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vineri, 22 octombrie 2010

Sa uiti este un dar. Sa iti amintesti, insa, este o arta...

S-a imaginat batrana. Atat de batrana incat sa mai tina minte, inainte de a se aseza in vesnicul fotoliu de la fereastra, doar cum arata cand s-a privit ultima data in oglina. Atat de tanara...
Cine zicea ca intelepciunea vine odata cu varsta, vorbea aiurea. Intelepciunea este atat de asemanatoare cu intretinerea fizica! Muncesti mult sa o obtii si, intr-o zi, iti dai seama ca s-a dus dracului si ca - in locul ei - au aparut cute dubioase in zone de care, odata, erai mandra. Si parca ieri te afisai cu trupul zvelt, de balerina nerealizata, dupa care tanjeau majoritatea barbatilor.
Langa fotoiu are o carte, un caiet si un pic. De o vesnicie. O carte din care citeste. Un caiet in care isi noteaza, cu pixul, unde a ramas.
Si o mare de vid.
Asa ca, de fiecare data cand termina cartea, o incepe din nou. Nu pentru ca i-ar placea atat de mult - desi probabil ca ii place mult...- ci pentru ca uita mereu despre ce era vorba. Despre ce era vorba, chiar asa?
Sa uiti este un dar. Sa iti amintesti, insa, este o arta... Ea uita totul si isi aminteste ce vrea sa-si imagineze. Noroc ca are asta de partea ei...
Isi deschide caietul si noteaza.
"Pagina 83. Despre domnii din cartierul meu nu stiu nimic."

miercuri, 13 octombrie 2010

a Saturday to Aspire to







ASPREDRAMACLUB.COM

Intre feet job-uri si cecuri dubioase

Daca despre unul dintre primele mailuri pe care le-am primit de la potentialii angajatori nu am vorbit, pentru ca a fost atat de ciudat incat am preferat sa nu o fac, despre cecul dubios trebuie sa scriu...

Acum doua saptamani am primit un mail lung de la un nene care imi spunea ca vrea sa ma angajeze ca asistent personal. Imi scria ca este din Londra dar ca nu sta prea mult pe aici (natura jobului lui) si ca are nevoie de un om de incredere, care sa-i rezolve chestiile relativ urgente. Totul cool, nu? Mi-a cerut cateva date, cum ar fi numele intreg, adresa, varsta... nimic care sa-mi ridice intrebari. Insa, in momentul in care mi-a scris ca urmeaza sa primesc cecuri si cadouri, mi-am pus cateva intrebari. De fapt, i-am pus cateva intrebari. Una a fost asta: de ce sa primesc cecuri - adica bani, right? - daca nu am muncit nicio clipa pentru el. Mi-a ignorat cu eleganta mailul si a continuat sa imi spuna ca a vorbit cu compania lui si ca ei imi vor trimite tot ce am nevoie sa stiu si ca, apoi, vom vorbi. Am cerut un interviu cu... cineva... cu oricine... insa nici la acest mail nu am primit niciun raspuns concret.
Iar astazi am primit un cec. La adresa. Un cec de la o banca. Un cec cu o valoare mare. Am trimis o poza cu cecul la niste prieteni, cu intentia vadita de a primi un raspuns cum ca e fals sau ca e o gluma proasta. Cecul - cica - nu pare a fi fals, insa nu am nicio intentie de a merge cu el la vreo banca. Din mai multe motive, dintre care unul ar fi ca nu am de ce sa primesc o astfel de suma de bani de la un nene cu care am schimbat cateva mailuri.

N-am sa ma gandesc la asta mai mult de cateva minute, insa nu imi iese din cap ce chestii dubioase se pot intampla in Londra.
Parca ma intelegeam mai bine cu Bucurestiul, din punctul asta de vedere. Anyway, aia e, strange things happen...

luni, 4 octombrie 2010

www.womenlife.co.uk

Pentru ca, de cand cu facebooku', care btw e suspendat acu :|, blogul a ramas ca un jurmal unde rar si cu sens mai scriu, imi pun aici primele trei articole pe care le-am scris in engleza, ca voluntar, pentru un site de femei. Cum ar veni, in aminirea unei perioade minunate la Lumea Femeilor...

