Beijing Guoan! 北京国安!

September 28, 18:20. My friend arrives. We look for a taxi for more then half an hour. Finally, around 19:25 we arrive at the stadium.
Not so many people in line for tickets, i think everyone is inside already.
Security check. Something similar with the airport security. Lots of ladies in the police squad, kind, English speakers, some of them pretty, all looking serious but giving you a smile in the end: "Thank you for your cooperation". And they let me get in with my lighter. :D
We got inside near sector 18, but our tickets are in sector 13. Along the way we go through a "tunnel" made of policemen on one side and army troops on the other side. We were near sector 16 and i start hearing the drums. And people singing.
Goose bumps. Keep walking. And the story will continue.

Happy bithday, kiddo!

To burp

A Verb

S: (v) burp, bubble, belch, eruct (expel gas from the stomach) e.g. "In China it is polite to burp at the table"

The example should be more accurate: "In China it's allowed to burp, fart, spit EVERYWHERE". Or even better: In Beijing it's allowed to burp, fart, spit EVERYWHERE"

Beijingers are great at spitting. They train themselves in restaurants, taking the bones in their mouth when they eat and then spit them on the floor. The beginners just spit on the table, until they get the technique.

I feel like throwing up on my office desk. But this is not polite, even in Beijing.

Leprosii lui Brunea Fox

Leprosul nu trebuie să iasă fără glugă neagră;
Nu se va duce la moară sau la brutărie;
Nu-şi va spăla nici mîinile, nici straiele la fîntînă;
Nu se va înfăţişa nici la serbări, nici la biserică;
Nu va cuvînta în bătaia vîntului;
Nu va rătăci seara pe drumul bătut;
Din poruncă regală. Amin!

Early baked

This morning i was about to brush my teeth with aftershave. You can easily understand why:

Chinese food

I haven't enjoy chinese food as much as today for a very long time. I have months since my main food was junkie food for junkie people: KFC (sucks!), MacDonalds (similar with Bucharest), Subway (definetely my favourite).
Today i went to eat chinese food. It was the best idea i could've had. Beef with carrots and potatoes in a kind of sauce/soup, salted and a little spiced with black pepper. Fried green beans with red hot chili peppers, steamed rice, green salad...
There are no words to describe this! And then, enjoy my cigarette along with a fresh fruit ice tea. A huge cup with lemon tea, ice, full of slices of apple, orange, banana, kiwi, peach, grapes.... Hao Chi! (Delicious!)

Crize @ Noisefun 2008

Cand era mircha mic.... ;))

Doar pentru cunoscatori:

It's happening again...

I can post on my blog, but i can't see it... me loves China so much :)

Marijuana Conspiracy

An interesting theory about the real reason for hemp being illegal.
Click here for the article.

Tiny Story

Air & Thc arrives in the lungs. Thc says: "Mothafacka' you get outta here! This is MY place!" Little Air tries to reply: "But...but..., you know..." Thc, obviously pissed off: "You piece of shit, there's not enough room for both of us, don't you get it??" and kicks the Air's ass all way long through the throat!
And I started to cough.

Last week trip

Last week i went to Wu Tai Shan.
A tour. Chinese tour. Yellow flag for the guide, running from one place to another, 3 meals and hotel for one night included. Despite all rumors about chinese tours, this one was quite nice. There are so many things to see there, without a good guide you can waste a lot of time and miss a lot of stuff.

Packed with a j and a small piece of shit on me (plus all thc gathered in one sleepless night), i left home at about 5am. Meet my guys in front of the office, took a taxi and went to the bus. Somewhere near the Lama Temple. And Star Live Hall, where last summer i've seen Testament.

Our troop is made of 7. 3 guys, 4 girls. 2 couples, which means 2 girls left for me :D Heh, one of them is from my team (another story later), the other one looks good, but she's like a bad witch. This gothic style doesn't impress me much lately and it really doesn't fit the sweet chinese girls. Yeah, in my opinion chinese girls are very sweet. At least outside... because there's a little evil inside. :)

Enough about girls for now. Let's get back to the sacred place where i've been. The last part of the ride was a tough one. We where climbing the mountain on serpents filled with coal trucks. Dark worms, running loudly. And we had a...driver? Maybe. But i think they found him in a mental institution. By luck, we got there safe.



First impression was not that good. Everything was under construction, like every place i've been in China since i'm here.



But the place got more and more interesting for me.







