Showing posts with label joi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joi. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Ce-am fost si ce-am crezut ca am fost

5:01 PM Nicicand nu am avut asa o perioada nefasta pt blogareala.
Prin urmare, am sa incep prin a detalia vremea din Anglia la momentul scrierii acestui articol.
Aici ninge de doua zile si totul s-a blocat. Ma uit acum pe geam si vad casele acoperite de zapada, gardul e alb totalmente, strada e nepopulata, la fiecare geam vad clipocit de televizor, probabil lumea sta si isi bea five o`clock tea-ul, bucurandu-se de el mai mult ca niciodata, data fiind temperatura de -3 grade Celsius de afara. Tara intreaga e amortita sub 5 cm de zapada care au facut ravagii. Transportul e dat peste cap, oamenii sunt blocati, nu pot merge la joburi, facultatile trimit mail-uri studentilor spunandu-le sa stea acasa, ca sa nu isi puna vietile in pericol, prin urmare "In view of the adverse weather conditions, the decision has been taken to CANCEL ALL CLASSES TODAY.", la multe magazine vezi placute cu "due to winter conditions, the shop is now closed until the situation gets better". Multi dintre studenti (a.k.a. africani, indieni, unii asiatici) vad zapada pt prima data in viata lor. E incredibil cum o tara care se vrea a fi una din cele mai dezvoltate din lume e incremenita si speriata de niscaiva zapada.

5:03 PM Daca mi-ar fi bine, cu siguranta nu as vorbi despre vreme. Asta e specialitatea englezilor. Eu mi-s latina, nu stau sa disec firu`-n patru despre conditiile meteorologice.

Dar ceva se intampla in ultimul timp. Sufar de apatie. Nu imi pasa. De nimic.
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Am sa continui in engleza, curge mai usor. Si parca maschez mai bine ceea ce in romana m-ar face sa par de-a dreptul patetica.
Sa-i spunem "Povestea de joi despre niste oameni pe care nu-i (mai re)cunosc"

5:05 PM You meet someone. He’s everything you ever wanted. You fall in love. You get to know each other, and guess what? He loves you too! Sparks are flying, and there’s magic in the air. You get along great, and as time goes by you realize how much you really have fallen for him. It seems nothing could go wrong, you’re both so in love with each other, you share everything together, you’re like an ideal couple, in every sense of the word.

Then it happened. Suddenly, you feel like it’s just not the same anymore. He’s no longer sweet, and thoughtful, and caring. He turned from being the most lovable person to practically a migraine-causing stranger. You wonder what you’ve done to cause such a change. You labor over endless assumptions and analysis just to explain why things aren’t working the way they were between the two of you. You wonder, does he still love me? You pluck up the courage to ask him, but he just shrugs and avoids giving you a definite answer. You feel more frustrated than ever. And yet, his actions are loud and clear, even though he’s not saying it to your face. The love he once had for you, is no longer there.

You try to deny it. You hope. That somehow, maybe… you’re wrong. That perhaps, he still loves you and there’s a perfectly good explanation for the way he’s been acting. You desperately want to believe that things will get better. But you know you’re not happy anymore. You cry yourself to sleep every night, trying to think of ways to save your relationship. Trying to revive a feeling that was once there but has died a natural death, trying to mend something that you know is broken beyond repair. But then you wake up, and the truth is staring you hard in the face, it’s OVER. No matter how much you try to deny it, his chapter in your life has come to an end.

So now comes the painful process of letting go. You know in your heart that you have to, that it’s the right thing to do, but you just can’t! You love him. You need him. So the natural tendency is to hold on. You tell yourself to just hold on… even though you know his heart doesn’t belong to you anymore. You come to a point where you blame yourself for what’s happening. But it’s not your fault. You need to understand that there are certain things in life that you can’t control. They need to happen because someone up there allows them to happen.

It’s hard letting go of someone that we have loved for so long. It’s painful to watch the people we love, walk away from us. But if they want to go, we need to let them go! It’s easier said than done, but then again love is never easy. It hurts like crazy, and it hurts so bad that we feel like we’re about to bleed from so much pain. No one can truly explain how painful it is, without having experienced it themselves. It’s not easy, and it will take time. But know this and trust in this, IT WILL GET BETTER. The age old cliché, Time heals all wounds, may sound boring and repetitive, but it’s true. Letting go allows you and your partner to become the people you were meant to be. You can’t control love. You can’t force someone to stay with you, if you know they’re not happy anymore. What you can do is move on. Believe that there’s someone out there who will love you with everything that they have and in the way you deserve to be loved.

If we really and truly love someone, their happiness should mean more to us than our own. It’s called selfless love. So many lovers in the world are put to this kind of test. Ask yourself. How much do you really love him? Do you love him enough to allow him to go where he’s happy, even if it’s no longer with you? Do you love him enough to allow him to be happy without feeling revengeful or bitter? Do you love him enough to let him go?

