Cică, ne îmbogăţim! Cu Billa, pe lângă Kaufland, Penny, Carefour, Winmarkt,  … ca să-i batem pe ghirişeni că au Plus şi ce mai au.

Oricum, clădirii îi stă mai bine renovată şi cu “Billa”, decât cu poarta găurită şi cu “Miliţie” sau “Poliţie”!

Să sperăm că nu va fi un nou … fâs!

Pentru că, dacă te iei după schema desenată de unu’ care a auzit numai de str. Turda din Bucale, ajungi la Cora!

Să sperăm, ca la fiecare alegere sau inaugurarea, că … nu sperăm degeaba!

Ca să nu te doară billa de grija afacerilor, să revenim la oile noastre.

La poznele turdene, cotidiene:

Na, că, tot de grija lui Băse, … întoarcem coada spre frumoasele flori!

Parfumul crizei

Chiar că-i criză, dacă nici pentru parfumuri nu au avut bani să listeze un afiş!

Pe vremuri, în ferestre, se puneau muşcate. Florile acelea roşii, care rezistau şi la frig. Acum s-a trecut la alb. Muşcător!

Şi la Turda au apărut afişele cu programul manifestărilor dedicate Zilei naţionale. Doar că, la noi, suprapunerea afişelor a dat cu plus. Am renunţat la “România bunului simţ” pentru a ne aminti de tradiţionalul nostru “Spectacol omagial“.

Mă simt mai tânăr cu vreo două decenii!

Cum va arăta oraşul când nici doi stâlpi nu vor mai face faţă la invazia sârmelor?!

Despărţirile adevărate, cu partaj se fac!

Grupul e dovada invaziei mandarinilor?

Mandarinele sunt porcotalii?

De vreo doi ani se tot renovează clădirea. Cu respect pentru arhitectura ei din trecut. Şi cu respectul faţă de oraş, trotuar şi cetăţeni …

Ca să nu mai vorbim despre riscul celor care îşi permit să treacă prin şantier, printre utilajele care lucrează!

Circulă un zvon, conform căruia, magazinul s-ar inaugura în curând. Ca autostrada? Adică, se va tăia panglica de inaugurare şi se va mai lucra încă un an la finisări?! Româneşte! Că nu suntem în Argentina! Deşi, nu ştiu cum se procedează pe-acolo. Poate, găsesc un sponsor pentru o vizită de documentare!

Neues aus dem Hause Billa:

Billa (gegründet von Milliardär Karl Wlaschek)  blickt optimistisch in die Zukunft: “Auf der Strecke werden andere bleiben”, lässt Volker Hornsteiner, Vorstandssprecher der österreichischen Supermarktkette, das bisherige Jahr 2009 im Gespräch  Revue passieren.

Seit Beginn der Neupositionierung 2007 habe sich die Rewe-Tochter von der reinen Lebensmittellogistikerin weg zu einer “Spezialistin für Kulinarik und Gesundheit” entwickelt und steuere nun auf eines der erfolgreichsten Jahre in der Firmengeschichte zu. Dazu habe nicht nur der Fokus auf nachhaltige Themen beigetragen.

“Wir sind auch im Preis aggressiver geworden”, meint Hornsteiner.

Der Preis sei im Einzelhandel ohnehin ein unumgehbarer Faktor. “Die Preisgarantie ist wichtig. Wir können in unserer Kommunikation nicht ausschließlich auf Ja!-Natürlich-Produkte setzen”, unterstreicht Hornsteiner. Die “brachiale Werbegewalt” von Branchenprimus Hofer scheue man aber nicht. Der Hofer-Kunde sei ein anderer als der Billa-Kunde. Zudem werde Billa von Preissenkungen weniger getroffen als die Konkurrenz, da das eigene Sortiment eine größere Preis-Range offen lasse.

So führt Billa neben der günstigen Eigenmarke clever auch Markenprodukte, wodurch Preisanpassungen kompensiert würden.

Info: www.billa.at

Heute wurde von einem vorerst unbekannten Täter in der NKD Filiale in 2540 Bad Vöslau, Industriestraße 10-12, ein Geldwechselbetrug zNt der Kassierin verübt, das Opfer erlitt einen Schaden von 100.- Euro.

Der auffallend hell gekleidete Mann wollte 19 Stück 10.- Euro Banknoten in vier Fünfziger umwechseln lassen, verwickelte das Opfer in ein Gespräch und nutzte dann die mangelnde Erfahrung und Unachtsamkeit der Angestellten aus.

Bis 13.50 Uhr ereigneten sich zwei weitere, gleich gelagerte, versuchte Betrugshandlungen in den BILLA Filialen 2551 Enzesfeld und 2544 Leobersdorf. Aufgrund der genauen Personsbeschreibung und dem mittlerweile eingelangten Hinweis auf einen VW Bus mit rumänischen Kennzeichen konnten die Beamten der Polizei Berndorf, Günselsdorf, Hirtenberg und Leobersdorf das Fahrzeug im Zuge der Fahndung lokalisieren, anhalten und die beiden Insassen mit passender Beschreibung letztendlich in Leobersdorf festnehmen.
Im Zuge der Erhebungen konnten den beiden Verdächtigen, zwei rum. Staatsbürger im Alter von 33 u. 35 Jahren die Betrugs- und versuchten Betrugshandlungen zugeordnet werden. Weiters konnten ihnen zwei weitere versuchte Betrugshandlungen am 24.10.2009 im Merkurmarkt Amstetten nachgewiesen werden.
Schadenshöhe: 100 Euro
Die Verdächtigen wurden über Antrag der Staatsanwaltschaft Wr. Neustadt in die JA Wr. Neustadt eingeliefert.

Der US-amerikanische Einzelhandelsriese Wal-Mart hat eine neue Verkaufsnische entdeckt und bietet seinen Kunden neuerdings auch Särge an. Ob Billa oder Meinl am Graben auch auf diesem Zug aufspringt ist noch ungewiss.

Auch wenn die skurrile Verkaufsidee bei praktisch denkenden Amerikanern Anklang findet, zeigen sich vor allem traditionelle Bestatter empört.

Das Angebot reicht von sogenannten “Mom” oder “Dad Remembered” Sargausführungen aus Stahl zum Preis von 895 Dollar bis hin zu Särgen, die aus Bronze gefertigt und mit 2.899 Dollar dementsprechend teurer käuflich zu erwerben sind.

நடிகர்கள்: ரஜினிகாந்த், ஸ்ரீ பிரியா , பாலாஜி, மேஜர் சுந்தர்ராஜன், மனோரமா

இயக்குனர்: R. கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி

ஒளிப்பதிவு : பத்மநாபன்

இசை: M.S. விஸ்வநாதன்

பாடல்கள்: கண்ணதாசன்

Traian Basescu are insomnii ,este tot mai tensionat ,iar tremurul mainilor ,abia daca il mai atenueaza cu cateva sticle de alcool ,care ii inunda creierii zilnic.

