Customized Nike Dunk High

Posted on April 30, 2011 by Claudia Ciută

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane

Died and went to Heaven

Posted on April 28, 2011 by Claudia Ciută

Actually I was pretty much alive and went to Knock, a Belgium town at the North Sea.

This year, I decided to spend Easter with my friends in Belgium. Luck made the temperature outside 26 degrees. The Sun was up, the beach was nice, the sand was perfect, and the water was cold and clean. Courage and the cheering of a friend made me take a bath and a short swim into the North Sea. I’ve also got the first marks of my 2011 tan.

However, the impressive part, started when we wanted something to eat because we need to leave the beach and to dive deep into the town. I will try to express with words something that left me speechless.

It looked like everybody was incredibly beautiful and rich. All ladies on the street (from 12 years old to 70) looked perfect, elegant, healthy, and slim. Girls had the most perfect legs I have ever seen before. Everybody was dressed in light colors and looked like cut out from fashion magazines… royal fashion magazines. They were moving around, shopping in the Easter Saturday, riding their bicycles or their Ferrari and just being perfect. The predominant color of the town was white and the only colored color was the green of nature.

Unfortunately, I have pictures only from the sea side. Gladly, the memories will hunt me forever.

I am trying to learn German

Posted on April 27, 2011 by Claudia Ciută

In order to learn German, I have subscribed to some online classes. They send me an email ever day (that I always open) with the theme “World of the day” + an explanatory imagine. Today I received the one below:

I am on it! Seems pretty easy until now …

And still… any better suggestion on how can I learn German without going back to school?

Romania – not as bad as you imagine

Posted on April 21, 2011 by Claudia Ciută

I decided to write this article after having lunch with my French and German colleges today.

As many other times, the discussion switched to Romania… Romania, not a 3rd world country, Romania, the country where no one will steal you kidneys, Romania … the country that is not as bad as you might think.

We have such a bad reputation. Everywhere. People imagine that we have unaccompanied dogs on all our streets, garbage at every corner, poor educated people and violence. And we do. We do have them. But not as many as foreigners think we have.

I have met many foreigners, mostly Western Europeans, when I was living in Timisoara. All of them said at some point: “Hey, Romania is not as bad as I imagined!”.
But, why do they have this expectation in the first time?

Life in Romania is not that different than in other Eastern European countries. From the economical point of view, it’s actually way better. And still, we have this horrible imagine of being the worst country in Europe.

Whenever somebody asks me, where are you from? I smile and say “Romania” and then I try to guess what that person is thinking about. Does he/she hate me already? Is it thinking I am going to steel some wallet really soon?

Before moving to Germany I was happy with my country. However, here I have met people of all nationalities that are looking down and say nothing when they hear the name of my beautiful country.

People! Yes, Romania is a beautiful country! With educated managers, successful businesses, untouched nature, sea, mountains, with people that plan and work hard to see their plans become reality. It will be a successful country, a country where everybody wants to grow old and have their children grow up.

I see Romania with different eyes than six months ago. Maybe it means I have changed. I don’t know yet in which way, weather in a person that will go back to Romania and make a real change or in a person that will have a nice, relaxing life in a foreign country and cannot keep her head up when people ask: “where are you from?”.

Crazy modern society

Posted on April 18, 2011 by Claudia Ciută

Power has become the aphrodisiac for men. Recent research shows that men that live in modern societies show more interest in women in high-powered jobs.
www.dailymail.co.uk

Obviously, this makes me happy. I know that following a carrier is the right thing to do, but it’s nice to feel some support that you are on the right track… even coming from newspapers and shallow British studies.