Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Relationships are just like journeys. Some are short. Others are long-lasting. Some are fruitful, rich. Others are painful and “effervescent”. Some have a destination. Others are tightly wrapped. Trustful ones. Kinky ones. Plain or empty ones. They all exist. Moreover, there are many “love affairs” that finish right on the eve of happy holidays. Still, I am not capable to explain this phenomenon. But I've noticed that. Santa Claus, the old man with rosy cheeks, bombastic belly and swollen nose brings a pair of shoes for everyone. You may receive a pair of shining, glazed, charming boots. Or you may be gifted with a pair of discolored shoes with no heel pieces, no sole, no decorations, no spark. The heaviest and the XXXL-st you have ever seen!
- What now? Who's the culprit? Why me?
Yes, I know. Separation is like a little death. It is very painful, burning, awful when you see your heart breaking and can't heal it. You feel weak. Exhausted. The tumultuous avalanche of feelings, agony and torment of love strangulate every millimeter of your body and mind. In fact, you can trundle and trample your suffering, emotions and sentiments... but not your Dignity. Never!
- “Damn it! What dignity? I love him!” will shriek a lot of you.
- You do! He - doesn't! Any more questions?
Dignity is like a skeleton. A bundle of bones that must be kept always vertically. By all means. That's the ingredient you need the most for bringing into being a durable and beautiful love-story. And if you leave it to break down, bid farewell to your happiness. Terrible, isn't it? Oh yes! Especially when you wake up too late surrounded by 12 yawning cats, 13 fluffy dogs and dozens of talkative parrots that imitate in unison the ring of an old-fashioned telephone.
Now, from that moment when you hear “We must separate! I don't love you anymore”, “I have another woman”, this is it. You proudly raise your mandible from the table without spelling a word. Then you delicately take your handbag, look in the mirror, you sensually “paint” your lips with that red glittered lipstick. You strive to boldly claim “Thank you!” like a real lady and gently close the door. Be a real heroine! A real Jeanne d’Arc! Don’t let him notice a tear in your eyes! Pass by a few bus stations and then start crying. Cry in all tonalities and volumes available. Let your coat generously tremble on you! Don’t be ashamed of those 200 pairs of eyes that goggle at you! Cry, baby! Cry me a river! Otherwise you may face a “delectable” infarct!
Another option is to call all your friends. Just to lament. Cry. Laugh. You dispose of an hour to make your fellows be well up in your emotional catastrophe and then let them entertain you. Let the celebration start! You will fall asleep with a happy mood and the idea of Armageddon will not torture you… until morning at least…
Disappear from his life! Forever- ever!
No more emails, calls, letters imbued with ocular secretions, no more research, investigation and you'd better leave the opera glasses of your grandmother in that cupboard. Be absent, passive...He will be really intrigued. The fact that you are not available anymore for him shows that you are not interested in wasting your time on someone who doesn’t want to talk to you. That's what I call dignity. And the dignity is respected.
Make yourself comfortable and look after your own life!
But in the most awful moments... during those dull moments of internal and infernal war... (but they will be) think that you don’t deserve a man who makes you feel like that… unhappy, in love, with a swollen face and a red nose full of salted tears… I don’t think you have to try this taste! No more!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
with an open door.
for the bird.
Now place the canvas against a tree
in a garden,
in a wood
or in a forest.
Hide behind the tree
without a word, without a move.
Sometimes the bird comes quickly
but it could also take long years
before she makes up her mind.
One must not get discouraged.
One must await.
If need be await years
the speed or the slowness of the arrival of bird
being utterly unrelated
to the success of the painting.
When the bird comes,
if she comes
observe the most profound silence,
wait for the bird to enter the cage
and when it is in
with the brush gently close the door
erase every single bar, one by one
being careful not to touch any of the bird's feathers.
Then make the portrait of the tree
choosing the most beautiful of its branches
for the bird.
Paint also the green foliage and the crispness of the wind,
the dust of the sun
and the noise of the grass animals in the summer heat
and then wait until the bird decides to sing.
If the bird does not sing
it is a bad sign.
Asign that the painting is bad.
But if it sings, it is a good sign.
A sign that you can sign.
Then you tear off very gently
one of the feathers of the bird
and you write your name in one of the corners of the painting.
When it comes to me... These verses put a spell on me... So warm, sensible, colorful, peaceful... That's my mood today!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
It's the very time to focus on other facial creams...
One more candle on the cake...
Wishes... bouquets of roses... smiles... moments of happiness... delicious dishes... extra attention... gifts... pictures...
"Today I can be the bad girl. It's my birthday!"