E drept ca ne-a demonstrat ca a citit si altceva ,decat etichetele sticlelor de bauturi, atunci cand ,preocupat de starea jalnica a poporului ,caruia i-a facut urari de bine, s-a infiintat intr-o emisiune de divertisment ,unde a facut dovada calitatilor sale de bufon ,recitind o compozitie in versuri, precum cele scrise in oracolele scolare sau pe peretii toaletelor, care se sfarsea cu o floare pe mormantul maica-sii.Basescu ,bufonul ,a hahait ,a bocit,a uitat versurile ca mai apoi, in mod surprinzator ,sa si le aduca aminte si sa le redea cursiv ,in acest timp cand Basescu era bufonul micului ecran,mama acestuia ,care nu se afla nici pe departe in mormant, se afla internata la un spital iar a doua zi urma sa sufere o operatie ,deosebit de grea.Oare cui i se potriveste mai bine zicala :”Tara arde si baba se piaptana”?

Traian Basescu agonizeaza ,galopant,ca o furie nebuna.Este furia sfarsitului ,a sfarsitului total, al omului politic, Traian Basescu !

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Dupa o noapte alba ,mahmur a navalit la un post national de radio preocupat mai mult decat de soarta maica-sii ,de soarta Elenei Udrea, in idiotenia sa, a capatat

un lapsus ,referitor la separatia puterilor in stat:cum sa soliciti tu ,presedinte de stat, ca o ticaloasa care a furat, sa nu fie pedepsita?Apropo:Udrea i-o fi scris, poezia?

Traficantul international, de armament ,Traian Basescu ,disperat, a aruncat in campania electorala ,paralela,pe care o desfasura ,asa ca o nada,un fel de „atentia la mine”, o gaselnita ,nu cea din urma,legalizarea prostitutiei si a consumului de droguri usoare.

Asta dupa ce ,ani in sir ,ca o mironosita,a pingarit biserici ,slujbele sale diavolesti au inlocuit pe cele crestinesti, tinute de preoti,asta dupa ce, in vazul presei ,a primit icoane care au aterizat, claie peste gramada ,in portbagajul prezidential…eu cred ca acolo au ramas:ce sa faca diavolul din Basescu cu ele ?

Ca si cand biserica, ar incuviinta ,aceste naravuri ,incurajate de tartorul Basescu,acesta s-a protapit la Targoviste , spre oroarea mea,la poze cu inaltele fete bisericesti…Deh,Dumnezeu vede,sfintite fete bisericesti !Asa i-am spus unui popa, caruia ii dadusem bani ,pentru biserica, si el isi schimbase limuzina.Dumnezeu sa-l ierte si sa-l odihneasca,a murit de tanar….

Diavolul are un nume:Basescu !

Oare traficantul international de arme ,are ceva droguri, din barter, in „stoc” si nu are piata de desfacere ,acum cand Viktor Bout e la racoare?Da,intr-adevar, Romania ar fi o piata foarte sigura…dar mai ales ,usor de controlat...,

Naravit ,sa apara la televizor,in aburii alcoolului ,in timp ce rememora maretul episod cu „322” ,a ticluit un alt rahat :referendumul pentru parlamentul unicameral.Basescu,proxenetul national ,avea reteta ,de fraudare a voturilor, de la acel referendum ,e drept ca mai apoi, ca si in privinta demisiei a intors-o „ca la Ploiesti”…

A fost oare ,o replica la cutezanta acelei comisii parlamentare, care i-a necinstit ibovnica, facand-o „hoata” ?…a fost o incercare de  deviere a atentiei publice, de genul diversiunii George Becali ,atunci cand Mircea Basescu gafase magistral ,pe posturile de televiziune ,cand acestea dezvaluiau matraplazlacurile:Mircea a furat si Traian a acoperit?Cam asa ,bine zice ,domnul Sorin Rosca Stanescu…

A fost un gest cavaleresc?…Bestia asta cu chip de om, chiar o fi indragostit nebuneste ?…Bine,bine ,dar „actele” nu se consuma in Notre Dame ,ci in Palatul Cotroceni?! Ah,e versiunea romaneasca?O.K!

Dupa inca o noapte alba, a aparut pe post si a incercat sa insufle curaj guzganilor portocalii ,tot mai agitati ,pe fiecare zi ce trece ,de certa scufundare a barcazului ,parca ar fi prima,mai sunt cel putin 50 de nave scufundate de Diavolul care (sac) ,a infruntat valuri de 16 metri si nu oriunde ci in…Atlantic (sarade de pirat).

A bantuit blogosfera ,preocupat ,bineinteles,de starea natiunii,de unde a ciupit un cuvant pe care l-a lansat, tot ca pe o sarada,a tinut sa gratuleze cu acest cuvant ,pe super ziaristul Sorin Rosca Stanescu(baiat de baiat),pe curajosul pilot si parlamentar Valentin Vasilescu si bineinteles ,…”tonomatele” lui Voiculescu,”mogulii” ,care nu mai contenesc cu dezvaluirile afacerilor murdare in care Basescu si membrii familiei sale ,amantele, sunt implicati pina la gat…pe linga cei gratulati cu acel cuvant,ma aflu si eu…soricelul care scrie,un ticalos care atenteaza la „onoarea de familist” ,a proxenetului national . Am facut pe mine,m-a luat tremuriciul ,am murit de frica,cand mi-am revenit am scris mazgaleala asta ,ca printre randurile ei ,sa cer:

Doamna Procuror General a Romaniei-Laura Codruta Kovesi,va rog din suflet ,scapati acest popor rabdator, de diavolul cu chip de om , Traian Basescu:

Declansati actiunea penala ,si implicit, urmarirea penala impotriva numitului Traian Basescu, in baza plangerilor mele , in special, in baza plangerii penale numita „Baltagul” cu numarul 922 ,a plangerii numita “Mafia-Traian Basescu traficant international” cu numarul 926,a plangerii “Betivan-Hitler-Basescu”  cu numarul 920,incetati va rog, cu musamalizarea dosarelor lui Traian Basescu si a tiitoarei sale Elena Udrea (poftiti numarul plangerilor scanat,in caz ca s-au pierdut pe acolo…)

plangere penala contra lui basescu nr.920 -betivan hitler basescu-(golden blitz-becali,tiganca imputita,gaozarule,etc)

plangere penala balatagul contra lui basescu

Ca un raspuns, pentru participarea partenerilor de coalitie ,la comisia parlamentara Vanghelie-Orban ,dupa ce s-a intalnit ,tete-a tete, cu Elena Udrea,Traian Basescu s-a napustit la Palatul Victoria pe inserat unde, Emil Boc, era cocotat pe scaunul de prim ministru al Romaniei ,sa il vada  maica-sa ,la Rachitele ,in televizor , se caznea ,din rasputeri, sa coboare, de pe scaunul atat de inalt.Emil Boc, ajutat de Basescu ,sa coboare,doar pentru moment,a avut o replica geniala :”Da Traiane,asta gandeam eu cand ai venit!”.Boc, se bucura in sinea lui, ca va fi inca un prilej ,ca  mama sa de la Rachitele, sa scuipe ecranul televizorului, de deochi.

