Hello December, hello winter!

I am ...

But...
Astazi era sa imi cada un turture huge si ascutit fix in cap si probabil ca cei din jurul meu ar fi avut parte de o scena tip Happy Tree Friends...
Apoi, mi-a ajuns cat am "patinat" in aceasta superba zi pentru toata iarna, iar gandul de a da pe la patinoar sa-mi incerc talentul a fost complet ERASED.
De asemenea, am un sfat pentru voi: inainte sa iesiti din casa, sa va uitati in oglinda si sa va stabiliti fatza pe care doriti sa o aveti pe tot parcursul zilei.Deci, daca e o zi din aia in care trebuie sa fiti cat mai seriosi/sobri, sa nu va puna naiba sa zambiti cat sunteti pe afara. Ca asa ramaneti.
Ma si imaginez avand o discutie foarte serioasa cu un controlor in RATB in timp ce seman cu Rudolph care zambeste precum binecunoscutul emoticon ":D"
Bafta in Ice-Land.

Lost pair

It seems I always lose one of my earrings.
I have many pairs that I truly care about, but I don't know how I do it, each time I discover I've lost another one.
It happens exactly the same with gloves. As a matter of fact I have a bag full of gloves.Gloves without their pair.
I just imagined myself walking by with a red glove for my left hand and a green one for my right. Haha, and of course with different earrings.
I try to make it seem funny, but right now I'm kinda upset.

What happens then?

It was brought to my attention that people tend to develop fake NEEDs.
Daily, we are faced with a tone of information.
How much of this unspeakable enormous quantity do we really NEED to know?
Hard to say, but the fact is we can't tell anymore: is it the mass-media?
is it the society?is it our own limits that we tend to build around and between us?
What is this difference between what we really NEED and what we are induced to believe so?



I presume you are familiar with Maslow's PIRAMID. The first time I saw it(a few years ago) I found it veeeeeery interesting. I could write many pages about it or talk for many hours, but that's not the reason I am writing this right now.

I'm having a lot of random thoughts about needs, wishes, real needs, dreams, hopes, illusions and what are people actualy looking for, but there is this main ideea that's been haunting my mind latley and had also been proven to me in different contexts:

Sometimes what you are desperately looking for (or what you think you NEED), could be right in front of you.
You can either see it and enjoy it or you can pass right by it, having no idea of what just happened.

But the question is: what do you do when you eventually open your eyes and realize you just passed by what you were looking for?
(let's also presume you can't change anything now, and that you are just like a helpless outsider of your own life, reviewing it, but from a much objective perspective)


What happens then?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyygoETj47M

The blue morpho

The wish granter, a symbol of rebirth and evolution.

A storyteller. A creature living for the present,but with no sense of time, no perception of the cruel reality or the life-death circle.

An unique color-a mixture of very nice shades of electric blue, in a continuous metamorphose.

It's like, one day, the sky got so mad and wanted to burn the whole earth, but instead of flames, the blue morpho arised.
Sky might have been angry, but in his madness he created love. A love with glowing wings.

A hope bringer and a masterpiece.

That's the blue morpho butterfly.

My latest love.

The HENNA EXPERIENCE

Titlul postarii reflecta exact ceea ce s-a petrecut acum cateva minute in baia mea.
Am de ceva vreme obsesia parului roscat:imi place la nebunie si mi se pare deosebit.
Dupa lungi dezbateri cu diverse persoane si ceva timp petrecut in fata oglinzii, gandindu-ma cum as arata roscata, daca mi s-ar potrivii, m-am decis sa incerc.
Insa, o alta problema "existentiala" a inceput sa imi dea batai de cap. Cum ramane cu regenerarea parului?(Da, mi-am propus sa incerc sa imi feresc parul, pe cat posibil, de tot ceea ce ii face rau-placa, uscat cu aer cald, dar si...vopsit).
Iata-ma astfel intr-o situatie destul de contradictorie.
To be or not to be a readhead?! Ca de obicei obsesia mea a atins cote maxime, de parca toata lumea din jurul meu era roscata numai eu nu si trebuia neaparat sa incerc.
Intamplator am dat de HENNA si am cercetat putin problema pe Googule.
-din plante
-fara oxigenare
-fara conservanti
-nu distruge parul
-100% naturala
-si mai ales: culoarea Rosieeeeeeee, rosu rosu rosu

