These last two weeks have been horrible. I am overworked, overstressed, overunhappy. I though I could break free from the prison called work and do it on my own as a freelancer but all my dreams and hopes were shattered. [...]
December 21, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, For a minute there I lost myself, I'm just a girl, Music sounds better with you, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Rest in pieces, Try walking in my shoes
This time I’m doing it the right way: not mentally, but physically. I haven’t exercised since I was in high school and even then I wasn’t very keen on going to sports but I don’t know what happened and I [...]
November 26, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, I'm just a girl, Try walking in my shoes
We might have come back from Germany, but I’m still thinking a lot about it: the way I felt there, Martha and Vio, the beautiful buildings, the Entschuldingung-s I’ve heard everywhere… Man, I’d move there without ever looking back! The [...]
November 14, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, Köln, Pictures of you, Rest in pieces, Wrapped up in books
I dont know how you can carry around as much love as I’ve given you – (March 1919) And so you see, Scott, I’ll never be able to do anything because I’m much too lazy to care whether it’s done [...]
October 24, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, More than words can say, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Wrapped up in books
Every Saturday morning I go to the market. Although I seldom cook, I need to know that I have fresh vegetable in the fridge. So we went shopping and on the way home I saw a woman who was selling [...]
October 8, 2011 | Posted in Anger as a gift, Bits and pieces, My Bucharest, Try walking in my shoes
