Is this it?

Life is a continual flux. Change. Transformation. A recipe that constantly recreates itself with new components. New atoms, new molecules, new chemicals, new cells, new hair, new clothes, new songs, new places, new people. The only constant is the pattern. And to be part of the mechanism means to accept the rules of the game of transformations. To accept that some things have to be left behind. Why is it that such an integral part of nature is so difficult for us puny humans? Sure, we don't care if we lose an atom or two along the way. We never knew them on a personal level anyway. But when it comes to people and places, the story is entirely different. Saying goodbye never feels quite right. Some don't say it at all. Sometimes, it is simply implied in the structure of the relationship. People grow apart. Letters become brief. Words grow cold. It is the simple natural progression of two lives moving in opposite directions. And as we gain years, we accumulate more and more of these letters written in a hurry before getting back to our everyday life. Letters that feel like a pause in time. And we feel guilty. For not taking the time. For not writing more often. For not putting in more effort to keep this alive. It becomes a chain that we carry around our heart. As we gain years, the chain becomes longer as we leave more and more people behind. Is this what life is about? A growing progression of relationships plugged in to machinery that keeps them artificially alive? Guilt and regrets that weigh heavier by the years? Or maybe I'm holding on when I should just let go?

Boo!

I'm baaack! Didn't take long now, did it? Hahaha, however I'm not writing this post to talk about my absence or what it has brought me, and even less to explain my future plans. That shall come soon. This post is here to celebrate (a bit late) the wonderful holiday of Halloween. And while I'm at it, I'd like to present to you Jack and Flashy (ignore the cat...that's just plastic), my fabulous creations (with a touch of humility I must admit I had help...).


I have to say I've never been much of a Halloween fan (might have something to do with my culture) but this year I decided I was going to have fun. So I carved pumpkins (and dragged some poor souls into my folly), went to an improvised Halloween party (which consisted mostly of dancing on Shakira songs....man my abs were hurting at the end of the night!) and cooked (partly ruined) Halloween deserts (only on this occasion can you end up turning whipped cream into butter....not kidding at all!). The only thing I didn't do was get dressed. Oh well, there's always next year :D.

The only sad thing that I find is that with every passing year, there are less and less people going trick or treating (though I have to admit that when there's snow outside, you rarely feel like dressing up and going to freeze your ass off while you go knocking on people's doors), not to mention the diminishing number of decorated houses (you can barely find one on every block). However, there'll always be some things that never change like the following house which I never fail to visit every year. These people must spend thousands of dollars on Halloween decorations every year.


And with the passing of this event, we are brought into the month of November. This month is very special for me, because in exactly 20 days, I will turn 20 years old. I shall no longer be in my teens. And even thought this is an occasion for me to roll into a little ball and cry over the injustice of the aging process, I still think that this is a good opportunity to take a look at my life and put it in perspective. Because when all is said and done, I wish I could be a better person. I wish I could help others more. I wish I could be less selfish. I wish I could spend more time with those that I love. I wish I could be more efficient. I wish I could free the words and the shapes, the contours and the colors that are locked somewhere deep down inside me. I wish I could be a better student, a better employee, a better friend, a better daughter, a better lover. I wish I could tell everyone how much they mean to me. That's why I decided to dedicate this month (or in any case the next 20 days) to the people who count for me. So I'm taking the risk of sounding like a teenager leaving a message in someone's graduation album (but in a sense isn't that what turning 20 is like? Graduating your teenage years and moving on to young adulthood). This goes to all those who have been enduring my character in the good times as well as in the bad ones. This goes to those who have shared my laughter as well as my tears for the past couple of years. This goes to my family and my friends, to all my loved ones.

Quote of the month

Wow for once I'm actually on time!

Initially I wanted to post something from Nietzsche (ironically, the quote ended up there anyway purely by accident). But then I felt the need to share a bit from a person who is very dear to me and who has shared her existence with me for the past 3 years, with who I've been through the happy, crazy moments as well as the suffering of exams and the frustration of being a student. This goes to Thea! Iubire o sa-mi fie dor de tine si de umorul tau. These are a few quotes from her Facebook page and also some of her own words that I got first hand.



He who has a WHY can deal with any HOW.

Nietzsche

When you need a helping hand, look at the end of your arm!

Pour la carotte, le lapin est la parfaite incarnation du Mal.

Robert Sheckley

Intellectuals today are "like blind men discoursing of colours".

Il faut allier le pessimisme de l'intelligence à l'optimisme de la volonté.

Romain Rolland

Every time someone predicts the date of the end of the world, God pushes the date back a little just to be funny.

‎Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

Helen Keller

Crazy people are the most happy and funny ones.

Stress, as everybody knows, is the ratio between the force and the cross-sectional area.

Lots of green physics and chem problems sitting on a wall, lots of green problems sitting on a wall; and if one green problem should accidently be solved...

In some situations, it's stupid to hope, but if it makes you happy... why not?

Un rêve transformé en réalité, c'est un autre rêve.

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Day by day, what you do is who you become.

