Today is Sunday. What a fun day! Even the name 'Sunday' inspires pretty-ness. It's Sunday, the Day of the Sun. It should be an active day, Yang being the Sun's symbol and representing life, energy and warmth. But nowadays Today is more of a 'Stay indoors, chill and recover' day after heavy Saturday and Friday nights. Which is more than fine in my opinion. On Sundays nothing interesting ever happens. You're too tired from the previous two days to see something interesting happening anyway. Sunday is a day when you sit in bed until 2pm and watch TV/read obsessively. After two nights of wild parties, all kinds of substance-mixes/mixing and cute guy...this is heavenly. I woke up at 9. Started thinking until all my thoughts turned into a story and the story turned into a dream and I fell asleep again. At least this time I could chose what my dream should be about. Hah! I tricked my subconscious this time! Woke up again at 12, looked out the window *Damn! This Sun of ours is taking his Day too seriously and is blinding my pretty eyes* and drank my red-whatever-fruit tea.
Tomorrow is the 1st of October. Oh boy... I know it's gonna be a looooo-andsomemoreOs-ng day. It's obvious. It's MONstruosDay, the beginning of the entire string of other awful days: Tuesday(named after the nordic god Tyr responsible for war), Wednesday(you know the lil' girl from The Adams Family who was...well...just creepy), Thursday(come on...doesn't Black Thursday mean anything to you? It wasn't called 'black' for no reason. 'Twas the crash that marked the beginning of that Great Depression thing we learned about at the Stock Exchange Chapter). But after this chain of bad days...Freeday comes. The day of the free when you can start your shallow fun until Sunday...the fun day!

Now...let's talk about food: fast food! But not any kind of fast food. There's a special place where few are privileged to go. No...No...That's not right. Encore un fois from the beginning!
This week that passed I went out with some friends to have a good old fashion... high school reunion! I met with a few of my ex colleagues which I kinda enjoy spending time. Well... once at every 3 months anyway :D Joooking... I know you read this so I don't dare saying such things out loud. *giggles* But this is not the point. The point is that we went for a quick snack in Plaza before going to Motoare. And when you say quick snack and you're on the run you always get some kind of fast food product, right? I went to KFC and stuck to my crispies, even though they give me awful tummy aches (this being my masochistic side that not many know it exists) and Flavia got something from Sr Patata. After waiting 20 minutes for her quick snack which wasn't quick at all by now it finally arrived. With all do respect for spanish food...wtf was that? In front of us lied a big pile of... GOO! The fast food industry is based on shinny colors and pretty smells for it's products but this was beyond. Shouldn't food look like something that just dropped out of a poster, all perfect and stuff? Well this looked like something that was just regurgitated but the chick who prepared it. And the smell was exquisite: it smelled of potatoes and rotten cheese. I hate cheese by the way! So OK... we eat fast food knowingly that it is not very good for us (full of nasty shite such as chemicals and additives and preservatives and... Es, did I left anything out?) but at least it looks eatable and smells accordingly. So if we die of stomach cancer or whatever...at least we should die because the food looked pretty, right? Why have tummy aches because we ate some bad looking food?
So this 'cuisine' has flunked its tests concerning looks and taste. I'm always up for trying new things but not when this might happen: getting a meal resembling barf!
Bon appettite!

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I am a sweet guy to which it likes a lot the sex............... I would like to have a few of friendship with you..................I adore the provocation, the transgression, the elegance, the class and above all the passion... I adore cam2cam........ and I also adore the stockings and the pantyhoses... I am inviting you and I hope not to remain disappointed by you...... I am not mercenary and I don't look for of it........ I feel only like having a lot of happiness and if I am able......... and even I succeed there....... to give as many happiness......... I wait you on live messenger....... and I hope that we will have a good time a lot of together...... excuse me for the purity but other women they have made only me waste time...... a great kiss

Whaaa' ? You thought you were the only one , biatch? hah! See? They want me too! Eat your heart out!
I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Yesss... and with all those e-mails with "Find a free fuck buddy near you!" how can my social life be un-spicy? Aaaand if everything else goes wrong I can always turn to the 2 Arabs per day that try to add me in their YM list. Oh boy! Oh boy!

