humor
intelligent look
will to be better
fun
freedom
optimist
truth
son
iPod
intelligence
keen on details and analytic
adaptable / flexible
curiosity and challenge
emotional intelligence
courage
unconditional love
add your own if you dare. or care.
i was going to title this post ‘the dancer in green sport pants is hot’. Madonna however changed all that when she had the guts to stand against discrimination. the discrimination that is so endemic in Romania. i loved the show. i did not like the impatient booing before the show. can we just not wait for something and really need to manifest our lack of manners and patience? i admired the guts she had to stand up for gypsies when we all know how they are treated here. and i like she mentioned homosexuals. i raised my hand for that. oh, i almost forgot! the dancer in green sport pants, so beefy and cute and Irish looking… so hot! i trembled when i saw him on stage in that crowd. duh! i am gay after all.
HE:
salut
pe unde stai in sect *
i vrea sa iesim la o tigare si o plimbare cu bicicleta sau rolele daca stam aproape
nu am poza dar sunt si destept si frumos si…oricum iti propun o plimbare:)
(stupid) ME:
salut
pe la ******.
nu am bicicleta dar vreau sa-mi cumpar una si mi-ar prinde bine un companion de pedalat.
nu pot sa merg pe role si vreau sa invat. am tot incercat ca conving lumea sa ma ajute dar nu a vrut nimeni. o sa invat singur pana la urma.
nu conteaza ca nu ai poza. putem sa ne vedem si daca nu imi place de mutra ta nu ne mai vedem a 2-a oara. simplu 😛
oh, si da, vreau o plimbare. chiar si pe jos.
btw, mergi la concert? la madonna, adica.
;o)
HE:
mersi pt reply
imi pare rau canu ai bicicleta caeu chiar aveam chef de ea
voi mege insa cu un allt amic si cu prietenul lui pana la metro colentina
curajosi nu?
insa as vrea sa ne vdm si noi pt ca mi ai rasppuns la un mesaj atat de stupid si lipsit de nici o incarcatura de vreun fel:P
dar cu proxima ocazie ca oricum stam approape
ai un mess?
nu merg la madona
i have no idea what to say or do. so i will refrain from any reaction. he is probably a jester poking fun at me. why did i even bother replying in the first place?
… is when you are dumb and extremely emotional and are able to physically withstand long fucking sessions
the best time to fall in love
my left leg
PS – btw, this is my 100th post.
Dutch Police float at Gay Pride Parade on Princess Canal in Amsterdam
August 1, 2009
From Amsterdam Gay Pride 2009
[later edit] this is so much i could do with my photographic skills and a camera that is a bit too much for that and perhaps for me either.
i just realized a major disadvantage of being alone.
i ate and as result, unbeknownst to me, i left some tomato sauce and something else around my month. i carried that throughout my entire walk downtown. no one said a word just made funny faces and i felt a bit awkward.
only when i downloaded the picture from the camera i saw a self portrait that spelled the whole shame. i feel embarrassed and i hope tomorrow i will not forget to wipe my mouth.
if i only had somebody to tell me i need to wipe my mouth…
[later edit] or better yet take good care of myself and the way i look. don’t need anyone to do that for me.
… in my bed with someone special by my side
i am sad because i am o the brink of losing two recent friends, both at once. i over exposed them to my inner emotions and i got them tired of my ups and downs.
a week from now i will be in the bus to Amsterdam. it hit me a couple of day ago that this is the first time ever i will be traveling alone, all by myself. i am a bit worried about how it is going to be. i am also anxious to see what awaits me there.
one good thing is that even though i managed to put myself at jeopardy again, i managed to revert to the adult state of mind. i am still receding from time to time. this, however, is making me more aware of the things that need to change with me and i vow to improve my crisis management skills and to empower my inner adult even more.
thus, positives and negatives. and games averted.
i need to explain myself even if this will not change your take on me: not even to this day do I know where Harman is, for instance. I spend way too many summer vacations in Brasov and unfortunately i do not have peasant memories of it. I still love the city I was born in and in which i have not been residing for 31 years. There is an apartment there, that i sold about 9 years ago that holds those memories.
