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aphrodisiac   
27 Apr 2011
Life / Expats, are you happy with your life in Poland? [43]

Bieszczady comes to mind.

what development? It was the least populated area in Poland during the communist times and I can hardly call it a hole of any kind.
aphrodisiac   
27 Apr 2011
Life / Expats, are you happy with your life in Poland? [43]

I am:D

It is interesting, yet quite not as Westernized, which I find quite refreshing. There is not so much brainwashing with the media as it is in the West.

Not perfect but any means, but this is why I like it.
aphrodisiac   
27 Apr 2011
USA, Canada / Moved back from Canada to Poland:). Here are the reasons why. [868]

Be very careful around the feces of these little airborne rodents.

well, I don't use the balcony since it is a no man zone at the moment;). I opened the balcony to have a peek an they stood up probably thinking that I have some food for them - movement means food.

Update on chicks aka pigeon monsters

they are not yellow anymore. At the moment they are grey and they have grown quite a bit over the Easter break. They remind me more of a future looking eagles to be honest.

3 more weeks and they will fly away.

At the moment they are big enough to be named. They look alike and I cannot see the difference. I am thinking of naming them Crow and Sokrates. What do you think?

An update on my apartment.

Pan Kaziu - the one who wrecked havoc a couple of months ago and made a lot of mess and managed to fix something after all is BACK.

He left some things undone and he is making a lot of noise at the moment:)
aphrodisiac   
26 Apr 2011
History / Poland paid off American Jewry in 1960 [162]

1. Because they defend their right to Israel.
2. Because they attempt to guilt trip the entire world.
3. Because their religion is unbelievably f*cked up due to a number of reasons beaten in sheer nuttiness only by Islam.

thanks for your answer
aphrodisiac   
26 Apr 2011
Study / AFRICAN STUDENTS INVASION in Krakow [197]

On a lighter note, there was a young guy who sat opposite to us, wearing really short shorts without undies; with his uncircumcised (ugh) dick and balls hanging out from the side.

lucky girl, I have been in Poland for 6 months and no such site yet;)
aphrodisiac   
21 Apr 2011
News / Poland's Lost Generation [172]

have you ever consider the fact that he - Havoc is younger then you, has different priorities and is in a different place in life, so are for that matter many other people. You don't seem to be opened at all. Being opened means tolerating people who are different then us:).

What makes you think that you are better then him, because you live in Poland and he doesn't.
ANyways,

Lost Generation - not at all. They have more opportunities, better language skills, are more open to the world. Some may be lost, some may not be- it all depends on how fast they learn to adjust to the changes in Poland. Poland has changed a lot in the last 20 years and I see some young people taking chances, some people who don't - just like in any other country.
aphrodisiac   
17 Apr 2011
Off-Topic / PF - The Omnibus Edition [1502]

atta man - gee, thanks:). Looks like I have to go to option #2 and have southern cook for me.

Are you in Triploi?

nah, to noisy down there;)

I lie down again. I am awaken by the laud music. It sounds Balkan. I hear a loud know on the door and hear somebody yelling on the outside: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
TBC

I open the door with struggle (Szarlotka must have had another exist since the doors are rusty and don't open easily) and see an old, beaten Rabitt parked outside. I don't see the driver. Suddenly, he appears just about when I am ready to close the door. He looks at me with some curiosity and the shy smile appears on his face. I see a front tooth missing.

-Pizza- he yells in my face.
-How much?
-Well, Szarly has an open account with Balkan Pizza, so we just charge him directly.
- Great.
I give him a tip in old Polish zlotys. He is still standing and waiting for something.

-What?- I ask.
-Well, Szarly let me use the internet when I delivered for him. Can I?
I back off and with the Pizza box I retreat into the bunker and shut the door. I can still see the driver's long hair covered in some kind of shiny grease.

The Pizza smells good and I hear the banging on the door.
-Open up! I need to use the phone!!!!!!!!

I slowly walk into the corner of the bunker, turn up the music and start munching on pizza, which is actually fresh.
-What did Szarly do for fun besides reading PF and having his Pizza delivered by this Feta boy?

I finish another piece and get up. I keep looking for another exit. I finally find it at the end of the bunker behind the King Crimson poster. The doors are made of steel and glass. I open them with easy and I see.................

TBC
aphrodisiac   
17 Apr 2011
Off-Topic / PF - The Omnibus Edition [1502]

great, is the account still active then? It should be- you know:)
aphrodisiac   
17 Apr 2011
History / Why did communism in Poland fail? [180]

My grey matter isn't firing up the old neurons the way it used to :)

it is a good thing at times, not remembering things you might wanted to forget in the first place;)
aphrodisiac   
17 Apr 2011
Life / Polish Hoarders? [42]

oh, yah, that one lol thanks for clarification:)

I get this syndrome of hitting somebody with a frying pan, but then I just fry away lol
aphrodisiac   
17 Apr 2011
Life / Polish Hoarders? [42]

the last funny one I have heard of was a syndrome of a shaking leg or something like that, not in DSM yet, but who know;)
aphrodisiac   
15 Apr 2011
Off-Topic / PF - The Omnibus Edition [1502]

Or it may have, but nobody told me about it. That reminds me of the simplified reading story I served my students the other day about the Russian man who spend 47 years hiding in the forest because he criticized Stalin. No contact with the outside world sure has its disadvantages which I am begging to find out. The rusty pipe, the only physical connection to the outside world is picking up some noises. I put my ear to it and this is what I hear:

Woman's Voice:
Why do you think that I am after your money, eh? Just because I am Polish?
Of course you have to buy me dinners, clean the house and go to work. I am busy enough with all that stuff I am busy with. Wait. Where it my "to do" list?