"Of course! We perfectly understand that! It's your birthday!"
And I like this posture very much!
I love this date. I like this number. I love my parents and I am just happy for being me - a 89% Saggitarius!
Kim Basinger, Horace, Diego Rivera, Mikey Robins, Teri Lynn Hatcher, Sinead O'Connor... me... so insignificant for others, so precious for others. So little but with soooo many... dreams... And so happy!
Let your wishes come true, XOXO!
Thank you, Diver and your relaxing Deep Realm for my "Blogging Friends Forever" nomination.
Thank you, A'Jay and your dainty Realm for my "Superior Scribbler Award".
It was a very pleasant surprise for me to be appreciated by you, comrades-in-blogging - interesting, original, wise individuals "equipped" with vividness, hilarity and peace in soul.
Actually, I don't have too many friends whom I could reward...
From what I have...
NB. I am a very fair and objective teacher or member of jury ;)
So, to my mind, the BFF Award goes to diver, A'Jay, angel, Marshmallow26 and Mix Mode. These people were my first visitors (first 4) and they are the most precious to me. "Friends are like wine; they get better with age." So, I prefer old wines.
Mix is failry new to my blog and I also enjoy his writings.
Now you who has received the nomination, make sure you pass it on to:
• five nominees (whose acceptance is optional);
• four of whom should be dedicated followers of your blog;
• one of whom has to be someone fairly new to your blog and live in another part of the world;
• all of whom must link back to whoever gave them the award.
The Superior Scribbler Award goes undoubtedly to diver, A'Jay and mountain girl... As sure as eggs is eggs! I really like the way they write.
This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The ribbon was cut, the nominations have been already distributed! Now, let's continue blogging bringing into being more creative moments and finery!
Monday, December 1, 2008
It's famous for:
Transylvania with its Bran Castle, Dracula, vampires...
Nicolae Ceausescu with his Palace of the Parliament (the largest building in Europe and the world's second largest administrative building behind the Pentagon; 10% larger by volume than the Great Pyramid of Giza)...
Nadia Elena Comăneci (November 12, 1961) - famous gymnast, winner of 5
Gheorghe Hagi – “The Maradona of the Carpathians”, a hero in his homeland as well as in Turkey...
O-zone, ladies and gentlemen! In fact, a Moldavian pop music trio (but this country claims it 's theirs) that gained notoriety for their song "Dragostea Din Tei". One of its ex-members is Dan Balan (Crazy Loop).
NB. Rihanna sampled the song in her new hit "Live Your Life".
“The bearer of death on the highway” - Dacia – the best affair (cheap and easy to maintain)...
How about their traditional costumes?
One more suggestion. Today, the 1st of December is its 90th National Birthday! Ergo, all you who have friends in this country, don't forget to congratulate them!
La multi ani, Romania!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
That happened today! When the first pieces of winter "embellished" the air in my region. That was so wonderful! Soooo... Fa-buuu-lous!!! Like in a fairy tale.
- Snowflakes! Look outside! It's snowing, a co-worker shouted.
- Geeeee! Snowflakes!!!
And the glad news was heralded to all those who hadn't noticed yet the beautiful party behind the window. We were so happy. Like children. I was wearing a smile from here to... let it be Australia! And that's great when you feel joyful because of some playful, minuscule buddies whirling in the air...
The fall has almost faded away... No more pieces of autumn, no more leaves, no more birds, no bees or vivid colors... No more smiles on people's faces. Grey and black garments, pinkish cheeks and noses... long nights and "castrated" facial expressions...
But soon... very soon...
Just a few twenty-four-hours and Its Majesty Winter knocks at the door...and then...
Again - FIESTA!!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I've spent my yesterday not alone. Accompanied by 5 of my friends. 5 interesting ladies. Cute, intelligent, wise, all different and joyful. When we make such gatherings we do have a lot to discuss. Starting with our jobs, hobbies, relatives, common friends and ending with our future plans and men, each of us has the chance to express herself. We comment, criticize, advice, recommend, laugh, support and go crazy. It's a kind of bee or evening sitting of village women... With champagne, cognac or Baileys... Some exotic fruits and chocolate... Voila! - the atmosphere for relaxation and enjoyment is guaranteed...
Yesterday was a special brainstorming. Totally dedicated to men. To our boyfriends and their cranks. In fact, all our encounters end up with stories about our beloved owners of testicles.
Generally, Martians are very ingenious. They have pounds of fun in them and they do things that we, ladies can't comprehend but accept. As namely these whim-whams make our life spicier and entertaining.
