Got a life, but no instructions...

Dupa concertul Harry Tavitian la Baia Mare

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 06:13:00 +0000

Sunt mandru :)

Somali Pirates Say They Are Subsidiary of Goldman Sachs

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 21:09:00 +0000

Somali Pirates Say They Are Subsidiary of Goldman Sachs: "

Could Make Prosecution Difficult, Experts Say

NORFOLK, VIRGINIA – (The Borowitz Report) Eleven indicted Somali pirates dropped a bombshell in a U.S. court today, revealing that their entire piracy operation is a subsidiary of banking giant Goldman Sachs.

There was an audible gasp in the courtroom when the leader of the pirates announced, “We are doing God’s work. We work for Lloyd Blankfein.”

The pirate, who said he earned a bonus of $48 million in dubloons last year, elaborated on the nature of the Somalis’ work for Goldman, explaining that the pirates forcibly attacked ships that Goldman had already shorted.

“We were functioning as investment bankers, only every day was casual Friday,” the pirate said.

The pirate acknowledged that they merged their operations with Goldman in late 2008 to take advantage of the more relaxed regulations governing bankers as opposed to pirates, “plus to get our share of the bailout money.”

In the aftermath of the shocking revelations, government prosecutors were scrambling to see if they still had a case against the Somali pirates, who would now be treated as bankers in the eyes of the law.

“There are lots of laws that could bring these guys down if they were, in fact, pirates,” one government source said. “But if they’re bankers, our hands are tied.” More here.

The Borowitz Report

Eating

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 10:52:00 +0000

I want to start tracking my eating habits.

Today I had really great Chinese dumplings and an awful rice porridge soup. Maybe the soup isn't that bad, but I definitely do not like it that much.
The dumplings were fresh out of the bamboo steamer. Really yummy.

Picture courtesy of THE AGE

This one's for Andras.

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 00:38:00 +0000

(via)

cleavage

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:54:00 +0000

(via goodwinter)

While you weren't listening - these things reminded me of you

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 01:23:00 +0000

While you weren't listening - these things reminded me of you: "

via http://whileyouwerentlistening.posterous.com/

Fund

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:02:00 +0000

Cred ca de-acum voi folosi blogul ca pe-un fel de tumblr. Sau invers.

Fund:

(via)

MJ Tribute

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 12:04:00 +0000

Asa deci, v-ati facut mistocari...

update:

The motto

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 21:13:00 +0000

Mein Bruder, der Hirsch und ich....

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 18 May 2009 12:25:00 +0000

Mein Bruder, der Hirsch und ich...., originally uploaded by jaegermeister1976.

Tocmai ce-am inceput sa folosesc spokeo si dau de poza asta. Am dus niste prieteni nemti in Ro acum vreo doi ani si uite ce-au facut nemernicii!

cu buza umflata

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Sun, 17 May 2009 04:05:00 +0000

Daca aseara (adica vineri noaptea) ma gandeam ca e cazul sa relatez, acum sunt sigur.

Vineri am venit la Zürich la un case interview la PwC. Ca doar corporatist m-a facut mama. Si Zürich-ul e aproape de inima mea. Cum a decurs e irelevant. Adica a decurs ideal, dar ei nu angajeaza pana-n toamna. Dar au tinut sa ma cunoasca. Am ajuns acasa (la un prieten - F, 40 de km de Zürich) dupa noua seara, dupa o zi intreaga de assessment. M-am schimbat, am mancat si-am rasuflat. Pana cand ne-am hotarat spontan ca incepe weekendul si avem nevoie de earba.

Ne-am urcat in masina si-am plecat in ghetto-ul Zürich-ului, ca acolo, langa gara, intr-o videoteca "a cumparat earba un prieten in 2003" (dupa spusele lui F). Ne-am perindat in jurul garii vro doozeci de minute si am intrebat nenumarati oameni. Nimeni nimic. Pana cand niste negri ne-au sfatuit sa luam tramvaiul x pana la ultima statie, ca acolo gasim ce cautam la Pedro. Dupa care s-au carat. Ne-am carat si noi (la statia respectiva) unde am descoperit... ca acolo nu mai misca nimeni pe straszi la ora aia. In fine, nu mai am chef de povestit mult ca totusi e ora 6 dimineata, asa c-o dau pe stil telegrafic:

