Girls talk

To my recent friends jokerstyle and Un om who sometimes come on my blog...sorry pals, but today is girl talk! Nothing intereasting for you. Unless you want to "get in touch with your feminine side" (here is a line that men ABSOLUTELY hate!)and give your opinion about pinkish bubbles and stuff :) We don't mind!
So, sisters...I miss summer!!! maybe it was snowing here like in the fairytales yesterday, I still wake up every morning with a burning feeling in my chest and this tormenting desire to see and feel the sun, to be warm! I miss being warm! I look every day at the pictures we took last summer in Portugal, and I sigh! And because I need to compensate somehow, I am gonna go buy myself a new teapot (the old one broke). For the ones of you who remember my old post "ritual", I showed there some pots that I loooove!If you don't remember you can check. Anyway, for lack of sun, need of compensation and wishing for a new thing, I at least move my body out of the house, which I didn't do in days!hip hip houray! I am gonna attach some pics to the post from Portugal, and when I come back, a picture of the new pot. See ya!

Money for nothing

Secretul doctorului Honigberger

http://www.scribd.com/doc/57008/Mircea-Eliade-Secretul-Doctorului-Honigberger

Sing Luca,sing!!

Flying among clouds

One thing that I would like so much to do, is flyig in a hot air balloon! People who did that say it is the most serene activity they did in their life.And indeed, once you surpass your fear of being "in the air"...I would say open air, it must be wonderful! An unique feeling. To fly among the clouds, to stretch your arm and touch them. Don't try this at home kids! Of course you won't touch any cloud, but the feeling counts :)

For bad girls!

It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
And there's an aching inside my head
It's telling me I'm better off alone
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

I looked above the other day
Cuz I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon
If it's high play it low, if it's harvest go slow and if it's full, then go
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you're gonna get some

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

I'm searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don't you don't you don't you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, want to believe
That I can do it on my own without my heart on my sleeve
I'm running, I'm running, catch up with me life
Where is the love that I'm looking to find
It's all in me, can't you see, I can see, why can't you see it's all in me

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need
Follow me down, follow me down down down,
I do not need I do not need nobody
Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need

Sex and Zen

Hong Kong film makers are preparing to leave filmgoers goggle-eyed by releasing the world's first pornographic movie in 3D.
Shooting on the Chinese-language film 3D Sex And Zen, budgeted at $4 million, is scheduled for April with producers promising some of the most realistic close-up sex scenes ever.
"Just imagine that you'll be watching it as if you were sitting beside the bed," Stephen Shiu Jnr said.
"There will be many close-ups. It will look as if the actresses are only a few centimetres from the audience."
Twenty five to 30 percent of the movie, an update of one of Hong Kong's best known erotic films Sex And Zen, will be sex scenes, Shiu said.A Hong Kong-based special effects company that has worked on major blockbusters including "The Nightmare Before Christmas 3D will help produce the 3D images for the sex movie.
The producers hope the movie will cash in on the craze for 3D films in Hong Kong where 55 percent of takings for last year's hit film Journey to the Centre of the Earth came from the 3D version.
However Shiu admitted casting for the film was proving difficult. "We're having trouble finding a male lead who is willing to undress in front of the camera," he said.
"It's a lot more difficult to find an actor than an actress for this kind of film," he said.

It's working again!! (At least for the moment)

I still didn't find out what the problem was, but it seems it's working! At least for the moment...

Error

For I don't know what reason,I can't access my blog, but I can sign in from Pascal's blog and edit something. Unfortunately, I can't see your comments :( For the moment, I don't know what the problem is,but i'll try to find out and fix it.Till then..."sorry for the inconvinience" like they say.

The magic kiss

A kiss made a woman wake up from the coma! After giving birth to her son, a woman had a heart attack that put her into a coma. Her desperate husband, tried everything for two weeks! Let her listen to her favourite music, let her hear their new born son,all kind of things that could make her have a reaction. One moment, he said: "Emma, please kiss me!" To the flabbergast of the doctors, and all the people present in the hospital room, the woman turned her face and shaped her lips in a "kiss shape", and kiss the lips of her husband! Well, some fairy tales do come true, I guess!!

Manorexia fever!

We are not the only ones obsessed about our looks and willing to make crazy sacrifices just to get an extra compliment from our sweethearts! Hmm, I am exaggerating a bit:only a lunatic would become anorexic for compliments! But the stars at Hollywood, whose look bring them millions of dollars do! Nothing new by now. But when we talk about the fact that the wave of anorexia hits the men also, that is something that you don't see every day! Yes, it is called manorexia, and it seems that a third of the British ladies claims their partner is suffering this form of eating disorder. So, finally, the huge ego of the men, who was in charge to make them careless and impenetrable was broken into pieces!! Even though it is expected that the fashion would perish fast, I am glad, in a wicked way!

The Oscars

The 81st Academy Awards nominations will be announced today. Would you care to make some predictions? I would say: Slumdog Milionaire, The Curious case of Benjamin Button, The Reader, The Changelling, Frost/Nixon, Revolutionary Road.

Internet blog: Cute insect pics (2)

Internet blog: Cute insect pics (2)

Deep,deep, too deep love!

I don't know how depressive the Blue Monday was, but the Tuesday beat all the records! So, it was announcing to be a fun day. We were supposed to attend the annual reception at organized by Pascal's institution where he works, and he was supposed to deliver the greeting speech, as he is known as a virtual-potential stand-up comedian. And, we did all these things!The evening was great, Pascal was really very,very good...we all laughed with tears in our eyes, after that everybody congratulated him, and at a reasonable hour we decided to go home! Well, now it starts! I don't even know how to start, how to write it down! I want to make you feel a certain thing, but also I don't want to be too sentimental, and, again, to miss the message!
Luca was at home, with a close relative and her daughter. Maybe some of you read earlier Pascal's poem "Pure pain". It is inspired by the sad story of this 15 year old girl, which last night was just about to become tragic! She is in love, and lost the object of her love. Now she would like to lose the love somehow, as the pain, the agony she is in, she can't bear any more! In the last days, we tried to be some comfort to her, but all we hear among tears and after apathetic reactions, is that she just wants a way out, she can't fight anymore and that the pain is too much for her. We could see on her face, in her eyes that she meant it. And last night she decided to end it. On our trip back, we got a phone call from the mother of the girl, desperately crying that the little one took a lot of pills, that were given to her on prescription by the psychologist who is treating her.
You can imagine all the craziness following this phone call. The speed we were driving to reach home, ambulance"s noise and lights waking up the whole street, the panic, the desperate efforts to gather our minds together so that we don't forget anything that she might need in the hospital, mother who was blaming herself for going to the toilet and letting her alone when she found this moment to try killing herself, us trying to comfort the mother, the trembling of that little body on the stretcher, the pale unmoved face.
How deep can you love somebody, when you are only 15? How can we tell them that rule no 1 when you are 15, in love and in a relationship, is that IT DOESN'T LAST! That "forever" when you are 15 may last a week, a month, or 7 months! That "I can't live without you" means "I want you and...somebody else too!" Unfortunately, some of the 15's have the depth to mean it when they say: I can't live without you! I wish I could give her my mind, just for a second, so that she can see, she can know, what I know: that it is not the end of the world, that one day, pretty soon, she's gonna be fine, that unfortunately nobody can take her pain away, she must go through this alone and making small steps every day. But, all my words are heard by deaf ears!

