miercuri, 19 martie 2014

Immortal memories

"The longer you live in the past, the less future you have to enjoy."

Fantasy with fantasy, reality with reality.
Sometimes our past is "playing" in front of our eyes. Places, events, lost loves... Memories. It's a magic world that unlocks once in a while and makes our present sometimes more pleasant. You can't stop wondering and asking yourself: "What if...". "How nice it was ..", "How impressive the place was..", "How much I loved ...", or "... was the love of my life"... 
These precious memories are feeding our imagination and enchanting our soul.
"What if" should stay as it is. Memories are sacred. Don't touch them. They are memories, they have to remain in the past.
Step over your curiosity and keep them as special as they are now.
If you ever try to unlock the past I should warn you: time is passing and is leaving marks on everything. If you ever try to touch the key of the passed memories you might end up "breaking the magic". Don't do that... Keep that magic image you already have if you don't want to find an old friend on whom the time has left its marks, if you don't want to find a town where you can't retrieve anymore the places you remember or they are dramatically changed. 
Instead, feed your chest with more wonderful memories that will enchant you again and again.
Don't forget to live your life in the present and try to learn from the past.

P.S. To somebody who decided to bring the past long gone into the present... Such a pity... One dream less to dream...

....and the airplane has landed ... 

vineri, 25 noiembrie 2011

The rule of ... 20 (Regula de ... 20 simpla)



We can't keep the pace with time. It comes from behind and goes in a hurry ahead almost forgetting about us somewhere on the way. 15,... 17,... 19, 20, 20, 20, 20 years old. Men are tempted to count in a different manner. What do they know ;)? Next year I'll be again 20 with all the joy and happiness the age is bringing me.
There are so many 20 years old around us :), but they don't know it. They just call themselves in a different manner. Everybody can choose to say stop when they reach a certain age. No need to run from one year to another and get tired increasing constantly the years count. Why bother counting? A simple number is easier to remember :).

 
The mathematical model:


       Me - n years ago ( n>0 )    .............     20 years old
       Me now                             .............      x years old
    ----------------------------------------------------------------
                                  Solution:      x = 20 years old :)


Conclusion: You don't have to be Einstein to reinvent mathematics, you just need to be a woman...
When people around you start saying that you look very young you almost start believing this, but you know very well who you are and you feel really good being you...
So, yes! I confirm: I've just turned 20 and I am so proud of this! :))))))

sâmbătă, 10 septembrie 2011

ZERO to Infinite


You are born. You find yourself in a strange environment, you have to learn how to breath, how to drink, how to eat, ho to talk, how to survive...
You find yourself in the kindergarten/school. You have to find a way to interact with children, to learn all the strange new stuff about world, to understand all the abstract things you never knew about, to listen to the teachers, to behave nice, to be one of the best students in your class/school or, sometimes, only to find a way to pass from a year to another without the parents bothering you too much ;).
Wow! You reached the high school. You are great! What a big achievement! Your parents love you because you are such a genius! You get all the freedom you always wanted! You HAVE TO find a girlfriend/boyfriend because you are so special now... You try to smoke, you try to drink and only god knows what other stuff you try ;).
You are so cool! You reached the final year of the high school and you did whatever you wanted to. That's great! You feel that you are a grownup already! You've had all the girls/boys that you wanted, you had all the new and stunning experiences. You are ready for the "real life". Nobody knows more than you now :).
(Few of) You made it to the college. THIS IS REALLY COOL! You are looking around and see those guys/girls that are already working.... hmmm... that's simply "spoiling yourself" with a few more years off ;). You were smart enough to make it here. Now, the real fun starts. The age and "experience" is an advantage. It's so great! The exams are not a problem and you have all the fun in the world! Clubs, trips with your friends, parties so on... What a life! Please, God, make this last forever!
College is over and you start working. After a while you find a husband/wife and you get married. The love of your life! You find yourself with somebody who is not really like you and you start wondering about normality. You, the great person until now, you start wondering if you really are THAT special. How did you find that man/woman? She/He is not exactly what you expected... You, the great man/woman, see the person next to you doing the "normal" things you never expected. He/she should have been "special" this is why you chose him/her. What the hell happened? Your partner is nothing like your dad/mom used to be, at least, how did you end up like this? "I want back to my mom!!!! I don't need this!" :(((((( "Mom! Dad! Save me, please! I'm the great boy/girl you used to know! I want to come back to youuuuuuuu!" :( You either end up in a compromise or you divorce... Love doesn't take a lifetime, this is for sure...
You find yourself old... What an interesting life you had! You are so happy but, still, you have so many regrets... You have all these stories to talk about when your grand children are coming to see you... Of course, you will add a few interesting lies in order to impress them :), but who cares you are so old nobody will bother to say otherwise. They will be so happy about the stories they heard when they will leave you... And they will come again and again to find some more details about the past they never knew... you count the days until you will see them again 1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 3, 1... 

