Ehh, what’s up, doc?

If I were a rabbit I would:

– get stuff for free just because of my cuteness.

– become a P.E.T.A. activist: You’re free, my friends!

– use the most expensive shampoo to keep my fluffiness.

– have a ton of carrots all over my house.

– marry a rich young widow with a fixation for bunnies.

– drive a convertible everywhere.

– start my own company: AirABunny Ltd.

– spend all my money in strip clubs.

The End

* note to self (not necessarily mine, I guess): think as Bugs Bunny, not of Bugs Bunny.

Shhhh! Be vewy vewy quiet…

P.S.: Tnq to the one and only person who completed the task from me

P.P.S.: To all other persons who didn’t take any time to complete the tag – you have 48 hours

P.P.P.S.: No leapsa => serious consequences 😉 So start working on it 😛

with me

nothing is simple
but at least
you can’t get bored

All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone to make us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, someone perfect is searching for us.

Take time to be sure, but be sure not to take too much time!

Dory: You mean… you mean you don’t like me?
Marlin: No, of course I like you. It’s because I like you, I don’t want to be with you. It’s a complicated emotion.

I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

I’m (h)it again!

1. The most valuable thing: Really? Just one? Well… the first thing I’d save out of a burning building would definitely be one of my books. Anyway, there’s no such thing as ONE favourite movie, ONE favourite song, ONE favourite person or ONE valuable thing; for me at least.

2. When I’m angry: Same as Mika, I don’t break things. I tend to break people. I’d like to think that I’m a tad more mature now and just blow everything out of proportion in my head, firing up like a volcano ready for implosion. I cool myself down faster than I get angry.

3. The most beautiful holiday: at an altitude of 1573 meters

4. When I want to relax: Step 1: draw bubbly rose-smelly bath, with music and a book. Step 2: Dress to be unnoticed and go in front of Lady Di’s Palace, lie in the grass next to the pond and look at the kites in the sky (music included)

5. Places I would live: in: Basically on any uninhabited island 😉 So I can populate it with whomever I want to. French countryside (only if I own a small café there), UK… si totusi, a loft cu vedere la ceva apa, eh, ehh, ehh, aproape oriunde!! *People will always be more important but I could still live alone in any of the above places

6. I was most happy when: I didn’t even know I was – wasn’t thinking too much about feelings or things or anything for that matter, just living

7. I don’t/won’t say no to: a fairytale. To chocolate. To my husband. Just kidding J) Never say never.

8. I stay away from: stupid and shallow people (as much as I can), good boys, bad music and I run even further and faster from what I love (trying to work on the last one; next time I’ll mention it it will hopefully be “I used to…”)

9. I am nervous when: wouldn’t you like to know that

10. I regret: nothing

11. I would never quit: I’d say smoking, but I’ll grow out of it eventually J Top of the list:my values, family, love and real friends (books are also included in this category). Oh, and I tried to quit writing a few times but that never worked out.

12. The best friends: always understand you without judging. They would go with you wherever you’d ask them to, even if they don’t know where. They’ll volunteer to fight demons with you and if even if they’re far, they never really leave your side.

13. I get angry when: people prove Einstein’s theory about the universe and human stupidity.

14. A perfect day: is one full of life’s small pleasures!

Now pick a colour from the photo above, help yourself to a balloon and set it free, along with a nice thought. The Universe has a way of returning those kind of things. aromeancanelle, John and Crow dude primesc cate un balon fiecare, cu tot cu TAG-ul! Evident Joy Co. Unltd. are si unul special for Mo, dar datorita circumstantelor atenuante, it’s up to her daca preia leapsa sau nu.

Have a perfect day!

Love is bad

WARNING: Everything related to me can be damaging for your health!*

I love sleep. I love love. I really need the first one. Then we’ll see…

whenever, wherever, whoever

this – is a rule
That’s probably one of the main reasons we people really like it; well, apart from all the chemical slash animal reactions.  It’s so bad that it’s damn good! Worse and better than any other kind of bad habit. La creme de la creme and the abyss staring back at you when you fall inside it head first. You get the point. You know it. You’ve been there. In and out like a cat going from summer relaxing days  through thunder night storms. Like a dog that keeps chasing its tail ’round and ’round, with no final result other than exhausting mind-spinning-fun; and what does the animal do? Forgets about it enough to try it again. And again. Yes, and aaagain. It’d probably be disappointed if it actually caught it. Yes. No. Right. Wrong. Left. Up. Down. A leave me in the middle of the road-come back pick me up-so I can get out of your car-pick a fight-make up kind of whirlwind. No, wait, that’s just how it is for women. A bit complicated, because we make it so. A bit complex, because let’s face it, we’re women! A bit loud, a bit quirky, a bit coloured, a bit hidden/masked, a bit intuitive, a bit fairytale-ish, a bit of everything. Rolled up into one half of the game.

*Sick Puppies – All The same

I dont mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I dont like illusions I cant see
Them clearly
I dont care, no I wouldn’t dare
To fix the twist in you
You’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do
I dont mind
I dont care
As long as you’re here

Go ahead and tell me you’ll leave again
You’ll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It’s all the same
And I’ll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It’s all the same

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
But in-between it always seems too long
Suddenly
But I have the skill, yeah
I have the will, to breath you in while I can
However long you stay is all that I am

I dont mind, I dont care
As long as you’re here

Go ahead and tell me you’ll leave again
You’ll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It’s all the same
And I’ll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It’s always the same

Wrong or Right
Black or White
If I close my eyes
Its all the same

In my life
The compromise
I’ll close my eyes
Its all the same

Go ahead say it
You’re leaving
You’ll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It’s all the same
And I’ll take you for who you are now
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It’s all the same

Full-sized aortic pumps

N-am mai scris in a while, I know – not that much free time any more: working more (yey!) and almost done with my uni application (I got into Westminster, dar as usual, birocratia este endless).