Forget about your first love!

There's a new one. Sociologists from Essex say we should forget about our first love! They say that the euphoria of a young, fresh love will blind us and throw an unrealistic view over a future long-term relationship. Therefore, if we want to give a chance to a real relationship, we must forget about our first love! They say, the less passion in our first relationship, the better for the next, as if there is too much excitement in the first, the next will be boring and will not fulfill our expectations. My big question mark is why the associate the lack of passion with a successful relationship? Is the lack of love the guaranty for a good, long lasting relationship? And if yes...are we making business or looking to spend our time with the person we love, who makes our adrenaline run wild, makes our blood pressure go uuuupp!! I would be curious to know your opinions. Would you prefer a calm, good relationship, but without passion and excitement, or you prefer a relationship with loud fights, but also with very passionate, hot moments?

Vegetarian - pros and cons

I must addmit that for a while now, I have been thinking a lot about becoming a vegetarian, as I think it's a barbarian cruelty to kill animals just to eat them (don't get me started about the idea of killing animals to wear them!!!). I will not show shocking pictures, or use violent word association to make at least somebody else wake up too, and change the way they live. I think it should come from the inside of each of us, from a mature mentality, that should be there, after more than 2000 years of evolution. How come that from the technological point of view the achievments mankind made are huge, but spiritually the man makes just little ant steps? So, like any smart thing to do and if you want to have real chances to succeed, I decided to prepare myself first, from all points of view, and among others, I was looking on the net about the pros and cons of becoming a vegetarian. I want first to make a little specification, and to inform you that I am talking about vegetarian type who excludes just the meat, not the dairy products and the eggs. So, at pros, I find things like: would help to decrease world hunger, vegeterians are less exposed to diabetis, heart attack, ostheoporosis etc., and to cons I find childish things like: some people would be embarrassed to invite you over for a meal, as you eat different than them! Don't you feel like laughing? Besides, I found out that the protein that comes from the animal meat is a "bad, harmful protein", comparing to other type of protein that comes from vegetables like soya, mushrooms, beans, which are a blessing for our bodies. So, if you follow a good, smart, complete vegetarian diet, your body will not suffer at all from lack of meat. For children and teenagers who are in the growing process meat helps, thou! Myself, I decided to clean my body gradually, starting with eating meat only 2-3 times a week. Any step is good, any abdication from meat is good, saves you (your conscience and your cholesterol), and also saves a life! Even if it's a pig life, it's still a life, and you a hero!! My request would be, for the readers of this post, please, just give it a thought!! Just see if this option would be possible for you! If would be good for you! Then look up information about the life of animals to be slaughtered, the act itself, and you will realize what we put into our body!! It's unworthy and shameful for the human being to continue on this path! And if it's helping even more, the statistics say that by 2100 half of the population will be starving! Ok, we won't be here to see this, but what about our children, the children of our children? What is our legacy that we pass on to them? Maybe it sounds like propaganda, but: the change starts with you! If you look inside of yourself, you will know it's true!

The most depressive Monday of the year

Well, bad news people! They say that tomorrow, 19th of January, it's the most depressive day of the year. The father of "blue Mondays", Cliff Arnall has a formula that shows that people are in the most depressive mood on the third Monday of January.They are after the weekend, broke because of the celebrations in December, weather sucks,vacation is far away and the most of the bills come in the third week of January. On the other hand, the most happy day of the year is Friday 19 of June. People have the weekend ahead, the weather is good, summer is close! But...it is sooo far away!! First, we must make a big healthy leap over the "depressive Monday". So, I would say, everybody give me a high five and a "hip hip hurray happy Friday 19th of June!! "

Glume! - Jokes!

Inainte de culcare, sotul, cu o fata impasibila, ii aduce sotiei un pahar cu apa si un algocalmin. I le intinde fara o vorba.
-Ce-i asta? Pentru ce imi dai o pastila? intreaba sotia intrigata
- Este pentru durerea ta de cap, raspunde sotul
- Dar nu ma doare capul...!
-Ahaaa..!!! se lumineaza sotul

Before going to bed, the husband with an impassive face, brings to his wife a glass of water and a painkiller. He gives them to her without a word
- What is this? What for? asks the woman intrigued
- It is for your headache, honey, answers the husband
- But I don't have a headache...!
- Ahaaa....!!! the face of the husband brightens up

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Sotul si sotia la zoo, se apropie de cusca in care o gorila, apatica, manca fructe. Sotul fascinat, se uita la gorila, apoi ii spune sotiei:
- Am o idee! Scoate-ti bluza, sa vedem daca poti sa-i atragi atentia gorilei!
- Cum sa-mi scot bluza, aici...in public...ai innebunit?
-Hai ma pisi, scoate-ti bluza, sunt tare curios daca o sa reactioneze in vreun fel. Sotia, se uita in stanga, in dreapta, nu era nimeni, asa ca-si scoate bluza. Gorila se apropie de grilaj si incepe sa se holbeze cu interes la femeie.
- Auzi, stii ceva, scoate-ti si fusta!
Dupa ceva insistente, sotia convinsa, isi scoate si fusta. Gorila incepe sa dea semne de agitatie
- Ma pisi, daca iti scoti si sutienul, esti cea mai tare!
- Esti total nebun...cum sa fac asa ceva? Dar pana la urma, la staruintele lui, isi scoate sutienul.
Gorila incepe sa se agite frenetic, se izbeste cu pumnii in piept, apoi se arunca in grilajul custii.
Sotul, incitat la maxim, incepe sa-si implore nevasta sa-si scoata si chilotii.
- Draga, mergi prea departe, daca ma vede cineva...dar, ma rog, daca am ajuns pana aici...si incepe sa-si scoata chilotii.Gorila o luase razna definitiv. Se agita la maxim, scotea tot felul de sunete ascutite, se tavalea pe jos...Sotia era acum total goala, iar sotul, cu o miscare scurta o arunca in cusca gorilei.
- Na, acum spune-i lui ca te doare capul!

