Cum se poate?

1. Cata inteligenta sclipitoare iti trebuie pentru a face doua programari la stomatologi diferiti la 3 ore 1/2 diferenta, din care prima presupune o extractie a unei masele de minte (ce s-a lasat cu operatie)?

2. Cum poti sa mergi la al doilea medic, chiar daca primul te-a trimis pachet acasa, si sa mormai ca nu vrei sa anulezi programarea si sa-i dai programul peste cap, asa ca esti dispus sa vii la ora stabilita?

3. De ce exact in ziua in care nu poti vorbi te opresc 2 persoane sa te intrebe unde e salonul auto si o alta pentru nu stiu ce strada?

P.S. Dar macar TREBUIE (he, he, he!) sa mananci inghetata, asa ca te aprovizionezi c-o frumusete de cheesecake cu cirese si de-abia astepti sa bagi dintisorii ramasi in dansul.

Dilemma

About two months ago I bought 3 pairs of jeans that fit almost perfectly. During this time I also lost a few pounds. This morning I got dressed in a hurry, since I had been busy preparing for tonight, and only when I got to school I noticed that my pants looked awful on me. I have a question: should I gain back the weight I lost and keep wearing these jeans or should I buy some new ones?

P.S. If you believe Holidays will make me fat, think again. I'm the one cooking, and by the time I'm done I'll already be full from all the sampling :P .

How to Spend $60 on Cosmetics & Co.
(in one shot)

You go to the gym. You work out for two hours, eliminating about 2% of your energy and being amazed by the resistance you've developed. You still feel like dancing for many nights in a row, but for now you'll have to settle for waking up your neighbours at 2 a.m. while you're jumping up and down for unknown reasons (unknown to them, but you're listening to "Meneaito" in order not to fall asleep and because you'd rather be in a club at that time, not writing a bunch of essays). Good. Gym is over. You'd like to walk back home, but your boots are killing you and it's kind of freezing => take the subway. Don't forget you have to buy batteries from a store that's next to a drugstore (improperly named so, since it holds everything from chips to candles). Hey, remember the discussion you had with your friend and her friend, the esthetician, about preventing the signs of aging? The one who told you that you should start around 25, so you should be fine for the next 3 years (nice compliment, btw)? Well, this is the time to put your plan into action. Enter, take 9 different creams and go all around the store, trying to find someone who could help you make a decision. Not a man, hopefully. One man... two... three... "Do you need help?" Hmmm... should you stay or should you go? (in this case, should you scare him or be nice? Neah, pick the first one, it's more fun :D ). "Yes, could you please tell me which of these creams are more suitable for someone my age ? Also, should I get 2 or 3, considering that this one works together with that one, but the third one is intensive, so...". Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! "Give me a second and I'll find someone who can answer your question." It looks like you underestimated him, he was still able to help. The lady who shows up tells you you need 5 of those creams. You look at her with the dumbest possible smile. OK, 4. You raise your eyebrow... still smiling. OKeeeeeey, let's saaaay 3, although after 30 it's better to use 4. You kick her @.. ... no, you keep on smiling and tell her that in a few years you'll buy all 4, but for now you'll only get 2. You also get some shower gel and some makeup remover. You pay for the products, plus the almost $9 tax. You go home, content about your purchase. You show them to your husband, it's just normal, right? "Why do you need all this?" ... and other similar questions. Does it matter that you actually want to answer? Uhmmm... no, not really... not when it comes to cosmetics :))).

Short version: You enter a store, pick what you (think you) need, pay and leave.

Sunt celebra si nimeni nu stie :( !

Daca as fi putin maaai sarita, m-as apuca sa dau telefon la Europa FM si sa le spun ca si eu am nume celebru (tema emisiunii), pacat ca nimeni nu-si da seama cu cine are de-a face. Macar cu numele, fiecare cu ce poate :)). Si nu e vorba numai de numele de familie sau de prenume... amandoua se potrivesc :D (nu conteaza ca sunt comune, shhhhh)! E adevarat, as fi preferat sa ma cheme Maia Morgenstern sau Nadia Comaneci, dar ma multumesc si cu asta... it's still FAMOUS!!! Parc-as face reclama la shaworma!

And I Thought I Made Strange Connections!

I write a post about Walter Ghidibaca and his arrest following a "bomb joke" and what do I get? A commentary regarding cruise ships and what they offer. Why? Just because I mentioned the fact that Walter worked on a cruise ship.
Will I get one here as well :)) ?

