Archive for July, 2007
Despre ce n-am scris. (UPDATE)
——————————————————————–- B’Estival 2007 si voluntariatul facut acolo, prilej cu care am dat nas in nas cu Gheorghe. Am scos un impresionant 78% la Screaming Car si aproape am dat-o peste cap, incat A.Ghe. n-a mai apucat sa tzipe. :D
- Duminica petrecuta la… Sambata de Sus (BV) - courtesy of Diana², la Brancoveanu (manastire de protocol a Patriarhiei). Ea mai are o saptamana de peace & quiet, eu m-am multumit cu privelistea lacului cu pastravi si drumul dus-intors pe Valea Prahovei up to Brasov and beyond.
- Above The Influence, o geniala campanie US de social-awareness, youth-directed si nu numai, despre droguri, alcoolism si peer-pressure. Imi plac conceptul, designul si abordarea vizuala intr-atat, incat mi-am impodobit sacrul spatiu virtual cu 2 bannere. Sa fie.
- …and all the other small things which have made my dayz great lately (for which I highly praise The Man Above. Amen!) :)
Cealalta Diana.
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*Ea e!
In a few words:
Motivatie si chef de lucru in exces,
de-ajuns incat sa-mparta si la altii.
(De-aici ma umplu eu!)
Ne “acidulam” pe mess sau pe blog,
dar mi-a facut cel mai cool cadou de HB:
un tort handmade.***
A zis sa scriu despre ea:
“desteapta, frumoasa si devreme acasa“.
Am scris. Acum avem o oda.
Dedicated to the one & only DIANA PARIS. :)
I’m gonna get myself one o’these!
Weapon of Choice
—————————————————-*photo courtesy of incepem
Woman like to pity themselves publicly or deprive themselves of friends, pulling down the curtains on a sunny day and quarantining on ice-cream, chocolate and cry-me-a-river soap-operas until their neighbors call 112, alerted by the dubious odors emerging from the “prison-cell” (a.k.a. apartment).
Thousands of girls like you and me (excuse me, guys!) wearing tanks, shorts & flip-flops or (worse!) jimmy-legs, accessorized with messed-up-straight-from-bed hair and armed with jars of goodies (chocolate, jam, peanut butter, fruit-jello, u name it…) and spoons, instead of heading out for battle in the outside world, stay in-house for days, in a world of their own, un-trained to facing the monsters of depression, stress, anorexia / bulimia, lost BFs etc, etc, etc.
Are these the independent women of tomorrow or just a horde of emotionally unstable chicks? Could it be that men are right sometimes, that women are still an unknown species they cannot commit to?
Fearsome.
and it’s our fears that keep us ‘way from Life.
It’s cause of fear that we abuse each other
and by all means our fears dictate our time.
Versurile de mai sus noteaza - poate cu stangacie - felul in care FRICA ne influenteaza viata. Sunt fricile noastre de zi cu zi, cele care ne fura bucuria de-a trai. Aceleasi frici datorita carora nu-l lasam liber pe cel de langa noi. Cele care ne cronometreaza timpul si ne umplu mintea de scenarii inaintea unei provocari sau a unui examen, a unui job-interview sau a publicarii unui articol. Frica de noi insine intra si ea in acelasi club.
Sunt scrise - mai mult, izbucnite - din dorinta de a spune pe nume unei stari: PANICA. Cine se identifica, sa-mi dea un semn. We’re only human, after all. ;)
