Acum catva timp, am avut-o pe catelusa Luna la noi in gazda. A fost ditamai aventura, atat pentru ea cat si pentru noi. Iata povestea unui weekend de dog-sitting, in varianta catelusei Luna. “Calma si oarecum pasiva, priveam formele care se derulau in jur cand masina s-a oprit. Nu stiu unde ajunsesem. Undeva nou, oricum. M-a luat in brate si […]
“Oh boy, it was a huge space-ship looking like VW Passat which was parked facing the wall. So obviously to drive it out, I had to reverse. On the gear shift, for reversing it was shown the same direction as for the first gear. I lifted the gear shift (as I did so many times with all the cars that I had driven before) and moved the gear shift towards left and then forward, believing that the car will get into reverse mode. Well, it didn’t. It kept getting closer and closer to the wall.” I got my driving license while I was still in the early years of undergraduate. Back then I had the time to study for this and it was fairly cheap to do the driving school in Romania (especially if you compare the Belgian fees for driving schools and test ). Then after I succeeded my driving license test, I just kept my driving license in the pocket and displayed it as a “good to know” item on the CV. I had no car of my own and dad was never around to drive his car, hence I did not practised my new skills. I continued to be a pedestrian for another 7 years, both in Romania and Belgium. When I moved to Brussels, there was really no other mean of transport available than the public transportation. Then I got a job wich came with […]
1) At the gym, a rather corpulent guy (so I don’t say fat) was doing some cardio on the cross-trainer. While he was exercising, he was watching a program on food. It was one of those shows where some guys cook all kind of tasty-looking like dishes that make you crave them and that you can almost taste them. It was just hilarious, as if “I want to lose weight, but I am keeping an eye on the food to see what I am missing”! 2) A woman who was supposed to be careful with money, as her budget was rather restrained, ended up spending about 150 euros only on two pairs of shoes. On the other hand she refused going on a 1hour boat trip on one of the most beautiful, breath-taking rivers, because paying 10 euros seemed too expensive. 3) While in a 3day trip in the sunny Portugal, a woman rests on the beach admiring the beautiful navy blue of the ocean, the come and go of the waves and the little colourful cobles in the sand. She realises that instead of enjoying more of this peace and quietness given by the ocean, she had spent about 6 hours on one of the bussiest streets while doing shopping. She concludes that spending so much time on such futile activities was rather stupid. On the next day however, she spends her morning in the shops looking for bags […]
They were really intrigued today when during an informative meeting (we were celebrating a colleague’s birthday) I said “When I was a little girl I wished I were a boy”. I don’t remember the context of that conversation exactly. We must have been speaking about our childhood and how it was back then. My colleagues, mostly men, started laughing, probably thinking of all kind of sexual jokes. It was indeed a funny and intriguing statement. How come? “Well yes”, I said, “back then it was cool to be a boy than a girl, especially that I all my neighbors were boys”. And I also realize that for long time I thought it was not only cool but also a lot better to be a boy. – Boys had freedom to shout as long as they wanted while girls were reduced to silence, because it was not pretty for a girl to be shouting. – Boys were allowed to say what there was on their mind and speak up, while girls were supposed to shut up and bear – Boys could have run as much as they wanted, getting dirty while running and falling, while girls were supposed to be good, stay pretty and be clean – Boys could have played with swords, be adventurous, climb on trees, while girls were supposed to stay still, keep the clothes clean and play with their dolls When I grew older, boys were still […]
>It’s cloudy today and it’s raining. It feels like automn, provided that it is the 1st of September. The sun is somewhere hidden, almost undetactable. Adieu soleil, already? Is there a sun anymore? But what really reminds me that there is still a sun behind those thick clouds is.. nor Chimay blue or Bacardi breezer (my favourite drinks). That thing is called dancing. I started out dancing when I was around 4 or 5. I was at a party with my parents. Feeling lonely and being extremely shy, I took refuge on the side of the dance floor. Then I started hearing the rhythm and feeling it all along my body. I made a step at right and then another one at left. By the end of the night I was the attraction of the dance-floor. Ever since, when I feel down or extremely happy, I dance. It is about joy, about defeating sorrow, about encouraging myself or just to prevent depression or anxiety. With the time, I changed, so did my dancing .. a voluptuous move of the hips, curves drawn in the air by smooth hand motion, a frenetic shake of the bum, contractions of the belly, shoulder up and down. And when you’re least expecting – a kick of foot on the floor and clap. Olé!
> Got back to Romania for almost a whole month. Need to say “Hi” to a few doctors that I believe more trust-worthy and a lot cheaper, and ask them to do to me some mambo jumbo so I can be brand new. :))) I landed yesterday, after a flight with some air turbulences. When I left Belgium, the wind was blowing so hard, that I thought the car I was in would have taken off before the airplane. Getting back home was extremely adventurous. From Baneasa airport to my town – Focsani, it is more or less 3-4 hours to drive. And it was dark and cold (it’s strange how the Romanian cold has a specific smell. I smelled it as soon as I got off). It took us almost an hour to leave Bucharest. The queue of cars was huuuuge, forming a never ending constrictor snake, that moved so so so slow. Once we were on the national road, the adventures began. The first think my brother did when we got out from Baneasa/Bucharest was to put the anti-radar device. It is absolutely normal in Romania, where the roads are the biggest smugglers. We didn’t want any fine for speed excess, but in the same time we wanted to get home as soon as possible. My brother had to come back to Bucharest in the same night. (well the University requires sacrifices). The highway was extremely crowded. Some […]