Maria's Written Thoughts

De cateva saptamani exista un nebun care ma suna disperat si imi da tone de mesaje de genul: 'I am your well wisher u just make me ur mate only.' nu vorbeste prea corect engleza si din conversatiile de 1 minut pe care le-am avut cu el am dedus ca ar fi arab. Incheie mereu cu TC (take care i assume)... nu il cunosc si el pretinde ca nu ma cunoaste dar vrea sa imi fie prieten... la inceput am crezut ca e o gluma, dar joaca a continuat in ciuda amenintarilor mele ca il dau pe mana politiei daca imi mai trimite vreun mesaj. Acum ma suna noaptea, pe la 12, sub numar ascuns (!!) sa ma intrebe de ce nu vreau sa fie prietenul meu? The guy must be really SICK! Acum incepe sa ma sperie intrucat se pare ca e really menthal! Si parca nu imi ajungeau grijile din ultimele zile :( acum stau sa ma uit in spatele meu pe strada sa vad daca nu ma urmareste nebunul. arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I'd LOVE to get there this time, see them live

I went through a lot of things just to get where I am now and I am still in the process of assessing something here. I may end up back to where I started with absolutely nothing. However, an opportunity is still an opportunity and I was brave enough to take it. PS: this is post #100

paula: zi-mi ce white background avem noi. caucasian? sau ce suntem? Maria: da, white caucasian cred.. Maria: dar ce fill , american application? paula: nu Maria: ca aici sunt alte categorii: white British, white Irish, si other white paula: toate bancile astea cer info pt equal oportunity paula: other white, dar apoi cer sa detaliezi ce other white esti paula: o prostie Maria: LOL - white - ROMANIAN Maria: cum ei au white british, uite asa suntem si noi WHITE romanian! Maria: what the fuck!! white british e mai special decat alt white? Maria: mai da-i in ma-sa! paula: black romanian inseamna tigan? :D Maria: cam asa :D

Smile to the world and the world will smile back. PS: oare de ce fiecare copil plange cand vine pe lume? de ce nu zambeste instead?

By Paulo Coelho When her brother was born, Sa-chi Gabriel begged her parents to leave her alone with the baby. They refused, fearing that, as with many four-year-olds, she was jealous and wanted to mistreat him. But Sa-chi showed no signs of jealousy. And since she was always extremely affectionate towards her little brother, her parents decided to carry out an experiment. They left Sa-chi alone with their new-born baby, but kept the bedroom door ajar so that they could watch what she did. Delighted to have her wish granted, little Sa-chi tiptoed over to the cradle, leaned over the baby and said: ‘Tell me what God is like. I’m beginning to forget.’

Sunt bulversata. Lia a scris un post zilele trecute care a fost ca un trigger de stare pentru mine: what the heck am I doing? Should I still go back to RO for good? Am impresia ca pasesc pe nisipuri miscatoare: daca pana acum cateva saptamani eram ferm convinsa ca o sa regasesc paradisul pierdut de-acasa (a se citi starea mea de vesnica multumire, veselie si lipsa de griji, plus bonus nelipsitele concerte in draguta-mi masina, asteptand cuminte la cozile de la semafoarele din trafic) , a venit postul acesta sa imi reaminteasca despre realitatea cruda din Romania. O mare tiganiada pe care am detestat-o de cand ma stiu. Si ca un facut, incepand din secunda in care am citit postingul, lantul 'conicidentelor' a crescut: Sabotor ma sfatuieste acelasi lucru, prietenii imi spun cum abia asteapta si ei sansa de a pleca mai inspre vest, cunostinte apropiate imi povetesc ce mare greseala au facut ca s-au intors in tara la terminarea masterelor, fosti colegi de munca se plang de cat d...