has great music in it, consider me a fan already! This is the first episode of this series.

Friends

This show makes me laugh every time! Who can ever forget Joey’s “How you doin’?” catch phrase? I once saw a medley of him saying that and, boy, was it funny! Each Friends character is unique in its own way and they need one another to mentain the amuzing situations. Monica is obsessed with cleaning, Ross is known as the nerdy divorcer, Rachel is the spoiled popular girl, Pheobe is the psyhic musician, Joey the Casanova doofus and Chandler is the one who cracks jokes when he’s unconfortable.

Friends aired for 10 years, from 1994 to 2004 and it guarantees 20 to 22 minutes of laughter for every episode. The show isn’t only funny, but very relatable. If you’re in your 20s or 30s, there is certainly a Friends character you can see yourself in. I, for one, see myself as Chandler Bing, the one with a messed up family and a satirical sense of humour who makes jokes in akward situations. One of my best friends relates more to Joey Tribbiani, with her love for food, acting and the abuse of the “How you doin’?” line. In the show, Joey and Chandler were roomates and also best friends, so I can understand how she and I clicked.

There isn’t a Friends character I don’t love. I love Rachel Green for her her evolution throughout the show. In the beginning, she was the spoiled “daddy’s girl”, but till the end of the show she made a career in fashion, had a baby with Ross, the one she had an on/off relationship for the entire 10 seasons. Ross has had a crush on Rachel during her high school days, when he was in college and Rachel was Monica’s best friend. Ross was married to Carol, who turned out to be a lesbian. The two had a son named Ben. Ross never got over Rachel. Therefore, in season 4, Ross marries Emily, his British girlfriend.  At the ceremony, however, Ross says Rachel’s name instead of Emily’s during the vows. And there you have divorce number two! The third divorce occured after marying Rachel while both of them were drunk in Vegas.

Monica Geller is Ross’s little sister and Chandler’s wife as of season 7. Monica used to be overweight during her teenage years and she was constantly made fun of for that. She often felt neglected by her family. Her parents never thought she would end up getting married, so the “Monica Wedding Fund” was spent on the family beach house, even though her mother always nagged her about getting married. In the group, she is known as the Mother Hen and her apartment is one of the six friends’  main gathering places. Her husband-to-be suggested that she should become a chef, and that was her job until the season finale. Monica always wanted a family and children, but both her and Chandler were infertile so they decided to adopt. They eventually adopted twins- Erica and Jack Bing. The girl was named after the birth mother and the boy after Monica’s father.

One of the funnies moments of the pre-couple Monica and Chandler that made me chortle:

One of the sweetest people on this show was Pheobe. I say sweet because she seems to be like a kid that never wants to grow up, but she also has her moments of wisdom. She had a rough childhood and lived on the streets until the age of 13 when her mother had killed herself. Pheobe also has a twin sister, Ursula and a half brother, Frank. Her relationship with her twin sister was never really close. On the other hand, she gets to bond more with little brother Frank when she accepts to be the surrogate mother for his and his wife’s triplets: Chandler, Frank Jr Jr and Leslie. While pregnant, she enjoyed seeing people’s reactions after telling them, “I’m having my brother’s children”. Pheobe is a masseuse and a self taught musician. Her hit song on the show was “Smelly cat”, that becomes both a jingle for a kitty litter commercial (performed by another singer) and a serious commercial release (also not sung by her). Pheobe is a vegetarian and  does not eat “food with a face”. She is also against wearing fur coats, though she believes to look good in them. In season 10 she marries Mike Hannigan, whom she was introduced to by Joey in season 9.

Joey Tribbiani is a simple minded actor who played Dr. Drake Ramoray on Days of Our Lives and always reminded people about that role when he wanted to get noticed or impress someone. Joey comes fron an Italian American family of 8, of which he was the only male. Joey is a “stereotypical” actor: oversexed, under-educated and constantly looking for work. He was ordained as a minister in The One with the Truth About London, and officiated at both Monica and Chandler and Phoebe and Mike’s weddings. Joey was Chandler’s roomate until Chandler moved in with Monica. While living together, they bought a chick and a duck together, whom Chandler had named Yasmine and Dick, respectively. Joey had a one week fling with Rachel, but they decided to be just friends at the end. Joey’s famous pickup line was “How you doin’?” that worked almost every time on the ladies he was flirting with. Unfortunately, it didn’t work on Chandler:

He was the only one of the 6 friends that remained unmarried and he had his own show “Joey” where he pursues his acting career in Hollywood.