Letting go doesn’t mean we need to GIVE UP, it just means we need to GIVE IN… give in to the TRUTH, and learn to accept the fact that we may have lost love, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be able to find it again. Maybe we just needed to love the wrong person first, before we finally love the right one. And when we finally meet the one that’s meant for us, we will know, because nothing and no one can ever take that away from us. Understand this. Only then will we be able to see the beauty of LOVE for what it really is, and appreciate the twist and turns of this journey we call LIFE.
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Je est un autre. Daca nu se gasea desteptul de Rimbaud sa spuna chestia asta, poate ajungeam eu copilul teribil al Poeziei. Asa, ce-am ajuns?

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Thursday, 20 December 2007

Is it madness? Or it`s just ME?


NOTE!!! If you look forward to reading a logical, well-organized blog entry, then please skip my page. Don`t ask for tidiness, for logic, for reason...not today. Thanks for your kind understanding.


Just got home. Another lovely hectic day. No school on today`s menu. Researching my future. Found what I was looking for. Meeting with the interactors.
And now I should be cleaning out my closet, but I`m not in the right mood to do such things.

My winamp loves playing games with me. I just can`t focus on today`s topic. Which is telepathy.

Carevasazica e joi. (asta devinde laitmotiv, incet incet)

If the phone doesn`t ring, then it`s certainly me.
Imi plac sarbatorile.
Imi place joi. Mai ales cand vineri nu te duci la scoala. Am probleme cu absentele. Am nevoi. Am nevoie de o motivare. Am nevoie de o evadare pe partie. Am nevoie de un snowboard. Am nevoie de bani. Mi-e sete. Am nevoie de lamaie, ca iar s-a terminat. Am nevoie de spray nazal, ca s-a terminat si ala. De fapt nevoile sunt mult mai putine. Nevoia e acel lucru vital fara de care nu poti sa traiesti. Nevoie ar fi doar de aer, apa...not much more.
Gosh, not this song again...'love`s an excuse to get hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me.' Geeee, who invented such sad stories? Life`s much of a magical trip which step-by-step reveals its mysteries to you, not so many sighs and not so much sadness.
I really think I am mad.
Somebody help me.
I feel like I wanna kill somebody. Will you be my victim? This sounds much of a "will you be my valentine?"-question So yeap, we can sometimes say that love`s just an epiphany of suffering. But it`s not my case, since love`s not on my menu today. I should call and tell him: "Hey, today I did NOT think of you. At all." Ok, this was mean, now I should stop. The water`s boiling. And the window`s opened, I guess I should close it. But what if a snow flake gets cold and wants to enter? Hmm....I guess I`m a killer now. Cause we all know that if the tiny cute snow flake enters, it`ll die. But I don`t mind about it. I only wanna see him happy, even if it`s just for one second.

You know what? We`ll talk about telepathy a bit later. I really have to go now. Cause my room`s a whole mess and I can`t take it anymore, I have too much energy.
PS-It just stroke me a terrifying idea: what if one day I`ll be running out of it? Of energy? :-? OMG. :-o:-o:-o

Friday, 27 July 2007

First romanian

Dear dear diary...

hopa! Am zis ca e first romanian entry, deci let`s come back to my mother tongue. Asa ca azi avem romana ca limba unanim stiuta/vorbita/pocita de toata lumea (buna!) de pe blogspot, this reaction-in-network-web which somehow causes dependence on virtual interaction.

Well...This week suckz. That`s for sure. Otherwise, it`s all smiles and sunshine. But the point is that there`s no "otherwise", you know...there`s just a crappy situation I`m finding myself in.

Stop un pic! Sa explicitez.