Mine

When you write an argumentative essay about the utility of blogs for your French class, you know you have a problem. The first step is accepting it; second step: getting rid of it :D .
My blog shouldn't be on any blogroll; I never write about politics (ok, I wrote one or two posts, if you can call that "politics"), I wouldn't have anything else to say but "I can't stand them, but what choice do I have?"... lame; I don't post movies from youtube: don't know how and wouldn't have a reason to do it, all other bloggers do it so much better; I don't analyze the evolution of a certain phenomena: hey, I can hardly find discussion subjects for my conversations, why would I write it all here :)) ? So, what do I do? I just come here when I feel the need to say something... to myself, that is. Not a very good way of doing it, I'm aware of that, but let's just say I'm not too good with shutting my mouth when it comes to me... I need to express my thoughts, when I have them, and my feelings, when I take them into consideration (funny thing: by mistake I wrote "faalings"... interesting, isn't it? ha, ha, ha!).
I don't want to write thinking "what will anyone who might happen to read my blog think?". Haven't done it before, why start now? Actually, at some point I was thinking about writing posts having the theme "Why do we love men?"... but then I got bored and didn't feel like it anymore. Hmmm... I might write about that now... let's see... lol.
These being said: this is not a "bomb" blog, if you haven't noticed just yet. Not an informative one, either. It's just mine, ok? Just to make sure and to have my conscience clear :) .

Useful Vocabulary

I've just learnt a new word :)) !

nincompoop = natarau

You never know when I might have to use it. Extremely important :P : later on today, or maybe tomorrow, I'll post the reason why I looked this word up.

Probleme serioase

Referitor la "lyrics project" :P, am intalnit deja un obstacol pe care il anticipasem: nu pot gasi versurile melodiilor romanesti pe site-ul respectiv... poate voi cauta un site romanesc, dar, pana atunci, va anunt in mod solemn ca "melodia saptamanii" s-a schimbat :D, deci nu mai are sens sa pastrez versurile de la "Tiempo de vals". S-ar putea sa dureze mai mult de 7 zile, astfel ca va urez asteptare usoara :PPP!

N-am chef sa dau un titlu

De multe ori am spus ca ma bucur pentru faptul ca am inceput acest blog, aducand diverse motive, mai mult sau mai putin relevante. Inainte sau dupa ce am facut aceasta afirmatie m-am lansat intr-o tirada inutila, intesata de elemente total neinteresante din viata mea. Am vorbit fie despre o excursie in care am plecat intr-un weekend, fie despre ce spune un test neinsemnat despre personalitatea mea. In cateva posturi mi-am descoperit gandurile, simtind apoi ca prin acest pas riscant nu am facut decat sa permit moliilor banalului sa-si croiasca drum prin peticele fiintei mele.
Acum imi dau seama cat de tare m-am inselat - in acest moment o multitudine de ganduri si sentimente contradictorii imi strabate fibrele, astfel incat ma vad nevoita sa construiesc acest post in stilul care m-a consacrat... o pura transcriere lipsita de coerenta a ceea ce se petrece acolo, undeva. Nu am inteles ca eu nu am nevoie de un blog. Da, am nevoie sa ascult, am nevoie sa vorbesc, am nevoie de un loc in care sa ma pot retrage pentru... da, pentru a fuma o tigara atunci cand piticii de pe creier isi cer doza de nicotina (fapt divers - Florin Chilian are un cantec, "Zece", la care am ajuns sa tin foarte mult... ciudata exprimare referitoare la un cantec... de fiecare data cand aud versul "Si piticii din poveste" ma gandesc la piticii de pe creier), am nevoie de aer pentru a respira... suna banal, dar am descoperit ca ma descurc foarte bine in lipsa altor elemente ce-ar putea parea esentiale, cum ar fi mancarea si somnul... am nevoie de vesti bune, am nevoie de muzica, am nevoie de cartela de metrou, am nevoie de pixuri... dar nu am nevoie de un blog. Daca vreau sa comunic ceva cuiva, o pot face prin diferite mijloace... exista iesiri, exista mess, exista telefon... nu am nevoie de un blog public pentru a inventaria nimicurile din viata mea. Ceea ce este foarte important nu poate fi scris, din principiu, intr-un blog... nu vrem s-o dam in patetisme, in fraze alunecoase, in confesiuni... fata de cine si de ce? Am observat la mine tendinta de-a scrie cateva randuri aici de fiecare data cand sunt bucuroasa de ceva, cand ceva ma impresioneaza, cand sunt trista (dezvaluirea zilei... I'm human), cand langa mine nu exista cineva dispus sa ma asculte sau cand ma confrunt c-o problema despre care vreau si nu vreau sa vorbesc. OK, pentru toate aceste stari exista cel putin o alta solutie: daca sunt atat de bucuroasa, pot astepta pana ajung langa cineva care chiar este interesat si ii pot spune direct despre ce e vorba; asta se aplica si momentelor in care ma impresioneaza curcubeul format deasupra unei cascade; daca nu e nimeni in jurul meu care m-ar putea asculta... so what? Maturitatea se obtine si prin inghitituri in sec, astfel ca ar trebui sa fiu capabila sa-mi fac singura ordine in idei, fara a topai ca o vrabie speriata in cautarea unui refugiu. Problema despre care nu sunt dispusa sa vorbesc? Atunci ce naiba caut pe un blog public? Si-asa ma voi opri la timp si voi incepe sa insir aberatii pentru a mima exteriorizarea de care am nevoie. Cum ar fi posibil sa transform acest blog intr-un esafod al lasitatii mele, al incapacitatii de-a refula gandurile ce ma nelinistesc? Just deal with it! (si-aici apare dracusorul care intreaba "cum?"... well, what can I say... 25 de ani, om, una, alta... ai o problema daca nu stii cum).
Si mi-am pierdut sirul gandurilor... doar pentru ca, evident... si aici poate ar trebui sa scriu ceva, dar iar nu mai stiu ce... autocontrolul isi intra in rol, in sfarsit! Gata, stiu.. daca scriu aici nu inseamna ca mamaita se va simti mai bine, ca imi voi redacta eseul in franceza cu mai multa usurinta, ca voi descoperi vreo solutie pe care sunt incapabila s-o identific sau ca intamplarile cotidiene vor capata relevanta... exemple...
Concluzie: nu am nevoie de un blog.
Asta nu inseamna ca nu exista posibilitatea de-a reveni peste cateva zile si de-a o lua de la capat... din nou, I'm human.
Si tot n-am scris despre raidurile din Statele Unite...

