Daydreamer...

Te joci cu mine?

2012-01-13T20:11:00.000+02:00

Ne lăsăm prinşi în jocul sorţii mai uşor decât ne-am lăsa atinşi de valul spumegând al mării pe ţărm. Ne acaparează atenţia şi ne învăluie în mrejele ei, iar noi, simpli oameni, ne lăsăm purtaţi de sentimentul care ne copleşeşte. Ne simţim bine, nu-i aşa? Fără a vedea iminentul dezastru. Căci, dacă urcăm, trebuie să şi coborâm. Şi viceversa. Pare o regulă simplă. Însă câte complicaţii ţin de ea…

Şi cum rămâne cu timpul? E el mai presus de măiestria sorţii sau e doar un instrument al acesteia? Poate că timpul a fost odată un om, ca şi noi. Şi, având mereu poftă de joacă, s-a lăsat mereu prins în mrejele sorţii. Bineînţeles, soarta, fiind singură pe lume, s-a ataşat atât de mult de el încât i-a dat numele. Timp. Şi de aceea sunt nedespărţiţi azi. Veşnicul copil, timpul, şi mama sa, soarta, trăiesc mai fericiţi ca niciodată. O poveste cu sfârşit fericit? Nici vorbă.

Povestea asta n-are sfârşit. Poate nici început. Iar noi, oamenii, actori pe scena vieţii, suntem doar jucăriile timpului şi nu avem parte de roluri semnificative. Nu toţi. Dar cu toţii suntem personaje în povestea asta fără sfârşit.

Şi dacă soarta este mama, timpul copilul, noi jucăriile, Universul terenul de joacă, regulile inexistente, ne mai punem problema sfârşitului poveştii? Nu ne este foarte bine aşa? De ce ne place să punem capăt oricărui lucru? Pentru că stă în firea umană. La fel cum încercările, de multe ori nereuşite, de a dezlega mistere stau tot în firea umană. Ne punem mereu întrebări, căutăm neîcetat răspunsuri şi ajungem la o concluzie. Dacă ajungem. Dar mulţi ne pierdem pe acest drum al căutării unui răspuns, şi dacă nu e satisfăcător rezultatul, o luăm de la capăt. Şi aşa ne pierdem toată viaţa. Dacă din mrejele sorţii putem găsi o portiţă de scăpare,din mrejele propriei minţi nu. Din nou, inexplicabila fire umană. Sau poate s-a desluşit şi misterul acesta recent şi eu n-am aflat.

Concluzia? Da, eu am o concluzie. Indiferent de jocul în care suntem prinşi, de personajele pe care le jucăm în această poveste, trebuie să fim mândri, fericiţi, optimişti chiar, că suntem un personaj. Indiferent ce fel de personaj şi pentru cât timp.

Sunny

2011-12-30T23:14:00.000+02:00

Seven girls. One group that will last, as one of them says, “beyond their death”.

That’s what Sunny the movie is all about: Sunny the group, then and now. Back in the 1980’s and still stuck in the present.

The movie manages to capture the essence of a friendship between middle school girls that reunite later in life, when their leader dies. The friendship doesn’t. It is beautifully directed, as the scenes that show the past and those that show the present do not look mismatched; they shift smoothly and quite beautifully. It also has so many clichés but still captures them differently. Like the beautiful girl of the group, the “popular” one, is actually the silent one, that surprises when she proves to be a fighter when it comes to her friends. Or how much first love can hurt. Or the little ironies that are sprinkled all over the movie; how the “best” ones end up being in the worst state being one of them. I also love the subtle ways the movie shows how some relations (wife – husband, parents – daughter) work in nowadays’ Korea or how everyone’s addicted to dramas (the hospital scenes in the beginning really made me laugh).

Simply put, this movie is amazing. Breathtaking. It has so much of a plot and substance and does not fail in putting it together. And I love this. I also love how well matched the actresses are with their characters, which I adore. They play their roles so well, that I found myself crying towards the ened because they gathered as seven again only after the leader was gone. I mean, here we have the leader that acts as tough as a boy, but has the heart of a girl (Kang So-Ra plays young Ha Chun-Hwa, Jin Hee-Kyung plays mature Ha Chun-Hwa), the daughter of a teacher that could be called as “Queen of swearing” (Park Jin-Joo as the teen Hwang Jin-Hee, and Hong Jin-Hee as the mature one), the not-your-skinny-type of girl that can’t wait to get a double eyelid surgery ( Kim Min-Young and Ko Su-Hee play the young and not so young Kim Jang-Mi), the girl that dreams to be a writer, but proves to be quite the fighter as a teen(Nam Bo-Ra and Lee Yeon-Kyung play Seo Geum-Ok), the girl that lives her life as the pageant queen she will be one day (Ryoo Bok-Hee, played as a teen by Kim Bo-Mi and as a woman as Kim Sun-Kyung), the beautiful girl that everyone knows will become a model(Su-Ji, played by Min Hyo-Rin as a young girl – Su-Ji the woman only appears for the last couple of minutes in the movie and I’m not sure who plays her yet) and the newcomer, the girl from the countryside that lastly joins the band(Shim Eun-Kyung and Yoo Ho-Jeong play Lim Na-Mi in the two very different moments of her life) that put up with other bands of girls (ironically named “Girls’ Generation” – I doubt there’s any connection to this Girls’ Generation , but it’s not the only time the director uses popular band names nowadays in the movie, as the girls initially wanted their group name to be Wonder Girls). I admit it would have been interesting to see the WG vs. SNSD back in the 80’s as teen groups :)

And don’t get me started on the cinematic aspects of this movie or the fashion. It’s just…well, I’ll let you judge for yourself.

You can watch it (and I highly recommend you do so) with English subtitles here, here or here.

Photographs from here or screen caps of mine.

P.S. The soundtrack is also quite amazing!

Words are not enough

2011-12-16T15:11:00.000+02:00

Funny how ironic life can be sometimes. Just a week ago I was talking about milestones, about the fact that everything has an end. And just a few days ago someone’s life ended. Someone I really loved and cared for, someone I didn’t expect to leave me at this point in life. Or at all. I guess we really take things for granted, don’t we?

Now that one of my grandpas is gone, I just feel my heart is filled with regrets. The regret that I didn’t go see him on Sunday, that I didn’t call him like at all and that it seems an eternity since I’ve last seen him, the regret that I actually never told him how much I love him and how important he is to me. That I admired, and still admire, him. I can only hope that, as an understanding and patient grandpa that he was, he understood what I had never actually told him. I also hope that he really is in a better place right now, watching over us and forgiving us any mistake we could have possibly made. And if he’s not there yet, I’ll make sure he will go there, because he deserves it. That’s the only thing I can do for him right now, pray.

You see, I don’t really believe in the so-called “it’s Tuesday, 13 or Friday, 13 so it’s bad luck”.

But it was Tuesday.And 13.

13.12.2011

It was like a warm spring day, not a cold December one. Maybe this means it was better for him to go wherever he went; maybe this means that God, knowing through how much pain he’s been through during the last years, decided to ease everything, by taking him close to him without having him experience much pain, without him even expecting it. Maybe, and I really hope this is a sure thing, he now knows no pain or anger or anything; he must have his well deserved peace.

Milestone

2011-12-10T22:33:00.000+02:00

It hurts knowing how it will end at one point. Your birthday, a bad day, a long class at school, being stuck in the traffic jam, your childhood… everything has an end. I guess this is why they say we should enjoy each moment of our lives. It is true that we will never be younger than we are at this very moment. So why waste the moment? Might as well spread our wings, open our minds and just go wherever life will take us. Yet, rather than doing so, rather than listening to my instinct that always proved to be right, I do the exact opposite. I plan. I over think. I don’t just let life happen; I make sure what I want to happen will happen at one point or another. And in the rare moments that I just let it be, I feel complete for that moment. But the moment being nothing more than that, a future memory lost in my little treasure box deep in my heart, sooner or later the regrets sink in. And the what ifs…

Is there any way to beautifully close a chapter in your life and move onto the next one? I sometimes wonder of how my parents were when they had my age. When they tell me pieces of their life back then, I can’t help but notice how something in them changes. How their eyes have a tiny sparkle of happiness mixed with sadness, even melancholia, how they no longer focus on me and just look into space, how they relive those moments when talking about them. I wonder if this is how I will end up like. Talking about the youth I’m supposed to live now to my future children. In a way, it sounds like the best plan for life. I will have my family. And I will be a role model for my children, just like my parents are for me. And I will make sure my parents, grandparents’ stories will live on. But there’s the other way around: realizing I will lose something. A part of me. I guess that it all comes down to this, after all. You take something from life and have something be taken away from you.

The Little Things

2011-11-04T20:26:00.000+02:00

“People shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s enough to try your best in all that you’re doing now.”

- Aya, “1 Litre of Tears” (Japanese drama)

Trying your best in what I’m currently doing sure feels good. It keeps me focused, it keeps me motivated and it gives me a reason to get up from your bad each and every day, knowing that I am about to change something. Something about me or something about the others, something about the world we live in…anything.

Yet it sometimes feels so nice looking back and only being filled with happy memories. I feel… complete at those times. Because it means I haven’t lived in vain. It means I created something, and even if it will only remain in my memory or my closest friend’s memories, it doesn’t mean it is nothing. It can turn out to be everything.

At the end of our lives, aren’t memories the only way to judge our way of living? Aren’t memories those that brighten our days and remind us of the good and the bad we were through, the friends that stayed by our side, the fears we overcome with small steps, the things we learnt, the small things that made our life not empty at all?…

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My past experiences are those who made me who I am. And I can only be happy for the recent ones, that only made my days better and heart filled with good feelings.

For lovely, crisp autumn days that I wish would never end. And the heart warming sound of stepping on to fallen leaves.

For joyful little girls that put a smile on your face only with their way of being all cute and beautiful and noisy and funny and extremely adorable and everything else that makes you all glow with happiness from a child’s simple gestures.

For weekend mornings spent with my family which should last an eternity and for school days that sometimes seem to never end…

For getting dressed up with no reason, getting compliments that suddenly increase your self esteem.

For getting to play with an adorable puppy (that shouldn’t be referred to as a puppy any longer) that simply won’t let you do anything without him because he just loves you too much and has to always be there for you( not that I mind him doing so).

For a bunch of pretty flowers and for late night study accompanied by too many cups of hot chocolate and rice&milk&cinnamon.

For finding beautiful poems to read an re-read, only to make me realize how far childhood seems to be and how adulthood knocks at my door, now with being eighteen and everything… (now, excuse me English speakers, but I couldn’t find a way to translate this poem without losing its meaning and harmony of words – I had to keep it in Romanian):

And, lastly, for a beautiful Korean song that manages to give me peace and tranquility every time I listen to it, while expressing some of my fears in beautiful written lyrics…

Indeed, as someone recently said, autumn has been so good to me this far.

