iica's BLOG

... it is so overated.

Every person has his idea about beauty, about the way the perfect one should look. When it comes to guis it's a little easier - the girl must have either long legs, a specific colour of hair - preferably blond, or big "brains" ... but when it comes to girls...this are a little more difficult.

Any way, i noticed that beautiful people - girls especialy - have different advantages (but i cannot give examples now - to tired to think).

When beauty is accompanied with a sencer smile it has the power to change the world. I love the city i live in because u can walk on the streets and lock at people and occasionaly find a smile - in a child who plays and laughs, on a pearson that just received a good news.

If i find a pearson that smiles - i tend to forget my worries.

Nowadays... i need to find a smile - my job is killing me, i can't get enough sleep - but i'm sure that in the end "it doesn't even matter"...just kidding......

Ieri am implinit doi ani si 11 luni. Pe 1 ianuarie vom face trei ani... si nu pot sa cred cat de repede a trecut timpul.

Nu pot spune ca am scapat de nesiguranta, dar pot spune ca m-am mai linistit. Recent mi-a oferit un inel...de logodna. A fost o surpriza atat de placuta, o surpriza care m-a facut intr-adevar sa jubilez.

Imi doream sa simt din partea lui aceasta hotarare si dupa un an greu...totul pare a se fi rezolvat.

don't eat that...it is unhealty; don't drink that... it is filled with chemicals

Our entire life is surrounded with dos and don'ts and we have to decide every second what is good for us, what could become our rutine and what should be left out. I believe that the same happends with fact, events and memorie.

We have the possibility to choose what will efect our life. This builds our personality and the capacity to adjust to the environment sorrounding us and to the people that interract with us.

Recently i've read that we have the cappacity to live only with drinking water and eating from time to time a slice of bread... that could happen only if we wouldn't move, and be still most of the time.

Who would like to live like that??

Recently i've finished readin "The collector" by John Fowles, because it was suppose to be better than "The magus" written by the same author.

The Collector is the story of the abduction and imprisonment of Miranda Grey by Frederick Clegg, told first from his point of view, and then from hers by means of a diary she has kept, with a return in the last few pages to Clegg's narration of her illness and death. I enjoyed reading this book, but it is no comparisson to "Magus", in wich Nicholas Urfe, an English teacher bored with his life, decides to take a position as the at the Lord Bryon School in Greece, on the island of Phraxos.

The images presented in "Magus", the action and the entire plot can induce an entire state of mind.

I enjoy reading everything i get my hands on, but i must admit that  "The magus" and "Lorelei" by Ionel Teodoreanu are the only books i've read the second and the third time. ......

i love to watch c.s.i. all of the series miami, las vegas, new york... i also like to watch the o.c. and i was looking at one episode the other days, from the third season, and found an interesting song; now i have a problem: i don't know who plays it nor what it is the name of the song.

it is played at the end of the 18th episode and some of its word go like this:

your hands on me

your tongue in my mouth

trying to keep the words from comming out

Ma intreb, ma gandesc... as vrea sa ajung la o concluzie, dar nu pot. As vrea sa stiu ce vreau, as vrea sa ma ajute sa ma decid...sa fie mai sigur pe el, sa ma faca sa fiu sigura pe noi. Poate trebuie sa mai astept putin, sa scapam de micile probleme care ne streseaza acum, dar uneori am impresia ca astept de prea mult timp. Comunicam, vorbim, ne certam...ajungem la un consens, dupa care revenim la obisnuintele noastre. Pe mine ma linisteste sa scriu, pe el il sperie cand sciru...pe de o parte are si de ce. Cand ii trimit cate un mesaj sunt de cele mai multe ori suparata pe el si sunt rautacioasa, vreau sa il fac sa sufere, iar daca scriu un mail... spun prea multe, ramasite, frimituri, amintiri ce se agata in mintea mea.