I forgot about my blogg...

My friends, my parents, my sister, and so on... say I’m "uituca". I love them so I try to prove them right on a daily basis.

But I have managed to overcome even my own expectations, when I realized today that I forgot for weeks that I had this blogg, a virtual space at my own disposal to play with.

When writing www.blogger.com it directly opened this page. Uau...this is me...Hello Oana ! It seems the virtual space likes me after all if he remembered me so.... Maybe all those viruses it constantly troughs at me are just a childish....kindergarten boy like ...ways of showing that he likes me. I don't even know why I am surprised. The internet, somehow in the state I know him; it's actually barely a grown-up. Si-o fi serbat majoratul:)? Cum s-o comporta internetul beat crita incercand sa bage o gagica, beata mai putin dar destul cat sa pretinda ca nu stie ce face, intr-un dormitor in seala balului? Stiu cum arata google in costum negru de bal (http://www.blackle.com/) ...la internet nu prea ma prind dar imi imaginez ca ar merita un dans in carnetul meu de vals.

I got so girly nervous about the internet liking me that i instinctively returned to romanian, although at some point my non-romanian speaking AIESEC friends might visit me and it would not be polite to welcome them so...