Bun. Astea sa zicem ca sunt punctele forte.
Exista insa si niste aspecte mai putin placute:
-daca parul tau a suferit orice fel de tratament chimic, sau decolorare nu poti folosi HENNA
-daca folosesti HENNA nu mai poti sa te vopsesti cu altceva (nu stiu exact cat timp, parerii impartite)
-are consistenta zatului de cafea, se intinde foarte greu pe par si nu adera de fire
-miros intepator(pe mine nu m-a deranjat)
Foarte importanta insa sa va luati 2-3 cutii daca aveti paul trecut de umeri.
Eu mi-am luat o cutie(fix ca cea din poza) si am avut NEPLACUTA surpriza sa reusesc sa imi fac ca lumea doar jumatate de cap. Asa ca m-am clatit destul de repede, dupa maxim 20 de min si inca astept sa mi se usuce parul sa vad rezultatele. Momentan, nimic surprinzator, doar mici reflexe.
As mai adauga pt eventualele doritoare de asa ceva:
-grab a friend or 2 to help you
-acopera toata baia cu ziare daca nu vrei sa stai 1 zi sa cureti
-manusi neaparat-pateaza
- imbracate in haine care nu iti mai trebuie
-toarna apa aproape fiarta peste pulberea HENNA si amesteca bine pana seamana cu iaurtul-crema(la consistenta desigur)
-ah da, fa testul cu putin produs pe incheitura mainii sa verifici daca nu esti alergica(rare cazuri, but just in case)
-si...GOOD LUCK.

P.S: In cazul meu, un lucru e sigur portocaliu-jumatate de fata!:))
P.S2: Mersi celor de pe Facebook care mi-au spus parerea lor \m/

After 20 min from first posting here:

Hello september, hello autumn

Hello old friend,
what kind of depression do you have for me this year?

The one I'm feeling dead inside?
The one I'm really really sensitive about everything?
The one where I can't find the colors in my life?
The one where I feel frozen and freezing?
The one where I am lost and can't seem to know myself anymore?
The one where I feel really lonely?
The one where you bring back old painful memories?
The one where no matter what I do I feel sad and empty?
or maybe...
The one where I have a mixture of anger and regret inside and I don't even know why?
No?
Oh...maybe the one where I don't have any inner motivation anymore?
...the one I lose my will to live?



You know what autumn?
In the past...6-7 years you always had one of these for me, or maybe a mix of them.
Anyway, the point is, things are now different.
Many people say the autumn depression is a cliche, but I think not.
At least for me it wasn't.
Summer was over=holiday was over
Holiday was over=school started
School started=Problems started
etc. etc. etc.

I know is not gonna be easy this year either. But at least I will fight this vicious circle messing up my life every year.

This time I want to say:
"Hello autumn!" with a smile on my face.

I promise I'll try to see the goods of this season and I'll repaint my room SCREAMING ORANGE with YELLOW DOTS if that will be necessary.

So, I don't know what the end of summer means for you all, but I wish you'll have one hell of a nice autumn.

I know I'll try to have one.

The girl with the red umbrella.

I like to sleep with my socks on.
Only my socks on.

I like to eat whenever I want, what I want.
And I eat dessert first, if i feel like doing so.

I like hugs and laughing.
I could hug and laugh all day long. Makes me happy.

I like to look at people in the subway and imagine their stories.
I like to smile.

I like colors, baby animals, nature, long walks and sweets.
I like to lay down in the middle of the room and listen to music.

I like painting. Especially painting with my fingers.
Feeling the paint with my pores.