A couple, at the zoo, come close to the cage of a gorilla, who was eating his fruits, very indifferent.
The husband, fascinated, is looking to the gorilla, then he says to his wife:
- Darling, I have an idea! Why don't you take off your blouse, to see if the gorilla is gonna react in any way.
- How shall I do that, here, in a public place are you crazy?
- Come on baby, please take off your blouse, I am very curious to see what he's doing!
The wife is looking to the left, to the right, there is nobody, so she takes off her blouse. Gorilla is approaching the net of the cage, and starts to stare with a lot of curiosity to the woman.
- You know what? Why don't you take off your skirt also?
After some insisting, the wife is convinced to take off her skirt. Gorilla starts to be restless.
- Honey, if you take off your bra, you are the coolest!
- Are you insane? I'm not gonna do such a thing! But, after a lot of begging, she is persuaded. Gorilla starts to be very agitated, to hit his chest with his fists, to throw himself against the net of the cage. The husband, excited to the maximum, starts to beg his wife to take off her panties also.
- Dear, you go too far, what if somebody sees me...but, anyway, if I did all the rest, what a hell! and she starts to take off her panties. Gorilla is going totally mad. He is screaming, making all kind of sharp noises, rolling on the ground, agitated, etc. The wife is now naked. The husband, with a quick move throws her in the cage:
- Here you go! Now, you tell him that you have a headache!

Nu ca am fi epuizat subiectul ciocolata, dar asa pentru variatie, hai sa vorbim despre inghetata!

In Olanda, la vreo 25km de locul unde locuiesc se afla o "dughenitza",cu cea mai buna inghetata posibila!Preferata mea este:iaurt,cirese,fulgi de ciocolata alba.Pascal a luat una cu:vanilie,mar,scortisoara si napolitana.Sa vorbeasca pozele!!

Not that we exhausted the chocolate subject, but let's talk about ice-cream,just for variation!

In Holland, about 25 km from the place I live, there is this little "hut" with the best possible ice-cream!My favourite is:cherries,yoghurt, and white chocolate flakes. Pascal took :vanilla, apple, cinnamon and wafle. Let the photos talk!

Provocare - Challenge

M-am gandit sa lansez o mica provocare amuzanta! Am sa postez o poza facuta la intamplare unor persoane pe care nu le cunosc (si spre rusinea mea nici nu le-am cerut permisiunea de a-i fotografia; dar scopul "nobil" scuza mijloacele marsave.Haha), iar voi puteti croi o mica poveste pe fundalul pozei. Cine credeti ca sunt cei doi din poza (puteti sa le dati si nume daca vreti), ce relatie este intre ei, cu ce se ocupa in viata de zi cu zi...Nu trebuie sa urmariti sa fiti "exacti" (nici nu aveti cum, caci nu cunosc persoanele si nu pot verifica veridicitatea afirmatiilor voastre). Trebuie sa fiti cat mai fantezisti, amuzanti, sa va lasati imaginatia sa zburde salbatic pe cararile aberatiilor, sau ma rog, orice va face sa zambiti, sau credeti ca ne-ar face pe noi sa zambim! Bafta!

I thought it would be nice to come with a funny challenge! I am gonna post here a picture that I took by default to some people I don't know (and to my shame and blame, I didn't ask permission from to take their photo; but the "noble" goal will excuse the tricky means.Haha), and you are invited to build a little story on the background of the photo. You should say who you think those people are (even name them if you like), what kind of relationship you think there is between the two, what their occupation is in the daily life...You should not try to be exact in your appreciations (you couldn't anyway, as I don't know the people and I can't check the truth of your statements) . You should try to be fanciful, funny, let your imagination run wild on the path of abberation, or whatever makes you smile, or you think might make us smile!Good luck!

gangsta paradise

Noi astia care lucram sa construim si sa schimbam lumea! Us who work to build and change the world!

Tocmai am vazut din nou (pentru a cata oara?) filmul "Dangerous minds". Un film vechi, dar extrem de bogat in semnificatii, un film care ma inspira de fiecare data cand il vad, care ma rascoleste pana la lacrimi cu aproape fiecare secventa, fiecare replica. Sunt convinsa ca multi dintre voi stiu despre ce vorbesc, iar daca n-ati vazut inca filmul, faceti in asa fel si nu-l scapati!Nu am sa fac un rezumat al filmului, nici nu am sa incerc sa-l disec. Am sa ma opresc numai asupra unui singur aspect, si a ceea ce am simtit eu. Este uimitor, zdrobitor de inaltator, ceea ce cateodata un singur om poate sa faca! Cum un singur om poate tine in mana sa destinele multor altor oameni, si alege sa faca bine! Sa iubeasca, sa daruiasca, sa se daruiasca, sa-i pese, sa se sacrifice, sa lupte, sa dea speranta, sa imparta forta, sa ierte, sa inteleaga, sa lumineze, sa calauzeasca, sa deschida, sa dezpovareze, sa sprijine, sa ajute, sa fie! Acolo! La locul potrivit! In momentul potrivit! Si cand vorbesc de omul ce tine destine in mana, nu ma refer la politician, pentru ca politicianul arareori va alege sa faca bine. Ma refer la profesor. Acela al carui salariu este cam 5% din salariul politicianului, si asta intr-un caz fericit! Sau la simplul om care crede! Crede in puterea lui de a schimba lumea, de a construi una mai buna. Si zau ca atunci cand crezi, esti cel mai puternic om din lume! Si lucrurile incep sa prinda contur si sa se intample! Acum, nu stiu, fie nu am destula credinta, ori putere, dar mi se pare ca nu pot sa schimb lumea. Si atunci plang pentru ea, si ma uit la altii care pot si fac!

I just watched again (for how many times?) the movie called "Dangerous minds". An older movie, but extremely rich in meanings, a movie that inspires me every time I see it, and touches me deeply with each line, with each scene. I am sure that most of you know what I am talking about, but if you haven't seen the movie yet, don't miss it! I am not gonna tell what the movie is about, I am just gonna stop to only one aspect of it, and to the way I felt about it. It is amazing, crushingly big, what sometimes, one man can do! How one man can hold in his hand the destiny of many others, and he chooses to do good!To love, to give, to give himslef,to care, to fight, to sacrifice himself, to give hope, to share strength, to forgive, to understand, to enlighten, to guide, to open, to relieve, to support, to help, to be! There! In the right place, at the right moment! And when I talk about the man who holds destinies in his hand, I don't talk about the politician, as a politician rarely will choose to do good. I talk about the teacher. The teacher whose salary is about 5% of the politician's salary, and this in a happy case. Or, I talk about the simple man who believes! He believes in his power to change the world, to build a better one! And, when you believe, you are the strongest man in the world! and things start to have a clear shape, and to happen! Now, I don't know, but either I don't have enough faith, or not enough force, but it seems I can't change the world. And then, I cry for the world, and look to others who can and do!