- vineri 23:30 - luat tramvai pana la Milchbuck la indemnul unora care stiau. Ei bine, ne-au mintit. Am mers pe jos pe ploaie pana am luat un bus in directia gresita (adica ne-a dus in directia opusa decat unde vroiam sa ajungem, dar ne-a dus exact unde parcasem masina)
- vineri 24:00 - luat masina, mers pe Langstrasse. Multe prostituate, multi preteni, multa bere, no earba. Am ajuns acasa pe la 4.
-sambata 10:00 - zi lejera. M-am hotarat sa nu ma intorc in Germania. Cel putin nu acasa.
- sambata 11:00 - ducem gunoiul (foarte complicat, pe cuvant, e undeva la cativa kilometri centrul de reciclare), dam o tura de cumparaturi peste granita (la nemti, ca e mai ieftin)
- sambata 15:00 - cumparat grill in Germania, montat grill, inaugurat grill, mancat bine, instalat Windows 7, panicat ca nu prindem trenul, precat la Zürich pe la 6.
- sambata 18:45 - Zürich, am vazut orasul. In sfarsit. Facut 100 de poze. Foarte tare. Poate le voi pune undeva p-aici. Am ajuns si la lac pe la 8. Cobor spre lac si-mi sare-n fata J. Pe J nu l-am mai vazut de vreo 9 luni, ultima oara ne-am vazut in biblioteca la facultate. Nu stiam ca e in Zürich, dar aflu ca e practicant la firma la care lucreaza F. J e practicantul lui F. Si eu sunt prieten cu amandoi. J e pe malul lacului cu A, o fata foarte simpatica, tot practicanta sub F.
- sambata 22:30 - pai daca tot ne-am intalnit si bem impreuna de 2 ore, hai sa mergem la o petrecere impreuna. Una studenteasca. La universitate. OK for me, ca e acolo un prieten cu care am studiat in Suedia (fara legatura si total intamplator: J si A au studiat si ei in Suedia, ani si orase diferite).
- samata 24:00 - am ajuns la statia corespunzatoare. La marginea unei paduri. wtf? noah, hai in padure, ca doar sunt alei. O luam noi patru pe-o alee asa pana dam de-un lac. Cu pescari si focuri de tabara pe margini. wtf again. Adica noi cautam un campus universitar si dam de pescari cu corturi? Ceva nu e bine. Ei bine, ce nu e bine e mentalitatea noastra. 3 nemti si un roman cred ca pur si simlu nu se asteapta la o padure imensa cu lac si alei in oras, in care sa se ascunda un intreg campus universitar. Ajuns la petrecere.

Please bear with me, it's just getting started, but I'll be fast. Promise.

- duminica 02:30 - petrecerea e... droaznica. Petrecere studenteasca, vreo 200 de oameni, dar inclusiv muzica din anii '80. (O paranteza: Futurama, candva dupa anul 3000: Capitanul Brannigan, in scaunul de comandant: "Kiff, pune-mi muzica din anii '80!". La care Kiff: "Aaaaaaaa, ok, dar din care din anii '80?") F vrea acasa. A vrea party. J o vrea pe A.

Eu am un suflet mare. Poate F sa vrea sa ia urmatorul tren spre casa cu A (drum comun), dar eu nu pot sa las o poveste de dragoste sa moara inainte sa se nasca. Asa ca l-am convins pe J sa ne invite la el acasa.

- duminica 3:20 - Dupa ce am ajuns la J, am baut o bere. Eu. F aproape dormita pe canapea, J si A stateau langa el. Red Dragon la televizor. Eu am mai baut o bere pana ce-am observat ca A adoarme la J in brate. Ziel erreicht, F, let's go home.
- duminica 4:10 - inca in tren am pus pariu cate statii sunt: "yunt vreo 5 statii" " nu te cred" " punem pariu?" "punem" "tu numeri statiile. eu imi pun mobilul sa sune peste juma de ora can ajungem acasa" "ok"
- duminica 4:40 - mobilul suna de 10 minute. Trenul e gol. Wtf again? Unde suntem? Fuck, am trecut de statia noasta!
- duminica 4:50 - trenul urmator vine peste o ora. Ce puii mei, suna la taxi. Neah, 50 CHF e prea mult, pentru 30 nu vine el. Hai s-o luam pe jos.

Urmatoarele 80 de minute au fost atat de hilare, nu pot sa va explic. Amluat-o printr-o zona industriala pana am dat de ceva parc auto plin cu Audi-uri acoperite in folie. N-am mai vazut atatea masini naoi in viata mea. Cu sutele, totul alb de celofan. Am sarit gardul (electrificat, cu sarma ghimapata) ca sa nu mai ocolim. Am trecut sinele spre Burger King (inchis) ca macar sa facem autostopul la autostrata. Am trecut pe langa cirezi de tauri, de vacim am alergat prin grau, am facut autostop. Fara succes, ne-am intors la gara.

- duminica 5:35 - din nou la gara, imi vine o idee: "poate trenul asta nu circula decat de luni pana vineri". Am avut dreptate. Ma pis pe gara. La propriu. Firma de taxiuri nu mai raspunde la telefon.
- duminica 6:00 - ne intoarcem la intersectia de autostrazi. In mod ciudat, acum e politia de frontiera acolo. Wtf? Nu-i nimic, trecem autostrada pe jos la baietii inarmati pana in dinti. Nu ne-au impuscat, dar au zis sa disparem REPEDE si daca avem numeriri sa sunam la informatii.
- duminica 6:10 - de-abia ca l-am convins pe F sa continuam pelerinajul (mers pe marginea autostrazii si facut autostopul) opreste un taxi. o taximetrista simpatica foc. Ne-a adus acasa, eu m-am apucat sa scriu, acum ma culc. E 7. Dar e nespectacular fara poze. Care vin.

the complicated heart of an educational movie screenplay writer

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 06:45:00 +0000

she hit her car while parking in front of my house when she came for dinner... too bad for the neighbours car
when we went out I still had my home shoes on
we ended up going out in another town
not only did she keep up with my shit, she managed to render me speechless
at half past five am, after I got into the wrong train, we talked on the phone for another 20 minutes
I just want to hug her and tell her lullabies until she falls asleep in my arms
she's the most fascinating that has happened to me for uncountable years
it's finally -10 degrees Celsius and I'm burning inside out

Cum o fi...

