Rebranding needed

11 11 2015

Sau nici macar rebranding, reapucare. Oare sa il salvez si sa start fresh sau sa il las aici? Hmmm….


22 10 2013

Because it’s been a while since I wrote anything around here and since I realised, looking (reading) back that I abused my blog as a therapist, I figured I try to make a comeback rambling about what I love. What I used to love. What I may love and not see it.

You know that smell of a new book? Yeah, I love that one. I made several book sales people laugh because every time I enter a bookshop I close my eyes for a second and sniff the air. The same thing happens whenever I am close to the sea. Any sea. Except there are no book sales people to laugh at me there. Rambling on about smells, I love love love how air smells after a heavy rain, like today.

I love smiles. You know, that kind of smiles that you can see in someone’s eyes as well. That moment when someone’s face lights up.

I love summer and heat. I could probably live in a desert. Well, if it had a sea. Or at least a decent sized lake.

I love Christmas and Christmas trees and Christmas lights. Yes, yes, Christmas is in winter but for 3 days I can actually say I love winter.

I love London by night. It is, without a doubt the most amazing place ever. I’ll grow up some day and learn to drive and, if I don’t go to jail for running over all the people I want to (and maybe some innocent bystanders), I’ll drive through London every night for a month.

I love small, colourful things. And cake. And coffee, if it’s properly made. And Red Marlboro. And trains. And seagulls. And surprises as long as they don’t make me forget how to breathe. And endless conversations with random people about nothing in particular.

I sort of needed to remind myself that I used to love writing nonsense as well. 🙂

Somewhere, September has begun

31 08 2013

And, as Billie Joe keeps saying for about 8 (?) years now, wake me up when it ends.

Since all my random thoughts pop up in English lately, I don’t see why not I should write in it as well. Funniest thing is that sometimes I start rambling in Shakespeare’s language while being on the phone with my Granny. Who, needless to say, does not speak it. Or understand it. Oh, well…

People keep telling me lately that I’m too old to take life one day at a time, that I should have plans for the infinite future or at least an idea of what I want to do with my life. They may be right but that doesn’t stop me from taking life one day at a time, not having plans and having no clue what so ever where and how I will be next year. Or next month for that matter.

It took me about 5 months to decide to quit my previous job. It took me 5 minutes to give my notice to this one. No, I’m not quitting in the end but only because the reasons why I wanted to go have been solved. So yeah, apparently life has a way of sorting out on its own so why should I make a complete drama over it?

Maybe it would be ok to have plans and all that but the last ones I had did not turn out very good. Not good at all. So I’m going back to being 19 forever (and ever and ever and ever ever) and making plans from Saturday to Sunday. And that is it.

So wake me up when it's all over

7 07 2013

Pentru ca eu nu prea stiu cum sa ma gestionez pe mine, daramite situatii. Spre deosebire de ce zice poetul, I do know I am lost si nu intr-o statie de metrou cu o harta in mana.

Universul are un mod foarte ciudat de a face misto de mine. Ma pune in toate situatiile pe care am fost incapabila sa le inteleg la altii. Doar ca nu ma face mai capabila atunci cand ma pune pe mine in ele.

Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. And, somehow, we’re really screwed.

Stii momentul ala…

17 05 2013
Momentul ala in care stii, esti sigur 100% ca ce faci nu e bine deloc, dar DELOC, nici macar putin… Cand esti sigur ca toate se vor termina prost pentru ca nu au cum sa se termine bine? Cand stii ca nu te joci doar cu egoul tau dar si cu sentimentele altora? Si desi stii toate astea, continui sa faci ce faci desi stii ca nu e bine deloc. Dar DELOC. Nici macar putin. Nici macar nu e tangentiala intr-un punct cu notiunea de “bine” toata treaba asta.

Si stii momentul ala cand totul se va duce dracu si o sa ramai undeva intrebandu-te ce cacat a fost in mintea ta de ai facut toate alea? Da, e momentul imediat urmator momentului in care stii, esti sigur 100% ca ce faci nu e bine deloc, dar DELOC, nici macar putin. Doar ca ala inca nu a venit, il mai amani putin. Putin de tot…

Despre nimic

30 03 2013

Pentru ca “acasa” nu mai e “acasa” de ceva vreme, m-am mutat la lucru. Laptopul nu l-am mai pornit din Romania, cand mi-am adus aminte ca uitasem sa platesc factura la gaz. Si inainte de asta, nu retin momentul in care l-am folosit ultima data.

Telefonul e suficient pentru nevoile de comunicare, dar nici din alea nu mai am.

Incerc sa imi dau seama care ar fi urmatoarea miscare logica. Pana acum nu am gasit nici una, orice as muta tot imi dau singura mat.

O sa o gasesc eu la un moment dat si o sa ma mut de la lucru, o sa imi pornesc laptopul mai des si o sa citesc iar.


26 02 2013
Si ca intotdeauna, Universul se hotaraste sa imi dea cate o palma cand mi-e lumea mai draga. Nimic grav. Doar ca toate teoriile mele definitive si revolutionare referitoare la un anumit subiect au fost lasate mai moale. Pentru ca asa se intampla intotdeauna! Vrea el (universul cu u mic ca nu merita u mare) sa imi arate ca nu detin adevarurile absolute si definitive. Stiam asta. Dar ma incapatanam sa ignor stiinta. Deci uhm…