Doneaza par! - Give hair!

Inainte de Craciun am participat si eu (cu 25 cm par) la campania "Doneaza par!". Cineva s-a gandit la bolnavii de cancer, si la cat de mult conteaza pentru ei o peruca de par nautral. Pe langa faptul ca oamenii acestia pe care soarta i-a impovorat cu asemenea boala cruda, ca trebuie sa urmeze tratamente complicate, ca se confrunta cu un milion de alte probleme pe langa suferinta provocata de boala, trebuie deasemenea sa se confrunte cu aspectul estetic neplacut si cu factorul psihologic al caderii parului. Poate ca acesta este cel mai mic rau, totusi, daca poti sa-i ameliorezi efectul...de ce nu? Departe de mine ideea de a-mi ridica o statuie pentru ca mi-am donat parul, dar nu va puteti imagina(sau paote da!) cat de mult m-a rasplatit gestul pe care l-am facut, ideea ca poti face ceva bun pentru altcineva, cu atat de putin! Am fost fericita sa vad fetite de 12-13 ani care-si taiau parul pentru bolnavii de cancer, adolescenti care pentru nu stiu ce "motiv rock" si-au lasat parul sa creasca si acum il donau! Coafezele abea faceau fata afluxului de persoane venite sa fac acest gest simplu, umanitar. Tunsoarea si coafatul erau gratis, ti se serveau gustari, bauturi racoritoare si vin, iar la plecare, intr-o maniera foarte modesta, ti se inmana o sacosa cu produse Panthen. Dupa cateva zile, primeai o poze cu look-ul de "dupa", si o scrisoare (inca una!)de multumire. Ceea ce m-a impresionat insa pana la lacrimi, a fost gazda evenimentului, ea insasi o supravietuitoare a cancerului. Nu am sa uit niciodata ochii aceia in care se citea sincera gratitudine, si modesta bucurie atunci cand se uita la noi, cei veniti acolo sa raspundem unui strigat de ajutor!

Before Christmas I also participated(with 25cm hair) to the campaign "Give Hair!" Somebody thought about cancer pacients, and how important it's for them to have a natural hair wig. besides the fact that those people were burdened by destiny with such a cruel disease, fight with pain, besides the fact they must follow complicated treatments, they must also deal with the loss of hair, and the psychological factor created by this. Maybe this is the least bad, but if you can ameliorate it, why not? Far from me the idea to put myself on a pedestal for donating my hair, but you cannot imagine (or maybe you can!) how rewarding was the little gesture I made, the idea that you can do so much with so little! I was happy to see little girls, 12-13 years old who came to cut their hair for the cancer pacients, teenagers who, for I don't know what "rock" reason grew a very long hair that was now ready to be donated! The hairdressers could barely deal with all the people who were there to make this simple, human gesture. The haircut was for free, you were served some snacks, soft drinks and wine, and when you were leaving, you were given in a very modest manner, a bag with Panthen products. After several days you were receiving a photo with your "after" look, and a thank you letter (another one!). What I will never forget thou, and impressed me to the deepest of my heart, was the hostess of this event. Herself a cancer survivor, she had this immense modesty, joy, and sincere gratitude, when she was looking to us, the ones who came to answer this humanitarian call!

Ne plac lumanarile! - We like candles!

Ne plac lumanarile! Lumina lor calda, umbrele lungi si subtiri pe care le arunca pe pereti, atmosfera de "la mine acasa" pe care stiu asa de bine sa o creeze! Avem un semineu fals, si pentru ca nu putem sa facem focul intr-un semineu fals, l-am impodobit cu flacari timide de lumanari. Las pozele sa va spuna mai multe...;)!

We like candles! Their warm light, the long, narrow shadows they cast on the walls, the "at home" atmosphere they know so good how to create! We have a false fireplace, and because we cannot make fire in a false fireplace, we adorned it with the shy flames of the candles. I let the photos tell you more...;)!

Teama parinteasca - Fear of a parent

Citeam deunazi pe o pagina de stiri, despre o noua gaselnita a adolescentilor de a-si introduce alcool in corp, pe o cale mai rapida decat cea clasica si fara ca respiratia sa ii tradeze. Isi introduc in vagin sau anus,tampoane (destinate in mod normal menstruatiei) imbibate in vodca sau alte bauturi foarte spirtoase. Metoda, initiata in America, este deja foarte populara si in Europa. Ah Doamne, daca acesti copii ar da dovada de tot atata imaginatie in a gasi solutii sa-si repare viata, in loc sa si-o strice...Ma intreb, cu inima cat un purice cum se descurca parintii intr-o asemenea situatie? Ce faci, ca parinte, cand toate metodele de a-ti face copilul sa realizeze ca a apucat-o pe un drum gresit, au dat gres, si nu vrei sa te resemnezi, nu poti sa renunti?

Recently, I've read on a news site, about a new method teenagers found to introduce alcohol in their bodies, in a faster way than the classical one, and without having an "alcohol breath". They introduce menstruation tampons soaked in vodka,or other strong drinks, in the vagina, or anus.The method, started in USA, is already very popular in Europa also.Oh God, if these children could use the same rich imagination in order to find solutions to fix their lives instead of spoiling it...I wonder, with fear in my heart, how the parents in such situations deal with this problem?What you do, as a parent, when all the methods to make your child see that he is on a wrong road, fail, and you don't want to resign, and cannot just give up!