Who am I? ;)


I have this friend… When he was in a relationship he was never drinking alcohol (it was like: "Me? Nooo… I am not drinking, I don't like to drink, no thank you, never"), he was never eating after 18:00 because he was getting fat, he was always going to sleep before 22:00 because he was always tired and he was acting very wierd if he was finally going to a party, never taking a part to a discussion, always watching TV.
I met him after a while (single this time)… He was coming at 1:00 a.m. from a "friend" where he had pizza and wine until late in the night, he was spending many late evenings out with friends drinking and so on ;). I asked him "How come"? He said: "In order to survive I have to adapt."
Being somebody else than you really are is it a way to "adapt" or to fool yourself and others that you are different than yourself? ;)


Am un prieten... Cat timp a fost intr-o relatie cu cineva, nu consuma niciodata bauturi alcoolice (spunea ceva de genul:
Eu? Nuuuu... Eu nu beau, nu imi place sa beau, nu multumesc, niciodata"). nu manca niciodata dupa ora 18:00 pentru ca se ingrasa, se culca intotdeauna inainte de 22:00 pentru ca era tot timpul obosit si se purta foarte ciudat daca reusea sa ajunga la vreo petrecere, nediscutand aproape niciodata cu nimeni, intotdeauna uitandu-se la TV,
L-am intalnit dupa ceva timp (singur de aceasta data)... Venea la ora 1:00 am de la "un prieten" unde mancase pizza si bause vin pana tarziu in noapte, isi petrecea de multe ori serile impreuna cu prietenii band si facand diverse alte lucruri si se intorcea acasa tarziu. L-am intrebat: "Cum de faci asta?". Mi-a raspuns: "Pentru a supravietui trebuie sa ma adaptez"...
   Fiind altcineva decat esti tu insuti este oare o cale de a te "adapta" sau de a te pacali pe tine insuti si pe altii ca esti altfel decat esti tu insuti? ;)

joi, 25 august 2011

Then and now


The woman’s place, a century ago, was at home most probably taking care of her children, husband and her house.
The century went into a crazy speed and now the situation has totally changed. The women can be found very close to men in all the layers of the society.

“She’s waking up at 4:00 am in order to have time for shopping, work, homework with children, cooking, and maybe her husband if he’s not too tired coming from work. At the end of the day she is terrified that tomorrow the scenario will be the same”
Terrible! I don’t want to be her! Her husband is always unhappy: the cleaning not finished, the children are not ok, he is too tired to hear her every day complaining. He’s going to sleep, he’s not happy with her… Brrr… It looks like going back in the past and even worse.


“- I have to leave today asap! I’m in the beauty salon, please find me a flight! she said almost panicked”.
She manages to reach home, packs, convinces the taxi driver to break all the traffic rules, gets to the airport, buys the ticket and reopens the already closed check in, gets into the airplane and reaches her destination.
Unbelievable isn’t it? She looks like a modern witch … Charming, always smiling and looking like nothing can beat her. And last but not least dressed “to kill” :).


