On my way to Cluj

I'm on my way to Cluj. Sitting on my but in a sleeping birth, clippety clap on my laptop. The Zapp connection isn't allways helping me, but I can't really complain. Some friend who knew I was leaving for Cluj have volonteered to spend some quality time with me on YM and I'm glad to see them all online. Too bad most of them are either watching figure skating, playing WOW or drinking hot tea! Whatever. Once my battery is dead and there'll be no more chating, I'll switch to my mp3 player. Problem is I can't sleep x(! Maybe, MAYBE, M-A-Y-B-E in the long loooonnng run I'll fall asleep... :)

The ant feeling

The ever-so-often trips I've been taking by public transport or subway these days have made me feel, more than ever, like an ant in an ant hill. I throng together with worried people, sad people, people who are cross, careless, absent or in a hurry. I cueue as I never thought I'd ever cueue in my life :) For instance, I cueue to climb steps. Yes, I wait at the bottom of the stairs, together with a huge mass of people and I climb one step at a time, pausing every couple of seconds, because the cueue moves at the pace of a turtle. I engage in a sort of go-with-the-wave feeling as I move through the underground corridors of various subway stations, accompanied by hundreds of people, all going to work. The other day I was in the subway, standing, waiting for the train to stop and for me to get off. Several dozens of other people were doing the same. Suddenly, when the doors opened, I felt my handbag being pulled at and realised that the young lady in front of me had accidentaly hooked my bag with her own, but either didn't feel it, or did'nt care, as she was very keen on exiting as fast as possible. So, my bag and I followed the lady, as I realised it would be impossible for me to pull myself back or to try to struggle, because we both wanted to get off the train anyway, only that she was pulling right, and I was trying not to tred over too many toes on my way out. Because I love my bag, and also because I keep my laptop in it, it seemed pretty obvious that I needed to follow her, and at the end of a very interesting 5 to 6 seconds dance between, under, over and all over people, MANY PEOPLE, I finally reached the exit and found myself standing on the platform. Our two bags separated, and I could finally pause to straighten my clothes, while my friend hurried towards the escalators, probably on a galactic mission to save Planet Earth. That would be the only reason to explain her complete lack of attention and/or interest in saying "sorry" or in letting go of my poor bag :) Later on, while trying to pass through the exit gates, another young lady in front of me banged the turning rails so hard that one of them nearly hit my leg. Silly me. I should have kept a little bit of distance. On my way to the office I switch between three different subway trains. Every now and then I board a tram and it never ceases to amaze me how foul smelling the people who get on it at Chibrit are... :( And how noisy. And curious. It is, however, the only chance I get to see men wearing that wonderful outfit: training pants and pointed shoes. Or jeans generously ornated with all sorts of snappers and a shiny hair do. I look around and I see people who live a modest life and probably earn less that they deserve, peasants carrying their merchandise, jobless gypsies (I know, it's a pleonasm), boysterous youngsters who probably dream of becoming jobless gypsies when they're grown, and a few decent people coming from work, who seem to want nothing more than to get off the frickin' tram and get home...
I've had it with all this nausea. I've also had it with all the money spent on taxies this past month. I don't even feel like leaving the house any more, and, what's worse, I can't wait to be able to drive my car again. I don't ever want to know again what it smells like in tram 20 or what the voice of the train driver coming from Industriilor sounds like.
Puţintică răbdare...

Ali 10

Ali is obviously a curious cat, like all cats. Imagine her sitting on the edge of the sink, watching me during my morning make-up ritual, and imagine me accidentally dropping a few pearls from my blush box over the sink. The pearls go whiiiirlll into the sink, turn around a few times and end up in the drain, just like a ball in the rullette wheel. Ali suddenly becomes interested in the movement the pearls made, and stares intently at the drain, waiting for something to move. A few seconds have already passed, my little pearls are long gone, Ali stares at the drain, the drain stares back at Ali, and nothing happens :) I stroke her gently as she maintains her attack position and try to smooth out the desheveled fur on her back, but she doesn't seem to care about my affectionate gesture. "Poor stupid cat!" I mumble, and smile to myself. Alas, nothing I do seems to interest Ali. She keeps staring at the drain, waiting, one paw in the air, as if ready to grab and destroy the poor pearls if they suddenly leaped out and jumped at her! :) I finish my make-up session, close the pearl box and leave the bathroom. I leave her standing there by the edge of the sink, confused and almost furios, trying to decide wether to go on watching the drain or join me on my way out :) Bye Ali!!!