Si-a luat incaltarile cu toc dublu, a tras de microfon in jos ,si a anuntat remanierea lui Dan Nica .A sunat,apoi, la Cotroceni si a intrebat:”A fost bine?”,i-a raspuns Basescu, fredonand:”Ce bine ne intelegem noi doiiiii!”

In fapt Dan Nica il speriase, de moarte ,pe Basescu si era exact cum bine a spus „calcase pe un musuroi de furnici” ,afacerile familiei Basescu,contrabanda cu produse petroliere ,a  unor lideri PDL de la Ploiesti ,dar mai ales cheia invincibilitatii basesciene: furtul electoral,votul cu autocarul si toleranta, interesata, a politiei, inregimentata politic.

Basescu radia,impiedicase cercetarea penala a Camilei Elena Udrea ,cea detinatoare de provizii electorale si erat tot timpul pe ecran ,a fugit la Cluj unde s-a prins in hora ,in timp ce tara pe care el insusi o incendiase,ardea dar nu foarte mocnit,beat a sunat manuitorii de sondaje si le-a cerut o facatura fulger:ii reusise !

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Pasul la ofsaid facut ,de intreaga clasa politica, l-a intristat,in zadar a incercat sa dezbine si sa stapaneasca :toate partidele erau fripte,in zadar a incercat sa-l zugraveasca pe primarul Sibiului ca pe un naiv pacalit de opozitie:Johanis vazut de Basescu ca un posibil contracandidat in cursa electorala ,stie mai bine ca noi ,cine i-a plasmuit dosarele penale,oare de unde a tras Basescu concluzia ca nemtii,sasii,germanii sunt popoare sentimentale si naive?

 Sau el cunoaste alta istorie decat cea stiuta de Crin Antonescu, dupa cum devine si expert in vestimentatie capabil sa umileasca un reprezentant al minoritatii armene,unul din acei parlamentari neimbuibati care  alaturi de alti reprezentanti i-au dat „craci,” cum se spune pe maidan la fotbal, lui Basescu si nu au pus botul la cadoul din cocoasa Camilei Elena Udrea de 100000 de euro.

In timpul motiunii de cenzura,cinstitii parlamentari portocalii ii transmiteau live capcaunului „totul e ok”,in fapt asta este sfarsitul oricarui dictator: cand supusii il informeaza mincinos de teama represaliilor, ori bate un vant de Fronda in PDL?

Jos tiranul ,vivat  Patria!

Haideti !E timpul pentru „reconciliere nationala”,citat din Ion Ilici Iliescu.Nu stiti cum e cu dictatorii?Dictatorul si metresa si atat!

Apropo: imi place foarte mult numele dat de eruditul istoric,Corneliu Vadim Tudor,impotriva caruia am formulat si o plangere,impotriva omului politic si nu impotriva istoricului pe care il ascult cu placere chiar cand o ia razna,pentru ca ma distreaza,doamnei Roberta Anastase:”Girafa Muista”… Arata bine in timpul votului motiunii de cenzura…nu, nu a plans.Cred ca au plecat sa sarbatoreasca, doar Paleologu a fost atat de naucit incat a ramas pironit, gandindu-se la cariera sa politica ,care a inceput atat de bine si s-a curmat atat de brusc.Deh,daca te-a mincat in cur,vorba lui Dinescu:sa-l lingi in cur pe Basescu.Te-ai gandit vreodata fraierica, ca numele ,Paleologu este un blazon?

Oare cum o fi castigat asta titlul de Miss in dauna unor femei ca Andreea Marin sau Simona Patruleasa?Suspina saraca, pentru Basescu :cine o mai marita,acum?

„Prostanacul”-Mircea Geoana, este singurul parlamentar roman care a elogiat  ,in aula Parlamentului ,avand si ocazia sa aiba un discurs in calitate de presedinte a PSD,decernarea premiului Nobel ,presedintelui american Barack Obama.

Presedintele Basescu era preocupat de tiitoarea Elena Udrea, de modificarea constitutiei si nicidecum de elogierea presedintelui american Barack Obama ,de  revitalizarea economiei,iesirea din criza sau de creearea de noi locuri de munca.

Deh!Nimeni nu-i ca …Bush!

Placinta Constantin zis Titi,procuror din Ploiesti,celebru prin cazul Viorica Visan trimisa dupa gratii nevinovata 10 ani ,prin cazul Dinu Patriciu unde a facut presiuni asupra procurorilor care instrumentau dosarul in calitate de inspector CSM si sluga a lui Traian Basescu,precum si cazul meu, unde din partea vatamata si petent m-a transformat in infractor ,refuzand sa solutioneze in mod legal o plangere formulata pentru inselaciune pe file CEC in valoare de, aproximativ, 29 miliarde lei vechi ,la nivelul anului 2001-2002 ,doldora de bani,cu conturile pline si zeci de proprietati s-a pensionat.

Este acum un avocat care conduce ,alaturi de fosta procuroare Buliga Georgeta ,morisca spagilor din justitia prahoveana,daca vreti: un centralizator al spagilor.

Pe site-ul avocatului Placinta Constantin se regasesc, in portofoliul de clienti, foarte multi din cei care au primit NUP-uri in anii sai de glorie.Desi nu stapaneste nici o limba de circulatie ,clientii sai sunt din USA,ISRAEL,cel putin asa se lauda ,poate si dl Haysam.

Se pare ca  in urma anchetelor declansate impotriva acestuia,Placinta Constantin  s-ar fi mutat din satul Paulestii Noi in Ploiesti in locuinta care figureaza pe numele ginerelui sau Andrei Volosevici,primar al Ploiestiului.De asemenea se pare ca Placinta Constantin si-a distrus prin incendiere una din vile situata ,parca,in localitatea Varbila sau Varbilau, pentru a incasa polita de asigurare ,ca alternativa la scaderea dramatica a preturilor investitiilor imobiliare.

Constantin Placinta si Andrei Volosevici –primar al Ploiestiului ,au intrat in mod fraudulos ,prin interpusi in posesia stadionului „Ilie OANA” respectiv clubul „FC Petrolul”,in realitate stadionul si echipa a intrat in posesia unor vecini din Paulestii Noi ,cu care Placinta si Volosevici deruleaza diferite afaceri,sau asociati ai acestora.Prin aceasta manopera primarul Andrei Volosevici urmeaza sa finanteze constructia stadionului Ilie OANA,bani care ajung tot in administrarea lui Constantin Placinta si Andrei Volosevici prin interpusii protapiti in conducerea clubului ,care fac parte din anturajul procurorului Placinta si al fostului avocat Andrei Volosevici.