Ritual

Am vizitat zilele trecute unul din magazinele mele preferate, unde gasesti cate putin din toate celor necesare unor ritualuri zilnice, sau saptamanale (sau ori de cate ori va face placere), lucruri care te ajuta sa-ti daruiesti putina detasare, placere, te ajuta sa-ti incarci bateriile dupa sau pentru o noua zi de stres. Uleiuri pentru aroma terapie, creme speciale pentru masatul picioarelor obosite, saruri si uleiuri de baie, tot felul de mici obiecte care te ajuta sa uiti! Sa uiti si sa dai jos de pe tine si din tine mizeriile unei zile prin care ai trecut si ai supravietuit, dar esti prafuit si obosit! Mi-a atras atentia un raft plin de ceainice si cani pentru ceai. Erau asa de frumoase, incat nu te puteai opri sa nu te gandesti ce minunat ar fi sa prepari un ceai cu arome exotice, pe care sa-l pastrezi cald intr-un asemenea ceainic, si sa-l imparti cu cineva drag, sa te bucuri de acest mic ritual cu cineva care este special pentru tine. Cat de mult ar insemna o jumatate de ora de mici nimicuri la o cana de ceai, alaturi de persoana pe care o iubesti, in praful cotidian. Apoi ma intrebam cati dintre noi rupem o jumatate de ora dintr-o zi, ca sa efectuam un ritual (si nu ma refer la sofisticatul ritual al japonezilor pentru ceai) care are in centru propria persoana. O baie cu arome si muzica lina, un ceai fierbinte preparat si baut "cu talc", o jumatate de ora de meditatie, sau orice altceva care ne face cu adevarat placere! Iar lucrurile acelea pentru care sacrificam astfel de momente, se merita cu adevarat,sau ne sunt doar utile?

I visited last days one of my favourite shops, where you can find a variety of things necessary for some daily, or weekly (or whenever you like) rituals, things that help you give yourself a bit of detachment, joy, help you recharge your batteries after (or for a new) day of stress. Oils for aroma therapy, bath salts and oils, creams for massaging tired feet, all kind of small things to help you forget. To forget and get read of the dirt you gathered in a whole day that passed, and you survived, but you are dusty and tired! My attention was caught by a shelf full of teapots and tea cups. They were so beautiful, that I could help myself thinking, how wonderful would be to prepare some tea, with exotic flavour, that you keep hot in such a teapot, that you drink and share this little pleasure with someone you love, someone special for you! How much would mean besides the daily dust; a half an hour of sweet little nothings in the company of the person you cherish the most! I was asking myself how many of us take a half an hour every day, for a ritual destined for ourselves (and I'm not talking about someting very sofisticated like the Japanese ritual for tea). A bath with sweet aromas and soft music, a cup of hot tea that you drink in a special manner, a half an hour of meditation, or whatever makes you pleasure! And those other things for whose sake we sacrifice our special moments...are they worthy, or just usefull?

Probleme existentiale - Existential issues

Vorbeam cu o zi in urma, in gluma, despre probleme existentiale. Dar acum, stau si ma gandesc...cand incetam sa ne mai punem astfel de probleme, si de ce? Care este mediul propice cultivarii lor, si ce determina exterminarea lor? Cand eram adolescenta, eram plina de probleme existentiale, ca adolescentu' de cosuri! Sunt problemele existentiale apanajul tineretii, tribut hormonal, sau apar in urma frustrarilor, datorita faptului ca esti dependent (mai ales) material de altii (parinti, la varsta respectiva), or pur si simplu nu ai altceva mai bun de facut cu timpul tau, si odata ce ai responsabilitati (copii, rate,etc), nu mai ai timp se de alte probleme? De ce aveam probleme existentiale cand eram adolescenta, si acum, in postura de mamica si nevasta, dorm fara sa visez macar la ele?

I was talking a day before, in a joking manner, about existential issues. But now, I am thinking...when do we stop having such issues, and why? What is the good environment to cultivate them, and what leads to their extermination? When I was a teenager,I was full of existential issues, like a teenager full of pimples.Are existential issues the prerogative of youth, hormonal tribute, or they come because of frustrations, due to the fact that you are dependant (financially especially) on others (parents, at that age), or maybe you just don't have anything better to do with your time, and once you've got responsabilities (children, bank loans,etc), you simply don't have the time for such things? Why did I have existential issues when I was a teenager, and now, as a mommy and wife, I don't even dream about them?

Candela (natural fire)

Sotul meu mi-a adus o planta minunata. Se numeste Foc natural. O(il) iubesc asa de mult!!!

My husband brought me a new plant. It's called "natural fire". I love it (him) sooo much!!

Daca te plictisesti-mananca ceva! If you ar getting bored-eat someting!

Din lipsa de inspiratie, si ca orice gospodina fara probleme existentiale, m-am gandit sa trantesc si eu pe blog o reteta! Aici ar fi de comentat, caci ceea ce va prezint, este foarte pretentios numita "o reteta", si totodata, cu sau fara probleme existentiale, tot trebuie sa mancam (macar din cand in cand), si deci, chiar daca nu vin cu un post interesant, s-o gasi cineva pentru care "reteta" sa fie macar utila intr-o buna zi!Ceea ce veti vedea este delicios, foarte usor si foarte rapid de preparat.Se poate servi ca atare sau ca garnitura cu o fripturica de vaca (ori un cotlet de porc) alaturi. Va trebuie o conserva de fasole verde, un pachet de bacon (din accea stil american, pentru mic dejun, in felii foarte subtiri), un pachetel de branza de capra, chimen, piper.
Faceti manunchiuri din fasole verde pe care le infasurati in cate o felie de bacon.Apoi taiati rotocoale de branza pe care presarati cateva semine de cimen.Le infasurati si pe acestea in felii de bacon.


Pachetelele astfel facute se prajesc intr-un pic de unt de gatit. Merge si ulei. Puneti un pic de piper cand sunt in tigaie (da un aspect placut, se prajesc frumos)













Apoi...le mancati!

Inca un post despre ciocolata! Another post about chocolate!

Am sa las pozele sa vorbesca despre un coltisor minunat in Brugge, unde poti sa bei ciocolata calda, cu o multime de arome la care ti-ar fi greu sa te gandesti daca nu le-ai vedea pe menu. Nu lispesc milkshake-urile (bineinteles tot cu ciocolata si alte arome in combinatie cu...ciocolata, evident!!)! Deasemenea poti sa mananci salate, sandwichiuri si alte minuni, care contin si...ciocolata! De pilda: salata cu piept de pui, capere, si sos de ciocolata! Nu am mancat nimic acolo (desi deserturile cu...ghici ce?! Iti spun tot eu:CIOCOLATA!, suna bineeee!!), dar am baut faimoasa lor ciocolata calda, si va spun sincer ca-si face banii (pret triplu fata de o ciocolata calda obisnuita bauta oriunde altundeva). Cred ca nu mai trebuie sa adaug ca locul colcaie de adolescenti hormonali, care adora, si au mare nevoie de ciocolata!!

