Parisian cats- the goth cat, the biker cat

Miauuuuu!

Some exclusive photos taken in Paris. These extravagant cats quietly make their way on the streets of Paris. I was surprised they didn’t have a pack of Vogues to light up cigarettes every 3 minutes 🙂

Despre arta manipularii unde nu e spaga

In Romania nu e cred ca e nevoie ca impostorii sa trebuiasca sa isi foloseasca talentele pentru a optine ceea ce isi doresc. Ar fi prea complicat de stat ore in sir sa faca planuri de actiune, cum sa joace roluri de naivi, nevinovati, super buni la toate. La noi exista spaga.

Dar in Anglia, tarisoara draga, totul este calculat si bine pus la punt in asa fel in care nimeni sa nu banuiasca vreodata ce se intampla.

Domnisoara H, tanara absolventa al unui colegiu, A-levels cam slabe, prea multa munca la facultate, se hotaraste sa obtina un job super bine platit sa isi cumpere masini sport, o casa cu gradina, si vacante scumpe la munte iarna si pe plaje nisipoase vara. Problema e ca ea nu se pricepe la nimic, dar din fericire stie cum sa manipuleze oameni. Merge la cursuri, devine un as superficial in microsoft office, isi ia un job part-time intr-un hotel ca receptionista. Dar sa stea ea la comanda tuturor nu, si cum the boss s-a prins ca ea nu prea stie nimic o concediaza.

Putin mai tarziu, H. gaseste un part-time job ca bibliotecar. Vai, dar ea este o draguta, experienta in domeniu, extraordinar de prietenoasa si zambitoare, ar ajuta pe oricine oricand, are un aer foarte profesional, dar daca vede ca cineva care nu prea isi permite sa plateasca cand a adus cartea tarziu, il iarta. H. incepe incet, incet sa castige admiratia tuturor. De fiecare data cand strica ceva da vina pe colega, fara ca aceasta sa stie sa se poata apara. Cand ceva nu merge si se intampla sa stie, nu impartaseste cu nimeni secretul si incearca cat de mult poate sa scape de colega ei. Bineinteles, ea este atat de buna pt acel job incat s-ar descurca excelent daca ar lucra full-time.

Dar intre timp, H. este avansata, i se ofera un job full-time intr-un alt birou si visul ei i se implineste. Face ea greseli cam des, dar vai lucreaza atat de mult ea, vine la 8 si pleaca la 5 jumate si nici nu e platita sa lucreze atat de mult. Acum H. are un super trendy sporty audi, o casa cu gradina si isi face planul sa mearga in vacanta pe o plaja insorita cu nisipuri aurii. Evident lucrurile merg mai prost la locul muncii, dar nimeni nu ar banui vreodata ca e numal vina ei pentru salarii neplatite la timp, sau ani intregi de date pierdute. In ochii tuturor, ea este o persoana extraordinara fara de care nu s-ar putea descurca.

Poveste adevarata, in sensul propriu al cuvantului.
Ma intreb acum, de ce numai eu pot sa o citesc si englezii cred ca e o sfanta…?!

London joy,b-day present

On talent from a talent-a-bit-less person

Amour, Reve, Imagination- or how i got to finally see what these ingredients can result in. I used to listen to how it sounded like, but seeing it live actually made me realize something that was going on for quite a while: how all people have talents although they may seem talent-less, even when knowing them for years. Some people are painters, others can sing, but the most extraordinary experience is when you discover people around you can lie in the most artistic manner you could think of, or perhaps they can put their hands on some needles and knit flawless toys, and even doing the laundry or googling something can be a form of art.

The tragedy of taking clothes out of the washing machine and realizing some of them were pink, others had violet stripes on them didn’t seem to be a form of joy, but when i realized my clothes actually did look pretty damn good, i started thinking about it as a hidden, unconscious talent i may have. that thought didn’t stay for long with me though.

However, i do believe people don’t always seem to take advantage of their talents and use them in a way they can perhaps lighten up the people around us. It’s more about using our talents to learn how to give. When you think of talent, most people think it is a way of making money, perhaps even making a living out of it. It’s a shame we choose to go down this road.

Is Santa Claus a nazi?

Well, well, after sending my letter to Santa, which I do every year around this time, I was curious to try the nice-o-meter. And he told me I’ve been a bad girl and I should learn how to behave. Well, maybe i haven’t been that good this year, but I was just wondering…if i was a bad girl, what does Santa think of Adolf Hitler?

Surprise, surprise! Adolf Hitler has behaved much better than me, and Santa is really fond of him. Hmm, interesting!