My project of goals

2011-10-16T13:06:00.000+03:00

Not sure if I’ve shared this before, but I am person that loves making lists. Sticking to them is the most difficult part most of the times. The lovely Danni over at oh, hello friend came with this amazing idea of making a list of 12 things to do before 2012. Are you up for a challenge? I know I am.

Here’s my list…

Exercise on a regular basis, no more excuses!!!
~~Try to bake a cake.~~
Read at least 4 3 books by the year’s end. [one done, three to go…]
Spend more time with my family.
Take more photographs.
~~Take it easy.It’s my last year of high school and all I do is study and study and study some more.I need to learn to relax and take it one step at a time.~~
Be more active in terms of volunteering.
Mix and match clothes from my own closet; I have to learn to use what I’ve got.
Pray.
~~Take my driving license.~~

Personal Thoughts on Korean Beauty Standards

2011-08-31T20:28:00.000+03:00

Korean High School (Documentary Preview) from Kelley Katzenmeyer on Vimeo.

Having spent so much time lately trying to learn more about Asian lifestyles, traditions and history, in particular about South Korea’s modern society, I find this video intriguing, unexpected but at the same time it seems as if I have already known everything that it contains.

After having read a lot on this aspect, watched many Korean dramas( though they do not exactly reveal a society’s true qualities nor flaws) and reality shows, as well as interviews of famous Korean people, I myself have identified those social issues.I may not personally know any Korean and I have not been through their educational system (in fact, I can only speak from an outsider’s perspective as I have not visited South Korea yet), but I can see those problems.And I can only wonder how can this be happening?How come, even though they are not a superficial people, artificial standards of beauty rule their modern society in an unimaginable way.How come there can be put so much pressure on those kids, which, by the way, are my age?It’s not like there is no pressure put on me, but I know my limits and I have the courage to say what I feel and how I should be doing things since it is my life in the end and I do not have to change my appearance for example just to get noticed.How come they can (mostly) look up to the so called “idols”( who, probably, create the delusional image of an “ideal” body/face/person while facing themselves the absurd existent standards of beauty and life, in general) and only wish to look like them? What happened to one’s character and moral values and beliefs, are those less important than having an “ideal” look?

Don’t get me wrong, I do not blame them for getting their inspiration from someone famous; I guess we all do so at one point in our lives.I just can not conceive the idea that they are not taught to love themselves the way they are and they are not taught what self respect and love is.We can not live by wishing every day to have I do not know what skin color or nose shape just because this is considered to be beautiful, or because we won’t get noticed by people of the opposite sex or future employer any either way.And the fact that they get plastic surgery like it would be a Christmas present( for example, the one for having double eyelids) is just so…so wrong.

I, for one, stand for individual beauty.And I know that things will hardly change in the near future at least, since , apparently, there is no one that doesn’t comply with the so called standards being in the spotlight and teaching them that there is a reason for God creating them the way he did.That it is not wrong to not have a model’s body or western eyes.They should be told how beautiful they are the way they are.And how special their features make them.

I do not want to be misunderstood, this post is only my way of expressing the frustration I have with regards to the way some things work over there.I may be wrong and I may also not have the needed knowledge to say such things.I am aware of that.And I may also not have the right to pinpoint other society’s flaws when mine has its own, but after having watched the video I just couldn’t hold it inside me.I just want to wake those students up from this illusion; I may not make it, but I can only try.

Anyways, I truly support those behind this documentary.I really hope they will succeed in putting across the message.

What are your opinions on this video?

Weekend in photos – The moments I am thankful for

2011-04-17T22:01:00.001+03:00

Saturday morning.9am.

Spring sunny mornings seem to finally visit my lovely home.And what a would make the morning even better?Cooking.Something easy, yet delicious.And, hopefully, healthy.

And the feeling of excitement when you see the final result.And the feeling keeps growing when you eat it…

And so the morning just goes by…and here comes the afternoon filled with reading for a writing a new article for Telluric Season magazine.Apparently, when I get the working bug I end up spending half of my night awake.Working on what I have to do…

And so comes Sunday noon, with me and my family ready for a short trip to my grandparents in the countryside.The youngest member of the family surely enjoys the drive…

And here’s for the amazing sceneries and nature coming back to life,for seeing your family having a good time, for playing hide and seek with the cat and enjoying the game of light and shadows, for imagining clouds are tiny elephants or giant marshmallows.

And for coming back home, where yummy food always welcomes me and fresh tulips my darling mother gave me earlier in the day rest peacefully in my little sanctuary.

Sunday evening.9pm.

Day by Day

2011-04-01T19:56:00.000+03:00

"Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment."

Ellis Peters

Goodbye winter, my dear friend.You've been there with me through tears of joy and happiness, through sorrow and broken hearts.I say goodbye to your silent night with whispering stars and to your cold mornings.Oh, how I wished the night’s embrace to never end.Yet everything in this world has an end.And an end is a new beginning.

So here I welcome spring and new daily rituals.The twinkling stars and the shinning sun shall be now my companions on this journey called life.The never ending mornings spent wrapped in bed sheets with a cup of hot coffee, a book and good music.The short nights filled with oh so many dreams.

Here I welcome a new chapter in my life, along with nature’s new face.May many episodes of friendship, love,special family moments,learning and daydreaming come.

And may God be with all of us!

For Japan with love

2011-03-15T19:32:00.001+02:00

I am sure most of you have heard about the disasters in Japan. Even if I do not live there, even if I have no connection with the Japanese people whatsoever, I have a huge respect and love for their culture.Their lifestyle.Their language. And I can not help but feel like the disaster affected me as well..

I know there are many organizations where you can donate, but I found this one that is created by two bloggers: http://www.forjapanwithlove.com/. And that suggests that we, bloggers from all over the world, should have a day of silence.

March 18th.

Maybe you are not one of those who pray for Japan. Or who donated. Or who had a moment of silence for all the lost souls and some hope for those yet not found. Or who had lost someone during these last days. But you are human and you could have been one of them.

This is the least we can do.

March 18th.

For Japan. With love,

Ruxandra

The story of a charming girl

2011-02-05T18:11:00.000+02:00

this is the story of a charming girl

she laughs out loud, sings off key and believes in taking chances

she is quick and curious and playful and strong

she lets her imagination run away with her

she has never been one to stick to convention

she is fond of daydreams that take her places

she can order a cocktail in six different languages

she feels that understated is overrated

A film by Kinga Burza for Kate Spade New York

Style Diary: Almost midnight

2011-01-23T22:44:00.000+02:00

Innocent snowflakes that travel around the world falling slowly into my hand.Lights guiding us through the night; careless whispers and lullabies singing for our souls.She twirls and smiles and tries to find a piece of quietness in this chaos of a world.Lost, yet without a future she breaths in and closes her eyes.Alive, yet dying slowly, fading into a shadow of what she’s used to be.What she's supposed to be.

But midnight is just before the dawn.Another day will come, another smile will hide the restless heart of hers.Good night, dear.Morning’s waiting for you.

Winter epilogue

2011-01-21T18:26:00.000+02:00

It’s strange how we connect, as humans.It’s amazing to find that one person some would call best friend, some soul mate and some an angel sent from God.It’s enchanting to share moments.And create memories.And even more amazing is to value that friendship, knowing that person will always be there for you and vice versa.Because you were meant to find each other in this world that can be so confusing an chaotic.You were meant to have like an imaginary wire keeping you close, even when you’re apart.Keeping you connected to each other.

Still, it’s painful watching that other person fade away.You know what’s going on, but you just can’t recognize the person you once knew.And it is just a phase or a changing mood, you have them too.And being apart for a while is acceptable, but you feel the changes.And, in a way, you want to preserve the person you once knew, and not let the world change her.You want the innocent beginning of the friendship, yet you love the dynamic of its complexity.

It’s useless to ask for such things.We all change.We are meant to change.Life happens.People adapt.Friends…are always on the other side of the wire, waiting for the changes to be over or to help.

Twilight Over Hearts’ Orchid

2011-01-03T17:43:00.001+02:00

They say that it’s better to learn from others’ mistakes.To have no regrets.To enjoy each and every moment of life as it was your last one.

But they don’t know what’s inside of your soul.A smile can hide an unimaginable pain and sorrow.

That is why it is better to take your time when it comes to people.And start by doing that with yourself.Love at first sight does not always last forever, because the passion of the youth tends to fade with time.But knowing each other before having developed that amazing feeling of love builds a solid base for a relationship and a life together.

So be your friend and loving yourself will come naturally.Small steps lead to great achievements.

Here’s to a New Year filled with tears of joy and , if necessary, sadness,new and old friendships and sleepless nights to make memories, laughter and photographs, words of wisdom and words of foolishness, acting like a child and turning into an adult, old and new lovers, family ties and finding yourself, books and music and everything else life has in store for you.

Hello 2011.Goodbye 2010.

Illustration: Nicolas Gouny

All she wants for Christmas is…flirty bracelets for after hours

2010-12-09T21:22:00.001+02:00

With Christmas knocking at our door, buying a present for a mom or a dear friend or someone you haven’t been in touch lately is quite important for most of us.Still out of ideas? Check this lovely site out: www.abazias.com and their variety of bracelets that can make a great Christmas gift!

Bracelets can be a great way to express your individuality and garner some attention. There are some very beautiful designs at www.abazias.com that can make any night special. Pair them with rings or earrings to really accentuate your outfit.

Charm Bracelets

These are just plain fun. They are great for parties and girl's night out. The charms you pick can be as unique and varied as your personality. They can include gems or just be metal charms. What's fun about charm bracelets is that they are very eye-catching at the bar scenes since they jangle when you lift that drink to your lips.

Diamond Bracelets

For an elegant business dinner or a couple's night out, you can amp up the night with diamond bracelets. It's a very sophisticated look that says you have great taste. Diamond bracelets say you are a fun person, but in a traditional fashion. It also says you are successful since you have money to spend on diamonds.

Cuff Bracelets

These make a bold statement and are even used in the office. They make very good statement pieces and can be as simple as a metal band or as ornate as an intricately carved or jewel-embedded cuff bracelet. They send out a message that you are a confident individual with a strong personality.

Chain Bracelets

A simple chain bracelet can be very understated, only popping out from under a sleeve when you are very close to someone. It can be a delicate chain that just adds a hint of gold to your outfit or a much bolder chain that gives a modern look to an outfit.

Bracelets make wonderful jewelry pieces for after-hours and the joy of the jangling bracelets fits in with dance events, couples night out, or girl's night out. Bring even more attention to the bracelets with a fine manicure and a beautiful hint of nail color. It will make you look cultured, interesting, and vibrant.

Indonesia Needs Your Help

2010-11-03T23:07:00.001+02:00

I think no one is a stranger anymore to what Indonesia is going through at this point.

And I also share Clara’s opinion, that “A little voice of us could make a big difference on the refugees' life!“.So I hope that, as a human being you do care for those people that now have nothing and you would at least help to spread the word of Clara’s action to help those in need.

Along with her friends, she is holding a charity to raise money.So please take a few moments from your busy day to at least pass the message to others that might help, if not to donate yourself.

