I had a terrible day at work...can't explain really why...but it was crappy and when I finally got out of there I really hoped to have some fun and I went to the mall to see a movie.
Of course that being Wednesday night the entire mall was full and everyone was at the line to buy movie tickets.
Of course we had to sweat 15 minutes at the damn line to buy some tickets.
Of course the movie we wanted to see was sold out and we had to buy front row seats to another movie.
All of these I somehow expected to happen...I handled them well, but what happened afterward needs to be told.
On my way home, after parking my car, I realized that I couldn't find the key. Fortunately for me my flat mates were home and I could get in. After searching the room for about 15 minutes, I decided to go to check the car too. NOTHING. No clue of what had happened with my key. i tried to remember what I had done the day before. Still NOTHING. I went through all the drawers and at the end I found it. I' m usually getting anxious when searching for something I should find easily.
After getting rid of that stress I took a shower and being very tired I was getting ready for bed. before I go to sleep I check my phone to see if the alarm clock is set for the next day. And then, surprise...the phone was gone. as usually I took my other phone and called myself on the other number. The phone was not in the room. Went again to the car, called again...the phone was not in the car either. Then I realized I have lost it at the cinema. I was already making planes of buying a new phone. But I was feeling terrible about all the phone numbers so I tried to call again...and I was surprised someone answered to my phone...it was the manager of the cinema, telling me that the staff has found my phone and that I could go and retrieve it...and that's how at almost midnight I was wandering the mall in search of my "precious" phone.
I should keep them all hanging on my neck as I used to keep the key in the first grade so I won't lose them again.
I usually learn from my mistakes...so hope to be more careful in the future.
Love u. Take care.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Martisor
Today is first of March, the simbolic begining of spring. Unfortunatly otside it's still snowing and there's no sign of better weather any time soon.
Mărțișor, marţ and mărțiguș are all names for the red and white (or black and white, also blue and white) string, from which usually a small decoration is tied, and which is offered by people on the 1st day of March. Giving this talisman to other people is an old custom, and it is believed that the one who wears the red and white string will be powerful and healthy for the year to come. It is also a symbol of the coming spring. Usually, women wear it pinned to their blouses for the first 12 days of this month, until other certain spring celebrations, or until the bloom of certain fruit-trees. In some regions, a gold or silver coin is hanged from the string, which they wear it around the neck. After wearing it for a certain period of time, they buy red wine and sweet cheese with the coin, according to the belief that their faces would remain beautiful and white as cheese, and rubicund as the red wine, for the entire year.
In modern times, the Mărțișor lost most of its talisman properties and became more of a symbol of friendship and love, appreciation and respect. The black threads were replaced with red, but the delicate wool ropes are still a ‘cottage industry’ among the country people. They still comb out the wool, dye the floss, and twist it into thousands of tassels. In certain areas the amulets are still made with black and white ropes, for warding off evil.
Love u. Take care.
Mărțișor is a traditional celebration of the beginning of Spring, on 1 March. The name Mărțișor is the diminutive of marț, the old folk name for March(Martie, in modern Romanian), and thus literally means "little" or "dear March". It is also the folk name for this month.
Mărțișor, marţ and mărțiguș are all names for the red and white (or black and white, also blue and white) string, from which usually a small decoration is tied, and which is offered by people on the 1st day of March. Giving this talisman to other people is an old custom, and it is believed that the one who wears the red and white string will be powerful and healthy for the year to come. It is also a symbol of the coming spring. Usually, women wear it pinned to their blouses for the first 12 days of this month, until other certain spring celebrations, or until the bloom of certain fruit-trees. In some regions, a gold or silver coin is hanged from the string, which they wear it around the neck. After wearing it for a certain period of time, they buy red wine and sweet cheese with the coin, according to the belief that their faces would remain beautiful and white as cheese, and rubicund as the red wine, for the entire year.
In modern times, the Mărțișor lost most of its talisman properties and became more of a symbol of friendship and love, appreciation and respect. The black threads were replaced with red, but the delicate wool ropes are still a ‘cottage industry’ among the country people. They still comb out the wool, dye the floss, and twist it into thousands of tassels. In certain areas the amulets are still made with black and white ropes, for warding off evil.