In aceasta vila locuieste, actualmente, primarul PDL al Ploiestiului ,Andrei Volosevici,urmatoarea vila este a antrenorului Valeriu Rachita,ambele filmate din elicopter,ambele in comuna Paulesti.Pina ca Volosevici sa devina primar ,in aceasta casa a locuit procurorul Placinta Constantin,in urma scandalurilor acestia au facut rocada:Placinta locuieste acum in Ploiesti in casa lui Volosevici.Printre vecinii lui Volosevici,proprietarul hotelului”Turist”,un anume Tilimpea…

Sumele de bani virate de la primarie ,de catre Andrei Volosevici, urmeaza sa fie folosite in campania electorala a lui Traian Basescu

Linia de tramvai din cartierul Democratiei nu a fost scoasa conform promisiunilor electorale facute cetatenilor din acest cartier.Iar stadionul „Ilie OANA” arata la fel desi a trecut mai bine de un an.

Tot ce a facut acest betivan de primar, numit Andrei Volosevici,client fidel al restaurantului frecventat in majoritate de drojdieri „Dealu MARE” ,unde bea ca un cretin alaturi de Dragos Patraru,a fost sa puna niste ghivece cu flori si sa apara la TVR 1 sa lalaiasca despre transportul in comun din Bucuresti,plin de o prosteasca ingamfare,despre Ploiesti,mai nimic,parca incerca sa zica:”M-ai vazut Basescule,am vorbit la Tvr,flutura drapelul porcaliu!”

Se pare ca la TVR intr-o anumita functie de conducere exista o fosta absolventa a liceului CD GHEREA Ploiesti,liceu absolvit de altfel si de Dragos Patraru,care in epoca era renumita prin harul de a scrie dar si prin bolile venerice pe care le raspandea,potrivit unuia din scriitorii prahoveni contemporani.

Andrei Volosevici a ajuns primar prin mita electorala.Mai exact,prin intermediul lui Iulian Badescu director la Republicanul a cumparat tacerea ,presei locale,cel putin trei persoane au fost cumparate in campanie din care amintesc doua:Dragos Patraru,Iulian Badescu,al treilea se stie si nu merita.

Privilegiile cu care au fost mituiti cei doi sunt:

• Iulian Badescu,consilier al primarului Andrei Volosevici,senator PDL,director televiziune locala,
• Dragos Patraru,consilier al primarului Andrei Volosevici,director televiziune locala,

 Dragos Patraru ,care are in permanenta chifla in gat ,stie sa rada de bietul C. Anghelescu de la Alfa Tv ,ca sperie platourile la conferintele de presa organizate de cluburile de fotbal.L-ai vazut tu?Patrarule nu toata lumea maninca pe la restaurante santajind ca  va scrie de rau.

               La cata mita iei, trebuia sa denunti la televizor medicul care te-a operat?Asta n-o face nici ultimul jeg,esti un rahat!

               In schimb ,ii dau dreptate lui Rachita Valeriu, si il cred ca e posibil ceea ce reclama ,el stie bine ce spune pentru ca acelasi lucru il faceau, Cristi Colonelu,Bogdan Cont,apropiatii sai, cand invatau galeria sa scandeze:JOS EUGENIU GOICEA!…se intampla acum…

               Ei dar alea sunt alte vremuri ,vremea cand jucatorii Petrolului isi permiteau sa vanda meciurile, fara stiinta presedintelui de club,sau vremea cand presedintii de club vindeau meciuri fara stiinta echipei sau cumparau arbitrii cu sau fara stiinta echipei.

 De ce imi miroase mie ca: Volosevici si Placinta au pus umarul la santajarea lui Penescu intocmai ca Elena Udrea in cazul Becali si ca eliberarea acestuia s-a facut in urma platii efectuate catre Traian Basescu prin intermediarii Placinta Constantin si Andrei Volosevici?

               Penescu a fost pus in libertate la Ploiesti, imposibil ca Placinta Constantin sa nu fi pus botul:o nora judecatoare,alti zeci de procurori si judecatori prieteni…..

 Primarul PDL al Ploiestiului,Andrei Volosevici,fost avocat,socrul sau Placinta Constantin,procuror la acea data,Buliga Georgeta prietena intima a lui Placinta sau “tiitoare”,procuror la acea data,dansand vals,french can-can,in aplauzele unei asistente dar mai ales ale lui…Volosevici,este daca vreti..”mercurialul spagilor din justitia prahoveana”..

 Aici il avem pe procurorul general adjunct al Romaniei Nita Tiberiu Mihail,inlantuit de procuroarea Buliga Georgeta intr-un sirtaki al spagilor ,pardon intr-un mercurial al spagilor la nivel national.O fi incasat Basescu bani de la Becali si Penescu?Sigur ca da ,altfel de ce i-ar fi arestat matrozul chior?Alaturi de Buliga se afla finii acesteia care se ocupa de cumpararea imobilelor la pret de nimic scoase la vanzare de judecatorie si bineinteles clanul Placinta,care nu apare in video,acum.SECIU-PRAHOVA.

Apropo de lins in cur la Basescu:Andrea Pora ,Alina Mungiu Pipidi,Radu Morar sunt lideri.Andreea Pora sau „de ce ai dintii atat de albi,domnule castor?” dupa ce arunca tone de scuipati ,dupa ce indruga verzi si uscate despre servicii si agenti reactivati sa-i curme lui Basescu zborul, mai nou a devenit si bufon al emisiunilor in care nu e lasata sa debiteze ineptiile si sa practice linsul in cur de Basescu.Ma scuzati ca folosesc acest termen neacademic ,il folosesc cu placere fiind imprumutat de la Mircea Dinescu, care intr-adevar a inceput sa mai recite si cate o poezie :”cat o ai?”

Dintr-un butoi de mari dimensiuni mai razbate ,din cand in cand,un panseu al voluminoasei Pipidi,luptatoarea impotriva interzicerii avortului,nimfomana saraca.

La Radu Moraru,la „Nasul” intra si ies cand vor si cum vor alde Basescu,alde Udrea ,alde Talpes,alde Boc,mai ceva ca TVR –ul pe timpul lui Ceausescu.Nu ti-e rusine,mai Radule,esti un baiat de treaba ce te prostituezi atat?Lingi in cur la Basescu?Mingi ridicate la fileu,osanale…ma uitam cu placere la tine…

La „televiziunea poporului”, OTV se simte din plin infuzia de capital portocaliu de la Locic si Emanoil Savin-primarul Busteniului,sunt vreo doua trei personaje pe acolo care de dimineata pina seara il ling pe Basescu in cur,una stiu sigur ca e finantata de Locic si Savin si in mod probabil si ceilalti.Murfatlarul apartinea unuia Samson cununat de Ioana Basescu si prieten cu Emanoil Savin?Si Virgil e pe acolo zici?Basescu,chiar?Tot pe acolo isi face veacul si unul  numit Sima, care se da drept discipol al lui Ovidiu Ioanitoaia,acum zice-se la o fituica „Ziarul”despre care un bun prieten al acestuia,din Ploiesti ,povestea ca-i cam place sa fie sechestrat si plimbat in portbagajul autoturismelor, atunci cand mai ticlueste cate o escrocherie.

Oricum il felicit pe Dan Diaconescu pentru ca a reusit sa-si indeplineasca visul si a scapat de „garsoniera” si am observat,asa,prin decor ca i-a priit colaborarea noastra.Sa fie intr-un ceas bun!