For instance, Irene's boyfriend likes to periodically gift her with sensual dances:
"- But, amies! Clowns go to rest! He makes it so... seriously! He has a big, bombastic belly that truly makes me laugh. He looks like one of those mysterious chiefs who allures his tribe through this fascinating dance and seductive bass drum... He really thinks his striptease turns me on! Well, it's not really so. A few feathers around the waist, a sparkling lance in his hand and he's perfect for being departed in the savage world. His tantalizing motions will make native women be on cloud nine... And moreover, continues she, he adores to look at the microwave glass door carefully. He eagerly stares at that tasteful piece of meat that temptingly rotates in the oven. He takes a chair, sits down and without diverting attention from the microwave's display gazes after it. He looks like watching a very interesting, frantic, absorbing movie! That's extremely amusing...”
Dana's ex-boyfriend used to twitch his eyebrows when was dissatisfied and angry. After such a quarrel, Dana looked at him more attentively... My lovely mom! Mona Lisa in propria persona! Just a pair of straws... Afterwards, he was taking Danutsa's brown mascara to restore his arrow-shaped ornaments.
Attention! The best from the West! Angelique's boyfriend is the most ingenious and waggish. If he goes to bed nude he will make sure his "treasure" is rolled in a handkerchief. “Perhaps he is afraid I will accidentally tear it in the midnight! I asked him why does he wear this fabric on his rod and he told me he can't sleep in the costume of Adam. Aside from this habit, he loves to dry up his “adorable” testicles. He uses to sit on a chair, move his legs apart hanging all this stuff... and pulling them... To dry them out. Sort of like. Meanwhile I am eating, for example. Very appetizing...”
Angelique's man is unicum!
Mine, ladies and gentlemen is a good boy. He is obedient. Wise. Kind and tender. Optimistic. But lazy... Damn it! I hate this trait! He likes to sleeeeeeep a lot. You'd better stay away from him if he hadn't savored a piece of chicken or pork yet. One more drawback - he's very greedy when it comes to compliments.
In contempt of all his negative traits my man has a very beautiful belly-button. Every time I want to play with it I find there a surprise for me. Fuzz, fluff, a piece of thread... This opening is a kind of storage case. Strategically designed to surprise!
My boyfriend has a special approach to my breasts. Of course, he would like to titillate Pam's boobs or at least one size bigger than mine. But, appreciate what God has gifted you with! 2 jewelries - Mariah Carey (the right one) and Celine Dion (the left one which is smaller than Mariah). No doubts! His favorite is Mariah! I don't remember why he has christened them like that. They don't sing.
Furthermore, when he's playing computer games he broils, feels deeply and suffers so much that it hurts me. Still I can't abstain from wondering of his reactions. He makes such a doleful face and shrieks like a wounded buffalo! One evening I was speaking with my Mom on the phone and Mamma Mia! Such a 600-floored obscenity! I was electrified! My mom was shocked! “- It's ok, Mom. He was shot in Counter-Strike. Don't worry. He'll be good.”
If we will spend more time on searching for other “flashes” of our men, we would find more and more. Cause all they are unique walking maggots. Freakies who make our quotidian life more hilarious. Enjoyable. Funny.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
On the branches of the trees birds were peacefully sitting in the shadow. Most of them were sleeping. Others were meditating...
Suddenly a dandy baby sparrow shook its head and posed a philosophical question: “What is life?”
The park woke up in a jiffy. All those around were surprised at how difficult the question was for a baby. However, they decided to explain the definition of this word. It was a kind of brainstorming...
An elegant rose just came out. Opening its innocent, perfect petals it said: “Life is an opening!”
A vivid butterfly that just sat on the flower's blood-red petals claimed: “Life is freedom!”
A handsome dandelion smiled at the sun. Its suave body and beautiful capillary adornment were dancing lazily in the playful wind. Greeting friendly the wind the thin flower trembled and groaned: “Life is evanescence.... bingo!.... just evanescence!”
Down there, on the ground an ant was heavily carrying a straw of wheat. The burden was ten times bigger than the insect itself. It stopped for a while then drew a sigh of relief: “Life is nothing else than hard work and effort.”
Up there, high in the sky an eagle was majestically wandering around and shrieked: “Life is height and freedom! I partially agree with the butterfly.”
Then a soothing rain has come and whispered: “Life is tears. Only tears!”
The definitions were so different. The debate was in full swing. The grass, bees, clouds, trees and even a tired lost dog – all they have tried to find the right definition for the word “life”. The baby sparrow, confused and exhausted, was already dreaming the 3rd dream while the creatures around were still thinking of life.
The night has come. A bright star beneath the moon uttered while snoring: “Life is brightness!”
