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...

IZA and Santa met again on Christmas eve

I heard that the Earth has almost completed another turn round the Sun, so along came Christmas. And I met Santa again. For the second time in my life. So no business cards this time...
Same place (Petru, Aura and Matei's house), same Santa (skinny gentleman, good manners, nice girlfriend) and pretty much same kids, so it felt good again. But this did not stop me from crying... When daddy left me in Moshu' Golo's lap, I started the siren...so loud, that I even got myself scared, not to mention the other kids...and it was not because there's always a scandal between steaua and dinamo, no matter how well they know each other; and not because I knew that insurers are always ripping you off...I think I just wanted to show everybody that I am perfectly cute at all times, not only when I'm smiling. I am sure they all liked me, no?

Domn, domn, sa-naltam...

Career plan

It's no secret that I have huge expectations from the future...also my parents have placed a great deal of faith in me...I will learn much more than anybody else, I will work hard twenty-four-seven and I will plan thoroughly my professional career...I will not let anything come in my way and I know I will be able to overcome any obstacle, no matter how big it is...
But you know what I target the most? My deepest and biggest wish I could think of, right now?
I hope one day I will see Hello Kitty all dressed up, wearing "IZA"-branded clothing...hmmm, what a day will that be!

Kisses!

Walkie-Talkie

So lately I am a walkie-talkie! Still can't handle both at the same time...10-15 minutes fast moving walkie, and then 5-10 minutes loud talkie...
Mom and dad seem to really enjoy my walking, but somehow they seem not to understand my talking...at all...could be that they have not yet learned my native language...probably they don't have enough time...or maybe they are not so smart, no?
I think they should attend my I-classes more seriously, do their I-homework every day and so they might pass the I-exam and finally find a way to communicate with me more clearly...

Pup U,
Iza

IZA loves the Blaxy

The last weeks were times for so many firsts for me...my first holiday after a very long and demanding year...my very first encounter with the Blaxy, sand and waves...my 1st trip to Constanta...my first period of more than two weeks with both my parents...unfortunately my first ever flu with coughing and medicines...my first check-in to a hotel...and my 1st check-out...
I cannot even remember all of them...

I really liked everything...but the flu...my first holiday was absolutely fantastic and I cannot wait until next year...
And I loved the Blaxy so much...I miss it already...

See you