Now it’s time to talk in more detail about Chandler Bing, my personal favourite character of the show. I relate to him the most because I also try to make a joke when I’m unconfortable and I also hate social situations when I have nothing to say. Chandler comes from a disfunctional family. His dad was a transvestite who slept with a servant when Chandler was a kid. The fact that Charles Bing became gay led to Chandler’s parents divorcing. Chandler’s famous catchphrase is  “Could I be more…?” with emphasys on the “be”. Throughout the show, Chandler claims he started using humor as a defense mechanism when his parents broke up, and tends to make jokes when he is nervous. Chandler’s middle name is Muriel and he often got picked on because of it. He claimed it was a family name coming from his father’s part of the family.

This is one of the best Chandler Bing moments ever, in my opinion:

All in all, Friends is one of the best shows that had ever aired. It made me realize that humour is a great way to get trough life and that friends are the ones who make your life worth wile. I dedicate this post to all my real friends!

Fiecare să-și vadă de chiloții lui! April 29, 2010

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Nu trece zi fără să aud de dublu B-ul peisajului monden: Bianca și Bote. Că au făcut sex în nu știu ce veceu, că el o bate, că se despart, că se împacă, că se ceartă etc. Cui dracului îi pasă? Din păcate, întregii națiuni, pentru că tabloidele au darul de a tâmpi populația în a pleca cu urechea la poveștile vedetuțelor.

Bianca Drăgușanu e o fostă fată de la pagina 5 (a se citi “pizdă proastă”) care are pretenții de mari divă doar pentru că a fost combinată cu unul din cei mai cunoscuți designeri români. Bibi a apărut pe sticlă prima dată acum 10-11 ani la Antena 1 în cadrul emisiunii “Din Dragoste”. Cică atunci era pe felie cu un tip care și acum îi declară pe messenger că o iubește. Dacă nu-i declara pe messenger, nu era iubire, dom’ne! Atunci o ceruse de nevastă, dar Bibi nu poartă verighetă, deci n-a fost să fie! Ghinion! Tipu’ e căsătorit, are 150 kg și o fetiță dar tot o iubește. Ce frumos! Cui dracului îi pasă?!

În perioada “Din Dragoste” Bibi era plinuță, creață artificial și cu un contur de buze mai închis decât rujul. Nici prin gând nu ne-ar fi trecut că în 2009 ar deveni sexy-asistenta lui Capatos (asta chiar e o meserie???) și potențiala iubită a lui Cătălin Botezatu. În 2010 a devenit una din cele mai discutate “vedete” din cauza pozelor din Playboy, a relației cu Bote și a operațiilor estetice pe care și le-a făcut ( în showbizu’ românesc, dacă n-ai piept, n-ai nimic!). Chestiile astea sunt întâlnite la mai multe wannabe vedete, dar Bibi e specială pentru că a fost “Blonda lui Bote”. A fi blonda lui Bote presupune să-ți mănânci bătaie și să recunoști că ai meritat-o și să te cerți în fiecare zi cu el, pentru că ziceți că vă iubiți. Păi bine, măi Bibi! Dacă vă iubeați așa tare, de ce nu a rezistat iubirea voastră în liniște și armonie? Voi a trebuit să faceți circ și să faceți populația curioasă de ce se întâmplă în ograda voastră. Că tare mai duceau lipsă tabloidele de subiecte de prima pagină!

Bote a fost la “Dansez pentru tine” și n-a mai avut timp de Bibi. Una peste alta, a apărut un scandal că ea și-o mai trage cu unu’. Ceartă din nou, dar Bote tot își mai punea pic de speranță în salvarea relației. Din nou, de ce ar trebui să ne pese? Nu vă mai spălați rufele în public!