You can find more here: http://sunflaresplethora.blogspot.com/p/donate-your-love.html

I keep coming back to the beginning…

2010-09-27T22:14:00.000+03:00

Hello today

2010-09-06T23:27:00.001+03:00

The crisp air fills my lungs. I am alive. I am better than yesterday and ready for today. There is no tomorrow. Not yet.

I take a step, You are right behind me to watch after me. I smile, You make the nature share my feelings by sending a warm breeze. I cry, You send warm sun beams to touch my soul and help me go on. You send a raindrop on my rose cheek, I lift my hand up in the air and wish I could wave goodbye to the cotton like skies.

I turned 17. I embraced myself in almost every way possible. You were there.

Like the photographer in the shadow, capturing moments soon to be melancholic memories.

Like a mother bird, afraid of the baby’s fall but aware of the independence he has to gain.

So here I am. I spread my wings and take myself higher. I no longer look back for regrets.

I no longer look back. You are right in front of me. Life is right in front of me.

Probably this is my now

2010-08-26T00:04:00.000+03:00

That’s what I do.This is my lifestyle.

A cycle of little pretty things that keep me breathing and moving and talking and crying and smiling and, eventually, living. I feel the difference of living the moment and living in the future.

Yesterday I was the girl that woke up at 12 a.m. because she had just spent her last night awake until 4 a.m. to make memories with her best friend. Talking and laughing and making silly faces and inventing new nicknames and simply living.

Today I am the morning kind of person that drinks her coffee while reading a twenty nine-year olds adventure through the French cuisine. She takes photographs of herself and of everything else, she plays dress up from time to time and she wants to capture the pretty moments of the day that just shine in the sun beams in heart shaped jars of glass. If only they were unbreakable…

Tomorrow I do not know who she will be. Maybe a lazy girl hanging around her yard playing with her dog or a young, talented writer or just a step closer to being seventeen. But what did change is that she no longer wants to know who she will be the next day.

And it is better this way.Life seems to offer much more opportunities and she seems to fully embrace them this way. In the present.

I learn to fly higher with each passing day. I will forever know where my cage is and what joys it brings me, but sometimes the unknown and infinite sky simply needs to be explored. And it sure does take a lot of time.

But I would rather have this girl the way she is now. Busy living.

Let me be honest…

2010-07-15T22:06:00.001+03:00

Honesty is something so hard to do when you really want to.It’s a matter of feelings, of circumstances and relations, of ego and staying true to yourself.I like to consider life a journey.Sadly, it is not a never-ending one.But, hey, be happy for the fact that you can travel through life.I am.

Also, I am trying to enjoy each and every stop my train makes.I know that in a few years all I’ll have will be photographs and some vague memories of feelings and moments, but it is far more important to leave all the future thoughts behind and start to enjoy the moment.A cliché, but the truth.

So, here I am, after a week spent at the sea shore, trying to organize my life in the best way possible.Or in any way, as a matter of fact.

This is not a goodbye, it’s a pause for me to actually live.I do not want to look back when I’ll be old and say: “I was just one of those who spent hours on the Internet.” No, this is not the way it’s supposed to be.

I am not going to lie; the Internet has brought me so many opportunities.I am not going to exclude it from life; I am just going to shorten the time spent here, organize my time in a way that would work better for the human inside me.

This being said, I am leaving you with paragraphs of my article in the first issue of Telluric Season Magazine and with the hope of you reading it all in the magazine.It would mean so much for me to hear your criticism.It is a magazine in which young people put a lot of soul and it was my first attempt of an editorial.Again, it would mean the world for me.I am not asking you to buy the magazine; I am just asking for ten minutes of your busy life to read my article, if not the entire magazine, and let me know whether you liked it or not.Criticism is more than welcome.

We love. We hope. We dream. But we do not search for beauty. Not all of us. And using the stupid excuse that “ I don’t have time” is not helping. You see, it doesn’t take time to see the beauty in things. Usually, beauty reveals itself. It’s like a beautiful bride who takes off her veil so her now husband can see her smile again, can see the woman which will be there for him, always. This is the same. Beauty surrounds us…

Imagine silver trees and snowflakes of happiness falling down around you, while your steps carry you away to the top of the mountain, with a thankful smile on your face when you finally get there and you see the whole country in front of you, you see the sky and the Earth collide.

Imagine crumbs of gold and waves of midsummer night dreams, as you walk around the shore of the sea, and the sleepless nights spent watching the tiny sparkling stars and the majestic moon, with songs at the campfire in the background.

Here We Go Again…

2010-07-02T13:23:00.000+03:00

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My soul revolves around summer days filled with magical air and careless whispers.Little stars shining in the dark sky guide my way through silence; sun beams warm my heart each passing day.From above, it seems like God couldn’t have given me more.Yet, I ask for more.

A whirlwind of dreams echoes throughout my body, forcing my mind to fight.A battle of creation out of pure curiosity and passion.A restless heart measures the rhythm of my wishes.Endless wishes.

Being human might be my weakness.Still, I consider it my greatest quality in nowadays world.If being human means hoping, then there’s nothing wrong in wishing upon stars and hoping for dreams to come true…

Page One

2010-06-26T21:47:00.000+03:00

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.
Audrey Hepburn

I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.
Audrey Hepburn

Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
Audrey Hepburn

I want to feel my life while I'm in it.
Meryl Streep

It is well that the earth is round that we do no t see too far ahead.
Meryl Streep

Some people are filled by compassion and a desire to do good, and some simply don't think anything's going to make a difference.
Meryl Streep

Endless Nights

2010-06-20T20:16:00.001+03:00

I feel the silence slowly running through my veins.I hear your breath;slowly moving, afraid of causing more pain.In the light of the new moon your eyes seem lost.With each passing minute their light transforms into wilderness, the interdiction seems as real as never.

Deep breaths measure the silence.Mines.Yours.It is like a never ending cycle.And there, for a second, it seems as if you feel it.Love.Never heard of it, never seen it, how could you possibly feel it?

And then, it might as well be just another trick of yours, tyrant of feelings.

The truth unveils the hidden treasures of your heart

2010-06-06T22:04:00.001+03:00

Pretty woman in the depth of the night; you say hello, he waves goodbye.It’s like the fairytale life you have always dreamed of.It lays still in front of you, untouched by the cruel feelings once running through your veins.

You mean to scream the truth out loud but only stars will listen to you.High in the sky, they must be your only company in the cold night.Always there, they can not hurt you.You wish upon them.You hope.

Your tears falling down your checks speak the words you have tried to hide inside your beautiful soul.

You have to let him go…

And she danced the weeks away…

2010-05-31T21:51:00.000+03:00

It all started one week ago on a rainy day…She was just having fun with friends, she was laughing and her thoughts were dancing to the sound of a peaceful Saturday rain…She could lay in the dreams field forever and ever…if only she was allowed to.Yet, she didn’t look away not even for a moment from the beauty of the castle…now images of her being a princess would come back to her memory.Still, she chose to visit the smaller one.And it is true that good things come in small boxes…She still has the image of that in her memory, she prefers it this way.It makes everything much more magical… It was the road of happiness, filled with soon to be beautiful memories and innocent smiles and plenty of inspiration.It was pretty perfect, if only perfection existed.Dreams would keep flying by captured in rain clouds and whispering in the falling raindrops… The bittersweet taste of fresh cherries and the idea of a new beginning overwhelmed her with emotions…Life can be so beautiful… And later on, when sky turned black and stars guided our way in search of love, it was time for a little party.Not that Gossip Girl kind of party, but the we all know each other so well and love being together type of party…They all danced to the same rhythm, and it was something she’d never felt before.Weekends do have happy ends, as the skies go by and sun touches everybody’s face and soul, spreading the summer smell into the air… The escapade was over.The endless night and the long balcony enriched her friendships.And her, as a person.It all felt like a new chapter in her life, a closed door she thought that could never be opened.She loved it.In her way.She still has a window in her heart asking to be opened and relive those moments, those happy yet aching at the thought of the future moments… Life does go on.She had a reading marathon on her way and a party to attend.Dressing up, buying new shoes, planning a “Yes Week” and, hopefully, seeing “Yes, Man”, tasting different types of drinks, avoiding sweet guys that probably won’t remember her the next day, praying for her grandfather, staying in the coldish night at 2 a.m. to keep company to a sick friend,then coming home at 3 a.m. to finish her French homework until 4 a.m., wishing “Happy Birthday” and eating too mush junk food, feeling sick at her medical gymnastic hour due to lack of sleep, running through the rain on her way to high school and staying with her bare feet during classes to let the water in her shoes dry… May is over.

Child’s day is right around the corner.

In two years time she won’t be able to say it’s her day too.

Not physically, but in her heart she’ll always be a child.

June is just beginning.

Day and night, night and day; it’s all the same dream

2010-05-21T13:03:00.000+03:00

“What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.“-The Virgin Suicides

“Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days when I was six and my biggest problem was what kind of dress to put on Barbie or whether or not I had enough Lego to build a fort”

“A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.”-Coco Chanel

“So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. “-The Virgin Suicides

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock

“For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”

“Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days.”-William Shakespeare

One look up into the night sky and I do pretend that airplanes are wishing stars…

2010-05-18T22:04:00.000+03:00

Wow, I can not believe it’s my second outfit post in a month. To be exact, on a Tuesday again.Not that I haven’t tried this last year too, but it still seems awkward. Now, excuse my lack of usual posts, I do not really have the inspiration needed since it has been raining for the last 10 days or so and school life was quite hectic. It’s supposed to be May, but all we get is autumn-like weather. That is the reason why I took the photographs in the balcony…I am so happy to say that I am finished with all thesis, and that there are only 3 weeks (and a half) of school left. It is just the feeling of having enough time to read that most delights me when I think about holiday. A big thank you to my little brother that took part of the photos and endured the cold weather for me.

Also, even if the sky was covered with clouds, the first photograph turned out so bright. I had quite a lot of time thinking if I should brighten the others too or not. In the end, I left them the way they were taken. There is a really big difference. What do you think? Should I make all the same next time? I would love to hear your opinion on this.

I would also have to say that I love this necklace that i bought last week, it reminds me of India (wish I'd go there one day) , especially with that little decorated hand.Do you have like a piece that reminds you of a country or certain place?

Happy mid-week!

Sketch-Changed

2010-05-12T22:59:00.001+03:00

One more thesis and I am back to the blogging “routine”. I did take time to take some photographs of the Tuesday’s outfit, when it was so lovely outside…

And let’s say I’m introducing Blacks(well, Blacky is his name, but we just call him in so many different ways…)…or, at least, his tail :) I did wanted to post a better photo of him, but it came out blurry.Next time…

Notes to Myself…

2010-04-19T20:59:00.001+03:00

I am alive. I am struggling to live.Books and books and homework and expectations and…i am having a hard time coping with all of this.One thesis done, the easiest one, four more to go. Four weeks.And the thing that most upsets me is that i lose four-i mean FOUR- weeks of my life standing on a chair and constantly learning.Without enjoying the lovely April showers or the sun flares in the morning or…am i valuing time to much at my age?I am afraid life will pass me by and, still, i do not live. Now, on with the little notes that might help…

Rainy Weekend Plans

2010-04-09T17:44:00.001+03:00

Hello everybody!