www.womenlife.co.uk

Pregnancy Loss
http://www.womenlife.co.uk/pregnancy%20loss.html

Do you have Acne?
http://www.womenlife.co.uk/do%20you%20have%20acne.html

Teeth Whitening
http://www.womenlife.co.uk/teeth%20whitening.html

In teorie as sti sa fac linkurile astea utilizabile, insa nu azi, se pare ca blogspotu' pur si simplu nu vrea.
E o luni dificila, what can I say...

vineri, 1 octombrie 2010

Malorie Blackman - Noughts & Crosses (the Kiss)



Jessie mi-a imprumutat aceasta carte (usurica; in engleza, fireste), unde am gasit Pasajul: un tablou care, pentru mine, novice in curburile limbii, a parut a fi de o sinceritate si o naivitate desavarsita. Ma intreb cum o sa-l citesc peste cativa ani...

"Can I kiss you?"
My smile faded. I stared at my best friend. "Pardon?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"What on earth for?"
"Just to see what's like," Callum replied.
Yeuk! I mean yeuk!!! I wrinkled up my nose - I couldn't help it. Kissing! Why on earth would Callum want to do anything so... so feeble?
"Do you really want to?" I asked.
Callum shrugged. "Yeah, I do."
"Oh, all right then." I wrinkled up my nose again at the prospect. "But make it fast!"
Callum turned to kneel beside me. I turned my head up towards him, watching with growing curiosity to see what he'd do next. I titled my head to the left. So did he. I titled my head to the right. Callum did the same. He was moving his head like he was my reflection or something.
I put my hands on Callum's face to keep it still and dead center.
"D'you want me to tilt my head to the left or to the right?" I asked, impatiently.
"Er... Which way do girls usually tilt their heads when they're being kissed?" asked Callum.
"Does it matter?" Besides, how should I know?" I frowned. "Have I ever kissed a boy before?"
"Tilt your head to the left then."
"My left or your left?"
"Er... your left."
I did as asked. "Hurry up, before I get a crick in my neck."
Callum licked his lips before his face moved slowly closer towards mine.
"Oh no you don't, " I drew back. "Wipe your lips first."
"Why?"
"You just licked them."
"Ok! OK!"Callum wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I moved forward to resume my original position. Keeping my lips tight together, I wondered what I should do with them. Purse them so they stuck out slightly? Or should I smile to make them seem wide and more appealing? I'd only ever practiced with my pillow. This was a lot different!
"Hurry up!" I urged.
I kept my eyes wide open as I watched Callum's face move down towards mine. Callum's gray eyes were open too. I was going cross-eyed trying to keep my focus on his face. And then his lips were touching mine. How funny!I'd expected Callum's lips to be hard and dry and scaly like a lizard's skin. But they weren't. They were soft. Callum closed his eyes. After a moment, I did the same. Our lips were still touching. Callum's mouth opened making mine open at the same time. Callum's breath mingled with mine and felt warm and sweet. And then without warning his tongue was touching mine.
"Yeuk!" I drew back immediately and stuck my tongue out, wiping it with my hand. "Why did you do that for?"
"It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"I don't want your tongue on mine." I shook my head.
"Why not?"
"'Cause..." I studded at the thought of it, "... our spit will mix up."
"So? It's meant to."
I considered that.
"Well?"
"OK, OK!" I frowned, adding. "The things I do for you! Let's try it again."
Callum smiled at me, the familiar twinkle in his eyes. That's the thing about Callum - he looks at me a certain way and I'm never sure if he's laughing at me. Before I could change my mind, Callum's lips were already on mine - and just as soft and gentle as before. His tongue flicked into my mouth again. After a brief moment of thinking ugh i found out it wasn't so bad. In fact it was actually quite nice in a gross-to-think-about-but-OK-to-do sort of way. I closed my eyes and began to return Callum's kiss. His tongue licked over mine. It was warm and wet but it didn't make me want to heave. And then my tongue did the same to him. I began to feel a little strange. My heart was beginning to thump in a peculiar, hiccupy way that made me feel like I was racing down a roller-coaster, roaring out of control. I pulled away.

Dau o nota aici, cand termin cartea. Mai am jumate, dar deja lucrurile sunt complicate intre cei doi :))))!
7, pentru originalitatea ideei de baza. Yeah, right! :))) As if....