The Turmoil

Is there. And I can admit it only to myself.

Piccadilly Circus

I despise the Romanian underground. Overcrowded and under designed, trying to make your way through the masses heading to and back from work every day is like herding half – dead walruses.

Love Centruistoric

Images to follow.

In Cinemas

Not the funniest film, but one that has its moments. On wanna be stand – up comedians and their road to affirmation; on how terminal diseases change one’s perspective on life;  on choosing between the husband and the love of your life; on the befriend the girl – fuck the girl dilemma (?!).

 

And while waiting for the film to begin, I got a preview of next year’s premiere – del Toro’s The Wolfman. I think I will stick to the Twilight saga.

How I Know I’m in Trouble

(Sort of). Taking the subway on the way home tonight, Supergirl seemed to make sense again.

All or Nothing.

Double or Nothing, as I imagined myself saying to him. It’s more aesthetical to know a bit of everything than all out of something, as the written paper test sounded like in the ninth grade. What about knowing all out of everything? Sadly categorised at the crossroads of “MySelf” and “Never Gonna Happen”.

Question to Costin

A guy I met somewhere in my first years at the university told some other girl at one point that he didn’t always socialise, as he preferred his own company. So I would like to ask him nowadays, when I am still preferring my own company, if he’s found a way of mixing both.

Philosophy

Sometimes I think there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I just can’t take it. If it’s familiar, it’s from American Beauty. Even so, after clicking on a random PowerPoint file in my Inbox, with images of the world still not touched by “civilisation”, I think man would have managed to keep himself busy just by trying to take in all the marvels around him.

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 Sunday afternoon, I am leaving the house in a rush to go meet my friend who’s back from the US, her family, friends and congregation. Walking up town, black coat, black dress and my new favourite pair of boots, my new iPod (thank you!) is shuffling tunes in my right pocket. Supergirl by Reamonn comes on. I keep walking up the street, the street was clear, the song empowering, but unfortunately sounded like a cliché. So I switched to La Traviata.

How I Pissed Someone Off Today

 

While trying to agree on a schedule for the Friday, I came face to face with the very essence of man behaviour:

 

I go: “We can have beer after dinner”.

Think again!: “You cannot tell someone when or when not to drink beer!”