I officially lost my precious Precious. We have only been acquainted since August this year but we had a special connection from the start. It's slim silhouette and shpanckiy look made my head turn from the first sight. We were spending 3 hours a day together, everyday, and I hoped that it would fill my boring mornings at school with joy and keep me company each time I would have to go places. But, no more... and now I'm sad. I noticed it was missing yesterday and all night I kept thinking about it's whereabouts. I searched everywhere and even called the places I went to the last time I remembered having it close to me but still nothing. So, after all these searches I had to conclude that...I lost it. Sad but true...
I've been looking for a replacement but it won't be the same... This is a suitable candidate but it would have to wait a while until I can get used to the idea that my precious Precious is no longer. I hope that whoever finds it treats it well and enjoys it's contents. *tear* *sniff* *blows nose*

Sleep: one of the things I do best and most often. I sleep even 12 hours a day sometimes and am damn proud of it but I have the most peculiar sleeping habits and hours reserved for doing it. I sometimes talk in my sleep, or laugh, or cry, I was a sleepwalker when I just a lil' brat and night terrors were something frequent and quite intriguing to me. But lately my sleep was more peaceful and not so...active as it used to be. Or so I thought... until Thursday night when they started: nightmares, awful nightmares that keep me up 'till dawn.
"The current usage of the term nightmare refers to a dream causes the sleeper (the sleeper being ME!ME!ME! in this case) a strong unpleasant emotional response. Nightmares typically feature fear or horror, and/or the sensations of pain, falling, drowning or death." Good we cleared this issue.
Thursday night there was one about monsters dark forests and my high school which was the epicenter of it all. I was running up and down some stairs that were moving with the same speed as I was running but backwards (yeah, just like you see in mute comedies). In the highschool there were all kinds of wickets where Lolita type girls were selling sweets to those allergic the them and to the rest they were giving chopped worms. All this in a dark and filthy atmosphere. This is a recurring dream. Oh joy... Why couldn't I get a recurring dream when I was surrounded by pink fluffy clouds, I'll never understand.
The one on Friday was better. I dreamt I was a bride and the groom was nowhere to be found (but this wasn't the bad part as you might reckon). Everytime I would try to dance one of my silk,white stalkings would slip off and make me trip. Two of my friends, Ema& Flavia, with whom I haven't spoken or seen in months, (uhm...guys, are you dead and is this a sign from beyond?) were dancing around me in circles and they were wearing black outfits and were laughing hysterically, their eyes were an intense blue and they were looking straight at me giving me shivers. All these were taking place on a dusty country road surrounded by a wooden fence.
The third night, meaning last night, I dreamt I was in 61 trolley, which was full of people that wouldn't move, they were like statues with no expression whatsoever, and a lot of footballers were after me. A skinny girl with long black hair was levitating and she threw up on me. At the end, the windows of the trolley were getting closer and closer, and surprisingly I was claustrophobic, which I ain't in real life.
Now putting them in writing and being day outside makes them silly and absurd but at night they give me quite a scare. I woke up at 6.00 sharp and I was awake 'till 8 or something, being to afraid to go back to sleep, or to go to my parents' room, because most of the time bad dreams tend to continue themselves even if I take a time out from sleep. Couldn't it happen the same with pleasant dreams? Each time I dream about something pretty I get disconnected. The nice dreams are like The Young and The Restless. When the best part comes, (Victoria finds out the truth about what her father has done or Ashley tells Brad who the real father of Abby is :)) ) you get commercials and you have to wait for the next episode. God damn,producers of Y&R and of my dreams!
So, chers amis, if you get a phonecall from me at 4 am, it's not that I miss you or I'm checking up to see how you've been lately, I just had a bad dream and I'm scared... :-S
Whaaa'? If I don't get any sleep, why should the rest of you?!

Sunday I got back from Sibiu. I wanted to see that city for over a year and now the opportunity appeared. We left at about 5.30 from Bucharest and our first stop was Breaza. A nice and quiet place. There's a room there, dark and tranquil with rolling shutters, which is just they way I would have made it if it were mine. It was the deepest and restful sleep in a looong time. I think that's why we overslept... for 3hours. Due to this we arrived at Sibiu at 5pm and our cultural program was cut short. But the road was fun. Every 10 km there would be a portion of road under construction and the traffic was awfull. He drove and drove and drove... Poor guy! He didn't complain at all. If I were in his shoes I would have stop the car and start walking 'till I got there ('cause these socks are made for walkin' pam-pa-pam). When we got there we found a cozy, yellow hotel and started our mini cultural adventure. We only had time for The Brukenthal Palace because we arrived late and all the others museums were closing. But we found nice things there.The Brukenthal Palace is one of the most remarkable monuments in late baroque style in Romania. It was erected between 1778-1788 as an official residence for Samuel Von Brukenthal and as a shelter for his collections ( Books, manuscrips, engravings, paintings, paintings, paintings, paintings, cute guy watching paintings, gold objects). The Baroque halls -the old reception and music rooms of the Palace - on the first floor preserve the original canvas and silk wall, the Rococo and Neo-classical white stoves and 18th century Transylvanian marquetry furniture.
Afterwards we went to 3 bars to meet with some friends and had a few drinks. Boy,do those people have fun. It's way better than Bv where every bar&club closes at 11pm *rolling eyes* . Overall 'twas quite nice, not as nice as I wanted but I enjoyed it and hope You did too. If not just smile politely like I often do. :p

Autumn Cleaning in 7 Easy Steps:

