Shopping

This is my/our new friend for the office. A water plant I bought from IKEA today along with my new desk for the laptop, a small one that I can "nail" on the wall in my room, just like that.

Reactions

This image made me laugh and I had this "I have to blog this" type of reaction. Unbelievable. :))
So this is Adolf Picachu, enjoy it.

PS - I'll slowly move to the new blog, it's on livejournal and it has this option for public posts, private posts and posts that only friends can see. Also, I couldn't explain why I write in english, maybe because I use it at work 80% of the time now, but that's recent...
And btw there's this thing on my mind now - I have to talk with my ex-boss, this evening I discovered it seems to be a "problem" with my salary on the last month... such as... it's almost half...

Cher journal,

Today I wrote a post on another blog, for the first time..

Perhaps I'll come back here too from time to time.

In seara asta e punctul maxim de vizibilitate pentru Perseide, "cad stele", adica.. Daca ar fi si intuneric in orasul asta..

black and pink

*taken in Mogosoaia, on 3rd of August

coming back here

I got on my flickr page last evening and there was a funny message there "Don't panic! But you Flickr account has expired". I renewed it and it's ok now.
Also I thought about it these days and I think it wouldn't be fair to change my blog address right now. Nobody reads it anyway.
Surprisingly, I feel ok. I feel reliefed and I feel loved. Or I feel I've been loved. :) And I like the new things I am doing at work.
There were Julianne and Julia and Felix (form Germany) here, and Ken (from Hong Kong), Ken is still here. On saturday evening we went clubbing to some big big club in Bucharest, I think there were half of the sluts of Bucharest there, but it was very nice that it was outside and people at my table were nice.
I had a good day today, first at my new job. It was nice, people are nice, there is serious work to be done there and I'm handling it well I guess.
I feel easy, not extremely, that would be unreal. I feel ok. My cousins are here and we're gonna watch a movie, last evening I saw "Horton hears a who" and I laughed a lot.
Today I got a message from Diana, it was the first time she wrote and interesting timing, we're gonna meet tomorrow for a beer I guess.
Also I had a long conversation with L, she called trying to convince me she's sane and it's just a matter of behaviour..
I don't know what to do this weekend and I also have to plan the trip to Ohrid..
Gotta go, it's getting late.
Good night cher journal.

De la Alex, un citat de Milan Kundera

"There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.
Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.
The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."

What comes to mind now is 2 people that walked the same speed.. the difference of the pace, I guess this is what hurts the most. Probably, the difference between the most beautiful memories and the ugliest ones, both shared.
I'm such a kid, I still don't understand this life.

I'll soon leave, I'll stop writing here.. it's stupid. This blog used to fix me once..

un post de pe bedforlove

"Hai sa scriem despre dragoste. Povesti incredibile cu intorsaturi pe masura. Iubiri imposibile care se aduna acolo jos in stomac sa-si mestece durerea. Sa scriem despre dragoste cu furia neputintei de a mai iubi dar cu speranta la puterea "n".

Sa scriem despre strazi ude si zambete fugare, despre esarfe cu parfumul "ei" sa scriem despre mii de kilometri de cautari desarte, despre dueluri si cai albi sub ziduri moarte. Sa scriem mii de pagini doar despre un sarut, sa ii desfacem anatomia-n mii de molecule.

Sa scriem despre o privire, o singura privire ca aceea a lui Cicikov in Suflete Moarte cand pentru o clipa s-a crezut capabil de o iubire mai presus de sine. Sa scriem despre dragoste-n mizerie sau razboi despre povestea unui pian atins de mainile unei fete batrane care regreta eternul colonel.

Sa scriem despre amanti si adulter, despre o nunta ca-n povesti, sa scriem despre-un hippiot plin de mister sa ne salvam prin scris si sa chemam iubirea cu incantatii celte, sa ploua peste soare si sa ne ninga ambrozie, oriunde te invarti pe orice strada orice copil de-o schioapa sa stie o poveste dedpre iubirea dintre un el si-o ea...sa fie oriunde un fir de agatat...ca sa te poti salva, ca sa mai poti zambi sau ca sa-ti speli privirea cu lacrimi de o zi...prostii...prostii...prostii.."

de pe tudorchirila.blogspot.com