Here it is: nails, hairdresser, clothes shopping, meeting with Kasia in the fitness club, suntanning salon.
I am just too busy to give you a BJ at the moment, but I can schedule you for next month. Deal?
Man's Voice:
OK, but you promised. Where do you want to have dinner tonight? Valentinos?
their voices are getting muffled in the distance

I look at the facial features of the naked men on the deck of cards and they appear to be from all over the world. Printed in Canada in 1971. Hmm.....Pierre was in power at that time.

I keep looking around the place and I am sure that Szarly must have felt quite bored in here most of the time and the only relief from boredom was to turn on the computer. I fire up the old machine and it takes about 3 minutes for the screen to light up. It's Pentium I.

I go directly to the history, although there are many word documents on the desktop. I will check them later. I click and it appears that he was looking at................

(no more pericope, but I can handle it)

.....PF of all things.
Had been checking it out, while I heard the rusty pipe going into vibration. It produced a ball of paint, which landed next to my foot. It was red. I heard the running steps over my head and some dust fell off the ceiling. I heard shots and yells. Another ball of paint felt and this time it was blue and white.

What the......is going on out there? My curiosity was growing by the minute and I decided to stop reading. I put my war attire on: a pair of black boots, an old ancient looking Helmet (how the hell did it end up in the bunker). I also found a pair of a military pants, a leather jacket and an air gun. I was ready to come out. All I need is my cell phone in case I want to take pictures or call the police.

By the time I was able to open the somewhat rusty doors, which finally gave the way, everybody was gone. All that was left was a bunch of paint balls, some of them smashed against the trees making little abstract decoration in all colours of the rainbow. I forgot about the potential danger and pulled out my cell phone to take the pic of the vivid splashes of paint against the pine bark. I collect images anywhere I go, so I couldn’t resist this time around.

Suddenly I heard male voices. I hid in the nearby bush and turned on the microphone in my cell phone (I was collecting sounds too). I lowered my head to the ground in order not to be seen and I realized that my face is buried in a mixture of red and white paint, grass and morning dew. I couldn’t remember if there was a sink in the bunker. Damn, Szarly is a man, so probably there isn’t any.

My ears could hear the steps approaching. A tall man was standing a couple of meters away from the bush I was hiding in. I heard another one approaching.

Man’s Voice 1:
OMG, I am so tired of those PolAm rednecks. They are such losers. They are even more stupid then the average American folks. Must be due to eating too much kielbasa and reading those silly PolishAm newspapers.

Man’s Voice 2:
I hear you. Gotta a fag? I quit 2 years ago, but those PolAms make me really annoyed. Never mind those PolAms. They can be excused. The worst are the transplants, born in Poland, moved to America and after a few years you have an amalgamation of somebody who is even more confused about their identity.

I am pressing my head to the ground even closer, fidgeting a bit since I can feel the paint getting dry on my face. Fvck. Why did I leave the bunker? Two men finish their cigarettes and finally walk away. I can hear their laugh from the distance. I get up slowly and sit down, pull the cell phone, take a picture of myself and look at it. I have some smeared paint on my face with grass and dirt imprints. No time to think about it. I look around and see a couple approaching. I quickly hide behind the bush, this time sitting.

Woman’s voice:

I don’t understand why all those foreigners post on PF – they have nothing in common with Poland, they don’t understand Poland they way Poles and me understand Poland. I cannot stand them and I hate them with passion. They occupy the only space I am able to control – the virtual reality and even there I have to deal with those morons.

The Man’s Voice:

Don’t worry about them dear, you are a true Polish patriot and a Lady, so you have nothing to worry about.

The Lady throws a cigarette butt, which lands in front of my face. I can see in a small print that she smokes. It says: du Maurier.

The couple walks away laughing.

I get up and walk back into the bunker. I am a bit disappointed, since I was all ready for the war and it seems that I missed the action all together, except for the involuntary face painting and the faint smell of a cigarette butts. I lock the door, turn on the fluorescent light and lie down. I need to eat something. I get up and walk around the place. The walls are covered with old posters with the rock groups from the 80s. I examine them looking for hidden storage of food. How did Szarly get his food down here. He sure must have gotten hungry. Well, for now I will order Pizza online. They must deliver here.

I lie down again. I am awaken by the laud music. It sounds Balkan. I hear a loud know on the door and hear somebody yelling on the outside: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

TBC
aphrodisiac   
14 Apr 2011
Off-Topic / PF - The Omnibus Edition [1502]

the night is old and I should be sleeping, but so much work awaits me in order to fill the void Szarly has left in this thread.

The War

well, it has actually never ended. I am sitting in my bunker munching on pierogies and drinking green tea. I have a set of playing cards with naked men on them, so that should keep me busy for a while.

The soldiers are still fighting above the ground, but I am safely tacked away in a sleeping bag I ripped from Szarly when he was moving out from here. He also left me a somewhat stale Guinness, an old lap top, whose history I will not reveal - not yet anyways. He was keeping himself busy making figurines from soap.

I am not sure how he knew what was going outside until I spotted an old periscope.

TBC
aphrodisiac   
12 Apr 2011
Travel / Poland in photo riddles [3134]

Fast and Furious? :):):):)

fast yes, furious NO;)

Exactly. That`s what Tiggers like most... :):):)

ew;) sorry
aphrodisiac   
12 Apr 2011
Travel / Poland in photo riddles [3134]

1

pork legs na zimne nozki

3

zupa fasolowa

4

pyzy

5

krewetki?