Pe net a apărut un filmuleț cu B&B când se iubeau în pădure. Cică surpins de paparazzi. Cât căcat! Părea regizat până în ultimul detaliu. Și regizorul era tare prost. Niciun film de paparazzo nu iese atât de clar! Mai mult ca sigur a fost regizat. Bote proabil era disperat să scape de zvonurile conform cărora el ar fi gay. Cătă, dacă ești gay, poți să recunoști asta! Nu trebuie să ți-o iei pe Bibi ca paravan! Suntem în secolul 21! Nimeni nu o să te judece! Unii poate chiar se așteptau. Un designer care nu e gay e o raritate. Și ăsta nu e un comentariu discriminatoriu, e doar o constatare.

Îmi pare rău că s-au despărțit. Îmi pare rău când orice cuplu se desparte. Nu e nimic vesel în asta. Ideea e că oamenii se despart și se împacă mereu. Voi nu sunteți cu nimic mai tari ca orice alt cuplu de pe mapamond. Sfatul meu pentru voi e să stați cuminți și ca fiecare să-și vadă de chiloții lui (pe care îi vinde sau pe care îi poartă).

Don’t be a whore at the Jersey Shore! April 24, 2010

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I’ve been meaning to talk about MTV’s show Jersey Shore ever since this winter, but it seemed I never managed to put my ideas together. Basically, Jersey Shore is a reality show that follows eight housemates spending their summer on the New Jersey Shore. Their names are: Jenni Farley (JWoww), Michael Sorrentino (The Situation), Nicole Polizzi (Snooki), Paul DelVecchio (DJ Pauly D), Ronnie Ortiz-Magro, Sammi Giancola (Sammi Sweetheart), Vinny Guadagnino and Angelina Pivarnick.

It’s funny how this show is called Jersey Shore and only one cast member is actually from New Jersey (Sammi). Pauly D is from Rhode Island and the others come from New York. This show doesn’t have a clear punchline. It just shows how eight strangers can live in the same house. That’s not something new. Big Brother had that years ago. So what’s so interesting about this show? At the Jersey Shore, the cast members are allowed to go out and party and get to talk on the phone. They also have to get a job at the T-shirt store to earn their living at the shore house. They all get super tanned, because that’s what a real guido does. But I’ll get to the “guido” part later.

First, let’s meet the cast:

The Girls

JWoww

*Get your hand out of your pants, you pervert!*

JWoww claims that she’s the ultimate maneater. “After I have sex with a guy, I will rip their heads off”… That’s what she sais in the promo of the show. After this, I may have to call you a whore! Just like that! JWoww had a boyfriend back home, but she eventually hooked up with castmate Pauly D in episode 3 of the show after a drunk night at Karma, the bar where they usually hung out. Her stupid boyfriend forgave her infidelity and even sent her a bunch of red roses. What a loser! JWoww’s boobs are fake, as you might have realised by now, and so is her hair. She usually wears blonde extentions with her dark brown hair. Not a very inspired move, I might say. In the Shore house she is BFFs with Snooki. For her 21st birthday she got a boob job. She must have known Jersey Shore was just around the corner. Smooth move, girl!

Angelina

Self-proclaimed “Kim Kardashian” of Staten Island, Angelina Pivarnick is proud of her “all natural” figure. She acts like she is the only woman in the world who has curves. Angelina left the show in episode 3 and her castmates couldn’t be happier about this. She didn’t get along with anyone in the Shore house and caused drama especially among her male castmates. The drama queen didn’t approve of all the girls that were brought home by Pauly D and Mike “The Situation”. She left the show because she refused to work her shift in the t-shirt shop. She wasn’t used to this kind of work. Back home in New York she is a bartender and she does “amazing things”. Whatever you say, hon! Take care now! The Shore isn’t gonna miss you!

Sammi “Sweetheart”

“The sweetest bitch you’ll ever meet” came to the Shore to have some fun and maybe become famous. I added the last part. She caught “The Situation” ‘s eye and they had a fling in the first two episodes until she strikes up a relationship with fellow castmate, Ronnie. Sammi had the reputation of a heartbreaker all her life. But her friends still call her a sweetheart. Sammi and Ronnie have sex in the Shore house and she found that normal. Really? That fast? You could’t wait until the cameras were gone? At the Jersey Shore reunion, Sammi and Ronnie break up and she makes a hell of a scene.

Snooki

Snooki was practically the star of this show. When you hear “Jersey Shore”, you picture a 4ft.9in tall orange midget with a bump it…and there’s your reality show! Nicole came to The Jersey Shore to find the man of her dreams, but at the end all she did was make out with a couple of guys at the club and hooking up with castmate Mike “The Situation” in the hot tub. The ideal man for Snooki fits the guido stereotype: macho, full of seroids and tanned like and orange. Hey! They have to have matching skin tones! Snooki had trouble fitting in with the rest of the cast at first, but after a man punched her in the face in the fourth episode, that incident made her bond with her roomies.

Here’s the video of Snooki getting punched:

I felt sorry for her and I believe that no man should ever hit a girl, under any circumstances.

The Guys

Pauly D

Pauly D is a DJ from Rhone Island who has a passion for tanning and gelling his hair until it’s bullet proof. He owns a tanning salon in his own house and claims to spend 25 minutes a day on his hair. He is one of the most cockiest guys in the house. He is BFF with Mike “The Situation”. Pauly D is Mike’s wingman that always gets the less attractive girl. But what are freinds for at the Shore? When Pauly D hooks up with JWoww she looks in his pants and sees his pierced manhood. He told E! Entertainment that he is not shy to reveal his private parts in a Playgirl issue claiming he is not shy at all. Ok, we get that you’re not shy, but please keep that thing away! There’s nothing worse than a man slut. Who reads Playgirl? Seriously now! Stick to tanning and hair gelling!

Mike “The Situation”

The other most cockiest guy in the house has an obsession: himself! His quotes are memorable: ” This is The Situation right here, my abs are so ripped up it’s … we call it The Situation”…Please, make him stop! My head is killing me! He is so confident, he believes that any girl can fall for him. Than why did castmate Sammi trade him for Ronnie? I’m just sayin’! Mike thought that he was the big daddy in the Shore house by cooking dinner every night and organizing stuff. Also, he was proud of the fact that he brought girls home every night. There’s no secret that he was the biggest male whore at the Shore.

Ronnie

He is a tanned version of Johnny Bravo that came to the Jersey Shore with a rule: “Never fall in love at the Jersey Shore”. He eventually broke that rule when striking up a relationship with fellow castmate Sammi. They have an up and down romance until they break up at the Jersey Shore reunion when Ronnie sees a video of his girlfriend talking to Mike “The Situation”. Ronnie got in a fight with a guy on the Shore deck because he didn’t leave him and Sammi alone. He got arrested in episode 8 for getting into a brawl with that guy.

Vinny

The self-confessed mama’s boy waited all his life to have some adult fun at the shore. He wasn’t envolved in much drama and so I considered him boring at first. But in episode 6 he hooks up with his landlord’s cougar girlfriend. He feared getting kicked out of the house, but he made it till the last episode. Mike introduced him to his little sister and Vinny thought they might start a fling. But when he saw her, his reaction was: “She’s Mike without a sixpack…I was not into it.” He is the youngest cast member. Oh, and his eyebrows freak me out! Be a man and let them be natural!

This show had it’s highlights: fist pumping in the club, hair extentions, fights, hooking up with random strangers, chilling in the hot tub, getting tanned until your skin is orange and Snooki’s bizzare way of eating a pickle… 

The term “Guido/guidette”

“Guido” is a slang term for a working class or lower class urban Italian American. The guido stereotype is multi-faceted. Primarily, it is used as a demeaning term for Italian Americans, as the word guido is derived from either the Italian proper name Guido or a conjugation of the Italian verb guidare (“to drive”). More recently, it has come to also encompass Italians who conduct themselves as thugs with an overtly macho attitude.

Clothing associated with the stereotype includes gold chains (often Herringbones, pinky rings,Figaro chains, cornicellos, or saint medallions), clothing such as plain T-shirts, muscle shirts, leather jackets, sweat or tracksuits, scally caps, unbuttoned dress shirts, z cavariccis, bowling shirts, and dress suits. Slicked-back hair or pompadours are a common stereotype, as are moustaches. Recently, heavily gelled or pomaded “blow out” hair has become a common stereotype. The hairstyle is commonly referred to as the blowout or Brookyn fade – “Brook”, for short.