A man was walking on the empty street with tomorrow in his mind. “Life is a continuous search for happiness... And a crowd of disappointments...”, whispered the man.
The night went away. The dawn has comfortably “parked” itself and said: “I am the beginning of the day that comes while life is the beginning of the eternity…”
Still people ask themselves what life is. To my mind life, death and love... can't be defined. One thing is clear: Life is a gift from God that should be appreciated, loved and lived.
Now I am asking myself, what will be your answer if I would ask you “For you, what does life represent?”
Monday, November 10, 2008
4 candles were burning in an empty room... It was a pleasant atmosphere... Warm... Silence... So soft that you could hear them talking:
- I am Peace. But today people are so angry, envious, violent... They've forgotten about my existence..., complained the 1st candle.
Gradually the flame diminished and ... went out.
- My name is Faith. People claim they live peacefully without me. I think there is no reason for me to burn. While saying that the 2nd candle went out, too.
- I am Love. I am so unhappy. People can't love anymore. They put me aside. They can't even love them-selves... - these were the last words spelled by Love (the 3rd candle). It went out.
At that moment a little girl came in. She saw those 3 unlit candles and said:
- Oh! Why aren't you burning? You have to burn! Disappointed the kid began to cry...
But the 4th candle spoke:
- No, no, no! Don't cry, little kid! Don't be afraid! As long as I burn you can relight the other candles. I am Hope!
Thus, happy and serene the child took the sparkling Hope in her hand and lighted Peace, Faith and Love!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
The Syrup of Tears in the Nose (for pessimists, about soap operas and dramas)
Second Hand Harley (second hand stuff)
The Elegant Teaspoon (vessels)
The Heterosexual Armchair (furniture for all)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
or Happiness Depends on Us ...
Once upon a time there was a widower who had 2 daughters. Both ladies were very intelligent and inquisitive. They used to pose lots of questions to their father... The man always tried to come with reliable answers, explanations, facts and examples... However, there were so many things he didn't know...
Being a responsible and lovely father the man decided to offer his daughters the best education values.
Thus, one fine day, he sent his curious girls to one of his friends who was a very wise person. A kind of Osho - one who was capable to give an answer to every question and to the most complicated puzzles. He was a walking encyclopedia.
One sunny day when both ladies were wandering around the blossomed orchard one of the girls caught a beautiful butterfly. She decided to use it for fooling the wise man.
- What are you going to do with it? - asked her sister.
- I will hide the butterfly in my hands. Then I will ask the man whether the insect is alive or dead. If he says that it's dead, I'll open my hands and Voila!- the playful butterfly. I'll let it fly away.
If he says it's alive I will simply squeeze and squash the insect. Haa! This time we will deceive him! Got you!
So said, so done. Ladies came closer to the mild man who was meditating at that moment.
- Here I have a vivid butterfly. Tell me, wise man, is it dead or alive?
Peaceful and serene the wise man smiled at his little "interviewer" and said:
- It depends on you... It's in your hands...
This story deals with our present and future, too. We are the only one who are in charge of our decisions and further steps. Our life is in our hands. Like the vivid butterfly. What are you going to do with it?! - that depends only on you!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Make a family album.
.....Bring a smile to everyone. Hug.
Go out for a walk. Help a poor man.....
.....Talk to God. Let your inner child play.
Count the stars. Imitate someone you adore. .....
.... Finish a project. Think. Apply to be a volunteer.
Sing.... Be happy. Make someone feel comfortable.....
Pamper yourself in a bubbly bath. Do someone a favor.
.....Listen to the birds' chirp. Continue a family tradition.
Keep your promises. Smile. Ask for help. Be gentle. Run...
Dream with open eyes. Switch off the TV and talk. Say «Yes!»....
....Laugh. Listen to a friend. Toy with your favorite toy. Promise.
Jump over the skipping rope. Help. Change your hair-do.
.... «Envy» - forget this word. Admire. Love your parents.....
Dance. Help your neighbor. Fondle a child who suffers.
....Forbid yourself to say «I can't» during a day. Seize the day!
Display your happiness. Make a gift. Accept a compliment.....
Let a puppy from the street enter your house and soul.
Feed it! Talk to it! Protect and save it! Be curious. Cry.....
....Look through old pictures. Imagine the sea's waves.
Make a mistake. Forgive. Thank God for sun.....
.....Call your friends. Tell someone «I miss you!»
Start a new day. Don't be angry today!....
..Never forget you are not alone.
Wipe your tears away...
Glorify a good deed.
Write a poetry.
Plant a tree.
Cook a cake.
Read a fairy tale.
Go on the swings.
Thank those who accept you.