As avea multe de zis, dar nu prea am chef sa scriu azi. So I’ll do it another day. Totusi, m-am gandit ca ar fi dragut sa va las niste teen music : ) these guys are from Canada.

Enjoy : )

Ador sa ma uit la Gilmore Girls. E un sitcom witty si captivant care te binedispune ori de cate ori esti in a bad mood sau fara chef. Pentru mine, de fapt, e mult mai mult decat atat.

Anyhow, ieri am vazut ultimul episod din sezonul 3 (in total sunt 7),  si a fost un moment care mi-a placut foarte, foarte tare. E vorba de discursul lui Rory (as in the daughter) de la ceremonia de absolvire a liceului . Here’s what it sounds like:

Headmaster Charleston, faculty members, fellow students, family and friends, welcome. We never thought this day would come. We prayed for its quick delivery, crossed days off our calendars, counted hours, minutes, and seconds, and now that it’s here, I’m sorry it is because it means leaving friends who inspire me and teachers who have been my mentors – so many people who have shaped my life and my fellow students’ lives impermeably and forever. I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I’ve been a resident of Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad train with Anna Karenina, and strolled down Swann’s Way. It’s a rewarding world, but my second one is by far superior. My second one is populated with characters slightly less eccentric but supremely real, made of flesh and bone, full of love, who are my ultimate inspiration for everything. Richard and Emily Gilmore are kind, decent, unfailingly generous people. They are my twin pillars without whom I could not stand. I am proud to be their grandchild. But my ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and my life’s blood, Lorelai Gilmore.

My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her.

Thank you, Mom. You are my guidepost for everything.

“To be so strong that nothing cand disturb my peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.

To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.

To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.

To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.“

Christian Larson – The Optimist’s Creed

Imi faceam putina curatenie prin calculator, si am dat peste un document cu niste chestii foarte interesante despre prietenie. Chestii pe care le-am salvat acum vreo 2 ani jumate… Atunci cand am descoperit ce inseamna cu adevarat prietenia. M-au impresionat foarte tare, si vreau sa le pun si aici.

You know you have a friend for life when they answer the phone at one in the morning because you can’t sleep and have a lot on your mind, and they don’t mind talking about nothing to get your mind off everything.
They spare some time to spend with you.
When you know that if something bad happened to you they’d be there for you, no questions asked.
When you can look at them when something is wrong and they know it just by the look in their eyes and all they have to do is offer a hug and you feel a thousand times better.
When you know that they’d never lie to you, and would never hurt you and if they did it would only be for your betterment.
They can make you laugh when skies are the darkest, and they’re there with a good movie and some popcorn when you’re totally depressed.
And even if you’re a thousand miles apart, it doesn’t matter because what you share with this friend is so much deeper then what lies on top that distance plays no role in your friendship.

Friendship is when they push when you need it, but never too hard; and stand back when the time is right but never too far.
And the true test of friendship is if you’re willing to do it all back in a heartbeat.
When your life is so much better because you know them, and they bring out the best that lies within.

A Good Friend

In kindergarden your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In primary school your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you; held your hand as you walked through the scary halls; helped you stand up to the class bully; shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus; saved a seat on the back of the bus for you; knew who you had a crush on and never understood why.

In secondary school your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy their social studies homework; went to that “cool” party with you so you wouldn’t wind up being the only freshie there; did not let you lunch alone.

In pre-university your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car; convinced your parents that you shouldn’t be grounded; consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan; found you a date to the prom or went to the prom with you (both without dates); helped you pick a university and assured you that you would get into that university; helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time letting you go.

On the threshold of adulthood your idea of a good friend was the person who was there when you just couldn’t deal with your parents; assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything; just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories; and reassured you that you would make it in university as well as you had these past 18 years; and most importantly sent you off to university knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, hold your hand when you’re scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

Si ceva care imi place foarte mult:

What I’ve Learned About Friendship

• I’ve learned that there are many good friends around, but true best friends are hard to come by.
• I’ve learned that sometimes you love a best friend more than a boyfriend.
• I’ve learned that a best friend is more important than a boyfriend.
• I’ve learned that you can do something or nothing with a best friend and still have the best time.
• I’ve learned that a true friendship has many memories, both good and bad, but all important.
• I’ve learned that sometimes the most used part of a best friend is the shoulder you cry on, and the shoulder you are willing to lend.
• I’ve learned that when a best friend is happy, you find yourself happy too, even when it has nothing to do with you.
• I’ve learned that a best friend’s family soon feels like your own.
• I’ve learned that the only one who truly understands is a true friend.
• I’ve learned that nothing ever sounds stupid, funny, or unbelievable to a best friend, and you never feel stupid saying whatever it is.
• I’ve learned that sometimes it feels like a best friend is the only one who will ever care about you and think you are beautiful in your own way.
• I’ve learned that you always have that something extra to give to a best friend in need, and can count on that in return.
• I’ve learned that your heart is forever touched by a true friend, no matter how things end up.
• I’ve learned that when your heart has been broken, a best friend is the best band-aid for it.
• I’ve learned that a best friend will call you in the middle of the night to talk without thinking, and it’s OK.
• I’ve learned that in many cases, a hug and a kind word from a best friend is the only thing that helps get you through the day.
• I’ve learned that a best friend would stick up for you no matter what the consequences are.
• I’ve learned that best friends can sing at the top of their lungs and not worry about singing the wrong words or being out of tune.
• I’ve learned that best friends stay up all night and on the phone for hours talking without even realizing it.
• I’ve learned that a best friend can tell the difference between a silly crush, and more than that.
• I’ve learned that sometimes a best friend is all you have.
• I’ve learned that sometimes you wonder how she knew, but then you realize that’s just how close you are.
• I’ve learned that when you are true best friends, everyone else knows it.
• I’ve learned that, most importantly of all, best friends will always be best friends, no matter what is happening in their lives, where they are, or what they are doing. A best friend is irreplaceable. This is the most important thing I could have ever been taught by a best friend.

