L.O.V. ....aaa I think I spelled that incorrectly

Intro:

Simona Bivald spune pe Facebook ca Socrate spune:
Sfatul meu este sa te casatoresti. Daca vei avea o nevasta buna, vei fi fericit; daca nu, vei deveni filosof.

Crezul meu:
Care e echivalentul acestor vorbe de duh in cazul femeilor: "Daca vei avea un sot bun, te vei ingrasa; daca nu, vei deveni obeza." Nu avem cum sa castigam...


The shameless imaginary monologue:

I thought you would not like him cause he is so damn superficial, it does not take more than a day to get him.
But if you actually are into him I might have misread you and that makes things a lot easier for me. Realizing that I have overestimated people is a sad revelation that always sets me free, like the death of a god who turns out not to be almighty after all. I am quite pragmatic, am I not?

My mother once told me that I should learn how to be superficial; I think I should just learn how to be smart.

I might not have the looks of a man eater but I definitely have the skills of one.

I am working my ass out here to sound like a tough bitch but i am really the most vulnerable thing you have and will ever meet. I took a break from work one night and went for a walk, there was a taxi hoping to find a customer and i could not even go in his direction because I did not want him to get his hopes high about me being a potential customer only to then walk on and leave him disappointed. That's how connected to everything around me I am.

Acesta a fost un plagiat dupa:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvf--10EYXw

El Cid y El Sui

Daca as face-o, nu as face-o din disperare
E atata traire in disperare ca ar fi pacat sa o tai
Daca as face-o nu as face-o in nici un caz din dragoste
pentru ca doar dragostea poluata ar duce pe drumul asta
si dragostea poluata inseamna un sine gaurit
si eu voi muri intreaga

Daca as face-o as face-o ca o lamaie taiata in doua
si uitata peste weekend printr-o bucatarie de multinationala
o jumatate de lamaie fara nimic umed in ea
iremediabil de uscata si inutila
(nu e nimic neintreg intr-o jumatate de lamaie uscata!)
Daca as face-o as face-o pentru ca nu mai stiu sa ma tem
As face-o pentru ca nu as reusi sa scap de calm
Si pentru ca mi-as uita definitiv stimulii

As face-o si as astepta sa imi aud coastele scartaind

As face-o pentru ca nu m-as mai simti vie

Si cand nu ma simt vie astep o zi
Si inca o zi
Pot trai ne-vie zile intregi
Imi frec pielea si nu simt nimic
Imi zgarii pielea si nu simt nimic
Dar pana la urma tot ma ustura

Astept sa ma usture
Nu stiu ce sa fac cu mine in absenta reactiilor violente
care m-au ghidat (gresit? ei,si ce daca?) pana acum

Politia e cu mine

3:36 dimineata, sunt inca pe Floreasca 175 la cladirea Oracle. Cu ochii in pioneze de la atatea monitoare decid sa ies putin sa ma dezamortesc. Semi-pierduta ma plimb pe trotuar. Sunt imbracata intr-o rochie cam decoltata, mulata.
O masina in spatele meu incetineste. O ignor. Se apropie pana in dreptul meu. A, e politia. Polistul din dreapta coboara geamul si imi zice pe un ton mai degraba dispretuitor decat preocupat:
- Ati patit ceva?
Eu aproape induiosata de grija lor le raspund naiv:
- A, nu multumesc, aici lucrez.
Se uita lung la mine, sovaie, dupa care masina se intoarce si se eu ma indepartez.

Apoi imi dau seama ca tocmai le marturisisem ca fac trotuarul. Cred ca "sinceritatea" mea i-a lasat masca, altfel poate faceam si o vizita la sectie.

Multumesc Politiei ca m-a facut sa rad cum nu am mai ras de o saptamana. Acum stiu ca nu platesc impozitele alea degeaba.

a review to updike's "separating" and a piece of personal drama

a review to updike's "separating" and a piece of personal drama

stories of divorce and broken dreams
a nineteen year old daughter
the daughter i'll never be
not anymore for i'll soon be in my mid twenties
and my parents will (thank god!) not get a divorce

i am not the daughter
but the soon to be middle-aged divorce
as he is trying to fix what can no longer be fixed

i have always been middle aged for some reason

except for last friday morning when i was sixteen
and i tasted the taste of girly-ness

and now i believe in bad timing
and i pray that bad-timing may make universal sense