Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with a ghost or with a thought. Not too sure which one is worse. Day after day I’m waiting for something different. Special is a big word in this context. I’m not going to use it just yet. But yes, I’m waiting for something. I promise, I’m trying my best to hint what I want, what I need, but I get tired as well.

brave enough to write all down, I feel like I will become too personal and it is something, that perhaps I should avoid in this moment in time. Sometimes the house becomes quiet. You can hear people typing around. You can hear the wind, you can hear the sound of the city that invades our private space when the windows are open. You can hear the empty space that is getting lost in the shade of the intense night, that soon enough is going to cover us, again. Read the rest of this entry »

Eating chocolate, smoking a lot, drinking lots of tea and watching movies. Thinking about teenage romances that are meant to make us all strong. We love, we cry, we do whatever it takes to find that real happiness. When you are young, the whole world can be yours, and until we grow older we don’t even realize. ‘The slower we move, the faster we die’. Do we? Are you trying to say that we should not take our time to enjoy life and all the good bits from it?
We try and try and try and when we get no result, suddenly we loose our faith. But that is the way is should be. After ages of being in search of happiness, we get our faith back and try again. Read the rest of this entry »

Or L4yer Cake as known here around. English movie. Why do I like it? Because Marcel Iures is in it, because they deal with cocaine and pills, because it’s always a ‘girl’ that brings everything down, it’s always the old man that makes shit lots of money because of you. Read the rest of this entry »

You are such a fool. Why do you still love me? Why are you around me anymore…?! And if you are not around, why do you always want to come back? Do you love me? I think you are obsessed with that perfect body shape that you like to watch when I’m in front of you. I can see myself in your eyes you know, it feels like I’m looking in the mirror. It’s just me there, naked, in front of the window. I’m smoking. Read the rest of this entry »

Mi-am amintit de om cu ochi albastri. Ii puteai citi sufletul cand te uitai in ochii lui. Stateai cu sufletul la gura pana ajungea acasa, si apoi ii sareai in brate de bucurie. Ii spuneai secrete si il priveai ca pe cel mai intelept om din lume. Iti dadea lectii despre viata si iti povestea detalii din tari straine. Iti aducea ciocolata, pentru ca stia ca o sa te faca sa razi si sa zburzi de nebun prin gradina. Read the rest of this entry »

Sunt intr-o pasa proasta. Mi se intampla mereu cand ma culc prost dispusa, pentru ca visez urat si ma trezesc fara niciun chef de a face ceva. M-am trezit la 9, m-am invartit prin casa putin, m-am pregatit de facultate si am plecat. La seminar eram undeva pe alta planeta, ingropata in gandurile mele, cand din cand in cand mai raspundeam la cate o intrebare ratacita, al carui raspuns il aveam deja notat pe hartie. Read the rest of this entry »

Aged just 31, Armin van Buuren has been named number one in the prestigious DJ Top 100 poll – voted for by over 350,000 people across the world, and an indication of his prolific output over the 10 years he’s been DJing and producing. Being the official World’s Best DJ is just one of his many achievements, but the driving force behind his success is an overriding passion for dance music. Read the rest of this entry »

These days most people replace almost all their emotions with fear. And everyone has dreams but only few realize them. Makes cowards the rest of us. “
“I Wasn’t myself last night…or maybe I really was” Read the rest of this entry »

Nu vreau sa povestesc ce am facut in noaptea de anul nou. Sunt sigura ca si altii au avut parte de distractie, companie placuta, si artificii. Eh, noi am avut in plus si un foc de tabara in gradina.

A doua zi, buimaca, obosita (de parca as fi pierdut noaptea, asa ma simteam), mi-am croit drum prin ceata si frig pana acasa…pana in centru. Asta da efort. In lipsa de idei, m-am decis sa ma uit la un film, sa ma relaxez in ultima zi de concediu. Asadar mi-am ales “The Curious Case of Benajmin Button“. Read the rest of this entry »

In Ojibwa (Chippewa) culture, a dreamcatcher (or dream catcher; Ojibwe asabikeshiinh, the inanimate form of the word for “spider” or bawaajige nagwaagan meaning “dream snare”) is a handmade object based on a willow hoop, on which is woven a loose net or web. The dreamcatcher is then decorated with personal and sacred items such as feathers and beads. Read the rest of this entry »