I am gonna let the photos talk about a wonderful little place in Brugge, where you can drink warm choco, with a multitude of flavours which you could hardly imagine if you didn't see on the menu. The milkshake are also present (of course with chocolate and other flavours combined with chocolate, of course!!) Also you can eat salades, sandwiches and other goodies, which contain also...chocolate! For instance: salad with chicken breast, and chocolatesauce! I didn't eat anything there (though the desserts with...guess what?! I tell you: CHOCOLATE!, looked soo good!), but I drank their famous hot choco, that is worth every penny (triple price comapring with any other place). I guess I don't have to mention that the place is full with teenagers, very hormonal and in need of chocolate!

Dead can dance...my love!! The best song EVER!!

Strada salutarilor- Greetings street

Cand intri in oras, la intersectia cu prima strada la dreapta, a aparut un indicator nou: Strada salutarilor! Asta inseamna ca trecatorii se saluta pe aceasta strada, sau macar asa ar fi frumos! Cu zambete largi pe fata, ne fluturam mainile mai ceva decat niste papusi mecanice. Este a treia zi cand trecem pe strada si salutam, asa cum ne invata indicatorul. Pana acum, lumea se uita ciudat la noi (probabil se intreaba daca-i confundam cu altcineva, daca suntem nebuni, sau ne batem joc de ei). Noi, suntem curiosi cate zile vor trece pana cand cineva ne va intoarce salutul!?

When you enter in town, at the intersection with the first street to the right, there is a new sign: greetings street! That means that the people who pass on this street should greet each other,or at least this would be nice!With big smiles on out faces, we wave our hands like mechanical dolls. It's the thirs day when we pass on this street and greet, like the sign tells us. Till now, people look strangely a us (maybe they assume we mistake them for somebody else, if we are crazy or simply mock them). We are curious how many days must pass till somebody will return the greeting!?

Bunatati in Brugge - goodies in Brugge

Acestea sunt cele mai vandute "modele". Turistii considera ca sunt cadouri originale pe care sa le aduca acasa la prieteni sau familie. Tu pe care ai alege-o?

These "models" are sold the most. Tourists consider they are original, funny gifts to take home to family or friends. Which one would you choose?

Bunatati in Brugge - goodies in Brugge

chocolate santa!!

(home made cookies)

mmm...la cure gourmande-are biscuiti si fursecuri artisanale

The miracle of life!

I promised to share with you the moment of my son’s birth. Women know the feeling, this unique event, even if we experience it different, its essence is the same: a miracle! I had a difficult pregnancy, starting with the 5th month. Even though I had no nausea, or any other physical misery which come in the “package” with the miracle, I took a lot o weight…like 36kg…and this mostly because I had to quit smoking. I remember how I was struggling to climb the stairs, and how people on the street were asking me if I had twins or triplets. The due date was planned on 3rd of May, but I was hoping since April that maybe, maybe…The last days were a nightmare, I couldn’t get down from the bed without help, and the news from the gynecologist were not very encouraging: my cervix was looking like I was 3 months pregnant, so, with a big smile on her face, my doctor announced me that if nothing happened till 3rd of May ( I had not even one contraction during all my pregnancy), then cesarean birth was a potential solution. I cried for 5 days continuously when I found out that cesarean section is for sure (from 3rd of May till 8th of May when the surgery was planned). I was spending my time mostly in the bath tub , as I couldn’t bare the excessive weight anymore. My husband was caressing my hair or massaging my back, torn by my tears and suffering. On 8th of May, early in the morning we went to the hospital. They tried in vain to induce labor to me! At least I had the consolation that I felt no pain whatsoever during my entire pregnancy. This was the “technical” part of the story. Now, the emotional part!Thanks God, I gave birth in a country where the father of the baby (or whomever you wish), can assist to the birth (even if it’s a cesarean)! Thus, the little one can be welcomed by both parents, so the joy of the first meet, double! My wonderful husband was a strong support during all my pregnancy, and I was dependant by his support and presence in the surgery room. But, for I don’t know what reason, during anesthesia, nobody is allowed to be there, except for the doctors. I didn’t know that, so I was desperately begging them (being out of the line, I know…)to bring in the father of the child. They were young doctors, who very politely comforted me, and lying that the father is in the changing room for his sterile cloths. But I could see him at the door, at the end of the little corridor just outside the surgery room. I was insisting almost crying (I would have cried if I wasn’t too ashamed!)…they were talking and talking to me, keeping me distracted. I put my foot down: “who’s gonna hold my hand while you put needles in my spine?” One of them came to hold my hands…Then, with “my half” next to my head, we were waiting for the smallest piece of flash from our flash, to come out from my belly! It didn’t take long…10-15 minutes…I kept on asking my husband: “Is he here? Is he coming?” With his legendary calm, though excited at the maximum, he was answering to me: “Not yet, my love, just a little longer, just a little!” He was holding my hand, and with the other one, he was caressing my hair. Then, I heard Luca screaming! Even now days, I am convinced that he was sleeping in mommy’s belly, where was warm and good for him, and he got really upset to be pushed out in the strong light, in that cold room! They gave him to us almost immediately. They put him on my chest, so that he could feel my warmth, smell, and my heartbeat, so the shock of coming in this world would be diminished. He calmed down almost immediately, just us, the parents, kept on crying. I spent 5 days in the hospital. I slept I don’t know how many hours. The days, were spent together, the three of us. My husband came around 8 o’clock in the morning, and left around midnight. In the night, I couldn’t sleep because of the cut and the pain I had with every movement. I couldn’t have slept, even without pain! From the bed, I could see the street with light polls which spread a red light over the green little park. Next to me “the beginning of my life” was sleeping (my husband says that once your baby is born, you are born too, you forget your life, the way it was before, or how come it was possible without this little creature who needs you so much!), and for me it was so hard to believe that he was mine, “out of me”, that I “did” that! For mother’s day, spent also in the hospital, I got from pappy a perfume as a gift: very irresistible. It’s strange how whenever I wear that perfume ( I still have a little), I feel weak ! Just the way I felt in those days, in the hospital, with that huge cut under my belly. Many times, on my way to the park, with the trolley, I passed in the back of the hospital, and looked up to the window of “our room”. I’m pissed! Either I lack talent, or miracles cannot be translated in words, unless you talk the “miraculous language”…I don’t know the reason but I am very pissed that I couldn’t express exactly what means red lights on a street in the night, just next to the park, and a certain perfume that anybody can buy and carelessly spray on the neck, or on the hand wrist, not even thinking that this can be the unseen link to the magic of the beginning of life!

By the way, Luca got his first haircut today!!