Ma trezesc eu frumos la ora 9 dimineata, imi iau castronul in care imi pun laptele si cerealele, si ma indrept spre calculator cu intentia de a-mi verifica mailul si de a termina niste chestii incepute zilele trecute. Foarte dragut.

Totul merge bine pana cand intru pe mail si vad acolo ca subiect al mesajului primit de la 9a.m. (site cu stiri): “Romania a implinit 1 an de criza”.

Ok. Stai sa procesam informatia. Deci pam pam, Romania, criza economica mondiala, tanana, 1 an de zile. Wow….

Hai frate! Pe bune acum. Chiar in halul asta sa ajungi, sa scrii despre aniversarea crizei financiare in Romania?! Am uitat sa precizez ca sub titlu troneaza o poza cu o briosa cu o lumanare in varf, pe un fundal negru. Foarte… trist, sa zicem. Dar cred ca ’stupid’ e cuvantul cel mai potrivit.

Am ramas vreo 5 minute uitandu-ma la titlu si experimentand diferite senzatii. Mai intai ‘I laughed myself to tears’, dupa care am ramas blocata cateva secunde, urmand sa deschid mailul cu dezgust sa vad daca e si ceva plauzibil in el.

Dar totusi… Romania a implinit un an de criza?! Come on dude, give me a break. It’s one of the silliest pieces of news I’ve ever heard.

Ah, si exista si doua clipulete de pe youtube care iti explica fenomenul pe care noi se pare ca il numim criza creditelor. Cred ca aceste clipulete sunt singurele chestii cu rost din tot articolul (chiar daca putin sadice, in final), pentru ca asa poate sa inteleaga oricine ce s-a intamplat de fapt.

In orice caz, articolul se gaseste aici. Enjoy :>

Am condus-o pana la aeroport… Mi-am inghitit nodul din gat si am alungat senzatia dubioasa care imi tot dadea tarcoale… Am acceptat ca trebuie si ca o sa se descurce singura. Ca nu am de ce sa imi fac griji pentru ea, fiindca e momentul sa isi ia viata in propriile maini. Insa oricat de mult as iubi senzatia aia pe care o gara sau un aeroport mi-o da, tot e ciudat sa te desparti de cineva… Ma refer la cineva care conteaza pentru tine. Parca ar pleca o bucatica din ceea ce reprezinti.

Am realizat insa ca indiferent cate mii de kilomentri ne vor desparti, mereu vom face parte, intr-un mod sau altul, una din viata celeilalte. It’s just the way it is.

Si nu neaparat din cauza ca n-am avut timp, ca nu pot sa spun asta, ci pur si simplu pentru ca n-am mai fost in “moodul” de a scrie…

Ca de obicei, s-au tot intamplat diverse. E vorba aia: “you can sleep when you’re dead” (imi tot aparea in horoscop… lol). So, ia sa vedem cu ce incep. Mi-am incheiat mediile din semestrul trecut, mai am putin si le inchei si pe astea din semestrul al 2lea  -  in cazul in care nu intra domnii profesori in greva generala…

Am hotarat ca ma voi duce in Anglia dupa ce termin liceul, pentru studii. Lucru care implica ceva munca. Asa ca m-am apucat sa invat pentru IELTS, pentru ca il voi da in iulie, ca sa pot trimite in septembrie aplicatia. Asta inseamna ca pana la majoratul meu sigur voi stii ce si cum. Which is brilliant !

In ultima luna de zile am fost cam o data pe saptamana la teatru, realizare destul de importanta pentru mine. Printre piesele pe care le-am vazut se numara Egoistul, Dialoguri si fantezii in jazz si Don Quijote. Ultima dintre ele mi s-a parut foarte tare. Am avut ocazia sa il cunoosc personal pe Dan Puric, pentru ca baiatul lui a fost in clasa cu mine in generala. Dar atunci eram mica si nestiutoare si – nu stiu daca e normal sau anormal – nu prea aveam contact cu teatrul. Dialoguri si fantezii in jazz iarasi este un specatcol aparte, in care Ion Caramitru si Johnny Raducanu combina textul poetic cu muzica de jazz si creeaza o atmosfera unica, incarcata cu umor si sarcasm (the perfect match, from my point of view).

Planuisem sa dau o fuga la mare in acest mult asteptat weekend prelungit, dar m-au facut meteorologii sa ma razgandesc (addgdbfrrgkkpoghhh). Am cancelat rezervarea cu 2 zile inainte… Daaaar nu am putut sa stau in Bucuresti 3 zile, drept pentru care vineri am aterizat in Brasov, unde m-am intalnit cu Oanza si Tudor (ii ador pe puiutii astia doi :-”). Am avut o vreme bestiala, am urcat cu telecabina coloshea sus pe munte, am facut pooooze, am papat pizza la preaiubitul nostru irish pub, am jucat carti si din pacate pe la 5 am fugit spre gara ca sa nu pierd trenul de Bucuresti. N-am dat de niciun Goe in tren, si nici de vreun Bubico, dar a fost interesanta calatoria asta…

Cam atat deocamdata, nu stiu daca am omis vreun amanunt important. Daca da, asta e… Promit ca voi incerca sa scriu mai des pe aici .

Pana atunci, va dedic in avans melodia asta. Hope you enjoy it. Oldies but goldies, you know…