(Source: www.wikipedia.org)

Watching this show was fun and shocking at the same time. Emphasys on the episode when Snooki gets punched. I didn’t necessarily like it, but I couldn’t help but watching it. I was just too curious what the buzz was about. This show should be an example of: “Watch us but don’t act like us!”.

Am terminat facultatea…și acum ce fac? April 23, 2010

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În mod normal, ar trebui să mă fac jurnalistă, dar nu e așa de simplu. Îmi aduc aminte că acum 3 ani facultatea reprezenta un tărâm al zeilor, unde ajung numai geniile și de unde ies numai ființele paranormale. Iată că sunt aproape o ființă paranormală. Am terminat facultatea și încă îmi spun că mi se pare. Unde s-au dus 3 ani…nu știu! Ce naiba am făcut în anii ăștia?

Am văzut Bucureștiul, am frecventat (cu sfințenie!) cursurile, mi-am făcut prieteni noi…dar simt că nu a fost suficient! De ce nu mă simt ca atunci când am terminat liceul? Atunci aveam senzația că după liceu mai venea ceva. După facultate vine maturitatea căreia nu-i pot face față încă! Nu mă simt pregătită! Probabil pentru că în acești 3 ani am fost mai preocupată de când și unde mă mut decât de viața de student. Pentru mine, viața de student însemna școală și mutat…și cam atât. Nimic interesant, nimic palpitant.

În liceu mi se părea ceva extraordinar că putem merge în București să vizităm centrele universitare și că putem să vedem ce fac “zeii” ăia de care vorbeam mai sus. Acum, ca un viitor fost zeu, nu simt că viața mea de student a fost cum mă așteptam în liceu. În acești 3 ani am învățat că facultatea e locul unde visele tale se vor frânge și că tot ce ai vrut să faci încă din liceu rămâne în cutiuța de speranțe deșarte, pentru că în viața reală ai muri de foame.

Cârcotașii de vârsta a doua îmi spuneau “Unde, mă? La jurnalism? Vrei să te faci muritor de foame?”. Nu vreau să ajung să le dau dreptate și încă țin cu dinții de ultima fărâmă de speranță. Nu vreau să mă fac muritor de foame, vreau să fiu o jurnalistă nonconformistă. Normal că oamenii care îmi spuneau astfel de chestii erau foști absolvenți de politehnici care își blesteamă zilele că au un loc de muncă plictisitor de ani de zile sau unii care nu au profesat în domeniul studiat.

Și iată cum mă abat de la subiect…Am terminat facultatea și licența îmi bate la ușă! Nu știu dacă sunt speriată sau tristă. Cam puțin din amândouă. Pentru mine, facultatea era o extindere șireată a copilăritului. Am sperat să o mai prelungesc, dar fără noroc. Unii oameni de la mine de la facultate au apelat la înghețarea anului. Habar n-am cum să privesc treaba asta. Să-i aplaud că au vrut să mai tragă de timpul alocat copilăritului sau să-i condamn că au băgat bani în curul facultății de pomană? Treaba lor, până la urmă…

În acești 3 ani am cunoscut niște oameni super tari la FJSC: actuale și foste colege de grupă care mi-au devenit prietene și pe care sper să le numesc prietene și după ce terminăm de tot cu licența. Oana, Corina și Raluca sunt niște fete de nota 10 de care îmi va fi foarte dor… Iată că până la sfârșitul facultății avem toate bloguri și numele vostru apare linkuit.

Nu vreau să mă gândesc la master și job de pe acum. Mă panichez mai târziu pentru ele. Momentan mă panichez pentru licență.

Mami, vreau să salvez lumea! April 14, 2010

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Nu știu dacă e excesul de Sailor Moon care mă face să spun asta, dar vreau să fiu un super erou! Povesteam acum ceva vreme ce aș face dacă aș fi președinte. M-am gândit mai bine și am realizat că nu vreau să am nimic de-a face cu politica. Am detestat-o mereu și nimic nu mă va face să mă afiliez vreunui partid sau chestie de genul ăsta.