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:16:00 +0000

... sa anunti lumea printr-un status update pe facebook ca devii mamica la 18 ani?

Nici nu-mi vine s-o intreb detalii.

Sport fucks up my life...

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 23:41:00 +0000

Sa pornim de la premisa ca omul normal e in birou la 8. Hai poate la 9. Eu cu mic dejun, stat cat vreu in baie si tot restul, am nevoie de o ora si jumatate sa ajung la birou. O ora si jumatate usa-n usa. Buuuun, asta in seamna in best case trezit undeva dupa 7.

Imi place sa fac sport, sa alerg, sa inot, sa ma misc, whatever, am nevoie de miscare. Doar ca daca ma trezesc eu la 6 ca sa fac sport (sau mai devreme, de obicei ma trezesc nu mult dupa 6), ajung dupa o ora acasa, fac dus si apoi... apoi pic dracu' inapoi in pat si dorm pana la 10. Dupa parerea mea diminetile oricum sunt inutile, si cand ajung la 7:30 in birou o frec pe net pana dupa masa de pranz, cand ma apuca subit entuziasmul. Dar daca mai fac si sport, dimineata e dusa din start.

Alternativa? Sport seara! Doar ca sportul seara are exact efectul opus! Pot sa fiu cat de masochist si sa ma imping pana ma doare si ultimul muschi din corp, nu conteaza. Ajung acasa, indiferent daca e noua seara sau miezul noptii, ma umplu de energie si nu stiu cum sa scap de ea. Incerc sa dorm, ma plimb prin casa, citesc, ies, dar nu pot sa adorm! Nu merge, nu reusesc, nu ma ia somnul! Si daca ma culc la 3, naiba se mai trezesze la 6:30!

Vreau un job in care sa fiu la birou la 8 ca asa se cuvine, s-o ard pana pe la 11, apoi sa ma duc la sala din dotare si pe la 1 sa ma intorc la munca. Sa vedeti supa aia cat de efectiv si motivat as fi!

Ce porcarii vorbesc, de fapt vreau un job in care sa nici nu existe un birou...

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 14:03:00 +0000

4 pages to go, but I have to sleep. I have to!

Just find a country and hide there

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 01:28:00 +0000

"Bah, de unde vii?"
"Din Vietnam."
"Nu mah, de unde vii acuma, la ora asta?"
"Din Vietnam. Dar tu de unde vii?"
"Bah, tu stii engleza?"
"Scuze, am baut."
"Whatever, culca-te!"

Uneori sunt satul de toata sarada asta cu integrarea. Fuck them all. Aud napalm?

Seen this one?

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:08:00 +0000

Afro Samurai FTW

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 17:16:00 +0000

Artist: RZA
Album: Afro Samurai O.S.T.
Song: Afro Theme

A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
Quest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road

Haven't updated in 4 months...

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:54:00 +0000

Recap:
Some exams, rock climbing, ultimate frisbee, Buxelles, Paris, Bruxelles again, some trips with my friends, one short visit at home, Hamburg, loads of sunbathing and sports, got sick again, quit my job, getting on with my studies. That's aboot it.

The way it should be

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:52:00 +0000

OMFG! I just got slapped with a wet salmon - really - I have not updated this since I fell in love... You would not believe how insane my life has become. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!.

I am tied up with responding to fanmail, personal projects, just generally being a nuisance to my friends, my day starts from midday to way past dusk. I am not growing up. maybe tomorrow.

I solemnly swear if one more person emails me to ask why I haven't posted today I will start posting pictures of toe fungus, or fecal murals. Go with God, good friends. Unless of course the pool with the cocktail bar is heated!.

http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html

Profile aggregation obsolete

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 16:12:00 +0000

So after having registered to about 400 websites during the past 2 years (for professional purposes, of course), I am now on a quest of deleting most of them, or at least changing loads of personal data. With profile aggregators being more and more popular and gathering more and more of your data, I'm deciding to swim against the flow and clean my name(s).

If you were wondering...

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 10:22:00 +0000

...this is where all the magik happens. Welcome to my crib.

Party: 22.03 - Kings of the Pussy Jungle

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 11:40:00 +0000

See you there?

2.5 sneak peek

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:32:00 +0000

Promit, cand apare WP 2.5 final ma mut cu totul pe-un domeniu nou si scriu mai des. Ca am ce!
De RC1 n-am chef.

The dude abides

noreply@blogger.com (Cata) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:01:00 +0000

This Mutts comic made my day.