It’s already like 6 p.m. here and it’s definitely a rainy day.Like it has been all week long.April showers, what can i say?

It’s officially the end of my spring holiday and i must prepare for the 5 weeks of thesis ahead of me.One thesis per week.Charming, right?

I’ve just taken a bath and curled my hair, though it is naturally curly, i wanted to try something else.Not the best result, i must say.I have so many things to do this weekend, taking into consideration the fact that i didn’t do much on my holiday.Besides reading a book for school, learning for my French private classes, doing homework and cleaning my closet, i was supposed to go and plant trees tomorrow morning [which, unfortunately, won’t happen for me].I also have to search for my camera’s charging device, as it is simply lost in this house.Maybe it went where lost things go…ha ha [you have to read Cecelia Ahern’s book “A Placed Called Here” to understand what I'm saying].Anyway, I'd better get back to reading and having dinner as my stomach is definitely hungry.

Hope everybody had an amazing Easter and has a lovely spring! Happy weekend!

P.S. I got the most adorable puppy in the world a month ago.Photographs will soon come…as i said, batteries must be charged…

P.P.S. Would you please make time to check the first issue of The Telluric Season magazine where i published an article?Pretty please:) http://www.telluricseason.com/

Because I Fly and You Don’t

2010-04-08T15:06:00.001+03:00

Walking along the shore, i feel the bittersweet taste of the breeze.My hands searching the

lost things, my eyes struggling not to cry. Reality slowly making place into my mind, screaming and fighting

against me.Far away sounds of a lost boat were lovers share sweet words under the moon beams beat the silence.And it all comes back to my memory.Your smell,your voice, your eyes…the echo of a life long gone.The farther you go, the stranger you become.And my dreams fall apart like broken glass,causing so much pain one can not bare.

We are worlds apart.

The Need of Knowledge

2010-04-02T19:03:00.001+03:00

How important is religion for you?

I know everyone believes in what he wants, i know everyone has the right to do so, and yet i find myself between two worlds.I know there is somebody up there, greater than everything, and i would like to believe more and more with each passing day.It just gets hard to respect everything a true Christian should respect in this world.Or is it just me that makes it harder?

I know God has helped me a lot.I can not think that everything that has happened in my life is because of my fate.And, even though, who created my fate?Didn’t God do it?

Maybe it’s because everybody sees just the beauty of the wrapping of a holiday, without carrying where does the beauty really comes from.Easter is more about traditions that are connected with Jesus' life, or better said, death and resurrection.And the beauty of this traditions is strongly connected with our religious life.

Happy Easter!

I miss you…How long has it been?Too long for me.I miss you…

2010-03-19T11:15:00.001+02:00

Your lost eyes in the whisper of the night and your wisely smile.The crisp air of a summer midnight fills with words and memories and love dust,The joyful wind plays with them,knowing they would soon be lost.You, stay still.The deep silence kills my childish soul.And you stay still, searching in the dark your own light.How i wish to know what you are thinking of…

Your lost eyes are now given wings to fly.Far away.I wonder…have you found your light?…

Everything unsaid

2010-03-05T21:21:00.001+02:00

Frozen thoughts and snow covered dreams live inside my mind.

The sun’s warmth, its hopeful beams touching my face,it’s all long gone.So close, and so far away.The echo of these days is the constant rhythm of my heart…I no longer live.I wait.

I close my eyes and spread magic dust above my useless body.

I whisper old stories to the moon and i wish upon the stars.I go to sleep with the hope of a better tomorrow.

I dream of Spring and Winter wakes me up….

I listen to you.I look into your eyes, your peaceful, wise eyes.They smile, they share , they want to be answered.You search for a glimpse of happiness in mines.It’s not worth it, as my eyes are just a shadow of the happiness you once saw in them.I quietly turn my eyes to the window and sigh.The same cotton drops falling down.The same snow white scenery.

I dream of Spring and Winter wakes me up…

[photographs-different tumblrs]

Update: please listen to this.and spread the word.

Pastel Pink Friday

2010-01-30T01:05:00.001+02:00

[photographs~Ileana~thanks again!]

[do not use them without my permission.pretty please:)]

Blue Monkeys and Other Dreams…

2010-01-30T00:19:00.001+02:00

“Avatar”

I like happy endings.And imagination brought to the limits.I enjoy the idea of another world,of a love story.On the other hand, i am not at all an action girl, nor one who enjoys wars between different people.”Avatar” had good and bad sides for me…I can not help but admit the unique movie, yet, the plot was based, in my opinion, on a “humans want to become more rich and they do not care if they destroy another people”.I could, however, look at things from another perspective: we are those humans who want so much and destroy no matter what.

I enjoyed the movie, but it didn’t touch my heart.I loved Pandora, the fantasy world that was brought to life, and the Na’Vi people, it was definitely the creation of an amazing artist with a brilliant imagination.I was especially touched by the bound the Na’Vi people had with the nature.We should remember how tight our bond with nature used to be…

All in all, i definitely don’t regret seeing this movie.Here are my favorite scenes:)[taken from Leona Lewis’ music video-“I See You”]

“An Education”

I was pleasantly surprised to realize how much i loved this movie.The whole 1960’s atmosphere, the clothes, the backgrounds, the lines, the characters’ personalities…the love story who ended Jenny’s innocence and made her become, from a teenagers with dreams, in a women with real goals who had, or will, accomplish those dreams.It was not necessarily the love story that represented the essence of this adorable movie, but the transformations that took Jenny to living her life to the fullest.The actors bounded with their characters and that resulted in a beautiful movie like “An Education” is.This is definitely one of my favorite movies all times, and i am more than happy that the actrice who played Jenny had a charm, that quelque chose that brought the character to life.

“The Holiday”

From the successful Amanda, to the always-in-love-with-the-wrong-guy Iris and their friends, changing your house for a couple of weeks near the holidays can change your life.The prescription is simple: you take a successful trailer director[Amanda], who has recently broken with her boyfriend, from sunny L.A. and take her to the snowy England, while you take the talented journalist[Iris] in love with the wrong guy,which constantly plays with her, from the snowy England and take her to the sunny L.A.It’s simple.Amanda’s friend will eventually fall for Iris and vice versa,while Iris’s brother will fall for Amanda and, yes, vice versa.Plus a thousand of other happy moments that will make this movie more than delightful…Oh, did i mention the winter wonderland at Iris’s home near Christmas or the simply breathtaking, awe-inspiring sceneries and house decorations?Well, those should be mentioned too.

And, probably, you should also know that Jude Law, Kate Winslet, Cameron Diaz and Jack Black fit so perfectly with their characters.Did i mention Jude Law?I think i did…

[all movies captures are taken from Google images or other sites providing movie captures]

Lost in my own thoughts…

2010-01-24T20:35:00.001+02:00

Here’s how things are in my life at this point.I have like one week until the holiday, i have still have a thousand things to do, but, anyway, the “hell” week is behind me.Now, the problem is with my future.I know, i am in the 10th grade and i have enough time to think about what i want to do.Well, forget that.It seems that teachers are putting such pressure on this “what college will you go to?” or “it would be much better if you would go to…” stuff.It’s not that i do not appreciate others opinions, i do.But i know that only i can choose the best for me.And speaking of that, how do i know what is best for me?I have an idea of what would make me happy and what i would like to know more about, but i actually have no idea what should i do in life.I mean, how do i know what will fit me best if i don’t try?

And here’s the problem…i can not try one thousand jobs to find the right one.I am completely lost in my thoughts, i am maybe too concerned about the future…I do not know how to find a thing that would be enough to keep me happy for the rest of my life.Though i can think about a couple of things that represent a total interest for me, i am afraid that i will be slowly disappointed to realize that that thing is not what i thought or that i will really love studying that thing but it would not help me make it to a decent[in my opinion of decent] life.Not that i am material, but i want to travel and live decently and that needs money.That’s a realistic point of view.On the other hand, if i could join some design classes or photography or journalism or others maybe i will find a path to my “vocation”.Only if i had all those in my city.The ones that i have, well, let’s say people who attended do not have good words…

Now, i really would like you to answer me this question: how do you know what is the right job to do or how do you actually find the thing that totally captures your interest and so you know this is what you will do for the rest of your life?

I would really appreciate your advice.

Winter Song~Nichita Stănescu

2010-01-16T22:17:00.001+02:00

You are so beautiful in winter!

The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,

and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ...

My nostrils tremble

and no scent

and no breeze

only the distant, icy smell

of the suns.

How transparent your hands are in winter!

And no one passes -

only the white suns revolve in quiet worship.

and the thought spreads in circles

ringing the trees

in twos

in fours.

[photographs~tumblr(s)]

Me.Myself.And I…

2010-01-12T20:07:00.001+02:00

Cotton clouds join their hands and share snowflakes of happiness.I walk towards the birds little blue house, my heart’s beats louder and louder.The smell of the crisp air brings sparkles in my eyes.The feelings inside me intoxicate me.I fight with myself, i start a war and i may lose…

I search for the light.An endless echo of the light that used to guide my life comes from somewhere inside me.Tiny, now breakable.Ruining my dreams, spoiling my ego.

The world that i have created is nothing more the emptiness now.Shades of what used to be.Falling down, piece by piece.Feelings have become warriors and my body a battlefield.And i am tired of fighting…I am tired…

A battle leads to another…and i might lose…

[photographs-tumblr(s)]

Morning Inspiration

2010-01-09T13:37:00.001+02:00

[photograph~tumblr]

Life.

2010-01-08T12:43:00.001+02:00

Friends and snow and laughs emotions.

Tears and rain and yellow.

Lights and darkness and hopes.

Books and sleep and dreams.

Me, myself and i.

And some Math…

[photographs~me, except the first one which is with me and taken by a lovely friend]

Hello…[The Simplicity Never Fades and Happy Endings Exist for Beautiful Journeys]

2010-01-01T15:28:00.001+02:00

I believe in magic and i have no fear in thinking that magic does exist.The time’s stardust and the whispering wind, the colorful rain and the snowflakes of happiness, the ice cold tears which melt your heart and the sounds which warm your soul.

I am by no means different yet i am not at all like others. I dream and i wish upon stars.

But i am slowly discovering myself and finding my place in this world.Or, should i say, i am creating my place in this world.I’ve been here for an year.And it has been a beautiful year.

Thank you!

P.S.: I have yet to post 2 awards since autumn.Oh, and may 2010 be at least as beautiful as 2009…

[photograph~me]

Four and Seven...An Endless Dream...The Little "Thank You" Pray...

2009-12-25T18:00:00.000+02:00

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale
[A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!]