Suparati ca antrenorul nationalei Mircea Lucescu ,absenteaza in mod nemotivat de la serviciu, dand instructiuni prin telefon ,unuia care se pare ca ar fi de profesie „bucatar”, deci nepriceput la fotbal dar care „bucatar” e fiul sau…Adrian Mutu,Chivu si Mircea Sandu ,in mod gratuit sau nu, au hotarat ca trebuie sa ajute prietenii ,francezi sau sarbi, oferind :libera trecere.Merci,Monsieur Platini!

Gheorghe Hagi a declinat oferta de Presedinte al FRF in favoarea cumnatului sau Gheorghe Popescu.Nu-i acelasi lucru:Hagi e Hagi!

Nu, nu am fantezii erotice cu doamna procuror general a Romaniei, Laura Codruta Kovesi,nu sunt Irinel Columbeanu si nici dansa nu e Monica,desi daca ar fi sa aleg intre Roxana Ciuhulescu si Laura Codruta Kovesi ,as alege-o pe Laura.Si-a schimbat look-ul,hainele ii vin mai bine…de ce o aleg pe dansa?Suntem doi practicanti al aceluiasi sport de echipa:baschetul,mama, mama ce criscrosuri….bineinteles unul fara performante notabile, iar celalalt de lot national…acum imi dau seama de ce nu m-a impresionat fostul procuror Botos…ce am eu in comun cu un karatist?!

Nu cred ca a avut o legatura intima cu Johanis ,si daca a avut care-i problema?La inaltimea dansei poate sa aleaga mai greu.

Felicitari pentru reinvestire:ii luam si noi piuitul traficantului international Traian Basescu sau ne tinem de scaun?Dumneavoastra ,spre deosebire de Emil Boc, puteti ajunge la orice scaun… 

Pentru cei care il slavesc pe Basescu ,redau urmatoarele,ca un raspuns la afirmatia fostului Ministru de Interne ,Dan Nica  ,ca Basescu pregateste fraudarea alegerilor.

BASESCU A CASTIGAT REFERENDUMUL PRIN FRAUDA ELECTORALA, PRIN VOT CU AUTOCARUL!

Ma aflam intr-un sat inaintea referendumului de demitere al lui Basescu.Pentru a dezlega limbile satenilor crispati in fata camerei de luat vederi,am impartit cateva pahare la birtul satului si ca un preludiu ,fara nici o legatura cu ceea ce aveam ca obiectiv,le-am propus o tema la care toti „morometii” stiam ca vor percuta:

„Pe cine vreti presedinte!”

Memorabila a ramas replica unui satean care in timp ce isi sampona si lustruia limuzina de culoare albastra,spunea:

„Eu sunt comunist,il votez pe Mircea Geoana!Adicaaa,nu ca Mircea Geoana e comunist dar eu asa simt: il votez pe Mircea Geoana!”

Morometii mei insa il injurau de mama focului pe Basescu si nu atat de mult pe Basescu cat pe Elena Udrea.Am cenzurat cat am putut:cum sa-i stric imaginea luptatorului cu balaurii coruptiei?In sinea mea le dadeam dreptate satenilor si eu eram scarbit ,cate unul care ma stia ma intreba :mai crezi in Basescu?De unde sa stiu eu ca Basescu era in realitate protectorul coruptiei?

Aparitia lui Cosmin Gusa,pardon a generalului Iulian Vlad,in piata Universitatii unde Traian Basescu si ficele sale schelancaiau m-a convins sa ii dau votul.Am uitat de injuraturile taranilor ,m-am gandit:ce stiu taranii despre jocurile la varf .Am fost printre primii care i-am dat votul pina atunci nu avusesem lipici la urna,nu mai votasem niciodata.Lumea nu se inghesuia.

Mi-am pavazat magazinul cu mecla lui Basescu,am impartit fluturasi portocalii,am organizat promotii,i-am facut publicitate electorala in presa locala.

In ziua referendumului cineva de la unul din ziare mi-a adus factura la plata.

Dupa ce i-am achitat mi-a lansat o invitatie care m-a pus pe ganduri :

„-Mergeti cu noi?””   -Unde?”am intrebat,   „-Domnul Emanoil Savin a organizat?”

„-Ce?”   „ Mergem cu autocarele prin tara sa votam!”   „A,nu,nu pot sa las magazinul!”

Am ramas muncit de ganduri,impingand la frigidere si in urechi imi razabateau franturi din discutiile trecatorilor care se postau in fata magazinului si spuneau:”Ne-am pacalit cu asta,nu-l mai votam,numai rau face!”.

Erau multi, iar eu cam singurul fraier care imi pavazasem magazinul cu mecla lui Basescu.Eu care am fost la vot, nu mi-am explicat niciodata de unde capatase atatea voturi …

Cum lupta asta impotriva coruptiei ,cand el insusi fura voturi cu autocarul ?

In tot acest timp, Romania a fost izolata pe plan international,Asta dupa ce Adrian Nastase,Mircea Geoana,Emil Constantinescu au construit ani la rand in politica externa, ca  matrozul necioplit,Basescu ,sa culeaga roadele la inceputul mandatului.

Azi, Traian Basescu nu e primit la nici o masa din vreo capitala civilizata ,poate doar in Siria unde s-a ocupat personal de soarta lui Omar Haysam.

.L-am vazut alergand, buimac ,dupa presedintele american,Barack Obama, atunci cand trebuia sa se comporte altcumva,( asa abordezi un lider influent ?)ca mai apoi sa fie imbrancit de presedintele italian Silvio Berlusconi, cand l-a calcat, ca un mojic ,pe bombeu.

”Sa traiti bine!” a insemnat binele lui ,al familiei sale si al amantelor protapite in pozitii cheie ale statului si falimentul a sute de mii de firme ,niciodata nu a existat o nemultumire sociala mai  mare in Romania si un nivel de trai mai scazut!

A trecut referendumul.Basescu a uitat sa vina in Piata Universitatii la raport asa cum promisese,a fost cel mai prost presedinte pe care l-a avut Romania!

O cacealma de presedinte: o pata pe obrazul Romaniei!

Pravalia mea cea, cu mecla lui Basescu pavazata , am inchis-o,intreaga Romanie este in faliment!

Nu trebuie sa ii mai permitem lui Basescu sa ajunga presedinte prin frauda electorala!

E timpul sa-i inchidem definitiv pravalia lui Traian Basescu !

 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart  REQUIEM

WIENER SYMPHONIKER-conductor KARL BOHM

user sergiobrumano

1.Put Your iPod (or whatever music player) on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.

If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Pappu can’t dance – JTYJN [xD]

What do you like in a guy/girl?
Naa Pedavulu – Ready ['lf you become my lips,/l'll be your smile' - Matching, yaar!]

How do you feel today?
Latoo – Ghajini ['I'm dazed by him' - But whom?]

What is your life’s purpose?
U & I - Jalsa [Fun? Nope, I think it's rather happiness.]

What is your motto?
Kal ho naa ho – KHNH [???]

What do your friends think of you?
Hariloranga Hari – Billa [I'm not a thief!]