Now on another level, I kept thinking about a post , despre inimi de metal. People keep telling me that I don’t want to open up, which obviously is true. But after reading that particular post I started asking myself a couple of questions. And yes, I would love to be able to be casual about it all; I would like to open up my heart at least half as much as I open up my mind. Or even less.

The problem is that I don’t want to take care of my own heart – I wouldn’t even trust myself with it, so I keep it in a box. It’s still there, though. I don’t want it removed; I like being human. I just like fairy tales too much to be able to expose that one organ to oxigen; let’s face it, it would just oxidize.

So I just wear a scarlet chain around my neck. It rests my metal heart on my chest, where X marks the spot. I would go on and on talking about this, but the conclusion matters the most. The point is that I’m the type of woman who would only trust her heart to men that she would never trust with her purse.  Knowing myself, a box is the best possible place for it. And maybe, just maybe, once in a blue moon, a special kid could hear it go boom, boom… boom…

Ma bucur si tac
dar ce ma fac
fluturii mei nu mai au stomac
in care sa zboare
dansam legati la ochi
cu spatele la zid
sa nu astepti nimic
union jack-ul e la locul lui
in mat din doua mutari
e luat celalalt jack
fantomele joaca sah
cu sufletul meu
nu ma intreba mai mult
fii cat mai deschis
asteapta-te la orice din partea lor
alearga mai mult sa fii pregatit
tine pasul cu mine
stii foarte bine ca-mi place
sa visez cu ochii deschisi
camasi de forta dantelate
adrenalina serotonina
reflexe neconditionate

Women and computers

I for one, call it my baby (my computer, not my woman). My first computer is still back home, safely in the hands of my parents. My first laptop as well, just not that safe I presume. My rather new beibi is a notebook, a lovely red DOT; and I didn’t even choose it, it kind of chose me. And I can’t wait to get a new proper friend for him. Long story short, this is one baby I could never live without – a serious case of true long term attachment 🙂 Plus I do always enjoy a cute computer joke…

A woman was helping her work colleague with his network set up. When it came to choosing a password, she asked the man what he would prefer to use. Wanting to intimidate her, he said penis. The woman introduced the desired password without even blinking. She then inserted it again for confirmation and all of a sudden started laughing her head off. The man curiously looked over her shoulder and saw the computer’s reply: password rejected – too short.

This being said, here are some similarities between women and computers (trying to even things out):
– she will not do exactly what you thought it will
–  after a while, you can’t do without both
–  some serve many people
–  you can work miracles with both by gently using your fingers, but only if you know the proper code
– if you are inactive with them for more than 15 minutes, they go off
– they are available and receptive at night time, but it is a lot better when they are the same way in the morning
– when you are, at last, sure that they will do what you wanted, they go off and do something else
– the only thing that you can predict about the future with them is that they will react unpredictably
– every year there are new models released (younger, who give a lot more)
– you always want what others have and they want what you have, but you cannot switch even for a trial basis
–  even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrieval
– no one but the creator understands their internal logic
– you do the same thing for years and suddenly it’s wrong

In conclusion, a usability survey: researchers from Southern Illinois University found that after ease of use, men prefer fast download speed to easy navigation. Women prefer easy navigation and accessibility. Or in other words, men like it fast, women like it good 😛

It’s one of those days

for taking a walk outside
what a day for a daydream, what a day for a daydreamin’ boy
I’ve been having a sweet dream, I’ve been dreaming
since I woke up today
and you can’t be sure that if you’re feeling right a dream will last
long into the night; tomorrow at breakfast you may prick up your ears
or you may be daydreaming for a thousand years
what a day for a daydream, custom made for a daydreaming boy
and now I’m lost in a daydream, dreaming ’bout my bundle of Joy

you don’t know how you met me, you don’t know why
you can’t turn around and say good-bye
all you know is when I’m with you I make you free and swim
through your veins like a fish in the sea
I’m singing… follow me, everything is alright
I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night
and if you leave, I can guarantee you won’t
find nobody else like me
as long as no one knows nobody can care
and baby, I’m not scared, I’m singing… follow me
I can’t give you the sky, it’s better off if you don’t ask why
we’ll be alright if you don’t ask
me to stay; we’ll be free – I’m singing… follow me

Bubble Pop Electric

You yawn
you stretch
like you burst out
laughing
like you are
in my arms
you were
tender
and sweet
you may lose
your flavour
as I could
balance you
but you stick
to my shoe
leave
return
my bubble
The story
of the gum

You alone have the stars as no one else has them

‎”Nu cunosti decat lucrurile pe care le imblanzesti, spuse vulpea. Oamenii nu mai au timp sa cunoasca nimic. Cumpara lucruri de-a gata de la negustori, dar cum nu exista negustori de prieteni, oamenii nu mai au prieteni. Daca vrei un prieten, imblanzeste-ma!”

To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world… And I shall love to listen to the wind…

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You–only you–will have stars that can laugh!

*

I will wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a man appears who laughs and who refuses to answer questions, I will know who he is…

The flower had once seen a caravan passing.
“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their lives very difficult.

Half hot summer day + half autumn mood = today

First things first, congratulations to The Red Fury for the World Cup!!

Second, in episodul urmator

She said, “Baby,” she said, “Baby…
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I’m feeling kinda low
and if you use your…use your ‘magination,
baby, I dance jus’ like Brigitte Bardot.