Azi e joi. (BTW, exista o poezie "Joi". Adika pe dansa o cheama chiar joi. Dar poate fi citita in orice zi. Numai ca azi e joi si m-am gandit sa o stii si tu, ca suna destul de bine---urla modestia-n mine, huh? :)) suna asa: ea zise că mă dă dracu` dar eu i-am zâmbit larg/ şi am căutat din priviri aparatul de fotografiat/ ea.../ ea îşi căuta mingea galbenă şi începuse să fredoneze vrute şi nevrute/ se gândea probabil la lobul urechii mele/ am sărutat-o pe gât şi ea m-a strâns în braţe/ mingea e de negăsit/ am început să râdem şi mi-am eliberat urechea/ ne strângeam de gât eliberându-ne dragostea prin buricele degetelor/ se gândea să-şi înghesuie capul într-o rolă de scoci gros/ eu i-am spus că nu i-ar sta bine/ nu ştim ce face alex.../ vin după tine/ i-am spus/ exact ca în prima/ a doua şi a treia zi/ scutură ţigara şi zâmbi/ privind scrumiera neîncăpătoare ....gata :D )
Revin. Carevasazica e JOI.
Eu tocmai am venit de la scoala. Hell boring. Prima ora - franceza. I skipped it ca deh, e franceza. In +, de la 7 la 8 se doarme destul de bine dupa o noapte in care ai stat treaz sa citesti o cartulie ale carei pagini se intorc singure precum "Igiena asasinului" - al dreaqu` de enervanta, de-asta zic ca se intorc singure paginile, nu ca Amelie Nothomb ar da dovada de prea multa maiestrie. Doi - engleza. Skipped that too. I`m too good to be light :)) Chimie - test. M-am dus. N-aveam nota, deci nici sa fi vrut sa ma sustrag, nu as fi putut. Plus, aveam chef sa vad ce stiu. Asteptarile nu mi-au fost depasite - n-am stiut mai nimic. Nu e stress, "mai nimik" means o nota oarecare diferita de 10. Voiam 10, dar si evreii au vrut sa evite Holocaustul, insa..baaaad-luck! Dupa care...dubla portie de placere: romana. Bacovia mai bine s-ar fi facut flashnetar decat sa fi scris 'Plumb' :| Un pastel al Mortii, o meditatie sumbra despre trecerea spre Dincolo...hei, stop un pic! There`s no Dincolo la Bacovia, actually. Le prea zice tipu`, n-are subintelesuri si ascunzisuri. I-a dat cu tifla lui Eminescu si a lui "Din valurile vremii", dar who cares?! Ieri a trecut DINCOLO(and this time THERE IS a Dincolo, unfortunately. And I mean it.) un amic. Nu trebuia sa se intample asta. In prag de bac, in floarea tineretii, singur la parinti, de o istetime rara...daaaamn! Cata dreptate pe Euripide: 'No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.' Ooooh crap. It`s my last intention to turn soapy, but just try to imagine how life would be if tomorrow wouldn`t be anymore. Oook, I stop here with this topic. Elegii avem destule in lirica noastra roamneasca, bocete si plansete siropoase vedem destule la stirile de la ora 17:00 (btw, peste 29 de minute incep;) ). Dar nusht, in raport cu volumul de Moarte livrata zilnic de media, literatura, muzica, imaginatie...nusht zau cat de mult ne pasa noua de subiectul asta. Unii o numesc Cunoastere. Altii trecere spre Dincolo-ul ala(care la Bacovia nu exista, sper ca m-am facut inteleasa!). Pt altii e pur si simplu Moartea, o etapa ca oricare alta din viata(prima menstruatie, spre exemplu...sau, mai rau: Moarte sa, Menopauza :D )...
Asaaa...dupa care, febletea mea, mate ;)

Masa. Antrenament. Biblioteca.
Acu` acas`. Here I am! DINCOLO de aparentele astea filistine legate de scoala, ar mai fi poate de spus faptul ca NU AM CHEF AZI. De nimeni si nimic. Culmea, e si joi pe deasupra. Cer dreptul sa plagiez versul 'Nu am chef aaaaaazi! Nu am chef azi! N-am chef de nimik!' Sunt sigura ca de fapt sunte vreo 2-3 versuri, dar mai conteaza, din moment ce NU AM CHEF AZI nici macar sa numar versurile?!
Sufla vantul si mi-e cam frig. Iar mainile astea reci. Daca tastatura ar avea drept de veto, as putea sa jur ca mi-ar cere sa nu o mai ating. Mov de reci, asa-mi sunt mainile. Kim Carnes zice in piesa aia a lui, Bette Davis` Eyes ca 'Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes' Mai stiu eu pe cineva careuia nu-i plac mainile mele reci:-" Dar fiecare are naravurile lui. Nici el nu e perfect. In plus, are (dese) momente de apatie crasa. Si par ciufulit :D Which I actually like :)
A scrie un entry e lux, nowadays. Mi-a luat 3 minute sa scriu balariile astea aici, pe care (sper) ca nu le va citi prea multa lume, si care totusi si-au indeplinit singurul scop: catharsis-ul. In 'Pride and Prejudice' de Jane Austen se zicea ca 'Not everyone can afford to be romantic'. Neither I do. Because the day only has 24 h, and things won`t gratify me only because I wrote down a few thoughts.
P.S.-Astazi am fost cam isterizata. Nu neg ca asta ar fi starea mea naturala, dar azi parca am avut mai multe istericale in program decat de obicei. Da, stiu, ma agit din orice. Sunt ca un pepsi.

Nu stie careva cat e derivata din arcctg u ?

Smile, babe, smile and wave...Life(even if it`s not very obvious) really loves you ;)

Si uite ca era sa termin in engleza ceea ce acum 4 minute intitulam 'First romanian (entry)'.