Temples on high mountains, amazing smell in the air because of the burning incense sticks, Buddhist monks, mystical music... I've sense the peace of mind in the real way.

The day was exhausting, but pleasant. He had dinner in a cheap looking place, but it was the first time when i really liked the food i had in my trips.
The hotel was looking pretty bad outside, but the rooms were like new.

I had a long talk with my buddy Lanky till he felt asleep and i went out to enjoy a moment of silence with my smoke. Being as high as 2500m above the sea level, here i am in the rain, watching the moon and enjoying my spliff. What a relief!



That was our first day. Sunday morning, woke up at 5. Left at 5.30, with our empty stomachs to the temple, to pray. This is the tradition, so we had to follow.
I was surprised to see so many people awake at that time. The temple was crowded, inside and outside. Huge flames of fire from the incenses.

A local show was playing somekind of Beijing Opera and many people were just standing in the raining watching. Including me. Since i got an energy drink as soon as i woke up, in wouldn't be a good thing for me to pray. You must be empty inside when you want your prayers to be listened.

Next checkpoint was a tough one for me. One thousand steps to the next temple, to enlight your mind and find your wisdom. My 'supporters' were pretty surprised i made it. What they didn't knew was that i really wanted to get there. Why? Curiosity, desire to get higher, hope... And the rain helped. Like a monk said, when one of the girls asked him: "Does it has a meaning if you climb the one thousand steps in the rain?" and the monk replied: "Yes, of course, It's cool" :)

Still, it is said that the best time to go to a temple and pray is in a rainy day. It makes the connection between you and the deities more profound. God, whatever his name is, gets more close.

How to fix the internet...

The Real Football Factories International - The Balkans 1

Discutii... (2)

R says:
hey qi qi
Me says:
yo
R says:
China Doll tomorrow?
Me says:
nope, i need a break
Me says:
beside that, i'm going for a trip to some temples in the weekend
Me says:
i need some rest, i feel tired
R says:
to find enlightenment?
Me says:
yeah...to discover my ego
Me says:
in fact, my alter ego
R says:
the one who lurks at china dolls?
Me says:
no, that one i know
Me says:
i'm looking for the other one

Cum sa te intorci teafar la munca dupa ce-ai murit

Cu un laptop in fata, sprijinit cu ambele miini de masuta de la care prezenta si cu un optimism incurabil la purtator, futurologul Ian Pearson a invitat audienta pret de citeva zeci de minute la o adevarata calatorie in viitor. Cu cite un clik, a dat mai apoi drumul slideurilor in care viitorul ne era pus sub nas. Nu mai departe de 2070.

“La fiecare 5 ani vedem noi tehnologii revolutionare. Nu se vor opri, ci, dimpotriva, vor accelera. Asa ca obisnuiti-va cu ideea, pentru ca nu au de gind sa va astepte”. Aceasta este amenintarea sub care Pearson si-a inceput profetiile in fata selectului auditoriu. Solutia sa: “Trebuie sa fi agil, sa reactionezi rapid, sa fi adaptabil. Daca o faci mai repede decit concurentul, rezisti, daca o faci si mai repede, devii vizionar”.

Futurologul a luat apoi, rind pe rind, diverse domenii al caror curs l-a citit fara sfiala in globul sau de cristal. “In afaceri, planurile vor fi făcute pe cel mult cinci ani de zile, datorită vitezei cu care lumea evoluează,” a explicat Pearson.

[continuarea in Cotidianul]

Intamplare

Mi-ai pus degetul la tampla si mi-am zburat creierii...Am vazut sangele si bucati de materie cenusie in fumul de la cuiul pe care abia il aprinsesem si il suflam cu putere afara din suflet.

Experiment (1)

