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Hope

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I've always been a big fan of hope. I mostly live on it...and criticize myself for being like that, but (ah, the wonderful "but") it's possible to fly.


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A skirt

I will start with the bright side. I was at Diana Krall's concert last night. ...I'll let the music speak for itself.


Her voice sounds like Joan Mitchell a little in this song.


She made me laugh and cry.






If you've read at least one or two blog posts of mine (and if you haven't, here it is) you should know that, as my colleague from university told me today, " you are soo deep", meaning I interpret and think (and thus) write about issues that are more of a symbolic, moral and maybe sentimental matter. I am telling you this because today the non-symbolic, not moral and not at all sentimental aspects of life bit me by the ass.

So today was different. I started wonderful with a sweet sms from someone that woke me up. Put on some very nice clothes and went to school. Got a little late to the seminar and so I threw my jacket on the hanger right outside the classroom (which was actually the only place to hang them). In the middle of the seminar the cleaning lady opened the door and asked "who forgot the jacket outside". I , a bit surprised and annoyed said, "It's mine, but I didn't forget it there, I put it there!". She then proceeded to tell me that it will get stolen (this in the middle of the seminar. everyone had stopped to listen to this). She finally left and the opinions in class varied but only a little. Some wondered what the hell was I thinking when I left it, some were not so surprised about it but that I should go take it . I annoyed the teacher a little bit (who, by the way, thought that even thought I am in a very serious institution, on the 3rd floor, in the last class of the building, someone would still come and steal it). And she was almost right. When I came out the jacket was gone. I stormed to the secretary who sent me to the gate keepers where, by what I call a miracle, I found it. Someone had left it by the staircase. Very mysterious. Have no clue what happened.

My point is that everyone thought it might be stolen (except me. I was really cool about leaving it there. Really didn't think twice), everyone!! I found no exceptions in 40 highly educated people (who by my best guesses did no live, or have ever lived in Pantelimon or some very bad neighborhood). I expected them to be a little more pampered or as naive as I am (being the same age). With that sock in mind we went to the next class of the day in another building.

On the way we got hit and hit on. A gypsy with blinding blond died hair was running and since he had nothing else to do he hit my friend when he passed by her. In about 5 seconds another person with the same skin color started hitting on us wih disgusting remarcks about our legs and something. I tried to ignore it.
For the first time in my life, and this is no joke, I just wanted to move the fuck away from this country. I realize what happened today was definetly not a big deal. Minor incidents, but so many on the same day and I must specify and underline this happened on one of the best streets in the city. I mean it doesn't get anymore central than this. The top boulevard !!!!

We were a group of girls minding our own business, not even dressed too sexy, casual casual clothes, walking on a sunny afternoon to school and this happened to us. We were skirts, I was simply a skirt. Of course there was a stupid office building in construction on our way and the workers turned their heads and objectified us in their minds. Again, it seems not a big deal but as a person I felt defenseless and threatened. This country feels unsafe every step of the way. It sinks in our minds since we are young that nothing is guaranteed, not your safety, not your money, not your investment (in anything, from money to education since you might not get a job even if you are super qualified), not in politics...not in anything. I usually think to myself it is worth it because it's home and memories and such orange sunsets in Bucharest (from all the pollution by the way) and smell of cherry trees everywhere and people and friends...

I suddenly see all these things someplace different. I dunno.

I've been falling towards this side of the argument (to stay/to leave) since I've been living on my own and most of all since I've dealt with the state in making documents for different things. Nothing seems to change and nothing seems to work for you, you always work for them, an they give you nothing in return.

Si apoi iar ma loveste o dragoste..discutam azi cu un prieten ca romanii nu reusiesc sa faca poze bune in Romania(sau se plang de asta) si vine un strain si face niste shoturi de te lasa cu maxilarul in pamant.
http://updateslive.blogspot.com/2007/03/cartier-bresson-romania.html





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Life on a fridge door


I have likes and dislikes, preferences and I also have many ways of evaluating how people live/are/aspire.
I like to look though windows at night when the light is on behind the glass. I never stare but when passing by I take a small moment to glance in the person's territory, a place where I, as a stranger to them, will never enter. I usually see a lamp or a something on the walls or the curtains. Even the color of the walls or of the bulb still means something to me. A few weeks ago I was passing a very old house, a house with big big wooden windows, like they used to make them and they were all dusty and aged by wind and rain. Behind the yellowish curtains which had been white once I could see a lot of statues. The room looked like a studio, from where I saw it. A lot of wooden figures and shapes out lying around or displayed on a shelf. I thought to myself that there must be a sculptor in the house. I kept walking by and told the person I was walking with. She didn't look at all. At the time I thought to myself it was strange. The curtains were so casualty thrown to the sides by the objects lying around near the window and I recognized in a second a human shape. Why wouldn't you take a peek in a house so old and romantic?

I was clear to me that even if many people probably do this, look though windows or have curiosities they don't fully understand or give it any importance. Their curiosity goes as far as "let's see what's that", it doesn't progress to "what does that mean?".

The house in which someone lives is of great importance. If you have an extremely clean and neatly decorated house and if you always know what you want when you open the fridge, you are boring to me. Sorry! If you have a life outside the house, if you use the house (meaning it's not some vacation house, somewhere where you live 2 days a year) then it can't look perfect. "Not boring" people can't help throwing an article of clothing somewhere when they're in a hurry, they buy stuff because they like it even if it doesn't mach their initial decorating style and they receive gifts they are forced to keep because it's from your mother or your mother-in-law or some buddy with awful taste in clocks that comes around every week.
People who have emotions and thoughts and jobs and chores and dates sometimes open the fridge door only to realize they were looking for the remote or that they are not so hungry. :P This brings me closer to a very important detail . The fridge door.
I have no idea who started this trend to put all kinds of stuff on your fridge door but I love it. Instead of a CV or a complete background check I would be satisfied to see your fridge door. What is written on the Post-its, what kind of pictures, magnets, stickers ? I feel such a big joy to put something new on my fridge door, a new magnet from Paris, a new sticker with some funny cartoon...

There are many ways of evaluating the content of the fridge door. For example there are the classic family photos. Its clear that that person loves his family. It depends on how old those photos look to understand if those photos are for fun or because that person misses the family members. If you're in a relationship and you have a very old photo of you two still there, no new one you thought of putting there, I would recommend some resurrection methods. I personally love the mix and mach: photos of people (bro's, family, the new baby cousin etc), magnets with places or movies and other trivia, cool stickers and most of all post-it's to remember your self to take the clothes out of the machine or buy milk.
It's one of those things you usually don't notice because it's there everyday and it grows and changes slowly, but sometimes if I'm down and I end up wanting a bite or forgetting that the remote isn't in the fridge I notice the colors and a rush of happy memories does the trick.

woooaaaauu!! long one.

I am just starting to make my fridge door.

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