despre blog

Desi am sters toate celelalte postari din anii anteriori si am decis sa rescriu blogul, poate ca nu e bine sa renunt la ceea ce imi propusesem de atunci: sa scriu povesti care sunt legate de viata mea, dar si care sut fictiune pura. Mereu am idei noi pe care nu le scriu adesea si care se pierd, asa ca probabil ar fi bine sa le impart cu cineva, chiar daca universul meu e limitat si povestile mele ating o singura persoana:)

Some kind of storry part 2

I liked to go for long walks around the Complex with my friend Ela, and we talked and laughed, feeling life had just begun for us. After the past disappointments we were happy about the smallest things. One evening, as we walked on our daily route, we were talking about something that made me sad, and I looked down for a second, but when I lifted my eyes, there he was: a boy with eyes so blue I could melt, and a smile that made my heart fill with joy. He had a parka and I couldn't see his face very well because of the hood, and he passed us by then vanished. we had a few such encounters and I was always happy to see him, sometimes, Ela and I used to talk about where he would pop up again. But then school started and I never saw him again. In the first week, at one of the first classes, I came in later than many other colleagues and as I was coming in the hallway in front of the amphitheatre, there was a boy surrounded by so many girls that I thought I entered a harem, and he stood among them like a sultan. Being so tall, he looked over the girls heads, straight into my eyes. That second I thought he might be the guy from the day when we submitted our files.
'Ry' said one of the girls, and he turned towards her. I realized that it wasn't him. 'He is better looking than that other guy.' I thought and tried not to pay attention to him anymore. I felt like he was looking at me sometimes, and I stared back, but I wasn't really as interested in him as I was in the playboy from the registration. I now realize that he could have been just curious and didn't really have an interest in me, but back then I was so concerned about my own feelings that I didn't even stop to consider anything else. Months passed and I became fond of Ry, and I was starting to admit I might like him, although we almost never talked. My friend Sue seemed to like him too, so I decided to ignore him as much as I could, and I did so for almost half of year. But, to make my head blow, there was something that happened one day, before the exams. We had to take a partial in order to be able to go to the final exam, and there, at the door, the teacher called us by our full names. When she got to him, and I heard his full name, I became paralyzed: Ry was the playboy.
Imagine my surprise: I was avoiding the person I wanted to meet again.
(there will be a part three)

Dreams

What do people think about dreams in general? It would be very interesting for me to research this and write a paper on the view of the common people as well as the scientific view in my country or worldwide (I know there are such studies and books already written). Some of my friends find dreams (I'm talking about the dreams that occur at night, while we sleep) very interesting and read theories about them, other friends think of them as signs or premonitions while the others think of them as mere dreams, not really worth analyzing. I find them intriguing. They are like messengers who give us riddles and in order to solve them we have to look for deeper meanings in ourselves and around us. Nothing is random and everything has its purpose in dreams. There are symbols, ciphers, pieces that you'd rarely think of while awake and they guide you through another world: the inner you. I should have read more, but I guess I like to imagine things, to come to my own conclusions and only then can I read and compare my thoughts with established theories. So, now, maybe Freud won't have to wait that long for me to read his book...and I'll stop pretending to be all-knowing.

Some kind of storry

Once upon a time, I decided that it would be perfect for me to study something I love; so bearing that thought in my heart I took my file and I went to apply at the University. There, surrounded by people, sounds, summer and hope, I waited in line. But, to my surprise, my file wasn't complete so I had to go and bring more papers some other day. I struggled and cried at the idea that maybe it wasn't meant for me to study there. But, I finally pulled through. With the papers in my hand I rushed to the office to give the missing items from my file. There was another line, smaller, but friendlier. When I thought nothing else could happen, I turned my head and I saw him rushing in and starting to make conversation with every girl there. I thought to myself: 'What a playboy! He's a kid and he acts like a man. Funny!'. He was tall, but all his clothes fit him like a glove. His face wasn't very visible because of a brown cap and the fact he had a beard. But somehow I saw his eyes: Big, blue, deep, with greenish lights in them, very bright and beautiful. Then he smiled and I felt lost. 'Why should I like him?' I thought. 'Why did I think of that?'. The line moved forward and then it was his turn. I was feeling a little off because of the sleepless nights and the final exams at the faculty and he gave me his seat. I politely refused, but while looking at him, I caught a glimpse at his file and saw his name. He made quite an impression on me, so when the results were posted, I looked for him there. I didn't remember his last name very well so I didn't see him on the list. Therefore I thought he didn't get in. I was sad but I kept thinking that there's still a chance for me to see him...
(to be continued...hope my tenses and grammar are good enough)

Miss Raven

One of my friends created a blog a few days ago. I was a little stubborn and didn't want to take a look at it. I don't know why, because any valid reason seems to escape me now, but I didn't want to read it. But I finally did. And guess what! I actually learned something important: if your soul isn't in your work, in your hobbies, and you just want to start a blog without wanting to touch people's hearts, then don't. She put so much passion into it, that you can really feel her feelings inside it. I came back to my blog, renamed it, erased the past posts, and now I think I should actually talk about the things I love the most, just like she does.

Thank you, Ani:)

Pray for Japan

All this time has passed and up until recently I've never realized how much Japan means to me, to my small world. Just thinking of the people and the country itself made me smile for no reason. The polite smiles, the cherry blossoms, the tremendous culture made it seem like a fairy tale. Their stories gave me hope, purpose and meaning. And now, in their time of need, all I can do is think about them, hope and pray that everything will be better.