Girly Stuff

Just a thought: makeup ain't that bad!
I'm not the one to put on makeup that often: some moisturizing cream, foundation, lipstick and a hint of mascara, once in a blue moon. I find so many excuses for "avoiding" it: first of all, I'm not willing to spend half an hour or more in front of the mirror before going to school when I could be finishing off an assignment or chatting with someone. Secondly, I don't believe I do so well when it comes to painting my face, as most of the time I end up looking like a clown or a witch (if I use too much black). There are other pretty girls out there, I prefer to leave them worry about their makeup, the result is much better, anyway. Not to mention the fact that I'm married, so I don't need to worry about appealing to any of my "cool and cute" male colleagues. Or what about those rainy days, when I would run the risk of getting mascara all over my face? Neah, I'm better off without it!
Well, these ideas of mine might've changed yesterday. I don't know what came to me, but before going out to dinner I felt the urge to experiment with my eye shadow and black eyeliner, on top of the other "accessories". Hey, what the heck, I even used some blush! The result was amazing, if I may say so. The fact that it took me almost an hour to get a perfect line, with no smudges, is really not important... as the song says, with a slight alteration, "I'm only just begining". What matters is that micul was kind of impressed, I felt that he really liked my appearance (and he's a self-proclaimed "makeup hater" :P ). On top of that, I was pretty happy with the difference between "before" and "after". The bad news (for micul, of course) is that now I need to get a load of makeup supplies, as I discovered there are many eye shadow colours I want and who knows what other miraculous products I might have to get acquainted with :P .
From now on I might actually reserve "a few minutes" (close to 60, but who's counting?) for this little pleasurable ritual I've discovered.
The only thing left to fix is our digital camera; it's essential that we have a little talk... I'll do my part, but it also needs to change its view on things :P .

Something that made me laugh wholeheartedly (don't you just love this word :P ?):

Popularity ranking:
Your website is ranked 19 in the world. This is excellent and shows you have an exceptionally popular website.

I had no idea that my website was so great! Those who are reading the intelligent and amazingly interesting things I post here should be eternally grateful for having the honour to view these pages. Ha, ha, ha! I actually needed something to spice up my day :)))))))))). What I don't understand is, if I have such a great blog, why did they only give me a 7? Pffff, this jealousy thing!!!

Oh, yes: this is the wonderful site that was able to recognize my value :P :
http://www.silktide.com/tools/sitescore
The source is, again, LittleBro.

Ten Simple Things I Enjoy/ Love

I said "simple". I'm not referring to the "heavy stuff" :). The order is not important... it depends on the mood I'm in.



1. Sushi/ Sashimi
2. Cricket sounds
3. Dancing
4. Smelling the flowers (lily of the valley, lime-tree flowers, jasmine etc.)
5. Smiling
6. Walking on the beach or swimming at night (even if I can't swim :)))) )
7. Reading (haven't done that in a while, except for school work)
8. Cooking
9. Wearing skirts and high heels (don't do it as often as I'd like)
10. Sunny winter days (snow is mandatory)


Ten Simple Things I Dislike/ Hate


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1. Women who put on makeup while on the subway train (in public, generally speaking)
2. Men who put on lip balm in public (I don't do it, and I'm a woman)
3. People who don't hold the doors for the ones behind them
4. Storms
5. Having a piece of chewing gum stuck to my shoe
6. Being accused of things I didn't do (who likes that?)
7. Bad hair days
8. Lipstick on teeth (obsession!!!)
9. Picking-up clothes (as in "cleaning" :)))) )
10. Humid, suffocating summer days... urghhhh!