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The bad red


As I was doing what I am best at and hate more, that is wait for a long time for people to arrive at the restaurant where I am seated, an SMS arrives. Looks like SMS day. This one is hilarious and it’s coming from Vava, my “dancing” friend. Her message reads “bla bla bla PS I have just learned that I was awarded the Ministry of Culture prize. In 2003. Now they called me. To come pick up my worth of money”. I wanted to laugh out loud, but I was in a restaurant. So instead I laughed on the inside.  Posted by Hello

The blue period


She beeps me (Romanian: she gives me a beep). I don’t pick up my mobile. So she sends me an SMS. It reads “Who are you?”. She is supposed to be one of T’s best friends. And this is the second time I get this SMS from her. Last time it was on New Year’s Eve. The joke is getting too old. I decide to call her. I go: “It’s me that and that (read name in full”. She goes “Who?! I don’t know you”. I go “OK (mental wink). I will tell T (read name in full) you don’t know me”. She goes “Who?!”. Now this is serious! If she does not remember T… Well, then it strikes me. “Aren’t you that and that (read name in full)?”. “No, she goes, I am (says first name and it is not T’s friend!”. I go “Sorry”, she goes “Sorry” and I hang up thinking why, oh, why? am I keeping this number for so long and it is not even the right one! Damn.  Posted by Hello

Coffee? Tea? Me?


Caught in the kitchen, while the tea packaging reads “Open here”  Posted by Hello

Getaway craving


How far could this boat take me?  Posted by Hello

My Cosmocollage


Here goes some instant gratification to the respective fans.

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Followed immediately by a visit and overnight at a rich Romanian-American senator’s (!) mansion

Dreaming that you have cancer means hopelessness, grief, self-pity, and unforgiveness. You feel you are wasting your life away. This dream also represents areas in your life which are bothering you, disturbing you, and hurting you in some emotional way.

Hear say


Is history recorded? Does somebody have a tape? a bookstore shop assistant once said, claiming he was the happiest.  Posted by Hello

Sixth scent


CK one, there is nothing like the first one.

Kenzo Homme, my try to be exotic and interesting, with a touch of spices. Task completed.

CK be, a misfortune, my right to one mistake.

Aqua di Gio, manhood becomes me and I am in love.

Herrera for men, somebody else’s attempt to making me classy. As usually, that doesn’t work.

Amen, sparkling spice, I hook the love of my life

Escape, a perfume that doesn’t last will make you think nothing really lasts

Clinique Happy, who would have thought this orange works for me. And I was.

Sander, the affair is not over

CK one summer, The Carribian for me  Posted by Hello

Desolation Angel turns Borrowed Flesh into Crossed Wires

My favourite quote from the late Borrowed Flesh is: “For the most part, I have joined the ranks of the Unhappy Waiters and Killers of Time. Oh God, are there so many of them in our land! Students who can’t be happy until they’ve graduated, servicemen who can’t be happy until they are discharged, single folks who can’t be happy until they’ve found a mate, workers who can’t be happy until they’ve retired, adolescents who aren’t happy until they’re grown, ill people who aren’t happy until they’re well, failures who aren’t happy until they succeed, restless who can’t wait until they get out of town, and in most cases, vice versa, people waiting, waiting for the world to begin.”

The electric stuff is now in Tucson.

One fight later

I am left but wondering if this blog should turn into a perpetual account of wanking and shouting…

As the year passed, barely passed I might add, I do have in mind exam-like “pass”, I was hunting for the perfect timing to let my thoughts build into character and the obvious New Year resolution.

I wrote it alright, the resolution, but it looks so lame and I am feeling so low, that we’ll leave like that for the moment.

I have however concocted a gazillion breath taking first paragraphs, if you have to know! But I am upset and started to forget. I guess, dearest readers, for better and for worse, it’s fasting times.

The good news is I started to post, as one can easily observe.