Sunday, June 29, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Woman & Men's shower gel
What happens when a woman uses man's shower gel?
- hair grows on her chest;
- she enjoys beer & football instead of coffee & gossip;
- other side effects.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Frappe
Frappe, this was the magic of summer 2006, when she first met him. She would order frappe and would enjoy his every single word, while he was taking her order. Sometimes she would order a creamy capuccino. She used to go there almost every two days. Alone or with a friend. After a while she knew when his shift was. Frappe and the magic began. "And the lady would enjoy a frappe? ... Yes, it must be always cold, sweet and creamy." - and yes, he knew exactly what she wanted.
And after two years they met again. The same place. The same black t-shirt with something written on the back. The same spiky hair. The same thin beard covering his chin. Only she was different. She didn't come with her old friend. She didn't sit at the old table. She didn't order the old frappe, but a creamy capuccino.
But their eyes met again despite the distance between her table and the bar. He noticed her and tried to catch her attention by dancing like crazy behind the bar. He himself prepared the capuccino because only he knew exactly how she loves it. He himself brought it to her.
It was obvious that this moment triggered the recollection of that summer. For a second they didn't feel the outside world - they were together in a world of their own, alone with their old desire to know each other and still they have always been separated by a sort of a gap, created by the fear of the unknown. None of them had ever the courage to overcome this gap, not back then and, for sure, not now.
And even after all this time, they still don't know each other.
He still works there. She still loves frappe.
And after two years they met again. The same place. The same black t-shirt with something written on the back. The same spiky hair. The same thin beard covering his chin. Only she was different. She didn't come with her old friend. She didn't sit at the old table. She didn't order the old frappe, but a creamy capuccino.
But their eyes met again despite the distance between her table and the bar. He noticed her and tried to catch her attention by dancing like crazy behind the bar. He himself prepared the capuccino because only he knew exactly how she loves it. He himself brought it to her.
It was obvious that this moment triggered the recollection of that summer. For a second they didn't feel the outside world - they were together in a world of their own, alone with their old desire to know each other and still they have always been separated by a sort of a gap, created by the fear of the unknown. None of them had ever the courage to overcome this gap, not back then and, for sure, not now.
And even after all this time, they still don't know each other.
He still works there. She still loves frappe.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Time & Memories
- young pair kissing goodbye at the underground station vs. me and a guy spending more than an hour chatting after exchanging notes from the courses in the cold winter evening;
- smoky Edgar's Pub vs. me and Under The Day as students;
- junk food of McDonald's vs. me and the Kvutzah after the last exam of the semester, usually the Hebrew exam, celebrating the end of the academic year;
- an isolated park near the faculty vs. my first boyfriend;
- Cărtureşti bookshop vs. me and Under The Day in between courses at university (me buying from sales, of course);
- clothes and shops in Bucharest vs. me and B. going (window)shopping and having fun;
- my room vs. childhood, youth, student, exams, summers with books and films ....
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
How well do I know my boyfriend? - test
You know 99% of the true "him".
Your a great listener! YOU GO GIRL! You know all the details you need to know about your man! Now go make memories! Dont forget to let him know a little about you too!
http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_well_do_you_know_your_boyfriendSaturday, June 7, 2008
Indoor stairs
It is well-known that professional photographers endure difficulties and sometimes even risk their lives in order to take the photo.
I am not a professionist, but an amateur. But even I endured the hard smell of filth and urine and the bark of a dog which threatened to roll down to me. And this is the photo:
I am not a professionist, but an amateur. But even I endured the hard smell of filth and urine and the bark of a dog which threatened to roll down to me. And this is the photo:
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
funny Bucharest
[anti-qui-ties]
[Nut Tree Bridge >>> Wick Bridge, play upon "nuc" (nut tree) and "muc" (wick)]
[Teddy Bear's Entrance no. 4 .... please close the gate]
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