I like to speak my mind and staying true to myself.
I like sincerity and sunshine.

I like pure air.
I like to really breath.

I like to make bubblegum balloons.
Even if I am in the middle of a serious meeting.

I like to stay up at night and simply stare at the moon.
I like to howl in the middle of the street and dance in the rain.

Speaking of rain, I don't like having an umbrella.
If absolutely necessary, I prefer a red one.

I'm the girl with the red umbrella.



And I don't give a fuck if u disagree.

Poisoned

The taste of blood filing his mouth and that strong white light almost blinding him.
"Come on this shit can't be true" he thought, but his knees got soft and he felt to the ground.
"FUCK" was the last thought that came through his mind when his pale face hit the cold, dusty ground.
Right before his view became unclear, within a glance, he saw her coming above him, then a total darkness took hold of his entire being.
He tried to lift his arms, move his legs or his head, but his body wasn't responding anymore.
Only the warmth of her sweet lips kissing him was still perceptible.He was such a fool.
"I love you. I kill you."
She poisoned him.

I think...

It's all about meeting the right people.

Clocks

Since I was little, I never liked wearing one.
The ironic or rather funny part is that, each time I used to wear one I was always late.
I do have my mobile phone that I check quite often for calls and of course, checking time. But I tell you: me + a clock= not a good deal.
So there you have it, I hate clocks.
And I also wonder what is the point in wearing some metal/plastic/silver/gold/what-so-ever thing, reminding you every second passing?
Tell me why would someone want that, when each moment you are feeling good or having fun time flies and...vice-versa: when you are in the middle of an extremely boring meeting/class/family reunion it seems your clock forgot to function?!
Anyway, no offense to all clock lovers around the world, but I'll stick to checking time on the display of my phone.

P.S.: I admit, the owl looking one has a cute design.

Random thoughts on inner peace, hopes and dreams

Sometimes, it occurs my mind that I might have more hopes and dreams written on paper than I will ever accomplish. That makes me sad.
But other times I think this hopes and dreams are the only thing that keep me moving, keep me going, that make me stand up each time I'm down. Start all over again.
Where would I be without them?
It feels like I should never, ever, give up on dreaming and being hopeful but I must admit it's one damn hard task.
It had become hard to be yourself in a world where people value the capacity of wearing and showing so many masks. It's one hell of a big masquerade, a parade of the fake, empty, disturbing, lost beings.
I promised I will always try to stay true to myself and respect my values. Now, I know it doesn't really matter what others think because what really matters is how you see yourself. I read somewhere that people have the tendency to see their own reflection in others. Don't know how much of that is true, but I'm sure this whole personal image-image of how others see you-others is one tricky thing.
As I said I have the strong belief that if by the end of the day one person can look in the mirror and be proud or happy or at least content of what he/she sees, that's all that matters. To be in peace with yourself.
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Mereu

Mi-e dor sa ma trezesc fara nicio grija
Fara notiunea timpului
Fara niciun proiect de finalizat
Fara niciun examen
Fara niciun gand trist
Fara nicio presiune
Fara nicio treaba urgenta
Mi-e dor sa ma trezesc cu placere
odihnita
relaxata
vesela
nerabdatoare
sa ma trezesc din pricina mirosului proaspat adus de o adiere care s-a furisat in camera
O adiere care sa imi improspateze simturile si sa ma faca sa zambesc
Sa fiu cufundata in perna si totusi sa aud valurile cum se sparg de tarm...
Mereu mi-e dor

Just one

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one

Not by me, but I <3 it!

The hardest battle

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight.Never stop fighting"
And indeed it is.
This few words resume the essence of the thoughts I've been having lately.

Soulmade

A blend of colors, imagination, paint, smiles, care , patience and love.
Made with soul for souls.
Pick one. There are more to come.