By accident or not, this post is my 47th.
I was born on 4th of September.
My brother was born on 7th of February.
4 and 7 have always flown around me, lots of things have happened in my life that have to do with this numbers.If someone can love numbers, i will always love these two numbers.
And today is Christmas.
Happiness snowflakes, the smell of joy and warming laughs; that's how my 16th Christmas is.And i have all the right reasons to love it.Yet, as my life has slowly settled down and became more and more beautiful in the past 4 months, i have all the right reasons to love me at 16.I am waiting for one more thing...which might slowly come...

Dear Santa,
Thank you for the gift of going to the camp.You can't even imagine how many gifts this huge one hidded.Friends, hot chocolate, ski, snow, camp fire, good food, great music, hugs, kisses, dreams, endless nights of friendship and short days of fun,
philosophies of life, quotes...unforgetable moments which i will cherish forever.We were 7 teenagers and now we will forever be 7 friends.
I hope you will not forget about me next year neither...
Love,
Ruxandra

Dear God,
Thank you for everything that you have brought to me.A year of happiness and sorrows, of laughs and tears, of good friends and caring family, lots of chances to learn more about me and wisdom.
And i shall be better and talk to you more often.And help the others more often.And read the Bible.And learn what is to be learned.
And may the next year bring me the love i need.
Thank you!

Love,
Ruxandra

[photographs~me]

Sweet November

2009-11-30T21:23:00.001+02:00

Nelson: This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.~"Sweet November"
An end is a new beggining.
Walking seems so boring once i learned how to fly.You were there to help me, and you too.All of you made my autumn.I grew up with you.I learned how to cry and how to smile.Then i taught you how to do it.I danced in the rain, i ran into the woods and i wrote.More than never.I sang and danced, took photographs and talked.I learned.I drank tea and hot chocolate, i made plans and saw them coming to life.For the first time in my life.I shared and regretted when didn't.I learned from mistakes.I made new friends and learned to say goodbye.I was and still am enchanted by this Indian Summer.Couldn't have been perfect for the sixteen-year old me.I love you and i love me.
And now i am letting you go...Still, memories of you will remain forever in my heart, and photographs in my room, as the first time i have actually lived.And i am doing it right now.Living my life.
Goodbye November.October and September are waiting for you.Your train is leaving.Thank you.
...
Goodbye Autumn.

[photgraph~Ramona]

Morning Light in her Room

2009-11-27T21:29:00.000+02:00

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~Jean Giraudoux

She is still here.
Wounded, but here.
Slowly, the light conqueres the room and makes its way through the darkness.Or what is left of it.Pain is gone.And what amazes her is the fact of actually missing it.Can you even imagine missing something that hurted you for such a long time?She feels that way.Maybe she can not feel anymore and she just lives from memories.
But it is all over.For the moment.Day and night are worlds apart.And she should realize that the appropriate thing to do is to live by the rules.Until she is back on her feet, she has to play by the rules.There's no harm in it, is it?
But, again, it's morning.It is a brand new day.Forgetting and forgiving, learning and living.Simple rules for complicated people.
Yet the beautiful sunflares joined their hands and danced around her, filling her cold world with warm and beautiful thoughts.
She smiled.It really is morning...

[photograph~stadiumlove.tumblr]

Shattered Dreams in the Night

2009-11-14T18:33:00.000+02:00

My heart is glass, daily shattered. ~Jaesse Tyler
She can cut the silence with a knife.That's how deep it is.No one to talk to her.No one to hear her...
Alone.In the darkest corner of the room her can almost hear her heart beating.Slowly, afraid that the slightest noise could make a change.Fears running through her veins like they keep her body alive.She closes her eyes.But it doesn't go away.
Silence is harder then noise.The pain you feel, like you've fallen through a glass window.The fears that whisper you things you've never thought of.Unbelievable.Yet reality...
Tears run down her cheeks, touch her soft lips and show the emptyness of her soul.
What happened to her dreams?They shattered like the glass window she had fallen through...It's nothing more than a word now...Dreams can not save her, dreams can not cheer her up.Dreams do not exist in her world anymore...Once the coloured city, now the grey one.
The paint is hidden away somewhere, in the lighted corner of the room.Where sun touches everything, where hope is the rule and dreams exist...where she used to live.
Her heart keeps beatting.Slowly, fear is taking over it and turns the two chambers reserved to light into darkness.And she can't stop them.She is too afraid.
And alone.In a never-ending night.

[photograph~me]

Hold me tight because i might go away one day...

2009-11-06T22:09:00.000+02:00

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.~Lin Yutang

The thinnest yellow light of November was more warming than the powerful sun in the middle of July.The clear, crisp autumn morning and the soft wind made Lara's cheeks turn red.Fallen leaves moved as she made her way to her destination.
Her lively personality and optimistic approach to life are a quaint charm.You could recognize this red-haired girl from a crowd within a second.
Her slow, yet sure, pace grew with every second.The tiny raindrops made their way to the ground.In no time she opened her beautiful heart-shaped bag and took her umbrella.A simple and black umbrella.That was enough for her.No flowers, no inscription...just simplicity.
Only then did she realize what she was doing.Walking faster and faster, hidding away from the cold raindrops and trying her best to hurry up.
In time she would loose all this.
She would lose the November mornings at that age, the November mornings at any age.Her skin would not feel the cold of the raindrops; yet, she had all the time in the world to find the warmth of those raindrops because she could still look at life throuh rose-coloured spectacles.For the time being, she could stop the time.In her beliefs, her dreams and her mind; she was young, there was no time.In the future, it would be unavoidable.Like a trap.
She stopped.The empty park seemed to reflect her thoughts.It was crystal clear that her life had never looked better.
A smile came across her face and so did the rainbow on the sky.
She put her umbrella back where it belonged and sat on a bench, admiring the beauty of nature, certain of her own beauty.
She now knew that sadness is out of reach and hapinness is the rule.

[photograph~weheartit]

The Thursday us

2009-10-30T21:30:00.000+02:00

Teenagers complain there's nothing to do, then stay out all night doing it. ~Bob Phillips

Thursday night.The cold grey world is left behind while my steps guide me in another world.
I open my eyes and try not to look too excited.Like over the moon type of excitement.I try.And they are there.In a hidden corner of this majestic place, they are there.Always.
And they smile and they talk and they drink and they dance.And they smile again...
And it's a never ending circle.Once you're there, you can't get out.And who would want to get out?Friends and Pepsi twist and good music and fancy dresses and friends.And someone that was you once upon a time.
Somewhere, i loose myself on the way.From those stairs to the dancing floor.And then i know i have to take a break and breathe.Just look around and realize this is one night only.Never coming back.But i am not just for one night.I can be forever;if not, just a lifetime.And that may be forever.
That smile and that atmosphere, like we are not humans, like we are spirits who lift themselves in the air and let the wind carry them anywhere.That's the effect everything has on me.On what's left of me.
"Come on, dance with me!!!"
And i go to the dancing floor and i smile and i let the music carry me wherever it wants.
And i am not lost anymore.I am me.The today me.Tomorrow is not important now.
Because i find myself everywhere and today will be soon gone.

[photograph~me]

Sacred

2009-10-21T15:32:00.000+03:00

To me you'll be forever sacred...
Never giving up, always looking forward.
Always smiling or hidding your tears.
Always the reason to go on for the others.
Someone's grandson, son, father, grandfather, greatgrandfather...
Living the life you want to live.
The little time that was left you did it your way.
I sincerely hope you are happy.
And that you were happy on Earth.
Few years on the same planet, fewer minutes in the same room.
But you were there.
Never giving up, always looking forward.
To me you'll be forever sacred....

[photgraph~weheartit]

Rainy City

2009-10-16T21:29:00.000+03:00

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain. ~Author Unknown

Open your eyes and watch it.Open your heart and listen to it.Smell it.Live it.Remember it.
The beautiful rainy October day has just started.Like a piano song, you could listen to it all day long.And why not do it?It's God who plays the song, so pray and thank.
And get out.Take your beautiful red coat and Mary-Jane shoes and go out.No umbrella,not now.Go out and dance.Feel the raindrops on your body, while they walk on your face, trying to remember every part of you.It will make you smile, it will make you the happiest person on Earth.Dance.
And this is true joy.To become one with the nature, to feel it in your bones and still not get enough.We are part of the nature, and we give, and we take.Now take the joy out of those raindrops and turn it in beautiful thoughts in your mind and full of love feeling in your heart.
Can you see it?Can you see how the colours dance in the rain?Who said colours fade when raining was blind.How yellow and green and blue, and red and purple and black join their little hands and fill the world with happiness and beauty.And all the colours show their beauty like they never had, and from somewhere, behind the clouds, the sun gives them the energy to to do it.
Colours are everywhere now.At school, they knock at the windows and help you.In the park, they are the reason you curl under an umbrella with him.At home, they are the ones that listen to you.They colour the world.And they colour you.Thanks to the rain, they can get to your heart in every way posible.
And as cold as they are when touching your body along with the raindrops, as much they warm your heart.
And when the beautiful night comes, the tiny stars share their glitter, letting it come down on a ray of new moon and colour the rain.And then the morning comes...

[photgraph~weheartit]

Dear reader...

2009-10-10T21:03:00.000+03:00

I am not sorry.
Blogging has become a part of my life.
It's just that it is not the priority now.
And it's not a matter of inspiration.
It's just a matter of time.
I won't make promises anymore.
I am not gone.
I still look at your blogs.
Daily.
Though i don't have the time to comment.
Trust me.
May your day be as beautiful as mine.

EQUALITY

2009-09-25T20:36:00.000+03:00

Equality is the soul of freedom.
In front of God, we are all the same, regardless of the way we look.
We come from different places, but we are all on the same boat.

Today

2009-09-23T10:49:00.001+03:00

The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there. ~Monica Baldwin

Morning.
You hear the alarm clock.Still asleep, you turn it off.And return to the comfy, warm bed.And you dream.At least, that's what you think you're doing.And sunflares come into your room, softly touching your body and face.And you feel happy.And it lasts for long enough to put a smile on your face.
A new day.

[illustration~garance dore.fr]

We are not what you think we are...

2009-09-18T20:38:00.000+03:00

Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Take a deep breath.Stop from anything you were doing.Listen.Try to get over the ear splitting noise of the busy town you're living in or the beautiful singing voices of the birds.Listen to you.The real you.Who says when it's time to eat or drink, to sleep or walk.That you knows everything about you.And more.
Though, you'd never listen to yourself.Why?Oh, there would be so many reasons.Some would be, of course, excuses, but our mind easily transforms them into reasons.Unexplicable.Though, take it the other way.Why not?
What would be wrong about not paing attention to what everybody else says and listen to you?Do what you like, not what you're told?And, though you don't really know what to do,you know for sure what you don't want to do.So, leave everything behind.Right now.
Listen to you.And do it carefully.You have the choice.And the right to choose.So, now, what do you hear?