a avut loc experimentul.
Sa derulam, ca de rulat am tot rulat....
Trezirea la 14:42. Asa mi-a zis televizorul cand am facut ochi panicat ca nu stiu cat e ceasul. Doamne! Cate planuri aveam azi! Mongoleza trebuia sa vina la 12, to "go to hell". Adica hill. Adica oamenii cand sunt praf nu aud bine.
Fug la telefonul care era la dracu la incarcat. 4 missed calls. 2 new messages. Am belit pula. Sun. Simt dezamagirea si supararea, indiferent de ce aud. Mda...cacat, aia e. poate chiar e mai bine asa. Incepusem sa ne apropiem iar. Insa io am alte planuri (povestim altatadata).
am rezolvat-o si pe asta. Acum tre' sa rezolv foamea. Cobor la Papa John's. Ce frumoasa e fata aia care invarte blatul de pizza pe deget! Sper ca e pizza mea ;)
Ma opresc la supermarket. Am nevoie de lapte. Mult lapte. Pentru vitamine. Calciu. NOT! Grasimea ma intereseaza de fapt. Revin acasa, deschid tot internetul in taburi de Firefox, deschid cutia, halesc juma' de continut si dau gata o halba cu apa. Contra a fost de vis, zic ziarele. Nicee, zic io. Pufai o tigara, asa de moft. E ciudat, in ultima vreme fumez din ce in ce mai putin. Tutun...
Mda, trecem la treaba. Spal ibricul in care era niste zat de dinainte de primul razboi mondial. Desfac o cutie de lapte si torn in ibric. 250ml.

BREAKING NEWS: Mi se incurca tastele intr-un stil extraordinar. Daca termin postul si nu am greseli, inseamna ca sunt paranormal.

Revenim. Retzeta e: Se ia o pipa de cap...A, nu, asta era un cantec.
Plita la 70 de grade celsius, pana se abureste laptele. Se ia 1 gram de hashish (nu conteaza marca, rasa, nume..) Se pune intr-o lingura mare si se ineaca in lapte. Se scutura usor lingura, treptat, pana se dizolva tot cacatul. Laptele capata un aspect nisipos si o culoare verde-maronie. Se amesteca incontinuu. Se trece plita la 120 de grade pana se enerveaza laptele. Dar nu-l lasati sa clocoteasca. Treceti inapoi la 70 de grade si gata panica. S-a potolit. Il lasati un pic si apoi iar il luati la misto cu 120 de grade. Cand sa fiarba, iar il calmati cu 70. Si asta in timp ce mestecati in continuu. Si tot asa. Vreo...5-7 minute, pana arata uniform (aspectul nisipos cam dispare).

(Pauza iar. Mesaj pe telefon. Tresar speriat. Eram in lumea mea, io si Jim Morrison, schimbam pareri. Cacat. Reclama in chineza, nu inteleg nimic. sterg.)

Buuun. Se opreste plita, se lasa laptele la potolit, pana una alta. Se ia o halba de 300ml, se arunca la misto o lingurita de ness si doua de zahar. Brun, de fite. se ia un tifon si se face ca o palnie. Apoi laptele este turnat usor. Raman ceva resturi verzui pe dar nu e de speriat. Se arunca tifonul, se amesteca bine in cana si aia e.

Se pune cana in frigider, vreo juma de ora. La ora 17:00, am luat prima gura de ness cu lapte cu gheatza si hashish. Sublim, desi putin cam amar.
Mai pun niste gheatza si un pic de zahar. Era prea dens. Acum e mai bine.
Cam 5 minute, gata. Imi aprind fericit a doua tigara de azi. dupa doua fumuri, simt urechile infundate.