The worm

Sometimes he remembered how he spent nights consumed by the worm.
He can't remember the first time he felt it, but there where moments when he felt like it had always been there.Eating him from the inside.
Other times he almost forgot it existed. Maybe because it became one with him or maybe it was asleep.
Yes, the worm can be asleep, but each time it awakes, it's stronger. Hungry, so hungry.
He tried to ignore it, he tried to fight it, he tried to pretend it does not exist, he tried to accept it, understand it, love it, hate it, kill it, hide it, but he always knew it's still there.
I hope someday he'll find a way.

Inima

Inima este punctul de intalnire dintre trup si suflet.

I wonder...

Cine reprezinta comuniunea sufletului cu trupul?

1 second

1 second is enough to change it all
1 second can change everything
1 second and your life can become very different

and I don't know if this is a creepy thing or a good thing

The blue heart 3

-Hy, I am here for the blue heart :D
-Uhm?
-The blue heart?:D
-Erm...
-I see it's ready, it's finnaly ready
-*looks confused*
-Oh, you don't remember me?
-Uhm...no?
-I am the girl that asked you for the blue heart, we talked like 4-5 times?
-I don't think you talked with me
-Yes, I did. I am sure it was you!
-Are you sure?
-Yes!Well anyway...can I have it now??
-M..ok.
-Uh, it's pretty!
-An old man made it.

The blue heart 2

-Hy :D
-Hy :-/
-Well...is it ready?
-?
-The blue heart?!
-Uhm...no...
-No?But it's been a while...
-Tell me, is there a special event u need it for?
-No, just for me.
- O.o
- (:

O poveste diferita

A asteptat-o in fiecare secunda, in fiecare minut, in fiecare ora, in fiecare zi, in fiecare luna, in fiecare an. Nici nu mai cunostea notiunea timpului, nu mai conta. Din cand in cand simtea o greutate rece care il apasa si apoi il ingheta incet. Se temea atunci, ca o sa inghete de tot si o sa moara fara sa...
Insa, in fiecare primavara isi revenea. Era parca mai plin de viata si de speranta.
De ceva vreme nu mai stia nimic de el.Il mai vazuse de cateva ori si o asteptasera impreuna.Pe ea o simtea insa, mai puternica.
O furtuna a inceput brusc. Il ravasa si il cutremura.
Daca ar fi putut ar fi strigat-o. Uneori i se parea ca vantul ii da glas si ca atunci poate ajunge pana departe, langa ea...
Stropii mari, greoi se inteteau, incercau sa il cuprinda.
Totusi, astazi spuneau o poveste diferita.

Asteptarea

Prima picatura de ploaie i-a atins umarul dezgolit.
A facut-o sa tresara usor si sa isi dea seama, pentru prima oara, cat de mult s-a intunecat afara de cand tot mergea. Pierduta printre ganduri nici nu a observat cand a inceput furtuna.
Rochia subtire, de panza, ii flutura in toate directiile. Incerca sa o tina cumva, insa ii era greu cu o singura mana. Avea un dosar mare si lucios in brate, care se udase si ii tot aluneca. Parea sa tina mult la el, din cand in cand il strangea mai bine la piept. Vantul care se intetise ii incetinea mersul. Se chinuia sa tina ochii deschisi, dar stropii, acum mari si greoi o impiedicau.
Cu toate astea, continua sa mearga. Nu stia cat mai avea de parcurs dar stia ca o sa ajunga acolo.
Copacul o astepta de multa vreme.



*Did I ever tell you that you smell like the falling rain mixed with a bit of sunshine?

A matter of choise

Este mult mai usor sa distrugi, decat sa creezi.
Este mult mai usor sa critici, decat sa faci un compliment.
Este mult mai usor sa ranesti, decat sa vindeci.
Este mult mai usor sa strici, decat sa repari.
Este mult mai usor sa faci rau, decat bine.

Dar satisfactia pe care o ai atunci cand nu alegi calea cea mai usoara este incomparabila cu oricare alt sentiment pe care il poti avea altfel.
Nu neg existenta satisfactiei si in primul caz, insa este ca un chibrit aprins, pe cand invers...(: long lasting warmth

Zece

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