What do you think of your parents?
Devuda – Pokiri ['O god! O god! O god!/I must fall at her parents' feet' o.O?]

What do you think about very often?
Bossu memory lossu – Kick [About nothing then? Ghajini type I think:P]

What is 2+2?
A Vachhi B Pai Vaale – Chatrapathi [xD xD xD]

What do you think of your best friend?
You may be – Aladin [Hmm, I don't love her by such a love:P]

What do you think of the person you like?
Are you crazy – Villu [God, this memo scares me.]

What is your life’s story?
Kaisi paheli zindagani – Parineeta [Oh, I love this song!]

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Nijanga nenena – Kotha Bangaru Lokam [Yeah, proper song - 'Really? Is it me... Is it me with you now?']

What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Khuda Jaane – Bachna ae Haseeno [I don't agree with lyrics!]

What will you dance to at your wedding?
Don’t marry – Manmadhudu [LOL xD I totally agree with this song!]

What will they play at your funeral?
Miley Jab Hum Tum title song [Oye, that's a good song for this!]

What is your hobby/interest?
Oh Shanti – Varanam Ayiram ['I don’t exist without you/My love is no false/I see your face all my way/Pain can also be pleasure here' - that perfectly suits my crush for indian cinema:P]

What is your biggest fear?
Raa raa - Chandramukhi ['Lakalaka'!]

What is your biggest secret?
Nee Marilyn Monroe – Azhagiya Tamil Magan [Maybe it means I secretly wants to be like Marylin?]

What do you think of your friends?
Talli – Ugly aur Pagli [True, I don't want more people around me, I'm happy with what I have.]

How would you describe yourself?
Hasili Fisili – Aadhavan [^^ Surya as cowboy ^^]

What will you post this as?
Life is crazy – Wake Up S!d [Nijanga.]

Está rolando em Mundaka mais uma etapa do mundial de Surf, no sistema perdeu cai fora. Até então, o Heitor caiu fora e o Jihad passou…O Mineirinho é cabeça de chave e entra direto no segundo round.

Melhores momentos do primeiro dia:

Na minha opinião, ninguém tem preconceito com ninguém, o Jihad ganhou e está lá na primeira onda do video oficial da ASP no u tube…

O evento segue adiado pela falta de ondas…

Ergänzung zu :: Exotisches, Schlechtes & Schönes

Ich hab euch ja erzählt, ich war gestern mit meiner Mama und meiner kleinen Schwester einkaufen.

Wir waren in Ansfelden, da waren viele verschiedene Geschäfte…
Zum Beispiel: Mömax, Dänisches Bettenlager, jello, kik, Billa,…
Das waren zumindest die Geschäfte, in denen wir waren…

Ich zähl jetzt mal auf, was ich von den Geschäften mit nachhause genommen habe, das Meiste hab ich ja von Mama geschenkt bekommen (@ Ma – Nochmals Danke!).

Mömax
- Anti-Tabak-Kerzen – Ananas und Vanille
- ein Rührschüssel-Set – 1 x für 1 L Teig, 1 x 2 L und 1 Messbecher
- ein Küchen-Set – 1 Schürze, 1 Topflappen, 1 Topfhandschuh
- ein schmucker Sichtschutz – son schön klimperndes Hänge-Ding

Dänisches Bettlager
- eine gelbe Bettwäsche – wunderschöne Farben, schönes Motiv

jello
- Winterschuhe – hellbraun, schön warm, mit Klettverschluss

kik
- eine Jacke – in Schwarz, Länge optimal

Billa
- eine Duftkerze – in Gelb und Orange, Duft: Zitrone, Pfirsich, Orange
- getrocknete Ananas-Stücke
- was zu trinken

Ich hoffe, ich hab nix vergessen…
Außerdem waren wir auch noch Essen… ich glaub im Mömax Restaurant…
Es hat sehr gut geschmeckt und ich war nachher pappsatt.

Insgesamt, muss ich sagen, habe ich den Einkaufsbummel sehr genossen.
Ich hab mich seit langem endlich wieder mal so richtig lebendig gefühlt…

Leider ist das schöne Erholungsgefühl zuhause schnell wieder abhanden gekommen, weil ich den restlichen Tag damit verbrachte, Hausarbeit und Papierkram zu erledigen.
Aber egal, ich hab den schönen Tag jetzt hier im Blog festgehalten, insofern kann mir die Erinnerung an das schöne Gefühl nicht entfleuchen und außerdem glaube ich, dass ich jedes Mal dran denken werde, wenn ich einen der eingekauften Gegenstände betrachte.

O Blog da Mafia não cansa de homenagear Maya Gabeira.

Lógico que o Carlos Burle tbm merece nossas legítimas homenagens e, com certeza, tem influencia na brlilhante Carreira da Maya…

Titulo:

OS MELHORES “SURFISTAS” DO MUNDO – “MAYA GABEIRA” e “CARLOS BURLE”

Na gringa:

At only 22 years old, Maya Gabeira has broken into the boys club of big wave surfing and is a dominant presence in the women’s field.

and doing it…

É dela a primeira onda do clip oficial da Billa no u tube…

Fica, mais uma vez, a homenagem a maior surfista que o Brasil já teve, não desmerecendo as competidoras, mas ela esta com muito destaque no cenário mundial.

Olha esse outro, num video de caldos, com locução do Garret Mcnamara, aos 0:58 seg, aparece a onda de Maya, sem wipe out!!!

Titulo: Surviving a Big Wave Wipe Out

Monday, September 14:

Since Mercury’s retrograde, I was determined to give myself enough time to get to the airport with obstacles. I ate a huge pasta lunch to fortify myself (because I am an army that moves on my stomach).

My mom drove me across the street to the train station with my luggage (since it’s uphill). I caught the 1:19 train, which was only three minutes late — a record for Metro North. No problem getting the seat in the front with the little indent for my suitcase, the backpack sitting on top of it. All good.

The train ride was exceptionally smooth. That should have been my first clue that something was going to go wrong down the line! The train even came in on an upper platform. I’m convinced that, whenever they see I have luggage, they radio ahead to say, “Make sure you put us as far away on the lower level as possible — she’s got baggage!” But we came in on an upper track.

The Samsonite bag rolls so smoothly that I kept looking back, thinking maybe the handle had come off in my hand and I didn’t have a suitcase with me.

Got across Grand Central, wandered across the street to the airport bus. Bought a round trip ticket. The bus came a few minutes later, I was loaded on, and off we went.

Costume Imp texted me that he was in the car on his way to the airport.

It wasn’t bad until we got onto Long Island. For some reason, there were cops EVERYWHERE and it was a parking lot. I wondered if there was some horrible accident, but we kept inching forward.

Costume Imp arrived at the airport and checked in. I was getting a bit tense.

In actuality, it didn’t take all that much longer than usual to get from the city to JFK — maybe an additional 15 minutes. But I had visions of not making the flight, in spite of leaving early.