[illustration-garancedore.fr]

Two words that make my life easier and my heart bigger, that show you are loved and have a purpose in life

2009-09-14T17:58:00.000+03:00

I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom. ~Author Unknown

Thank you for listening to me.
Thank you for standing right there, not running away when i'm in the deepest sorrow.
Thank you for the smile you share.And the tears you drive away.
Thank you for listening to me.And telling me everything else.
Thank you for giving me the chance to do better.
Thank you for calling me.
Thank you for arguing with me.Life would be so boring without that.
Thank you for dancing and singing and fooling around.That makes me laugh, because you're not the most talented person on Earth, but you make this for me.Did i say thank you for that?
Thank you for giving me a new song to listen to.Everyday.
Thank you for accepting my moody days.
Thank you for not getting tired of my thoughts.Sometimes they are so philosophical, some time just stupid.But thank you.
Thank you for giving me things to occupy my mind with.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for existing.
Thank you.

Tuesday note: I've just found out that Patrick Swayze passed away."Dirty Dancing" is one of my favourite movies, and i feel like he was too young to die at 57.Hope the cure for his illness will be found in the future.Rest in peace.

[illustration~garancedore.fr]

Don't think.Just act.Because friendship is way more important than your ego

2009-09-10T20:55:00.000+03:00

Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge. ~Isaac Friedmann

You feel it with your heart.It’s not too late.Everything will be just fine.
Just go there, hug that person and say it.Be honest.As loud as you can.Say you’re sorry.Share your true feelings.Don’t be afraid.Because it’s not the right time for this.But, for once in your life, confront your fears and don’t loose that person.It’s a friend, right?And friends are made so you won’t sepparate from them.True ones.
It’s not as easy as it seems.But you can make it.
Friends are made to be there for you, with you.They will always wait in the shadows, ready to hug you one more time, not so ready to say good-bye.That’s not friendship.Good-byes should not exist in a friendship.They should be a reminder of the worst case scenario, just so you can stick around more often.Forever.

[garancedore.fr]

Don't act like you don't know me.Find your words and say it!

2009-09-07T14:54:00.000+03:00

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

I remember the excitment of learning a new word.For me, it was like discovering a new word.Playing with the letters like they were little humans, with a soul and a heart.They were speaking to me, saying out loud their place in the word, like humans have a place in the world.I was becoming a friend of those words, some were so beautiful to me that i would repeat them for days.You would hear me talking by myself, saying the same word over and over again.It was like a game where the most beautiful words for me would be the winners.And day after day, i would discover other words.Other winners.A never ending game.
Some would not find anything special in a word.
"It's just a word.We use them to speak.Nothing more than that."
But i find beauty in those words.Beyond their meanings, there is beauty.In my opinion, every word is a flower.Lucky those who have a garden.And, sometimes, a word that has its letters arranged like there was a war, with nothing nice in the way you pronunce it or write it, has a meaning you could never think of.Others are such a pleasure to pronunce, yet their meaning couldn't have been more insipid.
In the end, i still find every word as a different world.And being able to play with them, that makes me feel so good.No, forget that.Good is not enough.I feel likge a little God.There are so many words waiting to be discovered, used and to have their beauty revealed, that time is not enough.Seriously.
I find this the most amazing thing in the world.We would be anything without words.Some things won't need words to be described, but those are few.For everything else, words are more than necessary.Like air for us.
And if Med students have coffee running through their veins, i have letters running through mines.

[garancedore.fr]

Almost there.Where i can be me.A 16 year-old me.

2009-09-01T21:24:00.000+03:00

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown

There is a first for everything.First September, first step, first word, first smile, first scratch and so on...But then comes the second.And the third.And that thing it's not so special anymore.
I am always afraid of the first.Be it first speech in public or first flight, first love or broken heart.It's a first.And it will forever remain in my memory.As a first something...
Though, some things are first and last on the same time.Like the sun eclipse in '98 or the "You are my best friend" letter.It's much easier to remember this firsts, because there was no second.Yet, some of them remained as firsts because they were not meant to happen.Neither then, neither any other time.Never again.
I believe this is a definition of life.A circle of firsts.The ones that will keep repeating, the ones that won't.All togheter, they represent our life.The one and only life maybe...

We can't control all things in life.These firsts can not be controlled, or there wouldn't be life, right?And a new first is coming closer and closer to me.Friday is not that far away,somwhere a day thrown in time.It's my first 16th birthday.My one and only 16th birthday.A first, and a last.
And it's a first just going through this mixture of feelings.You can tell me "i've been there", but it doesn't help.I must find my own way out.It feels awful, yet amazing.
I am aware that time is passing, i can't stop it.It's time, not a train.I know that i must be thankful for everything i have, appreciate each day and live the moment.But, then, from a black corner of my heart comes that thought.Why can't i have what she has?Why am i feeling lonely?Why don't i have a boyfriend?Why can't i respect deadlines?Why do i have to grow up and make decisions?Why do i have to question myself?Why?...
And then, for a short moment, there's light.There's hope.You're healthy, beautiful and young.Never be like this again.You have your family and friends, teachers and strangers.You have a home, you can eat chocolate and drink coffee.You can do all of this and even more.You are capable.You are you.And that says it all.

When i was a child, i was thought to count.
1
2
3...
It was fun.It was a great feeling.To count everything.
Now, i learned that everything counts.Every year, every day, every moment, every breath...
Nobody taught me that.I had to learn it...
I learned that every first could be a last.

A Moment of Reality

2009-08-30T18:41:00.000+03:00

7+10...

I've recently received 2 blog awards, thanks a lot:)

The amazing and sweet Nicole gave me this award, along with a tag of 7 random facts about me.

1.I'm a chocaholic.
2.I've become addicted to Japanese/Taiwanese/Korean dramas.
3.I'm not the fast-food type of person, though i won't turn down the occasion of going to McDonalds.
4.I wish i was taller[i'm 166 cm].But i can still grow until i'm 18, right?:)
5.Sometimes, i let people influence my decisions.I know it's a bad thing, but i care to much about their opinions.Sometimes.
6.I get really scared when trying new things.Really scared.
7.I travelled by plane for the first time in my life this summer:)

Now, i give this award to the amazing girls from Tangerine umbreallas on an indigo day , to the always-inspiring Vicki, to the lovely Eliza and to the super-talented Sangeun Oh .

Now, the other award, i got it from the sweet Emmy.I also have to share 10 interesting things about myself.

1.I used to play tennis.And volleyball.And dance.And i wish i didn't quit the tennis practices.
2.I've been learning English since i was 6.But, deep inside, i think i learnt it before being born, because my mom used to bean English teacher when pregnant with me.
3.I take lots of photos..But i'm still learning how to take good ones.
4.I have a nine-year old brother.[and it's his name day today...]
5.I like spending time with my grandparents and, usually, old people.Their stories are just so amazing, it's like somebody's reading me a book.
6.I'm working on my French, and planning to actually start again German lessons and even learn an asian language one day.
7.I so want to study abroad.The problem is what should i study?:)
8.I make plans.Lots of them.And lists.But i almost never respect them.
9.I love love love writting, but you know that, right?
10.I am a daydreamer.

I give this award to the next amazing ladies: Sierra, Eve, Anna, Nadine, Claradevi, Sophia, Annie , Morena, Sam and Ariella.
All of these girls are talented, sweet and ready to help.

Can't believe there's only one more day of August...It doesn't feel real.

You don't need a doctor for a broken heart, she's enough...

2009-08-24T14:47:00.000+03:00

Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things. ~Author Unknown

She's right there.By your side.Holding your arms, whispering encouraging words for you and calming you down.Taking care of you when you can't.Helping you follow your path in life.
She's the smiley girl that brightens your day up and the shoulder to cry on, she's the one that listens you for hours, even if you are so drowned in tears or too excited that you can't talk properly.The one that won't mind being woken up at 3 a.m.[not all the time...]
"I am listening.Tell me everything and i'll help you."
That's what she would say.And she wouldn't mind destroing the kitchen in the attempt of cooking.Because it's just an experiment, and experiments take place in a laboratory.That's what the kitchen is to the two of you, a laboratory that looks like a battlefield after you do your "cooking" job.Maybe, one day, you'll be great science women.As long as you're togheter she wouldn't mind.Cleaning up's next.Togheter, of course.
You could tell her a million things and still have a thousand left.So could she.And, if you may ever run out of ideas, you start creating new ones.
For a long talk or a brief conversation, for tears or laughters, for a i-miss-you hug or just the need of a hug, for arguing about which character is better in a book, for watching movies and taking photos,for eating as much ice-cream as you can, while crying watching a way too romantic movie, for riding the bike and falling of it, for trying new colours on your nails and dancing,for singing and waking up the entire neighbourhood, for sharing dreams and accomplish them, for sharing memories and creating new ones.For you.She's right there.

A Moment of Reality

2009-08-23T18:52:00.000+03:00

Note: this post is an escape in the reality from my world.Because i live, mostly, in my world, and escape in the reality.I will probably do this every Sunday from now on...

I can't express in words how greatful i am for having you, my readers, here.You make my day.Thanks a lot for your positive feedback, it means so much to me.I caught a cold recently and that's why i didn't write anything, though i tried my best to keep in touch with all of your lovely blogs.Thanks again, and hope you'll keep reading my blog.I will post as soon as i feel better.Thank you!!!
Oh, before i forget, the drawing in the last post it's not mine.I'm not sure where did i get it from, i think it's garancedore.fr...

Turn the music on.The day has just started...

2009-08-18T19:17:00.000+03:00

Dancing is like dreaming with your feet! ~Constanze

The door is closed behind her.Alone, finally.Just her and her dreams, her body and the music.The easiest way of living.Dancing.
Once she feels the rythm, she can do anything.Why did she ever say flying was her ultimate wish?Because it's not.Thinking again at this, that can't be her wish.Just by dancing, she feels like flying, like lifting above the world.So, what's the point of flying if you can experience it on Earth, with loud music, a hot coffee waiting for you when you're sick of it[though she can't get sick of it], moving your body the way you feel, wearing nothing more than pants and an old t-shirt.She smiles.Nobody's watching, right?Not counting the adorable giraffe, Rumi, she got as a present at her 10th birthday anniversary, or the cutest teddy in the world, Joy, found one day at kindergarden.Just by looking at them, she smiles again and tries to take them with her on her own dancefloor, her room.It sure isn't hard, it's dancing.Not flying.But close to it.Not the same.But better.
Choosing to follow a dream that may never come true, or living the one that may even be better?

Make a wish and share a smile, these things will never change

2009-08-13T10:01:00.000+03:00

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.[Wallace Stevens]

She looked at the clock, waiting for the right time.But there were 4 minutes left.She could've wait, or she could've tried.She left the laptop on the desk, the music in her heart and the world behind.Standing at the window, her eyes were looking upon the sky.
"Little star, why won't you fall?"
Her eyes became brighter and a smile changed her face.Right there, on the infinit sky, right then, in the summer sky, a little star fell, letting the romantic girl, now more than happy, make a wish.
And the wish may come true...

...Footprints in the Sand...