Titulatura de super eroină e cea mai potrivită pentru mine. Sunt genul de persoană care e incapabilă să distrugă ceva, fie și material. Dacă asta se întâmplă vreodată e din greșeală și pentru că sunt ușor neîndemânatică. N-am nevoie de vedere X ray. Mă mulțumesc dacă sunt scutită de miopie. Nu vreau să zbor fără aripi. Vreau să știu că am din ce flutura când vântul nu mă mai ajută. Nu vreau să rănesc fizic pe cineva, pentru că m-ar mustra conștiința. Prefer să îl învăț o lecție pe răufăcător doar prin izolare de restul lumii pentru totdeauna.

Unul din visurile mele cele mai mari e să nu mai existe crime. Nu mai vreau ca lumea să fure, să ucidă sau să terorizeze mase. Știu că pacea mondială e dorința supremă a candidatelor de la Miss, dar nu cred că există cineva care să mai creadă în clișeul ăla. Dorințele mele par copilărești, dar măcar nu vor răul nimănui.

Cred că dorințele copiilor sunt cele mai pure ( cu excepția celor materiale gen “Mami, vreau noul model de playstation!”). De aceea mă bucur că n-a crescut copilul din mine și că încă mai are puterea să viseze și să își pună dorințe. Una din ele e ca pisica să înceapă să vorbească și să-mi spună: “Anca, tu trebuie să salvezi lumea asta că e cu curu’-n sus!”. Acum dilema e: care pisică să-mi spună asta? Hmm… cred că Goguleț că eu cu el am o relație mai specială. Scuze, Tzutzu, dar tu ești prea miserupist!

Ca simplu om nu pot schimba lumea. De aceea vreau să fiu supereroină. Super eroină cu suflet de copil!

“Nu te supăra”/”No offence” March 27, 2010

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Când îmi spui să nu mă supăr, fii convins că fix asta o să fac! Urăsc când cineva îmi dă o veste proastă sau îmi spune ceva ce sigur nu-mi va conveni precedat de un “Nu te supăra”. Chiar crede că asta va atenua cât de supărată voi fi? Prefer ca veștile proaste să fie spuse fără ocolișuri ca să nu existe dubii în mintea mea, de genul “Poate nu e chiar așa grav”.

Dacă cineva vrea să-mi spună o chestie de genul “Ești nașpa”, asta ar trebui să nu fie precedată de penibilul “Nu te supăra”. Normal că o să mă supăr dacă îmi zici că sunt nașpa, dar și mai tare o să mă supăr dacă ai pretenția să nu mă supăr când spui asta. Ce om zice: “Ar trebui să mă supăr că m-ai făcut nașpa, dar dacă m-ai rugat să nu mă supăr, nu mă supăr”? Chestia asta e absurdă, iar acel “Nu te supăra” e inutil sau menit să agraveze situația supărării.

Eu de felul meu sunt foarte supărăcioasă, iar dacă mă rogi să nu mă supăr, atunci devin isterică! Lasă-mă în elementul meu! Mă supăr dacă mă enervează ce ai să-mi spui, mai ales dacă îmi impui să nu mă supăr. Mai penibil e când cineva se dă prietenul tău și îți spune treaba asta urmată de “e spre binele tău”. Nu știu cine se cred cei care îmi spun ce e bine sau rău. Cât de bine mă cunosc oamenii ăștia ca să determine “binele meu”? Până și pipițele care vând tratamente pentru unghii în Mall îți spun că e spre binele tău să cumperi căcaturile alea pentru că unghiile tale au nevoie de asta. Dacă unghiile mele au trăit bine până acum, atunci “binele lor” nu se află în tratamentul vostru!

Mă supăr mult mai rău când cineva vrea să nu mă supăr. Cred că e o chestie de psihologie.

Adevărurile amare sunt mult mai digerabile decât minciunile dulci, iar a da o veste proastă fără ocolișuri ne ferește de interpretări inutile. Deci mai slăbuț cu “No offence”-ul.