I got there, Imp was waiting for me, and check-in was a breeze. I didn’t have to wait at all. Got the boarding pass, we went through security, and headed for our gate. We bought overpriced water and really bad coffee. I bought a couple of Godiva bars, in case British Air decided to act like a US carrier and not feed us.

We sat in our lounge. My iPod Touch wouldn’t connect to anything, which was frustrating, since I’d been promised everything would now work properly.

We also noticed that there were an awful lot of extra SWAT-types walking around, Feds, and various other guards. They walked through each lounge, making eye contact with every individual. In other words, they were looking for someone specific. But we didn’t know who or why. It was a little disconcerting. I was relieved that they were on top of it, but you could tell they were stressed.

We later learned that a terrorist plot aimed at New York had been thwarted, with several figures arrested, a key figure arrested in Denver, who was shipped back to New York for prosecution. Several raids had happened in Queens, which was why there were so many cops on every overpass, and traffic crawled. Again, disconcerting, but glad that they were on top of it and tragedy was averted.

And, when we got on the plane, there were extra police checking out each individual as they entered the ramp and then again, at the bottom of the ramp, just before we entered the plane.

We got settled in our seats. I had the aisle, Imp was in the middle, and there was a very nice young woman in the window seat, on her way to study for a semester in London. The seats on BA were much more comfortable than on United or American. They also gave us pillows and blankets, and little kits with headset, socks, eye mask, and toothbrush. I felt very pampered, after the US carriers who act like they’re doing you a favor by letting you on the plane in the first place. Imp still didn’t think they were as good as Virgin, but, never having flown Virgin, I couldn’t make the comparison.

We took off only a little late, settled into the air just fine. They served drinks — I had a rather mediocre red wine from California. Dinner was okay — some tortellini, with more mediocre wine and some of the worst coffee I’ve ever had in my life. We weren’t really in the mood to read, so we chatted.

Later, Imp tried to nap. I started Italo Calvino’s IF ON A WINTER’S NIGHT A TRAVELER, which is great, but I wasn’t in the mood to read. I wasn’t in the mood to watch a movie. I listened to some quiet music and tried to rest.

The descent into Heathrow was bad for my ears. Really painful, in spite of the precautions taken.

And then, we were regurgitated into the infamous Terminal 5, the new international terminal that’s supposedly so brilliant.

I loathed it.

I felt like a gerbil in a Habitrail.

We walked through glass-enclosed corridors up and down various levels (Habitrail), went through security and went through the terminal. We didn’t have a lot of time to make our connection. I wanted to get a British newspaper, but there was only one WH Smith close to where we disembarked, and nothing close to our next gate. I got progressively crankier as other people showed up in the lounge with newspapers! We did get some decent coffee, so I somewhat revived.

Our departure gate was A-10, which is another Habitrail maze they put you through before loading you on busses and driving you far out onto the tarmac before loading you onto the next plane.

I took the middle seat this time, giving Imp the aisle. These seats were larger and more comfortable than on the overseas leg. We got into the air reasonably on time. Unfortunately, the entire flight was just at the altitude that causes my ears the most pain, so the hour and change was agony. They fed us a fake English muffin (cold) with some sort of fake salmon spread on it and more bad coffee.

But we touched down in Prague on time. The first thing I saw made me froth at the mouth –all of the runways to the planes are plastered with Citibank logos. Now, we bailed them out with millions of dollars of TARP money so they could paint their logo over the Prague Airport? Needless to say, a letter to the TARP overseer is going out.

Security wasn’t a problem, and there we were. Mid-morning in Prague, up for nearly 24 hours.

I’d assumed we had vouchers to get to the hotel, but we didn’t; it wasn’t part of our package. I later found out hotels in Prague don’t do that. Taxis screw you and the airport shuttles aren’t much better. Fortunately, I had downloaded directions from the hotel’s website. We found an ATM for Imp to withdraw money (I had my first 4 days’ budget already in Czk).

We had to take a bus and then a metro. The ticket machines only had coins and we only had bills, so I left Imp outside with the luggage, smoking, and I went back in to get change. I found a transportation desk, and asked for the ticket that allows us to transfer. He shook his head and said we were going too far out to risk it — the ticket is only good for 75 minutes and one transfer. Praha 10 is far away, and we should purchase a day pass. I said I’d risk it. He also said we had to pay child’s fare for our suitcases. That’s not in any of the guidebooks, but since I know the fine is 900 czk if you don’t have the right tickets, I bought them. I later found out that it wasn’t a scam, that’s actually true.

I gave Imp his ticket and his suitcase’s ticket, and the 119 bus rolled up shortly thereafter. When you enter the bus or the tram or as you enter the metro station, you stamp your ticket. It gives the date and time. The inspectors can ask to see your tickets at any time and then fine you if you don’t have them or if they’re expired.

We got on the bus, punched our tickets, and got our first views of Prague. Out by the airport are still the beige concrete walls with barbed wire and then the block houses built under Communism. It reminded me a lot of East Germany in the 1970s and just after Reunification in the early 90s. Lots of busses, lots of streetcars, so public transport is the way to go.

It was about a 35 minute ride to Dejvickå, the first stop on the Metro line we needed, and the last stop for the 119 bus. We got off, rolled out suitcases into the station. Since it was the starting/ending stop of the line, we didn’t have to worry about direction. We knew our stop was 11 stops in, and the stop before it was a long stop starting with a “Z” — which we nicknamed “The Z stop” for the duration of our stay.

The metros are great. They run underground, are clean, fast, easy to navigate. One has to push the button to open the doors — they don’t open automatically. The metro was crowded, but a very nice woman sat opposite us. She reminded me of my mom’s best friend. She told us what phrase was used to mean the doors were closing (there’s no way I can spell it, so I won’t put it here). She loved Scotland, especially Glasgow, and was a big fan of Charles Rennie Macintosh. In fact, she was on her way to borrow a book about him from the library.

We got off at our stop (only 20 minutes from our starting point, well within our ticket time) and headed in the direction indicated by the hotel map. We saw “Billa”, the grocery store which was mentioned in hotel reviews, and headed in that direction. It was definitely a residential neighborhood, with blocks of flats on both sides of a wide boulevard. We headed towards a street called “Solidarity” — mostly because it was something we could pronounce. We saw a large building sticking up, and when we turned the corner, there was the Hotel Juno, which was to be our base for the coming week.

So tonight I’d really hoped to see “Turandot” for 100kc at the State Opera House.  I met with my friend from class and we were all dressed up and excited.  But, fate had other plans and no tickets were available for under 400kc, so we decided not to go.  Instead, she and I went in our opera clothes to a street vendor for fried food and a beer.  She had a fried camambert sandwich (recommended) and I had a surprisingly giant potato pancake (too greasy).  I’ve also discovered that I like Gambrinus beer – apparently it’s known as a girl’s beer because it’s on the lighter side – much more mild than Pilsner Urquell.

Then we called it a night and I made my traditional stop at the Billa supermarket on the way home from the Metro.  Hopefully I’ll be here in Prague long enough to see “Turandot” performed again – it will be on in another two weeks.

Tomorrow I might be going to Karlstein Castle in the countryside outside of Prague for an autumn wine festival – maybe.  We shall see.

