Uneori imi vine
Sa rup bucati din Vise si sa le rontai ca pe niste bomboane,
Sa fie dulci-acrisoare si sa imi coloreze limba-n rosu,
Sa torn glazura de ciocolata peste Speranta si sa o mananc inainte de masa, tocmai ca sa-mi stric pofta de mancare,
Sa storc Dragostea, sa adaug apa si 2 linguri de zahar, sa fac o limonada buna, buna, sa o beau si la sfarsit sa-mi ling buzele.

Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing it’s always better when we’re together

*Jack Johnson - Better together

I went again to Sibiu last week. It was awesome! I went with Mum, but this time I didn’t stay with her at the hotel. We have some sort of friends in Sibiu and I stayed at their place. I hadn’t seen their children for 4-5 years and I didn’t know if we would like each other, but it was simply great! Mada, their daughter, is 3 years younger than me, but she’s such a nice girl! We went out together, she showed me around town, we had a great time I just hope she’ll want to come to Baia Mare one day to have to opportunity to make her feel as good as I did staying at her place.

Apart from this, Sibiu is such a beautiful city! And it’s full of tourists! I felt like a true European there On the 2nd of August there’s going to be a Goran Bregovic concert and I’m thinking of going again Yeah, I really fell in love with that city. And I’ve decided that starting from next year, I’ll visit the next cultural European city. Liverpool and Stavanger are the cities of European culture in 2008. Hopefully, I’ll have enough money to visit them both. I don’t need to sleep in hotels and stuff. I’ll sleep in the tent and eat only junk food. I’ll manage! I just hope I’ll find someone to come with me Doing stuff like this on your own is no fun at all

I can hardly wait for this rain to stop! I want to go and buy a tent, but I’m not leaving the house while it’s pouring. I was so happy when Mum told me she would buy me a tent And then she totally surprised me when she agreed to let me go from Vama Veche directly to Rosia Montana, on my own Wo-ho!!! It will be 2 weeks on the road, sleeping in the tent, eating whatever I can find, reading on the beach and then on the mountain hills and at the end of the month I’ll go back home. I can hardly wait!!!

She was so happy when I came back from Sibiu. She came rushing out of the room, headed straight to me, purred and let me pat her for almost 15 minutes before letting me know patting time is over, playtime is on. She made my heart melt!

1. She had her first bath yesterday. She was so terrified of what I was doing to her that she stood still; maybe stiff is a better word. Now she smells pretty and has a clean, shiny fur

2. I’m going to lose my voice shouting at this cat! Mum has some boxes with papers from some firms she works with and uRMa simply loves to jump in one of the boxes and chew on the papers. I shout at her to get out before she does even more damage, but do you think she listens to me? NOOO! Then I pull her out and throw her on the bed. Of course the war is not over yet! She jumps again in the box. I pull her out again. And we play like this until I lose my temper and take her out of my room and slam the door in her face

I don’t know about you, but I surely enjoy shopping. Whether I shop for books [ah, sweet pleasure!] or I simply buy groceries, it really is a relaxing activity. I love hypermarkets. I always find it hard to make up my mind when I’m faced with shelves and shelves of merchandise. And, like any other woman which respects herself, I buy lots of unnecessary stuff, only for the mere pleasure of buying them

The best part of being in Baia Mare is going shopping with my parents. Needless to say that they buy me everything I want and not actually need I buy all kinds of beer and chocolate, shower gels and fruits, cat toys and other stupid things.

But there’s only a problem with this. If there’s a stupid/ugly/idiot shop assistant, it’s likely that he’ll hit on me Just like today. I was in the pet shop look for stuff for uRMa. A shop assistant came and started talking to me. At first I thought he was just doing his job but then I saw he was really trying to impress me. He kept on talking about cat food and toys and how the shop is arranged and he made pitiful jokes and tried to find out stuff about me. Of course I ignored his questions, grabbed the cat food, paid for it and went out. I simply hate it when that happens! Why the heck do I act like a magnet for freaks? [not those freaks we all love, but the other ones, the really freaks!]. Bleah! After such an encounter I feel sooo lame. Yeak! Thank God I still had more shopping to do and I forgot about that incident.