            “8:00 – wake up
              8:00 – 8:30 –  Beauty and/or Breakfast
              8:30 – 9:30 Going to the office
              9:30 – 9:45 – Morning coffee
  9:45 – 18:30 – Another detailed plan of what she has to do while in the  
  office
  18:30 – Leaving the office (if nothing urgent occurs)
  19:15 – 19:30 – Talking to her girlfriends about how to kill time (going to party, bars, clubs so on)
              20:00 – 24:00 – “Spare time” “
             This looks like the always planned, office girl, who believes that everybody in society has to do his job, as per his studies: the cleaning woman cleans, the chef cooks, the babysitters are taking care of the babies so on.  She doesn’t cook, she’s not washing dishes, she does “only her job”, because she studied a lot for this, right? Don’t say otherwise, she will feel offended.
            Kind of extreme, isn’t it? I know her name :).


            So complicated :)....



Locul femeii acum o suta de ani era acasa, cel mai probabil, si se ocupa de copii, sot si casa.
Secolul a intrat intr-o viteza nebuna iar situatia s-a schimbat in totalitate. Femeile pot fi gasite alaturi de barbati in toate nivelurile societatii.

“Se trezeste la 4:00 am pentru a avea timp de cumparaturi, job, teme pentru acasa cu copiii, gatit, si poate si pentru sotul ei daca acesta nu este prea oboist cand vine de la servici. La sfarsitul zilei este ingrozita de faptul ca maine scenariul se va repeta”.
Teribil! Nu vreau sa fiu ea. Sotul ei este mereu nemultumit: curatenia nu e completa, copiii nu sunt ok, este prea oboist sa o asculte plangandu-se in fiecare zi. Sotul merge la culcare, nu e multumit deloc de ea… Brrrr… Arata ca si cum ne-am intoarce in trecut… poate chiar mai rau.


“- Trebuie sa plec asap! Sunt la cosmetica, te rog sa-mi gasesti un zbor! Zise ea aproape panicata”.
Reuseste sa ajunga acasa, impacheteaza, il convinge pe soferul de taxi sa incalce toate regulile de circulatie posibile, ajunge la aeroport, cumpara ultimul bilet si redeschide checkin-ul deja inchis, urca in avion si ajunge la destinatie.
Incredibil nu e asa? Arata ca o vrajitoare moderna… Imi place :). Fermecatoare, intotdeauna zambitoare si aratand de parca nimic nu o poate dobora. Si, nu in ultimul rand, imbracata incantator!


            “8:00 – Trezirea
              8:00 – 8:30 – Cosmetica si/sau mic dejun
              8:30 – 9:30 - Merge la birou
              9:30 – 9:45 – Cafeaua de dimineata
  9:45 – 18:30 – Un alt plan detaliat despre ce va face la birou.
  18:30 – Pleaca din birou (daca nu apare ceva urgent)
  19:15 – 19:30 – Vorbeste cu prietenele despre cum sa-si “omoare timpul”
              20:00 – 24:00 – “Timp liber” “
             Pare persoana planificata, care lucreaza intr-un birou si care crede ca fiecare individ din societate are un rol bine definit: femeia de servici face curat, bucatarul gateste, bonele au grija de copii etc. Ea nu gateste, nu spala vase, se ocupa doar de servici, doar a studiat foarte mult pentru asta, nu? Sa nu o contraziceti, se simte jignita.
             Un pic cam extrema nu? Ii stiu numele :).


            Atat de complicat :).

Narcissus


I’m watching you…  How beautiful I am!
I can’t help my self to stop and to stare
I love … me, oh aren’t you glad?
To have such a friend it isn’t that bad.

miercuri, 24 august 2011

Run


You tell me you love me
But you’re a big liar.
You tell me you miss me
But this is not true.
The kiss I’m receiving
It’s not really you…

I’m waiting the raindrops
To wash me away
To clean all my sins,
To ask me to pay
For all the mistakes that I made in the past.
You know that my love
It’s true, but won’t last.

So run, I won’t chase you,
Run as fast as you can.
I’ll pretend I don’t know,
I’ll pretend I don’t care,
I’ll pretend that the love that has killed me by now
It’s just an illusion, it’s nothing, it’s gone.