Daca, dupa multi ani, te decizi si arunci ceva ce nu ai folosit demult... Nu vor trece nici trei zile si vei avea absoluta si urgenta nevoie exact de acel obiect! (Legea samibagpiciorul)

Mereu sunt doua filme bune pe doua programe diferite la televizor... dar mereu la aceasi ora. (Legea isibatjocdenoi)

Orice corp omenesc scufundat intr-o vana facand o baie relaxanta cu spuma face sa sune telefonul! (Legea cinedracusunaloraasta)

Hi my name is Bond... Covalent Bond!

Why do bears dissolve in water? Because they're polar.

Ce fac 5 Olteni intr-o barca sparta?
- Mai fac o gaura sa iasa apa.

Cum se numeste penitenciarul de maxima securitate din Craiova?
- AlcaPraz...

Un ungur, un francez, un american si un roman mergeau cu vaporul. La un moment dat vaporul se scufunda si unul dintre ei spune:
-Ba io m-arunc, zice americanu....LONG LIVE AMERICA!! Si sare....
Sare si francezul....VIVE LA FRANCE!! Si se arunca..
Sare si romanul....TRAIASCA ROMANIA!! Si il impinge pe ungur in apa....

Banc cu terorist:

Salutam cu rezbect, jefu.
Aderizat laRomania cu bomba la valiza ascuns, dragutz fara broblem control la aerobort. Pastrat dolar american blestemat, bentru construit aigea bomba, dat jumadate la taxi, jumate furat tigan din buzunar.
Indalnit frate Ahmed, batron magazin, ajudat la mine. Discutat cu el la cafenea plan bomba, consumat egler broaspat, intoxicat cu zalmonel, noi ajuns la sbital, doctor roman durut la cur.
Jefu, gu bomba praf antrax nu putut facut la Romania , deci ingercat plan bomba cu bum-bum...!
Mutat apartament frate Ahmed, adus mult frumos aminde de tara mia, fara apa la robinet. Urmarit emiziune explozia camion.
Urmarit emiziune explozia camion azotat, facut frica la mine. Astia romani are tupeu nu gluma! Trebuie recrutati, jefu! Bomba cu azotat mare efect aveam...
Inderesat pilotat avion bentru lovit gladire la roman. Vazut delevizor, aparat zbor MIG brabusit singur in ogor la taran, plus roman stricat singur gladire, adormit beat, tigara abrinsa, murit soacra, facut chef mare la ei...
Draga Jefu, gineva furat la mine gas pastrat bentru bus la bomba, iar azeara, gind iesit cumbarat baclava, exblodat budelie la barter.Aicia la Romania , mult cretin! Zbierat, zguibat la sin, cacat be mine de frica!
Jefu, ma indorg acasa! Asta romani nu are nevoie de terorism, face singur treaba noastra.

Bula in armata.
- Bula, ce este patria?
- Nu stiu.
- Esti prost. Vasile ce este patria?
- Patria este mama mea.
- Corect. Bula ce este patria?
- Patria este mama lui Vasile.
- Idiotule, patria este si mama ta, ai inteles?
- Inteles.
- Ce ai inteles?
- Ca sunt frate cu Vasile.


Pure Thea:

In teorie, intr-o bucatarie ar trebui sa ai o singura bucatareasa si cativa sclavi.

O sa murim!

Miroase a menta.

5 piases ma fille!

Balita, Balita, Balita!

CE??!!!

O sa reflechisez asupra acestui fapt.

Hai sa-ti povestesc planul meu de tonerre.

Pregatiti-va sa fiti umiliti!

Merdouille...

Ra ra, ra ra ra

O baba batrana cu braul de lana

Plato in Sex and the City

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

When Harry Met Sally

Philosophical question that has been plaguing me for some time: is there such a thing as a platonic relationship between a man and a woman? My initial and immediate answer was, yeah of course, what a question! But I'm starting to wonder now. I have to admit that most of the time I tend to be quite innocent and not see the motives behind people's actions. So far, I can say I have 2 cases proving the phenomenon and around 6 cases disproving it. So does that mean that in those 2 cases I just didn't look far enough to see what was actually there? Is it just my wishful thinking? Are those guys just better able to hide their feelings? Maybe it's a mix of both. But life doesn't always have to boil down to sex. Why is it that you should always want more? I mean isn't the difference between friendship and a relationship just sexual attraction? Ok maybe that's a somewhat simplistic way to put it since when you date someone, you should preferably choose someone that you could stand seeing everyday (if seeing the person two or three days in a row makes you want to run away and hide, then there's a problem...at least that's the milestone I set for myself). But sex still plays a big part in this. And I simply cannot bring myself to believe that every man on this planet could potentially be attracted to every woman on the planet in such a way to avoid a friendship. And the whole "a man would sleep even with a woman that he finds unattractive", I don't really buy it. Unless you're desperate, you still have some filters.

So then what is the problem? Why is it that women can be just friends with men, but that doesn't work the other way around (except in my two exceptions to the rule and thank god for them...and actually you can say that they apply to the rule or not depending on how you look at it, but anyway). I've heard the you're-so-amazing-that-I-don't-want-to-be-just-your-friend tag line and, seriously, that really doesn't cut it. If my personality is so amazing (pfff yeah right!) then let's hang out more often, but that's not an excuse for not wanting my friendship. Blah, in the end, I think I'd rather just keep my innocent outlook of life and that way I'll have an excuse to ignore this inconsistency in perceptions.