Nowadays evrything with a little white and red string can be considered a martisor. The merchants take advantage of the meaning of this day in order to gain as much as possible.
For some years now, I just wear a string around my wrist as a bracelet and I think that is enough.
Love u. Take care.
Friday, 25 February 2011
If the spring does't come to us...
It's almost the end of february and the winter is giving its last punch: cold weather, wind and snow...it would all be great somewhere else, but not in Bucharest, where everything moves in slow motion.
As I watch out the window at the white cover of snow I can't help thinking that in 2 weeks from now I'm going to be at 25 degrees celsius...so if the spring doesn't come to us...we go to her:) 15 more days and i will change my winter coat with sunscreen.
Tic-tac...
Love u. Take care.
As I watch out the window at the white cover of snow I can't help thinking that in 2 weeks from now I'm going to be at 25 degrees celsius...so if the spring doesn't come to us...we go to her:) 15 more days and i will change my winter coat with sunscreen.
Tic-tac...
Love u. Take care.
Monday, 21 February 2011
Regii soselelor
Cand sunt nervoasa simt nevoia de a ma exprima in romana...se intelege mai bine mesajul.
Weekendul trecut am fost in Braila. Nu pot sa ma laud cu poze sau povesti nemuritoare pentru ca a fost incredibil de frig si majoritatea timpului ni l-am petrecut in interior. Ceea ce vreau insa sa povestesc nu are nici o legatura cu Braila, este o chestie care mi se intampla destul de des si presupun ca si multora dintre voi care sunteti soferi.
Am plecat spre Braila sambata dimineata, pe A2, celebra autostrada a soarelui, pe unde batea vantu, si la propriu si la figurat. Eu deja m-am obisnuit, datorita pilotului automat sa merg cu o viteza constanta si mai ales legala si avand in vedere ca era libera soseaua mergeam pe banda intai.
La un momentdat ma trezesc in fundul meu, ca sa intelegeti, cu o masina care dadea flesh-uri de parca era sfarsitul lumii. Bai fratii mei albastri (cum ar zice un coleg de serviciu), sunt eu nebuna sau ce naiba se intampla cu oamenii astia??? Sa fim clari nu am nimic impotriva datului unui flesh, sa te vada omu ca esti acolo si ca ai masina mai desteapta sau ca vrei sa ajungi mai repede, dar cand li se lipeste mana stanga de semnalizatorul pentru faruri de parca le-ar fi luat masa sosea ma apuca draci. Aaaa...si mai e o chestie, de obicei se trezesc sa dea flashuri toti taranii cu LOGAN (nu am nimic cu masina, dar cred ca majoritatea masinilor sunt conduse de tarani).
Cam atat:)
Weekendul trecut am fost in Braila. Nu pot sa ma laud cu poze sau povesti nemuritoare pentru ca a fost incredibil de frig si majoritatea timpului ni l-am petrecut in interior. Ceea ce vreau insa sa povestesc nu are nici o legatura cu Braila, este o chestie care mi se intampla destul de des si presupun ca si multora dintre voi care sunteti soferi.
Am plecat spre Braila sambata dimineata, pe A2, celebra autostrada a soarelui, pe unde batea vantu, si la propriu si la figurat. Eu deja m-am obisnuit, datorita pilotului automat sa merg cu o viteza constanta si mai ales legala si avand in vedere ca era libera soseaua mergeam pe banda intai.
La un momentdat ma trezesc in fundul meu, ca sa intelegeti, cu o masina care dadea flesh-uri de parca era sfarsitul lumii. Bai fratii mei albastri (cum ar zice un coleg de serviciu), sunt eu nebuna sau ce naiba se intampla cu oamenii astia??? Sa fim clari nu am nimic impotriva datului unui flesh, sa te vada omu ca esti acolo si ca ai masina mai desteapta sau ca vrei sa ajungi mai repede, dar cand li se lipeste mana stanga de semnalizatorul pentru faruri de parca le-ar fi luat masa sosea ma apuca draci. Aaaa...si mai e o chestie, de obicei se trezesc sa dea flashuri toti taranii cu LOGAN (nu am nimic cu masina, dar cred ca majoritatea masinilor sunt conduse de tarani).
