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@BAndreescu_ (#BiancaAndreescu, ofc) catapulted herself so fast to stardom that I am having difficulties forming a mental picture of her. And so are most of her new fans, attracted to her rising star like loving insects to the blinding light. I’ll be giving you 3 reasons, not counting the intro, but if you can only remember / have time for one, remember creative visualization.

I watched these days Simona Halep having to retire due to an injury, Bianca triumphing over Genie Bouchard and though I certainly rooted for Bianca, I do regret somewhat both Serena’s and Genie’s respective losses.

This blog has a Romanian Diaspora focus, so it’s only natural to go through the diaspora news. But our diaspora is everywhere (much like protochronist Dacians), and some have even returned, while some feel “exiled” in their own country, so we’re not going to discriminate. Especially since we keep hearing bad things about Dinamo, one of the 3 major “national” soccer teams while I was growing up.

I wasn’t planning to write about this game, even though it impressed me and it’s the biggest victory in Romanian tennis. But my Internet is off right now, it will take a while to restore and between writing this article and playing some silly games, writing wins.

I’ve watched (a bit late) @Simona_Halep’s win @RolandGarros and I think it’s enough of a milestone to come out of my springbernation and tell you about it.

I’m becoming a Nastase hater. Can’t this guy just disappear from news altogether, or realize that we’re no longer in the 50s and the 70s are over?!

Having recently come back from a trip to Calgary, a friend of mine was showing me beautiful photos of a snowy mountain, with real pine forests covered by snow, which all conjured up in my mind the image of the ski camp where I used to spend all of my winter holiday, and more, all throughout my school years in Romania.

It happened a week ago, but I needed some time to sort out my feelings. It’s complicated, because Alexandra Dulgheru is Romanian (i.e., from my native country) and Eugenie Bouchard is Canadian (i.e., from my adoptive country). Alex is nicer and a winner, Genie is a blonde, confirming the stereotypes that come with that categorization.

Some recent Romanian news led me to consider the possibility that many Romanian men suffer from an undiagnosed affliction: Uterus envy. Let us together discover what that means, and how this was already named “womb envy” by a psychoanalyst named HORNEY.

Serena won and Simona lost, but this game is so much more than this result. In short it’s all a psychological thriller with some touches of physical endurance and skill, and Simona seems to have given up (video highlights: 4 min, 10 min, 34 min).

Simona Halep just won the most important title in her career thus far (“Premier Mandatory”) by winning at Indian Wells in a disputed game against Jelena Jankovic (ceremony, part I, part II). This is the 3rd part, after bye-bye boobs and an aborted attempt to write about Simona Halep in the context of Romanian education.

I knew yesterday, when I started to write about Simona Halep, that I won't be able to get into the gist of the matter. I shall finish my expose of Simona Halep's performance by taking a closer look at her breasts, or lack thereof.

As I'm starting this article, there's a ton of things I want to talk about, and I'll be lucky if I have the time to get into 2 of them. First, Simona Halep's amazing win against Serena Williams, then I'd like to talk about Romanian accomplishments, education, verbal aggression, debating skills, and Sfinx / Dan Andrei Aldea. Let's see how far I manage to get.

Ieri am fost rockclimbing si azi cu greu imi pot misca degetele si nu-mi pot strange mana-n pumn, ceea ce-i oarecum neplacut, fiindca urmeaza sa ma intalnesc cu un preten cu care dezbat chestii. Iar el vorbeste cam mult.

Dupa ce in prima parte, sah mat, am aberat despre experienta mea sahistica, aici ofer cateva sfaturi pentru sahistii aspiranti si incepatori.

Cunoscuta ca cea mai vesela baraca in lagarul arab, Dubai s-a impus in vizorul cetatenilor cosmopoliti printr-o fatada pro-business si prin viata de lux finantata de petrodolari. Dar daca ti-o dai in stamba si consumi "sex on the beach", intri la zdup!

Sunt doua subiecte care ma ard profund si acut. Primul este apropo de vizele de Canada - in sfarsit romanii poa' sa calatoreasca peste ocean, fara sa se prostitueze la cozi. Dar asta mai poate astepta o zi. Al doilea ar fi condamnarea unui blogger rusnac pentru c-a-njurat un politist. Acest ultim subiect ma apasa mult mai tare, si voi blogifera intai despre el, lasandu-l pe primul pentru maine-poimaine.

Multe s-au schimbat de cand eram mic si alergam pe bicicleta mea rosie si bulgareasca (Balkan). In primul rand, s-o schimbat bicla. Si-apoi s-a schimbat terenul si tzara. Si m-am schimbat si eu.

M-am luat dupa putty, care imi zicea sa sparg postul precedent in doua. Uite ce-a iesit! (google.ro, base, pregatirea de retea, bancile, ungurii si aurul, designul de circuite integrate in Romania)

Acest articol in Guardian explica de ce noi castigam in fata expertilor si luam bataie de la ageamii: cand toata lumea (inclusiv bulgarii) se asteapta sa castigam, noi ne batem singuri: