Why I love (my) boys:
1.Because they are childish their whole life through.
2.Because they are strong and tough.
3.Because they fall in love and forget all about No.2.
4.Because they are loyal.
5.Because they are afraid to say I love you but give themselves so adorably away.
6. Because they are smart and ambitious and aren't afraid of what life can get one.
7. Because they don't complain, but are still sensible enough to care.
8. Because they drunk-call. Or drunk-email. Or drunk-sms. And drunk-blog :>.
9. Because they fight to be happy and never give up.
10. Because they are sincere in a touching way, and insincere in a way that makes you want to hug them.
On deeper thought, that's why I love (my) girls too.
Showing posts with label Kitten. Show all posts
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Friday, October 10, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
The new man
"Since I started loving the girl, we don't have wild sex anymore, I just feel like caressing her."
"Why can't I have her, that I want, while the other one keeps ringing me?"
"I love you. Come on, go boheme!"
"I would hook up with another girl, but wouldn't that mean that I am unfaithful to her, whom I really love?"
"It's not like we are surrounded by dozens and dozens of women. Sometimes you have to know your limits."
"I wouldn't have slept with her anyway. Why should I meddle in such a long-term relationship, just for an one-night stand?"
Duck, elephant, turtle, squirrel, kitten, meerkat. Some more. All smart, accomplished and gorgeous men.
Being there for me when I needed a a soft shoulder. Asking why I didn't feel well. Telling me I'm beautiful when I needed it. Crying on my shoulder when he felt week. Making me coffee in the morning. Laughing at me when I felt on the street, but being there to pick me up. Forwarding me an email that I wrote ages ago in which I promised I will never stop being thankful for having friends. Calling when I was ill. Calling when I was happy, just to share. Calling when he was happy. Kissing me on the forehead. Being concerned when I lost too much weight. Telling me to look after his ex, because she is so insecure. Teaching me to love. Calling in the middle of the night. Drunk-sms-ing me just to share a feeling. Communicating. Fighting againgst forbidden feelings. Lying out of insecurity. Falling in love and never admitting it. Being jealous. Never leaving me any other choice but to love him.
The new type of man is responsible, shows feelings, speaks up for himself, is surprisingly emancipated, dreams of one great love and keeps trying.
For this, my dear boys, I bow to you.
LE: This post was a thank you note for all the support I received from my friends over the last weeks, even if I was so stupid as to keep silence on my need for it. I am very thankful for having you, my dears.
"Why can't I have her, that I want, while the other one keeps ringing me?"
"I love you. Come on, go boheme!"
"I would hook up with another girl, but wouldn't that mean that I am unfaithful to her, whom I really love?"
"It's not like we are surrounded by dozens and dozens of women. Sometimes you have to know your limits."
"I wouldn't have slept with her anyway. Why should I meddle in such a long-term relationship, just for an one-night stand?"
Duck, elephant, turtle, squirrel, kitten, meerkat. Some more. All smart, accomplished and gorgeous men.
Being there for me when I needed a a soft shoulder. Asking why I didn't feel well. Telling me I'm beautiful when I needed it. Crying on my shoulder when he felt week. Making me coffee in the morning. Laughing at me when I felt on the street, but being there to pick me up. Forwarding me an email that I wrote ages ago in which I promised I will never stop being thankful for having friends. Calling when I was ill. Calling when I was happy, just to share. Calling when he was happy. Kissing me on the forehead. Being concerned when I lost too much weight. Telling me to look after his ex, because she is so insecure. Teaching me to love. Calling in the middle of the night. Drunk-sms-ing me just to share a feeling. Communicating. Fighting againgst forbidden feelings. Lying out of insecurity. Falling in love and never admitting it. Being jealous. Never leaving me any other choice but to love him.
The new type of man is responsible, shows feelings, speaks up for himself, is surprisingly emancipated, dreams of one great love and keeps trying.
For this, my dear boys, I bow to you.
LE: This post was a thank you note for all the support I received from my friends over the last weeks, even if I was so stupid as to keep silence on my need for it. I am very thankful for having you, my dears.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Cool stuff
Today's Bucharest was freezing in every possible way.
So there I was, standing next to the chick and the kitten, a tiny cup of coffee in my hand and trying to steal some warmth from it, as both chick and kitten were freezing and could have used some warmth and sunshine themselves, let alone give me some for myself.
On my way home, I walked the cold streets of the city and thought about the different freezing moments in our lives. And moreover, how absurd it is that we try to be cool day after day, freezing our souls on the way until their are completely paralyzed .
Reaching a cold and unfriendly home, I called the duck in search for a warming word. I didn't find it there, the duck had his cool day today.
At moments like this, people ask you to "chill" and "cool down". Err...guess that should work: I'm freezing to death here, being "cool" with it shouldn't be a problem hence.
So there I was, standing next to the chick and the kitten, a tiny cup of coffee in my hand and trying to steal some warmth from it, as both chick and kitten were freezing and could have used some warmth and sunshine themselves, let alone give me some for myself.
On my way home, I walked the cold streets of the city and thought about the different freezing moments in our lives. And moreover, how absurd it is that we try to be cool day after day, freezing our souls on the way until their are completely paralyzed .
Reaching a cold and unfriendly home, I called the duck in search for a warming word. I didn't find it there, the duck had his cool day today.
At moments like this, people ask you to "chill" and "cool down". Err...guess that should work: I'm freezing to death here, being "cool" with it shouldn't be a problem hence.
Monday, November 12, 2007
How the kitten made my day
Today I met the kitten and the chick again for a short cup of coffee - a very short cup of coffee, as we all had shit to do...
However, in the short time we talked, the kitten managed to stunt me again: when looking back to the last 6 years of my life, he said, I can't see more than a dozen things I would do exactly the same if I had the choice.
Yeah, I answered, but if you hadn't lived the way you did, you wouldn't be the person you are right now anymore.
Yeah, the kitten answered, that's exactly my point.
I never was the reflective type - my life is a continuum of heres and nows, and I never really stopped to think about the past and what went wrong or right in my life. Actually, I always regarded the past as something that is given to you and that couldn't be changed.
But on second thought, actually, I think you could change something, as your individual past is build up of all your memories and the weight you give them in your personal history. And while facts cannot be altered, the way you relate to them can. So you can chose to have happy memories or sad ones, to have done wonderful things or wicked ones, and finally, to love who you have become or hate it.
HERO OF THE DAY: The kitten. He might not be able to change his past, but he is definitely able to change his future.
However, in the short time we talked, the kitten managed to stunt me again: when looking back to the last 6 years of my life, he said, I can't see more than a dozen things I would do exactly the same if I had the choice.
Yeah, I answered, but if you hadn't lived the way you did, you wouldn't be the person you are right now anymore.
Yeah, the kitten answered, that's exactly my point.
I never was the reflective type - my life is a continuum of heres and nows, and I never really stopped to think about the past and what went wrong or right in my life. Actually, I always regarded the past as something that is given to you and that couldn't be changed.
But on second thought, actually, I think you could change something, as your individual past is build up of all your memories and the weight you give them in your personal history. And while facts cannot be altered, the way you relate to them can. So you can chose to have happy memories or sad ones, to have done wonderful things or wicked ones, and finally, to love who you have become or hate it.
HERO OF THE DAY: The kitten. He might not be able to change his past, but he is definitely able to change his future.
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