Adina is a senior developer in the team at my work. She describes herself in three words as true, gothic and special. Indeed, she is special enough for the worst storm in a month to happen in the exact twenty minutes window she is outside from work to home. When it comes to the gothic aspect, she likes the black color (I know, black is not exactly a color, it's in fact the absence of it) and she likes talking about death. As of the true emo part, that probably is hidden deep inside her soul. Usually we experience her hysterical joy when things get ugly, blunt dismissal when she's sleepy after a great and sometimes hot night full of alcohol, subtle actions against the system, smart jokes about everything that is not beyond the vanishing point of the horizon and singing performances that would make a baby cry.
Somehow I understand the context of her life from what she shares about herself, after trimming out the stories of her great awareness at the early age of two, but of course without the grained details that anyone in his right mind will stay out. What I can say from the perspective of two desks to the left, is that her sorrow is perfectly justified and her accomplishments admirable, even if there is place for better and happier. At first you wouldn't think that she's so emotional and passionate, but she really is, although those moments are cut short in the presence of others.
If voices tell you that you’re normal, then it would be nice to stop swearing and leave a hysterical comment exacerbating the lack of talent of this silent monkey, unless you have died before you felt...
Disclaimer: This text tries to be a satire and some expressions are used deliberately from the person described herein.
Disclaimer: This text tries to be a satire and some expressions are used deliberately from the person described herein.
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Adina does not simply like the color black,she is emerged in it, as she stains everything around her with some little darkness: she has
black humor, black thoughts and even, almost unbelievable, a black...how can I put this, ok,
I'll just say it: dress.
Black is just her natural way of counterbalancing the sparkles in her eyes (sometimes delicately enhanced by vodka) and the infectious smile that stretches from one cheek to the other whenever something completely unexpected (can I say "fucked-up" on a stranger's blog?) happens.
Now, turning to EMOtions, Adina is a complete fail, all her courageous attempts to become a heartless bitch, took somewhere along the road a wrong turn, so wrong, she affectionately calls the memories.
Last but not least, she is the next Romanian/European/ Milky-Way big thing in music, just that she would not take her clothes off to make an
impression in the music business, in fact she would not even take her ass to the local karaoke, for now she is perfectly content to enchant the ears of friends/co-workers and random bus passengers.
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