Only in Romania

Romania is, I think, the only country in Europe where lady tram drivers are dressed as if they had just returned from field work: worn-out sweaters, head kirchiefs, dirty nails, long skirts, rubber boots.

Yes, Americans are realy stupid

Because I don't feel like sending the link to all those who (hopefully) read my blog, i'll just give out the link right here.

It is IN-CRE-DI-BLE!!

This is a well known film about Americans, who don't even know how to identify the United States on a map, let alone the rest of the world, and who sincerely believe that it is right to invade all the coutries in the world, starting with Iran and ending with France.

OMG!!!! WHERE HAS THIS WORLD GOT TO???

10 things you might not know about me

Ok Mordax, fine :)
I'm glad you thought of me...
10 things people do not know about me... hmmm.... how shall I put this? Let's see...

1. First, and worst: I tend to count everything that comes my way: cars, curtains, bannisters, posters, buttons, the minutes between two subway stations, how many times I engage gear, how many slices of bread or onion I've cut etc. I also add everything I see: license plates (my favourite), titles, telephone numbers. I've built myself a personal hyerarchy and, one way or the other, everything gets down to numbers: wherever there are numbers, I count them. After counting them, I add them, after having added them, I reach a result which is either good or bad. Good= multiple of 4 + 1. If it's not good, i break down the final number into several good numbers, but no more than three :) For instance, 31 is not good, but it can be divided into 13, 9 and 9. 52 becomes 49+3. 3 is the only exception to the "good number" rule. It simply is good too, but I can't tell why. Even numbers are never good. While I was in high school I used to count all the Dacia Nova cars on my way home. After having had enough of so much counting, I started comparing the result from one day to another and constantly tried to beat the previous record. Because I tended to forget my previous scores, I started writing them down every day. At that point I realised that sometimes I would run into the same cars several times a day. So I drew up a list with the license plates of those particular cars, for me to be sure I wouldn't count them twice :) And this was just one step away from drafting a chart with all the license plates, arranged by figure and letter groups, in numerical and alphabetical order :) I gave up the practice several months later, I think it was because of my upcoming final high-school exam. But I still have the list to this day :)
2. I used to collect stamps when I was little.
3. I hate celery, horseradish, parsnip and any other foul smelling herbs you use for cooking. I can stand parsley and dill, but not in excess.

4. I like knitting and embroidering. I may lack the necessary skills to do this, but still, I like it :)

5. I say my prayer each night before I go to bed.

6. I hate ugly teeth and bad breath, but then again, who does???

7. My middle name is Emanuela :))

8. I was in a choir for 12 years.

9. I love fire: give me a lighter and something to burn and I'll burn it. I prefer plastic. It melts nicely and makes funny noises when falling to the ground, that is if you hold the burning plastic high enough.

10. I fall asleep while driving and this never recommends me as a good driver by night. Beware :)

You really eat alot, ma'am!

The other day I was standing in line to buy some pastry. When my turn came I ordered sandwiches, pastry, water, yogurt, coffee, sugar... and the list didn't seem to end... A gentleman behind me, seeing this, bursted out at a certain point: "You really eat alot, ma'am!" This instantaneously reminded me of that joke about the young lady and the drunkard in a supermarket: a young lady was cueing in a supermarket and when her turn came she lay out on the counter a cabbage, a jar of diet yogurt, a loaf of whole weat bread, a pack of napkins and a book. The drunkard standing right behind her exclaimed, while staggering, whith a wiff of booze coming from his mouth: "You must be living alone miss!" With an obvious blush all over her face, the young lady answered: "Why, yes, but... but how can you tell?" And the drunkard goes: "Because YOU'RE UGLY!!!!"

:)