Juvy (4/4/2008 5:13:18 PM): io m-am culcat pe la 5 dim
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:14:01 PM): la 12 trebuia sa vina xxx sa mergem prin oras
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:14:32 PM): a batut juma de ora la usa, m-a sunat de 4 ori, mi-a trimis 2 mesaje...
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:14:40 PM): si io m-am trezit la 3
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:14:44 PM): ...
Z(4/4/2008 5:15:57 PM): la 3?
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:02 PM): da coaie
Z(4/4/2008 5:16:03 PM): esti dupa amiaza azi?
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:07 PM): am dormit ca un bou
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:16 PM): noi suntem liberi azi ma
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:19 PM): ai uitat?
Z (4/4/2008 5:16:23 PM): aaaa
Z (4/4/2008 5:16:25 PM): da chiar
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:25 PM): "Tomb sweeping" day
Z (4/4/2008 5:16:32 PM): whatever that means
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:37 PM): exact
Z (4/4/2008 5:16:39 PM): ziua lenei cred
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:40 PM): anyway
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:16:55 PM): am sunat, mi-am cerut un milion de scuze
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:17:25 PM): a zis ca nu-i nimic, ca stie ca-s obosit, ca si-asa azi e nebunie si aglomeratie ca toti sunt liberi...
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:17:29 PM): da' plm
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:17:49 PM): totusi io nu inteleg cum dracu sa dorm in halul asta
Z (4/4/2008 5:17:59 PM): lesin profund
Z (4/4/2008 5:18:08 PM): e nu intelegi
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:18:09 PM): e adev ca eram praf si m-am tarait in pat aseara, da' totusi
Z (4/4/2008 5:18:13 PM): ia gandeste-te putin
Z (4/4/2008 5:18:20 PM):
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:18:32 PM): pai nu tre sa ma gandesc prea mult
Z (4/4/2008 5:18:34 PM): eu nu ti-am zis ca nu prea mai pot sa ma trezesc in ultima vreme?
Z (4/4/2008 5:18:43 PM): am zile cand nu aud nici alarma nici nimic
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:18:48 PM): saptamana nebuna fost asta
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:19:17 PM): sburat 10000 de km, schimbat fus orar, club, x, verde, nesomn, nemancat
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:19:28 PM): creca se aduna
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:19:57 PM): am fost si mi-am luat o pizza mare, am mancat sanatos, pentru toata saptamana
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:20:08 PM): mi-am facut o cana mare de ness
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:20:23 PM): am pus si 1 g de kkt in ea
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:20:29 PM): si acum astept rezultatul
Z (4/4/2008 5:20:50 PM): )))))))))))))))))))))
Z (4/4/2008 5:20:56 PM): fereasca-se sfantu
Z (4/4/2008 5:20:57 PM): ness?
Z (4/4/2008 5:20:59 PM): de ce ness?
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:06 PM): asta aveam in casa
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:15 PM): oricum io is mort dupa nesul cu lapte
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:25 PM): n-am pus apa deloc
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:28 PM): doar lapte
Z (4/4/2008 5:21:36 PM): aha, pai sa nu se bata cap in cap
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:37 PM): l-am facut cum trebuie
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:41 PM): neah
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:21:51 PM): oricum ampus ness juma de lingurita, de gust
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:22:05 PM): ca putzea a kkt de-mi muta nasul
Z (4/4/2008 5:22:18 PM): ce urat mirosea
Z (4/4/2008 5:22:24 PM): nu-ti placea deloc
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:22:34 PM): da coaie, mi-era sa nu vomit
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:22:58 PM): la 5 fix am baut toata cana
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:23:09 PM): deja mi s-au infundat urechile
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:23:18 PM): si m-am molesit un pic
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:24:23 PM): si ti-am zis, n-am fumat
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:24:34 PM): astept sa vad rezultatul asa
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:24:42 PM): doar din lapte
Z (4/4/2008 5:34:36 PM): coaie
Z (4/4/2008 5:34:41 PM): esti propriul cobai
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:34:52 PM): da coaie
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:35:28 PM): incerc sa scriu, da' e cam greu
Z(4/4/2008 5:35:31 PM): daca vreti sa testati d****** va rog testati-le pe mine!
Z (4/4/2008 5:35:35 PM): hahaha
Z (4/4/2008 5:35:39 PM): te-ai pilafit
Z (4/4/2008 5:35:42 PM): tare lapticul ala
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:36:31 PM): Exact!
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:36:43 PM): nu sunt pilaf
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:36:49 PM): nu stiu sa-ti explic
Z (4/4/2008 5:37:00 PM): esti confuz coaie
Z (4/4/2008 5:37:02 PM): iti zic eu
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:37:05 PM): scriu pe blog...pana termin sper sa-mi dau seama de mine
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:37:43 PM): sunt f curios ce-o sa iasa
Juvy (4/4/2008 5:37:48 PM): vb cand termin
Z (4/4/2008 5:38:00 PM): oky

Acum e 18:16. Vad blurat, culorile sunt sterse. Si mi-e pofta, mi-e pofta de culori. Mi-as dori sa mai misc si altceva decat degetele. Si astea prost. Nu-mi iese deloc unghiul de apasare a tastei shift atunci cand vreau litera mare. Ma enerveaza de mor. Si Jim asta urla acolo in spatele, meu. "Girl, we couldn't get much higher!! Try to set the night on firee!!" Ardem ca sobolanii! Panica! Hahahahahahaha!

Vaaaaai! apa! mi-e pofta de apa minerala, de un trabuc cu aroma de cires, de un strudel vienez, un expresso in sange, o mulatra si o ciocolata Chery cu lichior.

Revin.