And just for the record – I’m 3/4 done with the CELTA – can you believe it?!  Only 1 assignment and 2 lessons left. Wow! And then I’ll be qualified to enter the wonderful world of getting paid to teach EFL. Yay!  Goodnight!

Gestern entdeckt…

Alternative zum herkömmlichen Knabberzeug:
BILLA Knabbermix (Sojabohnen, Kürbis- und Sonnenblumenkerne)
schmeckt gewöhnungsbedürftig, aber akzeptabel

Alternative zum herkömmlichen Süßkram:
BILLA Schoko-Sojabohnen (mit weißer Schoko, Vollmich- und Zartbitter-Schoko)
machen süchtig, schmecken wirklich sehr gut

Sojabohnen und die Gesundheit

Name : Anushka Shetty
Real Name : Sweety Shetty
Pet Name : Mac
Birth Date : November 7, 1981
Birth Place : Mangalore, Karnataka, India
Nationality : Indian
Height : 5′ 9″
Hair Color : Dark Brown
Eye Color : Black
Zodiac Sign : Scorpio
Religion : Hindu
Profession : Actress
Years Active : 2005 – Present
First Major Screen Credit : Super (2005)
Education : BCA, Mount Carmel College, Bangalore
Mother Tongue : Tulu
Speaks : Telugu, Tamil, English and Kannada, Her mother tongue is Tulu
Brothers : Dr. Sai Ramesh (Postgraduate in Dentistry), Gunaranjan (Businessman)
Career Highlights : Vikramarkudu, Lakshyam, Arundathi
Hobbies : Learning new stuff and listening to music

Favourites:
Actors : Mahesh Babu (Especially in Pokiri), and Gopichand; In Bollywood, I like Hrithik Roshan and Abhishek Bachchan
Actress : Soundarya, Simran, Jyothika and Kajol
Car : My Swift
Book(s) : The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom, Calvin and Hobbes
Quotation : “live and let live”
Food : Chicken dishes (Anything that made with Chicken)
Co-stars : All the actors I had acted with
Attire : Saryee
Color : Black and White
Glamour Secret : Doing Yoga daily
Strengths : Patience, Ability to work hard, Self belief and ability to work along with the people
Most Memorable Moment : The moment I took the decision to teach Yoga. I come from a family of doctors and engineers. It was a brave decision to go for Yoga. It got me so far in life.

Anushka the sexy South Siren was born was born in the year 1981. She was born in Mangalore of Karnataka State .But many believe that she was born in Mumbai which happens to be false. Anushka’s full name is said to be Anushka Shetty. She is also called as Sweety by her family members and close pals .

Anushka is a 5ft 9 inches sexy babe with a Seductive eyes. She was born in the famous Bellipady family which is a sect of Iyer’s and have great respect in their society. Anushka finished her graduation in the Bachelor of Computer Application’s from Mount Caramel college of Bangalore University and she wanted to complete her PG degree in Computer Science which has to be fulfilled yet. Anushka has two elder brother’s. Her first elder brother is a Post Graduate in Dentistry and her second elder brother is a well settled businessman. Anushka shetty’s mother tongue happens to be Tullu as she was born in Mangalore. Anushka hails from a family of professionals but concentrated on the fitness world instead of choosing a career in the fast growing IT sector. She learned yoga from the renowned yoga guru Bharat Thakur (who recently married Bhomika who is also a present genre heroine of South and also Bollywood) and became a yoga trainer.

Whenever Anushka is free with her schedule she loves to perform yoga. She is also a good instructor as she teaches many yoga postures to children who come for yoga classes to her.This sexy beauty has a peculiar hobby of collecting news articles of Natural Disaster’s and Calamities. Anushka’s favourite actors are Amitabh, Hrithik Roshan, Mahesh babu. She even loves Kajol, Julia roberts,Soundarya,Simran and Jyothika.

The rise and rise of the south actress Anushka has her contemporaries and competitors worried. The super duper success of Telugu film ‘Arundhati’ has put Anushka in a different league altogether. Add to that the lissome lass’s sizzling performance in ‘Billa’, outshining even the buxom bombshell Namitha .

Now, Anushka expands her reach and is getting more offers from Tollywood and Kollywood. To begin with she has signed her second Tamil film ‘Vettaikaran’ with Ilayathalapathy Vijay . In the film she plays a medical student who is also Vijay’s love interest.

The sexy belle says she wants to balance her career in Tamil and Telugu industry. However, Anushka’s rise has her contemporaries on their toes. It was apparent when both Anushka and Namitha appeared on a show but most callers to the show wanted to talk to Anushka rather than her busty co-star. This must have got Namitha worried, who, reports say, has decided to reduce her waistline and become more shapely for the upcoming projects.

Nu sunt un impatimit al hypermarket-urilor. Singurul lucru despre care pot spune ca ma incanta este varietatea mare de produse din diferite domenii de care poti beneficia intr-un astfel de magazin.

De-a lungul timpului, am cumparat tot soiul de lucruri, de la electrocasnice ori gadget-uri la mezeluri si iaurt, dintr-o multime de hypermarket-uri. Alegerea hypermarket-ului este de cele mai multe ori bazata pe comoditate (a se citi: timp pierdut si benzina consumata) insa se intampla des sa fiu tentat sa explorez. Asa am ajuns la Carrefour, XXL, Billa, Cora Lujerului, Auchan si altele. Astazi, dintr-o combinatie de comoditate si dorinta de a vedea ceva nou, am ales sa intru in hypermarket-ul Plus din Crangasi. Desi magazinul nu este mai deosebit decat alte magazine, avand cam aceleasi produse, aranjate aproximativ la fel, deosebirea s-a simtit la casa de marcat.

Am ales o coada cu 5 persoane, care aveau fiecare o cantitate medie de produse, asta in situatia in care toate celelalte cozi erau mult mai lungi. Obisnuit cu obiceiurile din Cora, am crezut ca voi astepta o vesnicie pana sa-mi vina randul. N-a fost insa asa.

Coada s-a terminat in aproximativ 5-6 minute. Cand am ajuns in fata casieritei, am ramas cu gura cascata: nici nu am apucat sa scot portofelul, ca produsele erau deja scanate.

Nu-mi ramane altceva decat sa exclam: Felicitari Plus Crangasi.

PS: Si la celelalte case de marcat era la fel. Am tras cu ochiul:)

all the putt bekku are sleeping

Nici nu se putea găsi o zi mai potrivită pentru deschiderea magazinului, joi… Joia, se ştie, este zi de târg la Fălticeni. Numai bine pentru reţeaua de magazine BILLA, care a deschis în oraşul de pe Şomuz al 38-lea magazin din România, al doilea din judeţul Suceava. Mulţi gură casăcă la intrarea în magazin, unii erau interesaţi de ofertă, alţii chiar doreau să cumpere ceva, însă la fel de mulţi se înghesuiau, doar, doar să prindă un suvenir la inaugurare…o sacoşă, o umbrelă, orice este gratis e bun. Spor la cumpărături!