Step 1:Wake up early, sit a few minutes in bed and think about this looooong day that awaits.
Step 2:Pull the curtains. Open the windows and let the sun and mornin air in. Listen to the (mother fuckin') birdies sing and the cars that run around in circles hurring wherever they're off to. You should dress up suitable: XXL shirt, shorts and preferable a smurf nightcap. :D
Step 3:Choose your weapons! Ex.: puff, duster, vacuum cleaner, sponge, cleaning cloth, Pronto and some suitable music.
Step 4:Throw away old papers and notebooks. Throw away old phone numbers written on tiny pieces of paper, that you didn't call the next day, and ridiculous presents that you never liked anyway. God I hate stuffed dolls and teddy bears etc. And I'm full of them. I said this loud and clear and in public even and I still get them for Christmas or my birthday. Now...The thought counts but...co'mon! I'm in the age range where I might pull it's eyes out or wrip his hand off and we wouldn't wanna put the lil' teddy bear through that, now would we?
Step 5:Clean! Arrange (in alphabetical order and from the biggest item to the smallest. Whaa'? I like my things tidy and neat but you don't have to do that if you're not a fan...)! Whipe! Scrub! Dust! Vacuum! See? It's looking cleaner and better already.
Step 6:Put away the summer shirts and tanks, shorts and skirts (if you have any, I sure don't) and replace them with sweaters and hoodies (thank god the cold season is coming! Now I can hide my belly button under tons and tons of clothes).
Step 7:Light a scented candle, make yourself some lemonade and step aside and see the result of your doing. Istn't it groovy? :D And it wasn't that hard, was it? Now... Who wants to clean my place?

I am the recent owner of a pretty, red, shinny necklace which I bought on my last trip. I was a little bit curious to find out more about my new acquisition. And because my godmother, who is a Chemistry teacher, shared with me the fact that my eye-taking jewelry is nothing more that glass I started snooping around.
Swarovski. Everybody knows what Swarovski stands for and what it represents. Here's what Wiki says about it: "Swarovski is the luxury brand name for the range of precision- cut lead crystal glass products produced by companies owned by Swarovski AG of Feldmein, near Zurich, Switzarland.
Lead crystal, (also called crystal), is lead glass that has been hand or machine cut with facets. Lead oxide added to the molten glass gives lead crystal a much higher index of refraction than normal glass, and consequently much greater "sparkle". The presence of lead also makes the glass softer and easier to cut. Crystal can consist of up to 35% lead, at which point it has the most sparkle. The higher lead content also makes it much more difficult to form crystal during manufacturing."
So Swarovski crystal is nothing more than mere glass. Yes, ordinary glass that is pretty cut with Daniel Swarovski's automatic cutting machine which he invented and patented. Practically I bought some painted glass which is cut & chemically treated so it can sparkle & twinkle.
But at least they had an interesting interactive museum there in which I spent an hour and a half staring up and down, left and right, like a confused puppy (I found some Andy Warhol and Joan Miro creations). Another good thing about Swarovski that I found out is that they manufacture high precision binoculars which if you think about the ration between quality and price you won't pull your hair out.
But, in the end, I am still trying to figure out what is all the fuss about this glass, with all due respect to the inventor and his division. Everybody wants them on their clothes and in their houses (I think next we'll find out about swarovski crystal based druggs or smth for the rich and famous which should be snorted only from a gold plateau), from brides to parents for their newborns, and everyone is accepting to pay the high prices which aren't exactly justified in my opinion. I don't even get myself why I bought it...but it's pretty and sparkly and red and I just joined the Blonde Bimbo Society. Hurray!

Today was another social event that I didn't attent ( for serious reasons this time): Ana's birthday. Most of my friends were born between the 1st of september and 28/29 February so this time of the year is full of parties and...even more parties. I felt sorry that I couldn't go but I'll make it up with a groovy present and I know exaclty what to get her to do so. Happy birthday,dearest, and let's hope we'll be together at the next change of prefix. Man, that would be sad and funny at the same time! You're one of my dearest and stedy'est friends. I'm running out of ideas for things to wish, people! :p

Today is Diz's birthday. See? I didn't forget, silly. How could I ever? (Thank God for Hi5 :)) Joo-king! )
Happy birthday, pumpkin! We (meaning I, of course) l**e and wish you...you know, all that nice jazz we should and do wish our closest thingies (that are in the "loving loving" group on yms) with all our heart! :D Awww...My guy is growing up and I'm not getting any older! I'm as funny and young as always!

After 2 other tasks that weren't quite accomplished, the third, getting tickets to NOFX, was. Oh boy! I'm so excited, just like a kid on his first school day! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!See you there and then!

"There" equals "Amfiteatrul Centrul Cultural Mihai Eminescu" aka Sala Agronomiei
"Then" equals "11th of September 2007, open doors 17h"