Miracolul vietii

Am promis ca am sa impartasesc cu voi momentul nasterii fiului meu. Femeile cunosc sentimentul, experienta aceasta fara egal, chiar daca trecem diferit prin ea, in esenta ramane aceeasi:un miracol!Am avut o sarcina dificila, incepand cam de pe la 5 luni. Desi nu am cunoscut greturi si alte mizerii de ordin fizic care vin "in pachet" cu miracolul, am luat mult in greutate...doar 36kg...si asta mai mult din cauza renuntarii la fumat. Mi-amintesc cum ma opinteam sa urc scarile ca sa merg la toaleta, si cum lumea pe strada ma intreba daca am gemeni sau tripleti. "Ziua scadentei" mi-era programata pe 3 mai, dar eu trageam sperante inca din aprilie ca poate, poate...Ultimele zile au fost un cosmar, nu ma mai puteam da jos din pat fara ajutor, iar vestile de la ginecolog nu erau deloc imbucuratoare:cervix-ul meu arata ca al unei gravide in luna a treia, asa ca, cu zambetul pe buze, doctorita m-a anuntat ca daca pana pe 3 mai nu se intampla nimic (nu am simtit nici macar o jumatate de contractie pe toata durata graviditatii), atunci solutia ar fi cezariana. Timp de 5 zile (de pe 3 mai cand am aflat ca va fi cu siguranta cezariana si pana pe 8 cand operatia era programata)am plans intr-una!Din cauza greutatii pe care nu o mai suportam, stateam mai mult in cada, cu sotul meu care-mi mangaia parul sau imi facea masaj, sfasiat de lacrimile si de suferinta mea.Pe 8 mai, dimineata devreme, ne-am dus la spital. Au incercat sa-mi provoace travaliul, dar nimic! Macar am consolarea ca nu am cunoscut nici un fel de dureri ale nasterii. Asta a fost partea "tehnica" a povestirii. Partea emotionala urmeaza acum!Slava Domnului am nascut intr-o tara in care tatal (ori cine iti doresti tu), poate fi alaturi de tine atunci cand nasti (fie si prin cezariana). Astfel, micutul este intampinat de ambii parinti, si bucuria primei vederi, dubla! Sotul meu minunat, mi-a fost sprijin de nadejde, iar eu dependenta de ajutorul si prezenta lui. Din nu stiu ce motiv, in timpul anesteziei, nu are voie nimeni sa asiste in afara de doctori. Nu am stiut asta, ma rugam cu disperare ridicola si deplasata (cred eu...)de ei sa-l aduca pe tatal copilului! Erau niste doctori tineri, si cu delicatete ma consolau, mintindu-ma ca tatal se schimba cu haine sterile de aceea nu e acolo, dar il vedem la usa de la capatul micului coridor,ca asteapta sa fie lasat inauntru. Eu insistam aproape plangand (as fi plans, dar mi-era rusine), ei ma tineau de vorba. Apoi am pus piciorul in prag: "cine ma tine de mana cand imi bagati ace in spinare, daca nu-l lasati sa intre?" Unul dintre doctori a venit sa ma tina de mana! Apoi, cu jumatatea mea la capul meu, asteptam cea mai mica bucatica din noi, sa iasa din burtica mea! Nu a trecut mult, poate 10-15 min... Il intrebam pe sotul meu intr-una: "A venit? Vine?"
Iar el, cu calmul lui de legenda, desi emotionat la maxim imi raspundea: "Nu inca, iubita mea, mai e putin, inca putin!" Ma tinea de mana in timp ce cu cealalta mana ma mangaia pe par. Apoi, l-am auzit pe Luca tipand! Si acum sunt convinsa ca dormea la mama in burtica, unde era cald si bine, si s-a suparat tare mult cand l-au scos brusc la lumina, si in camera aia rece ca orice sala de operatie! Ni l-au dat aproape imediat. L-au pus pe pieptul meu gol, ca sa continue sa-mi simta caldura,mirosul, bataile inimii, si astfel socul de a veni pe lume sa fie mai mic. S-a linistit imediat ce m-a simtit, numai noi, parintii mai plangeam.Am stat 5 zile in spital. Am dormit doar nu stiu cate ore. Zilele le petreceam toti trei. Sotul meu venea dimineata, in jur de 8, si pleca pe la miezul noptii. Eu, nu puteam sa dorm din cauza operatiei si a pozitilor incomode in care trebuia sa stau. Dar nici n-as fi putut sa dorm, chiar daca n-as fi avut dureri. Vedeam din pat strada cu felinare ce raspandeau o lumina rosie peste parcul plin de verdeta. Langa mine dormea "inceputul vietii mele" (pt.ca, asa cum spune sotul meu, dupa ce ti se naste copilul, uiti viata ta de dinainte, si cum era ea posibila fara fiinta asta micuta, care are atata nevoie de tine!), iar mie imi era asa de greu sa cred, ca este al meu, din mine, ca eu am "facut" asta! De ziua mamei pe care am petrecut-o in spital, am primit cadou de la papi un parfum: very irresistible.Este ciudat, cum si acum, cand ma parfumez cu el (mai am putin!), ma simt...slabita!Asa cum ma simteam in acele zile, abea miscandu-ma cu taietura aceea uriasa sub burta. De multe ori, in drum spre parc, cu caruciorul, treceam pe langa spital, si ma uitam la ultima fereastra ce apartinea salonului "nostru". Mi-e ciuda! Ori imi lipseste talentul, ori miracolele nu pot fi traduse in cuvinte, daca nu stii "limba miraculoasa", nu stiu din ce motiv, dar mi-e tare ciuda ca nu am putut sa exprim exact ce inseamna lumini rosii pe o strada in noapte, chiar linga parc, si un parfum anume pe care oricine il poate cumpara si vaporiza neglijent pe pielea gatului sau pe incheietura mainii, fara sa intuiasca ca este un "link" nevazut spre magia inceputului unei vieti.