Cam atat:)
Friday, 11 February 2011
It's all about the strategy
Last night I went out...I usually don't do it in the middle of the day, but last night I did it. I don't want to say what a great time I had, because the "greatest" lesson of them all I learned it at the end, on the way back home.
When I exit the club, looking for a cab, we asked the first driver we saw if he took us home, but right in the moment when we wanted to get on the cab a guy just opened the front door and got in the cab with the excuse he was the one who called him. OK (we said)...and as we where backing away trying to find another cab he told us we can share it if we are on the same way..."fortunately" for us we were having the same way back...so we got in the cab.
There are no words and no need to discribe this guy...because after a few minutes on our way, he called someone and the following conversation occured:
"My pants are in your car....and how am I suposed to pay the cab?"
On the back seat we struggled not to burst into laughter and assured him that we are going to pay for the cab fare.
He got out of the car at the middle of our way home assuring us that next time we see each other in the club he will buy us drinks.
Looking forword to those drinks:))
Love u. Take care.
When I exit the club, looking for a cab, we asked the first driver we saw if he took us home, but right in the moment when we wanted to get on the cab a guy just opened the front door and got in the cab with the excuse he was the one who called him. OK (we said)...and as we where backing away trying to find another cab he told us we can share it if we are on the same way..."fortunately" for us we were having the same way back...so we got in the cab.
There are no words and no need to discribe this guy...because after a few minutes on our way, he called someone and the following conversation occured:
"My pants are in your car....and how am I suposed to pay the cab?"
On the back seat we struggled not to burst into laughter and assured him that we are going to pay for the cab fare.
He got out of the car at the middle of our way home assuring us that next time we see each other in the club he will buy us drinks.
Looking forword to those drinks:))
Love u. Take care.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Happy postcrossing!
I am not a collector in the right sense of the word, but a few weeks ago my friend, Lavinia, initiated me in the world of postcrossing.
The goal of this project is to allow people to receive postcards from all over the world, for free. Well, almost free! The main idea is that: if you send a postcard, you will receive at least one back from a random Postcrosser from somewhere in the world.
The element of surprise of receiving postcards from different places in the world (many of which you probably have never heard of) can turn your mailbox into a box of surprises - and who wouldn't like that?
It wasn't exacly the thrill of receiving mail from foreigners that attracted my attention but more the fact that I will have the chance to discover new and interesting places in this world.
Yesterday evening I have discovered in the mail the first postcard...it was from Istanbul, a city I have refused to visit last year even though a friend continously insised on it...and now she even told me that receiving the first card from Istanbul is a sign I definetly have to visit it.
At this moment I have 8 postcards sent, 5 of which are still travelling. Can't wait to receive more and more postcards:)
Love u. Take care.
The goal of this project is to allow people to receive postcards from all over the world, for free. Well, almost free! The main idea is that: if you send a postcard, you will receive at least one back from a random Postcrosser from somewhere in the world.
The element of surprise of receiving postcards from different places in the world (many of which you probably have never heard of) can turn your mailbox into a box of surprises - and who wouldn't like that?
It wasn't exacly the thrill of receiving mail from foreigners that attracted my attention but more the fact that I will have the chance to discover new and interesting places in this world.
Yesterday evening I have discovered in the mail the first postcard...it was from Istanbul, a city I have refused to visit last year even though a friend continously insised on it...and now she even told me that receiving the first card from Istanbul is a sign I definetly have to visit it.
At this moment I have 8 postcards sent, 5 of which are still travelling. Can't wait to receive more and more postcards:)
Love u. Take care.
Friday, 4 February 2011
Once in a while...
"Once in a while...someone comes along and changes everything you believe about yourself"
Nice actors...nice movie...wonderful story...totally recommend it.
Love u. Take care.
Nice actors...nice movie...wonderful story...totally recommend it.
Love u. Take care.
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