2009-08-03T14:28:00.000+03:00

It was a warm, August morning and I was walking slowly on the beach.The soothing sound of the waves was helping me to put my mind at rest, while the sea-gulls were flying all around me.
Out of the blue,he came towards me.He looked particulary lovely that morning.He held my hands for a couple of minutes.It looked like the world stopped for the two of us…I was getting used to the idea that he felt the same way I did, but his gorgeus black eyes gave him away.
My heart was thumping loudly as he told me the real reason he had come to me.There were tears in my eyes, indicative of the fact that my world was crushing down.He muttered he was sorry and that he had slept on it all night long, but he couldn’t take chances for me.He also said he regreted he had hurt me.I stopped looking at him, I knew his words weren’t tall lies.My mind was far away for a couple of minutes.I couldn’t give him the cold shoulders, and neither could hug him.
A cold breeze played with my soft curls.I was at a loss, even if the solution was obvious.Once in a blue moon I look up to someone and, this time,that special person has disappointed me.He disappointed me.I looked into the clear sky and said, for the first and last time, I loved him…I was overtaken by the mixture of emotions inside of me.At that point, my only solution was running away.So I just did it.I ran on the shore until I fell down among broken shells, with my face covered with tears.
That warm, August morning, which was the longest one I had ever had, was not only the end of summer, but also the end of us.And all that was left of us were footprints in the sand that would be soon erased by the sea, like time would erase the marks in my heart…

These sunny days, the lazy me...

2009-07-28T18:28:00.000+03:00

Today i was extremly lazy.I didn't do anything special.Just watched some movie trailers, and listened music.Lots of music.Here are some of the songs that i absolutelt love, and which have more than amazing videos.The first song kinda describes my last days.And it's with GG scenes, one more reason to love it.And, please, keep on sharing your opinion on my little story.Have a nice day:)

Pearls and Coffee Perfume

2009-07-23T20:42:00.000+03:00

The day wasn’t over. Though the smell of fresh coffee and the light outside made her feel the opposite. Maybe it was the beginning of the night, maybe the morning. It didn’t really matter, she knew she would sleep for at least 10 hours after drinking the coffee. And finishing another book. But there was the problem. The coffee. That coffee.
There was something in that coffee that made Ariella feel like she should do anything in the world but not drink it. The smell of that coffee, it was a combination. A combination of her memories, the past and the future all in that powerful coffee smell. Good, but strange. It was one of those moments when you remember every little thing from your past, and then you imagine the future and all those things that are waiting for you. And you have to choose. Cruel reality.
That smell meant it was the moment. If she drank it, she would have to move on. To start her new adventures and stop worrying about the past. But what to choose?
Moving her eyes from the old table to the window, she saw the raindrops hitting gently the window’s surface. It was sunny, but raining. Perfect, because that meant a rainbow, something she had been loving since she was only 5. She was in her grandparents house with her sister, watching “Alice in Wonderland” for the 10th time, and her grandma called both of them to see the miracle. The rainbow…
Tassus was sitting in his little blue corner of the room, also watching the raindrops. He was not as noisy as usual, probably he felt the tension in the room. He knew his friend had something to think about. And he felt left alone, without a play partner.
Out of the blue, the phone rang. Once, twice…
“Hello?” Ariella’s voice stroke the silence in the room.
“Hey there! Are you ok? You sound kind of worried.”
“I am just fine. I was drinking a coffee.”
She tried to sound ok, but she lied. She kept playing with the pearls in her hair, trying hard to concentrate on the conversation.She got the pearls the pearls when she was just one year old, they were one of the things she would keep untill the end of her life, as a witness of her most beautiful moments.
“I just called to see what are your plans for the weekend? You know, those 2 days that we always wait for in the near future. I thought of going to London for a short trip, and you love London so I also thought you could join me.”
She hated that word. Now more than never, “future” seemed to get into her life and take everything for her. But London seemed more than amazing as a way to spend the weekend.
“Absolutely, I can’t possibly miss that. If there’s one thing I’m sure about in this world is that I love London. And you, of course, my sweet sister.”
“Well, see you at the airport on Friday evening then. Bye and sorry for ruining your coffee brake.”
“Yep, see you there.”
The coffee brake seemed like forever. But she could live forever, couldn’t she?
She went back to the table, picked the shooping list from it’s other side and took her Nanette Lepore coat. The rain may have stopped during her phone conversation, but it was still cold. She also grabbed her camera, just in case she would catch the rainbow, and made her way to the front door. Tassus was just behinde her when she took a 180º turn and went back to the coffee cup. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and gulped the coffee. That was it. She ended all of her worries in one second, and now she could carry on, without forgetting anything, because her will was stronger.
She left the house with a smile on her face, childhood memories and excitment of new discoveries in her mind, coffee perfume and pearls in her hair, heading towards the end of the rainbow...

It's not always what you wanted it to be.But things get better.

2009-07-04T00:09:00.000+03:00

Many things have passed since the last time i was here.First, it's about the tragic deaths that surprised me.Farrah, Michael...gone too early.I think you agree with me.
Then, about this blog.When i created it, i named it "sunset old stories" for a reason.Because i love writting.And i love sharing my compositions with others.From time to time i may post outfit photos or photos of any kind, but i made it to share my thoughts.To see if i could actually go on with writting, even making a career out of it.And it all went to a wrong direction.Don't get me wrong, i'll still share my daily experiences[tough i was a really bad blogger], but everything will spin around my stories.And now i'm working on one of them, i'll publish it on Sunday.It's a thank you gift for the sweet Ariella, who helped me from the very first post.Thank you sweetie, and hope you'll like it when you'll read it.On Sunday.I'll keep my promise this time.
Edit: because of some personal problems, the new post has to wait until Thursday.

Rest In Peace, our one and only Michael Jackson.

2009-06-29T21:55:00.000+03:00

All i can say is...May he find the peace he never had on Earth.

Pieces of my dreams are coming back to my memory...

2009-06-17T15:29:00.000+03:00

Hei there!!!So, here are the photos i promised long time ago.Since my last post i made some changes, like cutting my hair:)Anyway, this photos are from a beach resort in my country.But tomorrow i'm leaving, again, with my family for Antalya, Turkey.8 days of sun, beach and sea.The perfect way to spend my summer(and it's just the beggining).Plus, i'm staying in a room with a friend, and not with my parents!!!Some freedom is waiting for me.I don't have any other outfit posts, for now.I was such a lazy girl.Waking up at 11a.m., eatting everything i wanted, reading and listening to music.That's how i spent the first week of my holiday.But i know most of you have exams, so good luck!!!!

2009-06-11T19:55:00.000+03:00

Another outfit post.Sorry for those potos i've promised, i had something to work at and had no time.This photos are like 2-3 weeks old:)<

2009-06-07T13:21:00.000+03:00

Oficially, summer is here:)I've had an escapade to the seaside with my parents, i left on Tuesday and came back yesterday.Later today i'll post some photos.But right now i've came across an amazing set on Polyvore.It makes me think of my childhood, remember nice things and just cry.Honestly, time's flying way too fast.And in September i'll be 16, but i feel like it was yesterday when i was 5.When i was a little girl that was wearing Mom's clothes, that was playing in the front of the block with neighbours and it just makes me sad.Because of the lost times.Anyway, in my way to cheering up i'm watching over and over again the "New Moon" trailer, i just can't wait fot the movie:)Do you have any specific memory from your childhood?

Sweet children.. by juliette one (busy) featuring Monsoon accessories

Summer.

2009-06-01T10:20:00.000+03:00

Here are some of my outfits from last week:)

Happy B-day to each and every kid in this world.In the end, we are all children:)

2009-05-21T21:05:00.000+03:00

Dear Blog,
I'm terribly sorry that i have neglected you lately...

Honestly, i could find myself in the position of making this my "online diary".For the moment, i'll stick to sharing my opinions and not complaining about every little thing that has happened to me since my last post.God, it's a long time, right?School.This is the reason.But, don't worry, holiday's around the corner and i can't wait to be able to stick around here more often.Another bad news: i haven't taken photos of my outfts recently...i know i should have, 'cause, God, what an inspirationa i had:)),but i just was to absorbed by school.Again.It has it own good parts too.
For example, i have to do a project called "Holiday in the U.S.A.", so if anybody knows a lot about California or lives there, please, please, will you send me an email, telling me what beautiful things are there to visit?It's not that i don't have the Internet for this, but i prefer taking my information from you, readers, californians:).The same thing about Hawaii.Thanks a lot.
Expect an amount of pictures this weekend.Maybe at the end of the weekend:))At least i have two parties i'll go on in the next couple of weeks, some walks and gossip planned with the girls, and lots, but lots, of photos!!!in one word: FUN!!!If i'm lucky enough, my art teacher will take the photos i've sent her and use them in the exposition she's doing, themed "Childhood".
Wish me luck.

Love,
Ruxandra

P.S.: A big Happy Birthday to Elenas and Constantins.La multi ani!

Photos...

2009-05-10T16:58:00.000+03:00

2009-04-30T11:11:00.000+03:00

I absolutly fell in love with this cover:)It's probably from a 90s issue, but i don't care:)So, my life is again pretty busy, exams are knocking at my door.Anyway, i will start posting my outfits pictures too.Here's one...[pretty old though...March:)]

H.E.L.P.

2009-04-25T15:03:00.000+03:00

I know it sounds really stupid but i just can't post pictures from the web.Somehow it doesn't accept the URL.Someone help me?Please

I'm Not Dead...Just Floating...I'm Not Scared...Just Changing...

2009-04-17T22:16:00.000+03:00

I know i've been such a bad blogger lately...Honestly, i wish i had the time to share with you pieces of my life, but sometimes i just wanna lay in my bed and forget about everything.That's how crowded my life becomes...As a result, it's the end of the spring break and i still have a million things to do.But, that's life, right?Anyway, the great part is that last Saturday i went on a trip with a part of my classmates.AMAZING.We just wandered throught the forest to find an old tunnel which has never been used.Also visited a few churches.I'll let the pictures talk for me...
Here we are all the girls from my class who were on this trip:)

The famous tunnel that made us walk 7 km until finding it...

Cristina, looking as gorgeus as usual:)

40 metres above the ground:D

Luckily Spring Break's Coming...

2009-04-06T09:26:00.000+03:00

So sorry i haven't posted anyhing lately but i have too much to do for school.I'll be back this week:)Sorry again.

Slumdog Millionaire?Yes, please!!!

2009-03-24T11:23:00.000+02:00

I've absolutely fallen in LOVE with this song and the video.I love their outfits and the dances.And when i heard this song is from "Slumdog Millionaire" i said to myself i must see that movie asap.Have you seen the movie?

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Crayon

2009-03-23T21:25:00.000+02:00

J'aime ton visage
Et tes yeux de lac pur
Ou se reflètent
L'arbre et l'azur.

J'aime ton sourire
Comme la pierre du tréfonds
Ou nagent des poissons blancs
Et longs, a l'oeil rond.