Shopping list:

I just love how violent Garfield can be sometimes. He’s showing Jon who the real boss is

She hasn’t kissed* me for almost 4 days now. What’s gotten into that cat of mine?

*it’s not actually a kiss. We touch noses, that’s all. But that’s the way she expresses how much she loves me. Or so I think

It was ok at my grandma’s. Like I presumed, I ate and read, then ate some more and then I slept. My aunt is a great cook and she kept on nagging me to eat, so I had no other choice than to obey her And I finally managed to get back to my reading pace and I finished 3 books in 4 days and listened to the two parts of Terry Pratchett’s Interesting times audiobook. That book kicks ass Yeah, I’m definitely going back for a couple of days sometime in the future.

Currently I’m being very happy cause I friend of mine [hello, you stranger ] gave me the last Harry Potter book in txt format. It’s on my reader and though I haven’t had time today to read, I have already shed a few tears. This book is really addictive!!! Now I’m going back to bed, with my eBook reader and the Harry Potter book. By the way things go, I’ll have finished it by tomorrow afternoon

I wish there was a comic strip with Garfield and Harry Potter. It would soooo great. Instead, my second favourite cat in the world, after my uRMa, of course, is busy being jealous. Awww, isn’t he sweet?

I’m going to my grandma’s till Friday. No Internet, no laptop, no M.A.S.H., no nothing, except eating, sleeping and reading. Hopefully, I’ll have VH1, but I’m not betting on that. So, see you Friday.

I don’t know why I kept some MMSs from Cata, and I have absolutely NO idea why I’ve read them. Of course they made me cry. I know I have ranted about this a million times before, but it’s something I cannot understand: where the fuck does all that love go?

We were so excited, we almost counted the days till he would move to Bucharest. And then? What happened then? Why did we argue that much? Why couldn’t we stand one another? Where did all our love go?

I simply cannot get over it; I can’t. It’s funny how I talk about him now; how I’m telling people that I could have accepted him with all his faults. Why is it so easy to talk like that now and why didn’t I accept him then? April, May, June - and then we would have been together every day. What the fuck happened?

I can’t believe we were together for almost a year and a half and then we blew it. I’m not over this because I know this relationship never had the opportunity it deserved: we were never in the same city. When he was in Cluj and I was in Baia Mare it was ok cause he used to come home every fortnight. It was a living hell when he was that semester in Italy. And, ironically, we broke up when he came back to Cluj. I’m so mad at myself that I feel like punching me right in the face. How could I have been that stupid?

The truth is
We were much too young

I know I was. I was so scared that he wanted to move to Bucharest because of me. I was scared of my feelings. I was scared that I loved him. I know it sounds damn stupid, but it’s the truth. I’ve always had these dreams about moving to Bucharest and living my life and meeting someone at university and becoming lovers and shit. He was supposed to come when I was ready. Not even once did I imagine myself dating the same guy as in high school. Why did you come that early? Couldn’t you wait a bit longer?

No matter how brave I try to look, how much I lie to myself, I think about him every day. And I can’t erase those MMS, or the e-mails he sent me, or the pictures of him from my PC or iPod. I can’t.

Now I’m looking for you
Or anyone like you

I’m not looking. I tried to be with another guy and it was bleah. I’m picky and choosy and I can’t stand many persons around me, especially boys. Only the thought of a guy holding my hand makes me sick. These are my real feelings. And I have run away from him, from what I feel, but it’s no good. When it comes to being sincere with myself, I have to admit all this shit. I don’t want him back. I just wish the relationship had the chance it deserved.

*In Flames - Dawn of a new day