Voila, my new earrings, all green and happy The thanks go to Buburuze

Precisely two years ago, when I started dating Cata, I was obsessively listening to these songs:

Cake - Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

The Shirelles - Will you still love me tomorrow?

Well, at least these memories don’t hurt anymore [I’m damn proud of myself cause of that! ]

Why does she have to smell everything I’m eating?!

I’d wanted for quite a long time to buy colourful plasters, but I needed one or two and at the drugstore they would sell only an entire box and it was bloody expensive. But a Mega Image supermarket opened in the neighbourhood and when I went sweets-shopping I saw a box of… very colourful very cheap Garfield plasters!!! I was sooo happy!!! Now I can hardly wait to cut my finger or something so I can wear them Yes, I’m crazy ^_^

I <3 Garfield!

M-am lovit cu pisica-n nas Ma jucam cu ea pe pat si nu stiu cum am intors-o, ca mi-a dat cu capul fix in nas. Acum pot sa respir mai bine

Nothing happened between us. We hardly knew each other, but he listened patiently while I talked about me, my parents, my friends, my likes and dislikes, about everything. He asked questions and waited smiling for me to answer them. And I was so preoccupied to make him see the real me, that I didn’t realise I knew nothing about him. Not that he was a great talker or would satisfy my curiosity - no, even if I had asked, he wouldn’t have told me about ex-girlfriends, if he was afraid of death, what his favourite colour was, if he had pets. I’m sure he would have found a way to avoid answering me. But I’m not surprised. It’s typical of him.

And I remember… what do I remember of those 3 days we spent together? Everything. I remember everything. How I wanted to always be near him when we went dancing, the morning we spent in my kitchen talking in a low voice not to wake up the other ones, drinking tea and trying to avoid awkward pauses in the conversation, his hair, him baking cookies and me wanting to believe they were specially for me, not understanding everything he told me and making him say the same things all over again or making him explain unfamiliar words, his T-shirts with witty messages printed on them, the tube rides, the tea we drank together, his watch, the way he kept on asking so, when are you planning on going?, me not letting him take a picture of me, the way I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the stairs and never wanting to let go of his hand, the many pauses in our last day conversations and me wanting to tell him how great those days with him had been, how good I had felt being around him, what a great listener he was, how I didn’t want him to go, how much I liked him, almost shouting all those things to him in the middle of the street, but, instead, biting my lips, looking away from him and not saying a thing; the many trips to the store we made together, not being able to sleep the night before he left and him asking me to tell him a bedtime story and me being grumpy and going into the kitchen, hoping he would follow me, but he didn’t; the notebook he asked me to write down my address for him, the quick kiss on the cheek I gave him just before he left the apartment, him not looking back, the sadness and the tears that followed, me listening obsessively to Just like heaven and waiting, hoping, praying for an e-mail, postcard, letter, any message from him.

And after all these months I still can’t let go. I don’t want to let go. The more I think about it, the more I feel it was all in my imagination, that it never really happened, that we never actually met. Maybe he’s just a dream.

“Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream” she said
“The one that makes me laugh” she said
And threw her arms around my neck
“Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you”

The Cure - Just like heaven

I’ve got a Christmas tag from oompa and now I have to tell you which was the bestest Christmas present ever and what I want this Christmas.

This is going to sound really lame, but I don’t have a bestest Christmas present. I’m always happy with what I get and I don’t recall wanting something really bad and actually getting it, so all my Christmas presents were the bestest [uhm, maybe not all of them; Cata sucked at buying presents ]

As for this Christmas [and the future ones], I’d be more than happy to receive one of the following “never will have” things:

my very own orange tree with as many oranges as I can eat

the next KUMM album, or at least the Sex with animals song

*The Cure - To wish impossible things

I don’t know why people hate this break-up line, why they consider it to be untrue. Say it out loud and hear how beautiful it sounds: it-s-not-you-it-s-me.

In my case, it’s always true. I can’t blame the other one for not being what I wanted him to be. It would be stupid and selfish. So, the *real* problem is me. Me. Me. Me. I’m superficial, snobbish, I want things to *always* go my way and patience is a virtue which I don’t possess. In this case, it’s normal not to like anyone, to be so *Goddamned* picky.

It’s not something I’m proud of, on the contrary, I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with me. And it’s not that there isn’t anyone good enough for me, but there’s no one I really like. Yeah, so I feel great hanging out with whoever, so what if I’m physically attracted to another guy, it’s not enough. There are no butterflies, there’s nothing special going on. I feel stupid waiting and hoping for Prince Charming to come my way, but I simply can’t be in relationship with someone I’m not head over heals in love with. I refuse to give it a try - I hate that phrase! - , to go with the flow and see what happens. I’ve never believed in love stories where they’ve know each other for many years, they’ve been friends and one day, out of the sudden, they discover how great the other one is and they end up being together. Please, cut the crap! It’s either magical from the beginning, with the butterflies and all the rest, or there’s nothing. I can’t be with someone and wait and hope that one day I’ll fall in love with him. That’s plain stupid.

So, what I really wanted to say is that I still believe in that kind of love that makes you stupid and blind, that sweeps you off your feet, that gives you butterflies, that makes you suffer; I still believe in Prince Charming, in fairy tales, in love at first sight, in that big, fat, pink love.

The Powerpuff girls - Love makes the world go round

Time for myself.
Time for my friends.
Time to read.
Time to enjoy my tea.
Time to smell the oranges.
Time to play with uRMa.
Time to be lazy.
Time to daydream.

I need longer days.