I will bake Chinese fortune cookies. and put in all of them messages of happiness, love and fun. And I will eat one that says: ‘in the first month of the new year, you will have coffee with a mysterious sexy stranger ‘. Then, I will have a good enough pretext to ask you out.
And thus a new friendship will begin. Because I need more friends. And more…
oricat de bine scrise, nu imi plac distopiile. i find them… unsettling.
they(the guys at facebook causes) say my birthday’s coming up soon and they ask me to think about a wishlist and post it. but i don’t know what i want, so please can you help me write that wishlist? what do you think i should ask for? what would you ask for if you were me? what do you wish for me?
i’ll take into consideration your comments: i’ll choose three that i like the most and do my best to make those wishes come true. for me and for the one who posted it.
so: what can You do about it????
I miss them. I miss a love like theirs.
I miss believing in love and happiness and butterflies and pink unicorns and colored balloons and all the pretty stuff little girls dream about. I’m a non-believer. A sad one. Tired. Bored. Boring. I’m a fool for thinking for so long that I can save myself, or that I’ll find someone to save me and to heal me. I’m done. I’m done waiting and hoping and trying and failing.
dar asta nu e o noutate. vreau multe si nu toate marunte: vreau sa vina primavara, vreau sa am timp sa citesc toate cartile din lume, vreau sa ma plimb, vreau o pisica, vreau sa dorm maine pana la 10 ziua….
dar acum ar trebui sa spun de ce vreau minunatia asta: un ipad. ce poate fi mai simplu; ca sa pot sa imi car biblioteca dupa mine oriunde. pentru ca nu am liniste, nu pot sa ma stabilesc la casa mea, ma plictisesc imediat ce am stat mai mult de 6 luni linistita. si mi-as dori ca toata viata mea sa incapa in doua valize. dar…ce ne facem cu cartile – aceste atat de scumpe mie accesorii, mereu noi si la moda? pai…daca as avea un mic ipad, mi-as purta biblioteca cu mine, ca un melc cu casuta in spate; as lua-o oriunde: la cafea, in oras cu fetele, la munca, in vacanta, la tara….
PS: postul asta e scris pt campania Quickmobile. N-am castigat ever o tombola, dar who knows?1 la carti n-am avut noroc, in dragoste am renuntat sa mai sper, poate se intampla vreo minune, se aliniaza planetele, intra luna in constelatia mea (ca tot e 19 martie azi 
) si se intampla imposibilul. asa ca sper.
vine iar februarie. si nici anul asta nu fac ceea ce mi-am promis de atatia ani. nu sunt acolo unde ar trebui sa fiu.
februarie. si tema recurenta pe care o regasesc oriunde privesc mai mult de 5 minute: mastile. de carnaval.
februarie trebuia sa insemne venetia. carnaval. rochii de epoca, dantele, masca, mister, senzualitate, romantism. dar nu e. nici anul asta.
ma intreb cat timp voi mai lasa sa treaca pana cand voi incepe sa imi traiesc viata. aia pe care o visez. cat timp voi mai reusi sa ma mint ca pot sa inghet timpul, ca nici saptamana asta nu se pune, o luna intarziere nu conteaza, anul asta tb sa fac asta pt ca tb…dar la anu’….
tu te-ai mintit vreodata asa, singur, asteptand sa incepi sa traiesti de maine, un maine ce nu mai vine niciodata?
i feel like i’m sleeping, and my real life will begin only when i wake up. but it seems i can’t wake up and i go on sleeping another day and another and another….
life is dull. if i let it be. yet i intend to spice it at least a little bit: a teaspoon of ginger, a dust of nutmeg, some cinnamon. and the icing…as white as clouds, dotted with lively-coloured little joys of everyday life.
new year’s resolutions? not really new, cause they’ve been there in the back of my mind since forever… I’m gonna try to cook more, to laugh more, to love more, i’m gonna allow myself to discover who i really am and what i need and want from life, i’m gonna see the world (every day through new eyes). i’m gonna try to be happy.
I guess I miss you. After all this time, in spite of everything. I can’t keep running from you. But the question stays: are we ment to be? or were we just a summer fling, on a white beach, away from real life?
zilele au trecut pe langa mine si prin mine dense, ascutite, pline de raspunsuri. Am ramas in urma asemeni unui nor imprastiat. In loc de intrebari au ramas dileme, negari, certitudini. Nesigurante. Aceeasi eu. Aceiasi voi. Si totusi nimic nu mai e la fel. Nu stiu daca ruptura dintre noi s-a produs, s-a largit sau dimpotriva s-au intins poduri peste ea.
De pe dulap, leul imi zambeste pufos. Prin telefon, Motor imi toarce fericita in brate. Azi a mirosit a primavara. Maine ma reinventez. Lumea mea incape intr-un fulg de zapada la rastimpuri; apoi creste monstruos si imi zdrobeste capul.
Intr-un an ce parea al ordinii, sunt acaparata constant de haosuri. Care vor sa ma inghita. Ma tin rasucita in jururl lor. Cu greu reusesc sa imi regasesc un firav echilibru; ma mentin intr-un fir impletit in doua. Si uneori sunt tentata sa il tai. Atunci insa…ce s-ar alege de mine? Vartejurile fiecarei clipe m-ar imprastia; m-as pierde chiar si de mine…
