In Two Boats

From the series: “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” What came first – the letter or the number?

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”.

Birds of a Feather

So I have changed the appearance of my blog. After a year or so. Looking at the name Ana and I chose for it some time ago, when we tried sharing it (?!), I guess I should swap it to “delicata, feminina & absolutely complicated”. Daca mi-as face un print pe vodka Absolut, oare cum ar arata?

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.

To Write or not to Write, That is the Question

So a more serious post since the end of May, when after leaving France, my inspiration seemed to have left me as well. Four or five months after coming back home, graduating (what a pain that was!), settling back in. France seems to have been another epoch ago. Those days in the cafeteria when I used to use my inspiration to post here are ages ago, too.

It’s hard to even remember what I was posting about. My first impressions, cultural differences, the English vs the French, travelling to the UK, the GMAT, Stephen Clark and his book, the swimming pool. This blog made sense, it was my communication tool with the world and with myself. Now I guess it’s time for a rebranding. For another or other reasons to use it and keep using it. Or simply for ending this entire experience.

She is very brainy…

But tonight she said … she needed a hole.

Consternation of the Day

To S. tonight, after opening the fridge door: “Why are there plums in our fridge?”

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!”