New soul, making every possible mistake

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Sway

When you are used to being gorgeous and loved, the sudden apparition of an even more gorgeous being around you gives you wings. For you know that there is still room to go to reach perfection.

Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak
(Dean Martin, Sway)

5 motive pentru care imi place sa merg la mall

Dupa ce am citit postul Ancutei despre mall, am avut o mica revelatie: mie imi place la mall! Oricare din ele... Vedeti mai jos si cateva motive pentru care weekendul sau serile la mall nu sunt asa de rele cum par.

1. E cel mai bun loc unde afli care sunt ultimele tendinte in moda. Vezi atatea exemple de prost gust, incat prin eliminare afli si cam ce se poarta.
2. Iti vin idei de afaceri si de promovare. Util mai ales daca lucrezi in marketing, evaluezi cam pe unde sa ma pui un banner nou, un gand rau concurentei ca sa obtii un nou spatiu petru magazinul tau etc.
3. Ai ce sa povestesti luni la serviciu. “Auzi draga, l-am vazut pe Vio ieri la mall. Ghici cu cine era?” Pe bune acum, de unde poti sa scoti mai multe evidente despre diverse relatii daca nu din faptul ca cei doi se duc la mall impreuna?.
4. De punctul dinainte se leaga si faptul ca Mall-ul este noul parc, odata ce te plimbi cu cineva pe acolo, e clar ca ceva se intampla. Dupa ce fac cei doi impreuna poti sa afli si in ce faza a relatiei sunt, respectiv ce statut social au. De exemplu: beau o cafea (abia s-au cunoscut), vad un film (e faza ulterioara, se face conversatie si poate se “verifica” noua achizitie), mananca la Mac (studenti probabil), se plimba prin magazine impreuna (planuri de viitor deja, el evalueaza cam cat o sa il coste) etc.
5. E mai greu sa imi conving prietenii sa “facem ceva” in weekend. Cand spui “mergem la mall”, sensul vietii se imbogateste instantaneu – la mall poti face o gramada de lucruri si de fapt nimic. Cum draga, sa mergem la terasa? Da ce facem la terasa? Hai la mall!

Viata de carton pe roti

Uitasem sa va povestesc: ieri m-am blocat in metrou. A treia oara in ultimele cateva luni. Asta dupa ce plecasem special mai devreme de acasa, ca sa fac impresie. Am ajuns in statie, unde niste sarmani stateau prinsi dupa usile metroului, alti sarmani se uitau cu jind la cei prinsi, de parca ar fi sa se afle in locul lor. Dupa vreo cinci minute de asteptare, anuntul fatidic: Va rugam sa va dati jos din vagoane, trenul este defect. Na super, imi spun, sa vezi acum invazie pe peron. Si da-i si ies oamenii din vagoane. Am mai scris despre cum arata vagoanele de metrou din Bucuresti, de zici ca mergi la Auschwitz. Ei bine, nu v-ar veni sa credeti ce puhoi de popor s-a putut revarsa pe peronul care deja era plin. Imbulzeala, coate, calcare pe picioare... tot setul.

Cum sunt o persoana optimista din fire, imi spun: Acum pleaca trenul asta de pe peron, vine urmatorul, asa ca totul va fi bine si ajung si eu la birou la timp ca sa imi salvez onoarea. Da de unde. Am mai stat douazeci de minute sa poata misca trenul si inca vreo cateva ca sa vina urmatorul tren – evident plin cu oameni stresati de faptul ca fusesera tinuti in subteran mai bine de jumatate de ora. Fericiti, dadeau telefoane.

Ce am hotarat in urma incidentului:
1 – Tre sa am grija sa nu mi se mai strice iPodul cand se blocheaza metroul. E plictisitor.
2 – In viitorul previzibil o sa incep sa merg cu bicicleta la birou.
3 – E mai bine sa plec tarziu de acasa, daca si asa intarziu.

I Know My Love

There are so many people in the world who hunger for a bit of love, that our brief afternoons and evenings together seem like an undeserved blessing. So many rich glances, few words that create worlds of understanding, those little touches filled with warmth and the intense feeling that somewhere, out there, there is a great something where we can be like in our dreams. This much love cannot be wasted, and the more you get, the more there is of it.

Perfume of the day: L'Eau par Kenzo.

One of the stories yet to be told

To follow up on a previous post: sometimes it feels good just to drift away. Questions such as “Where do you see yourself in 5 years’ time” are as annoying as the indications linked to one’s age. “Aha, you’re 25 already, you should think about getting married.” Right, but to whom?

Sometimes I just let myself go to the moment, and what happens is that no world crumbles if you are not there to give it a sense of direction. So as of now, I declare myself on holiday.

Girls like tea
Girls like me
Some girls like everything that they see
(Lisa Stansfield, Treat me like a woman)

One change at a time

A friend's status, some days ago: It's a mark of a very very young soul to try and fix the world.

My answer: small comment: you can change the world so that it fixes itself someday
one little change at a time ;-)
Ana-Maria: :) nice one

A fact is, after so much talk about changing the world I'd rather focus on the small things in my own live. A couple of days ago we have had a strategy creation session for a client, with a very good exercise on comparing various strategic initiatives to the point of obtaining an action plan. Great stuff for the company, food for thought for myself - for there are so many things I want to do, people I want to see, places to visit etc. But how do I determine their relative importance to my life? How can I say that one thing that I do now is more important than another, when they are all so deeply interrelated?

Perhaps I should think about what all my present actions will determine in future. Perhaps I should follow a red path that will eventually lead me to the same light I imagine at the end. Perhaps I should do the way I feel, it has always helped me. Or maybe I should get a mentor and get him make sense of my life. Or maybe, just maybe, the answer lies ahead in the road I pursue, with all the people I meet with on the road, my eyes raised to a higher purpose. And whichever that higher purpose may be, it is good and it is filled with love.

PS: I'm listening to Portuguese Jazz for the day ;-) for absence must be replaced by music.