Dance Luca, dance!!

brugge at night

view on the "canal of Brugge"


detail of a building

Brugge at night (or almost...)

my favourite shop
the tea-rooms in the center
the belfrey
the cityhall, here we got married

entrance in town

my fairy name

Your fairy is called Bracken Elfshimmer
She is a cheerful sprite.
She lives where bracken and curling ferns grow.
She is only seen when the first flowers begin to blossom.
She dresses in leafy bracken-green. She has delicate green wings like a cicada.
Get your free fairy name here!

poze din ziua plantarii

Chiciura si promoroaca

Nu e ceva obisnuit sa ai temperaturi cu minus pe meleagurile astea. Ba, mai mult, se zvoneste ca de luni se asteapta zapada!! Zapada!!!! Fantezia si frica cetateanului obisnuit. Dar pana atunci, ne multumim cu ceva chiciura si promoroaca, si oleaca de ceata pe ici pe colo. Azi a fost o zi de plictiiiiis...! Citeam eu pe blogul unei prietene, ca pe lista ei de "dorinte care sa se indeplineasca in 2009" (dea Domnul sa i se implineasca toate), plictisul isi are locul lui de cinste! Iar altii, nu stiu ce sa mai faca cu el, si cum sa scape. Deci, pentru ca tot ma plictiseam, mi-am rugat consortul sa facem o tura cu masina. Turele cu masina sunt activitatea mea preferata! M-as muta in masina daca as putea. Imi place ca poti cuprinde intr-un timp scurt, o zona cat mai cuprinsa din peisaj. E adevarat ca nu poti savura tot ce vezi asa cum se intampla cand te plimbi, dar pe mine ma incanta masina la maxim (cu conditia sa nu conduc eu). Slava Domnului, fi-miu in seamana. Ii pun Shrek sau muzica lui preferata la micul dvd de masina, si uite asa am voiajat pana in Romania si inapoi (4 zile dus, ca ne-am oprit in Ungaria la Balaton pt. o zi), trei zile intors, apoi dupa numai doua luni ne-am dus in Portugalia, tot cu masina, evident (trei zile dus, trei intors), si baiatul meu nu s-a plans nici macar 5 minute! Dar nu despre asta era vorba :)Inainte sa locuim in Brugge, am locuit in Oostende, la mare. Acolo s-a nascut Luca, in apartamentul din balconul caruia puteai sa vezi marea. Suna idilic, doar ca de fapt Luca s-a nascut la spital, iar vantul permanent dintr-un oras de coasta, nu e pentru mine. Iar la cateva luni dupa ce s-a nascut Luca, am primit o scrisorica de la primarie, cum ca suntem invitati (impreuna cu toti parintii copiilor nascuti in 2007) sa plantam un pom pentru baiatul nostru in "padurea nasterii". Asta inseamna ca pe un teren al primariei din afara orasului, in fiecare an, este alocat un lot de pamant, si pomuletii aferenti, pe care ii planteaza parintii, la un pahar de ciocolata calda si in muzica Eniei. Ceea ce este mai interesant, dupa ce ne-am mutat in Brugge, primaria acestui oras ne-a invitat sa facem acelasi lucru, chiar daca Luca nu s-a nascut aici! Deci, ne-am dus sa mai vizitam pomisorul plantat pe 16 martie 2008 in Oostende. Pe drum, atata minunatie, incat m-am gandit s-o impartasesc cu voi. Ceata, apus de soare rasfrant in niste mori de vant, chiciura si promoroaca. Va las sa va bucurati de poze, ca eu am vorbit destul. Am sa pun ceva poze si din ziua in care am plantat pomul (un stejarel falnic, asa ca pentru un baiat voinic!), si din cele facute astazi, cu pomisorul acoperit de promoraca.

Aaaa...song of the...week...

Just a song

Mos Craciun exista!

Mos Craciun exista! Am doua dovezi fara echivoc! O viziune sau poate un vis de cand eram foarte mica, una dintre primele mele amintiri: l-am vazut pe Mos la geam, doar o secunda, dar l-am vazut! probabil tocmai pleca dupa ce mi-a lasat cadourile. Cred ca aveam 3-4 ani, si de atunci port cu mine, ferecata bine in suflet credinta ca Mosul exista...Si a doua dovada...este chiar Craciunul asta! O Doamne!! Cat e de bine sa iubesti si sa fi iubita, apreciata, adorata, si sa ti se arate asta iar si iar, in fiecare zi! Si nu vorbesc doar despre sotul meu! Rudele lui care m-au adoptat, m-au incorporat, m-au integrat,m-au omogenizat in aluatul asta dospit si cald care se cheama familie! Ma incearca sentimente greu de descris...oare chiar merit toate astea? Sau sunt rasplata celui care crede?!

Craciun fericit tuturor!

Ok...am luat leapsa si raspunsurile mele sunt am asa...(apropos, multumesc ca in sfarsit m-ai facut sa scriu!!)

1. Pai...am inceput acest blog din cauza sentimentului apasator de singuratate. Sunt departe de tara mea, si cand am plecat am lasat totul in urma, inclusiv prietenii de o viata. Nu am vrut asa, dar pur si simplu asa s-a intamplat! Fiecare ne-am ratacit in cele patru zari, incepand o viata noua. Mai pastram legatura, dar rar, iar eu fac parte dintre acei oameni pentru care prietenia este foarte importanta in universul personal si am nevoie de contact permanent cu cei dragi. Desi sunt o fire sociabila, nu imi fac usor prieteni, in sensul ca nu gasesc cai de comunicare cu oricine (este defectul meu), iar blogul prezinta avantajul de a deschide sau inchide usi la modul elegant, fara sa ranesti pe nimeni, sau fara sa inoportunezi pe nimeni cu prezenta ta (ori viceversa), fara sa fie nevoie sa trimiti direct pe cineva, undeva, daca este cazul...pentru cine este lipsit de darul diplomatiei (asa ca mine), blogul este o binecuvantare, scutindu-te de a pune sau a te pune intr-o siuatie jenanta. As fi vrut ca raspunsul meu sa fi fost mai matur, mai frumos, dar trebuie sa fiu sincera! Pana acum, am fost pur si smplu paralizata de ideea de a incepe sa postez pe blogul meu. L-am pastrat foarte succint...si daca nu ar fi fost aceasta provocare de la o persoana pe care o apreciez foarte mult, poate ca as fi amanat din nou sa scriu. Deci, daca gasiti ca sunt cam dura pe la colturi, cut me some slack cum spune englezul, adica fiti putin ingaduitori, pentru ca sunt noua in bransa si lipsita de experienta.
2. Ce vreau eu prin blogul meu? Cred ca vreau ce vrea majoritatea lumii care are blog. Ar fi minunat sa construiesc un cerc de prieteni, de oameni care se plac, comunica, sunt acolo unul pentru celalalt, chiar si in spatele blogului, sau afara din blogosfera (parca asa se spune), si sa desavarseasca in viata reala ceea ca au inceput in cea virtuala. Prea indraznet?
3. Ce astept eu de la blogul meu? Cam ceea ce am scris mai inainte, sa fie unealta, nu, mai bine spus locul unde oamenii vin impreuna sa se atinga, sa se arate, sa gaseasca!