Discutii... (1)

Juvy says:
ci praf esti uai!
stefan says:
eu sunt praf ,tu esti nisip!
stefan says:
esti mai bun ca mine ,oricum!
Juvy says:
nisipul are siliciu
Juvy says:
din care se fac procesoare de calc
Juvy says:
deci nisipul e destept

9:11 PM

Vreau sa fiu cobai, sa fac eu experimente cu mine.

Daca tot m-am trezit devreme, trebuia sa ajung si la munca devreme, nu? Nu!
Tot la 11 si ceva, ca de obicei...
Si culmea ironiei, interviul de la 10 fusese mutat la 11 deci nu l-am ratat...ba chiar vreau sa-l angajez pe tip. M-a trecut prin niste filme de l-as fi tinut sa vorbim doua zile. Poate intr-un post viitor detaliez, momentan mi-e a fuma.
Nu mai vine odata "diseara"...pfoai.

back in black

5 dimineata. Trezirea dupa 4 ore de somn. Asta dupa o noapte in fumuri, un zbor lung cat China (plus Rusia, Ucraina si inca vreo cateva tari), discutii interminabile la birou, un session de vreo 3 ore si 5 cuie cu nigerianul...
Cum pula mea??! Ar fi trebuit sa fiu rupt in gura se somn, sa ma trezesc la 12, sa ma grabesc sa rulez ceva ca tre' sa plec la munca, sa ratez interviurile, sa joc solitaire ascultand muzica si privind in gol. Eu si cu mine.
Dar nu. La 4:46, mijesc ochii. Vad in zare scrumiera verde in care zace intr-o rana jumate din cuiul de noapte buna... Damn! Tweety, Silvester si un cui...Atat imi mai aduc aminte momentan. Oricum, ma bucur, chiar daca am capul putin greu si sunt lac de transpiratie. Asta desi e frig in casa. Iau chistocul, il aprind, trag cu sete. Tusea naprasnica se intoarce, partea a 4578-a. Anyway, apa plata rezolva problema temporar. L'Origin, eau minerale naturelle. Chinezeasca, te pisi pe ea. Incerc o cutie de Watson's ramasa de aseara. Bulele pisca, dar gustul...Gustul e sublim. S-a potolit si tusea, am terminat si nenorocirea (ca de, era la urma...). Acum pot sa ma pis. Heh, vad masina de spalat. Haine! Nu am cu ce sa ma imbrac. Panica. Dar si lene. Dupa urmatorul. Deschid laptopul. Nici o pornaciune pusa la download aseara nu s-a tras. Ma fut in ele.
Rad tot queue-ul si deschid winampul. Hahaha! Mi-am adus aminte ce ascultam aseara! Gogol Bordello. Nice, dar intra rar. In nici un caz dimineata la 6. Ma potolesc, citesc catavencu si rulez...Daca aveam pe cineva sa faca o cafea! Era de vis... Nu-i bai, merge si un IchiMore (cica e energizant, da' mie imi place ca are exact gustul unei gume de mestecat in forma de tigareta, imi aducea mie unchi-miu de la Predeal, dumnezeu sa-l ierte, de la polonezi).
Planuri pentru diseara. Trimit mail sau vorbesc cu fiecare? Raman la mail, e mai oficial si nu lasa loc de cotit. Nu ca m-ar interesa cine vine, important e ca vine cine trebuie (sic!)...
Imi aduc aminte de dj si de muzica pe care i-am promis-o. Copii cdurile, le pun deoparte sa nu le uit. Ultimul imi face cu ochiul. Si nu degeaba.
Scriu, ascult muzica...mai rulez ceva sau ma duc intai la dus? Greu...dar cred ca ma duc.
Back. Lung dus, nu-mi sta in fire... M-am relaxat, am scapat de toate. Mizerie, durere de cap, ganduri amare. Cate chestii iti trec prin cap sub dus... Incercam sa-mi aduc aminte cand am acut sex ultima data, dar cat iti futi creierii zi de zi, ora de ora, e greu. Tampenii...
Mi-am tras echipamentul de lucru si am gasit o idee cum sa inchei povestea de azi. si ma gandesc sa continui. Ma mai gandesc. Sau nu. Sau...
Cred ca mai invart o shaoarma, vorba cantecului. Am inceput sa ma gandesc la cate am de rezolvat azi la munca si imi strica buna dispozitie. Azi sunt cu chef de viata, nu pot sa distrug asta. Oricum n-o sa tina mult.

Al vostru,
Juvy
..:: sef de sectie intr-o intreprindere capitalista, cu sucursala intr-o tara comunista ::..