Ta tête je l'aime,tu sais,
Rivage plein de roseaux
Ou dorment les araignées
Sur les duvets des cieux.

Ton être tout entier
De chagrin et de joie
Pourquoi devrais je l'aimer?
Il ne le faudrait pas...

Picture by me and poem by Tudor Arghezi[romanian poem translated in French]

Gossips&Laughs&Tea&Books&Friends:can you ask for more?

2009-03-04T10:31:00.000+02:00

Sorry for not blogging lately...highschool is not as easy as it sounds:).Well, right now i'm in a strange attitude: i love the sun and everything that has to do with spring, summer...but i just want snow.More and more snow.It's strange, right?When everybody is happy that winter ended i kinda miss it.However...Last Saturday i spent some good time with some friends at a Tea Shop[whisch had a book shop at the first floor].The most adorable place in this city[after the forest near my house, of course].I thopught i should share some photos.Unfortunately, none of us had her camera with her so we used Elvira's mobile camera[thanks a thousand times dear].These are not the best quality[sorry], but the time we've spent definetly was.

From left to right: Elvira, me and Adelina.

Left to right:Elvira,Cristina,me and Adelina.

Open your window and smile to the sky:)

2009-03-04T10:03:00.001+02:00

A new beggining.How is it like when you fight for everything?when you fight for survival?You feel like you're not in the right place.That everybody is giving you the cold shoulders.That it was better in the place you came from.That...

...that times is not slowing at all, it is actually passing faster.And your life is passing by you.You don't like the new world,neither go back to the old one.

The sun is shining.You should smile.Something in this world is trying to make you feel better here.It's Spring now.I know you'll miss Winter, but this is life.times goes by.You are still left with the memories.

And now it's time to begin this new "thing".don't be pesimistic...everything will be ok.Just try this:a flower.A simple flower in your room.Won't this make you feel better?And embrace the new beggining?

So leave the fears behind and enjoy this!!!

Sweet Memories...[Part 2]

2009-03-01T14:11:00.000+02:00

At Least I Can Dream, Can't I?

2009-02-18T09:24:00.000+02:00

Wish i had my own "office"...
With this kind of view from the window...
And a bedroom like this...
Until then, i should be happy with this next to my house...

First pictures are from weheartit.com the others are mine[i took them in September i think...]

Please Tell Me I Can Sleep a Little Bit Longer!!!

2009-02-18T09:17:00.000+02:00

It's like 9:17 a.m. and i'm trying to stay awake.I'm supossed to do my homework now but...However, i'm just so happy that last night snowed, so my garden is covered in white.Love it!!!I'll post some pictures this evening:)

Scared of Lonely...

2009-02-15T20:53:00.000+02:00

Ahhh...I feel so not at my place this time of the year.I can't blame the others for having someone to love, it's just that i am not in love.Like really in love.And i feel so stupid teeling you about this, standing in the front of my computer and writing this post.Of course, watching "Enchanted" isn't helping too much.But, as usual, i have to focus my atention on something else.So i'm just searching the web for inspirational pics that, hopefully, won't have to much to do with love.Hope you've all had a nice week-end:)

pictures from weheartit.com

Sweet Memories...[Part 1]

2009-02-15T15:41:00.000+02:00

As i've promised you, here are some pictures from my winter holiday.These are from the ski camp i went to for 6 days, starting with the second day of Christmas.

Footprints in the snow:):):)It was so funny, me and Sanziana running around just to get some good pics with the light of the sun in the snow.

On the top of the world!!![Yes, the shadows are mine and Sanziana's]

I love the place we were staying at:it felt like Santa's house, don't you think?

This piece of chocolate was so so so delicious,maybe because it was written on it "joy".

Teia,Adelina,Sanziana,Mircea's friend[sorry i can't remember his name:(] and Mircea,wandering around Sibiu on our way to camp.The happy, lodly but irreplaceable friends i'd spent a great time.

Nothing special about this one, it was taken from the bus.

The Beggining of Something New...

2009-02-12T12:33:00.000+02:00

Hello!I'm Ruxandra...I'm new here[not that it would be so hard to guess that].I'm a 15 year old high-school student:)I enjoy watching movies, listening music and reading wonderfull blogs:)I really love reading books:there's something magical about them.I LOVE taking pictures:my aunt said i should have gone to the high-school where i could have done photgrapy.Instead, i choosed a more complicated high-school profile.I love fashion but i'm still trying to find my own style;probably i'll post some of my not-so-great outfits:)Today it has been snowing for a couple of hours, which is gtreat!I love snow and we haven't have enough this winter in my town.Luckily i went in the mountains twice so i took some great pics and enjoyed winter holiday:)That's all for the moment, i'll post some of the pictures from the mountains later:)I have a little brother so desperatley to play games on the computer right now..

Daydreamer...

Te joci cu mine?

Povestea asta n-are sfârşit. Poate nici început. Iar noi, oamenii, actori pe scena vieţii, suntem doar jucăriile timpului şi nu avem parte de roluri semnificative. Nu toţi. Dar cu toţii suntem personaje în povestea asta fără sfârşit.

Concluzia? Da, eu am o concluzie. Indiferent de jocul în care suntem prinşi, de personajele pe care le jucăm în această poveste, trebuie să fim mândri, fericiţi, optimişti chiar, că suntem un personaj. Indiferent ce fel de personaj şi pentru cât timp.

Sunny

Words are not enough

You see, I don’t really believe in the so-called “it’s Tuesday, 13 or Friday, 13 so it’s bad luck”.

But it was Tuesday.And 13.

13.12.2011

Milestone

The Little Things

“People shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s enough to try your best in all that you’re doing now.”

- Aya, “1 Litre of Tears” (Japanese drama)

My project of goals

Personal Thoughts on Korean Beauty Standards

Having spent so much time lately trying to learn more about Asian lifestyles, traditions and history, in particular about South Korea’s modern society, I find this video intriguing, unexpected but at the same time it seems as if I have already known everything that it contains.

Anyways, I truly support those behind this documentary.I really hope they will succeed in putting across the message.

What are your opinions on this video?

Weekend in photos – The moments I am thankful for

Saturday morning.9am.

Spring sunny mornings seem to finally visit my lovely home.And what a would make the morning even better?Cooking.Something easy, yet delicious.And, hopefully, healthy.

And the feeling of excitement when you see the final result.And the feeling keeps growing when you eat it…

And so the morning just goes by…and here comes the afternoon filled with reading for a writing a new article for Telluric Season magazine.Apparently, when I get the working bug I end up spending half of my night awake.Working on what I have to do…

And so comes Sunday noon, with me and my family ready for a short trip to my grandparents in the countryside.The youngest member of the family surely enjoys the drive…

And here’s for the amazing sceneries and nature coming back to life,for seeing your family having a good time, for playing hide and seek with the cat and enjoying the game of light and shadows, for imagining clouds are tiny elephants or giant marshmallows.

And for coming back home, where yummy food always welcomes me and fresh tulips my darling mother gave me earlier in the day rest peacefully in my little sanctuary.

Sunday evening.9pm.

Day by Day

"Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment."

Ellis Peters

For Japan with love

I know there are many organizations where you can donate, but I found this one that is created by two bloggers: http://www.forjapanwithlove.com/. And that suggests that we, bloggers from all over the world, should have a day of silence.

March 18th.

Maybe you are not one of those who pray for Japan. Or who donated. Or who had a moment of silence for all the lost souls and some hope for those yet not found. Or who had lost someone during these last days. But you are human and you could have been one of them.

This is the least we can do.

March 18th.

For Japan. With love,

Ruxandra

The story of a charming girl

this is the story of a charming girl

she laughs out loud, sings off key and believes in taking chances

she is quick and curious and playful and strong

she lets her imagination run away with her

she has never been one to stick to convention

she is fond of daydreams that take her places

she can order a cocktail in six different languages

she feels that understated is overrated

A film by Kinga Burza for Kate Spade New York

Style Diary: Almost midnight

But midnight is just before the dawn.Another day will come, another smile will hide the restless heart of hers.Good night, dear.Morning’s waiting for you.

Winter epilogue

It’s useless to ask for such things.We all change.We are meant to change.Life happens.People adapt.Friends…are always on the other side of the wire, waiting for the changes to be over or to help.

Twilight Over Hearts’ Orchid

They say that it’s better to learn from others’ mistakes.To have no regrets.To enjoy each and every moment of life as it was your last one.

But they don’t know what’s inside of your soul.A smile can hide an unimaginable pain and sorrow.

So be your friend and loving yourself will come naturally.Small steps lead to great achievements.

Hello 2011.Goodbye 2010.

Illustration: Nicolas Gouny

All she wants for Christmas is…flirty bracelets for after hours

Indonesia Needs Your Help

I think no one is a stranger anymore to what Indonesia is going through at this point.

And I also share Clara’s opinion, that “A little voice of us could make a big difference on the refugees' life!“.So I hope that, as a human being you do care for those people that now have nothing and you would at least help to spread the word of Clara’s action to help those in need.

Along with her friends, she is holding a charity to raise money.So please take a few moments from your busy day to at least pass the message to others that might help, if not to donate yourself.

You can find more here: http://sunflaresplethora.blogspot.com/p/donate-your-love.html

I keep coming back to the beginning…

Hello today

Probably this is my now

Let me be honest…

Here We Go Again…

View Full Album My soul revolves around summer days filled with magical air and careless whispers.Little stars shining in the dark sky guide my way through silence; sun beams warm my heart each passing day.From above, it seems like God couldn’t have given me more.Yet, I ask for more.

A whirlwind of dreams echoes throughout my body, forcing my mind to fight.A battle of creation out of pure curiosity and passion.A restless heart measures the rhythm of my wishes.Endless wishes.

Being human might be my weakness.Still, I consider it my greatest quality in nowadays world.If being human means hoping, then there’s nothing wrong in wishing upon stars and hoping for dreams to come true…

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Endless Nights

I feel the silence slowly running through my veins.I hear your breath;slowly moving, afraid of causing more pain.In the light of the new moon your eyes seem lost.With each passing minute their light transforms into wilderness, the interdiction seems as real as never.

Deep breaths measure the silence.Mines.Yours.It is like a never ending cycle.And there, for a second, it seems as if you feel it.Love.Never heard of it, never seen it, how could you possibly feel it?

And then, it might as well be just another trick of yours, tyrant of feelings.

The truth unveils the hidden treasures of your heart

Pretty woman in the depth of the night; you say hello, he waves goodbye.It’s like the fairytale life you have always dreamed of.It lays still in front of you, untouched by the cruel feelings once running through your veins.

You mean to scream the truth out loud but only stars will listen to you.High in the sky, they must be your only company in the cold night.Always there, they can not hurt you.You wish upon them.You hope.

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My soul revolves around summer days filled with magical air and careless whispers.Little stars shining in the dark sky guide my way through silence; sun beams warm my heart each passing day.From above, it seems like God couldn’t have given me more.Yet, I ask for more.