IZA feat. Mickey @ Halloween 2011

I like Mickey so much...so much, that I wouldn't go anywhere without him these days...you see, he is like my twin brother, from another mother...that's why I had to take him with me when Petru invited us to the 2011 Halloween party...
So, because we were supposed to fool everybody else at the party, I decided to show up as Mickey...one special type of curly, quite tall Mickey (shhh, nobody noted it was me...), mummy was the artistically challenged pumpkin-carving girl (you can imagine herself like a vegetarian Brancusi...and I'm not talking about eating habits here, if you know what I mean...) and daddy was...well, he cannot fool anybody...he's just our driver...
See you!

unu, doi, trei, patru, cinci...

1 year and 11 months sharp...or 23 months...which is exactly 100 weeks...or 700 days...I felt so dizzy with all these numbers that I have decided to learn counting...actually I did not decide anything, it just happened!
Funny thing, it actually started from me wanting so bad to learn walking the stairs up and down, so I did practice a lot...you know how they say that practice makes perfect...I used to get a grip on "tati" or "mami", whoever was closer and every such episode was longer and longer...therefore they got bored easily and started counting the stairs, same as you do when counting sheep if you cannot sleep...end of story, I learned counting! No kidding, it happened exactly like this and it was so fast...now I wonder, will I need them in school to get good grades? I hope not...
What else? One month from now it's my birthday and I know they have not yet decided on my present...what can I expect from them? I just wish it's not something I will only be able to use when I'm old enough to drive...can you believe that I still cannot use my present of last year? This is amazing, no?

Kisses

IZA, Fo si MOCA...

La-laaa-la-la-la-la-la...(se aude un imn...)
Mo: Ce faci Iza?
Iza: No bine, Mo...ma incretzesc si cresc...si pe Kitty o iubesc...
FOCA: Da' tu de ce esti asa creatza, mah prajina junior? Ai luat Cavit-B cu B de la bucle?
Mo: Ha-ha...auzi FOCA, da' de ce te legi de ma-sa? Ea s-o legat de ma-ta? Hmmm...acum inteleg...s-o fi legat de ea, ma-ta nu era bine izolata, si pitica s-o curentat...ca de-aia are claia aia de cocker electrocutat...

Iza: FOCA, tu stii sa tii o minge in echilibru pe nas si sa bati din palme, in timp ce dai din coada in piscina?
Mo: Ha-ha-ha...bah FOCA, micutza Gulliver face misto de tine...cica ai fi un mare fotbalist de balta...ai dreptate Iza, FOCA asta e dat in p**da Messi...ha-ha...
Iza: Abstract...
FOCA: Iza, da' la picior cat porti?
Iza: Mai FOCA, iar te iei de mama?...
Punct.

IZA's got talent

Sometimes I'm thinking this may be true, as I keep hearing it more and more, lately...but then I realize that the only ones saying it are my parents...and they might not be truly objective on this...if you see what I mean...
Nevertheless, I do score some good points as far as presentation skills are concerned...and I'm not doing bad on hairstyles as well, no? Few days ago, a little girl came to me in the park, felt my hair (almost mesmerized by it) and whispered "...I cannot believe this is real"...of course it is, what are you thinking?
So, can I quickly earn some nice cash by just going to "...Got Talent", say hello and introduce myself, shake my head a few times so that everybody sees my hair and then say thank you and leave the stage? I'm sure Mihai, Andra and Andi will know what my talent is, no?
Let's play a short game - this is for tabloids, to help them have something to write for when I will be famous...I will give you three brief statements about me, two of them being true and one not so true...can you guess which is which? let's see...
- I am twenty
- HelloKitty appears on more than 75% of my clothes
- I am fluent in one language
...for those interested, I will give the right answer in the next episode...

see you,

Say my name

Hmmm...still struggling with my name...cannot say it very well...maybe it is just too long...or something...
I can deal almost perfectly well with "soseta", "sase", "mama", "mimi"(what is this?) and "apa", but these are pretty much all in my vocabulary...and I'm close to nineteen (see note below)...should I worry?
Or maybe I should not...I am so good at everything else...I do understand almost all my parents' words...and to be honest, I do speak a lot, but somehow they seem not to be able to understand...nor the others...but in the end is this my problem, or theirs? I dunno....all I know is that other parents walk around so proud, telling everybody that their kids speak fluently...yeah, right...I wouldn't even bet 50 cent on that...actually I do not have 50 cent, but I could ask Coyote to lend me this money, if I wanted to bet...but I don't...
Still, I should probably learn my name...what if someday I get lost and the people that find me ask about my name? What do I tell them? I can save the label above, keep it in my pocket and show it if needed, no?
But what if they ask me where I am from? And what if I were from Papua New Guinea? Hmmm...it would be really tough...I could be in big trouble...but then I should just look out for older friends and get them to speak for me, no? Papu-Papu...aaaa...get it?

See you,

note: months...

Profile Pictures

Well, I needed these pictures to prepare a short album, as requested by my future collaborators...you know them, they are usually high-profile, strange looking, sexually disoriented individuals or tandems, who advertise their products within big impact, one-week campaigns in Milano, Paris, New York or London...I am sure they will all like the profiles below and will design complete collections dedicated to me, that will achieve great success from the audience...
...Ladies and Gentlemen, Dolce and Jean Paul proudly present:
Curly and Dangerous...