Mein bitterer November November 5, 2009

November war immer ein Monat der Freude…..November war immer ein Monat meiner Freude. Es konnte regnen, schneien, sonnig sein…keine Ahnung..November war mein Monat.

Ich sitze jetzt in einem Buro, schau draussen aufs Fenster und es regnet. Regen war niemals ein guter Freund von mir….

Ich versuche mein Leben weiter zu leben so als ob November mein Monat ware, aber ich schaffe es nicht. Ich verstehe nicht wieso und deshalb weiss ich nicht weiter. Einfach der Gedanke an Freude ist nicht mehr bei mir…ich bin mir sicher irgendwie und irgendwann wird November wieder suss werden, aber mittlerweile fuhlt er sich sehr bitter an…..

The reverse … October 2, 2009

Someone once told me that good thoughts chase away the bad feelings…let’s see

Do your lips up sticky, sparkly & sweet. Then blow kisses. Say thank you. Allow other people to inspire you. Share your bliss. Smile — even if you’re shy, even if you have bad teeth, even if it scares you. Hold someone’s hand. Be honest. Volunteer your time. Love yourself. Do your best. Learn how to balance having respect for other people’s decisions & being true to yourself. Tell people how much you like them. Send unexpected gifts. Talk to strangers. Do favours. Let go. Be generous. Eat whatever you want without guilt. Don’t think about other people’s definitions of success, beauty or happiness. Make your own rules. Write your own guidebook. Count your blessings. Never stop trying to improve. Be your own superhero. Aim higher. Contribute. Create spaces for other people to enjoy. Sleep in. Let other people sleep in, too. Be compassionate. Listen. Give yourself time off. Be enthusiastic. Choose happiness. Create. Follow your passion. Connect. Compliment people. Spend time with people who make you feel good about yourself. Surprise yourself. Appreciate the people who support you. Take photos; document everything. Have a plan. Know your patterns. Be in the present. Laugh. Get close. Move through your fear. Challenge yourself. Keep it simple. Turn up the music. Realise your own freedom. Relax. Flirt. Dress up in some small way every day. Even if it’s just a good pair of knickers or a coat of death-defying mascara. Be different. Be genuine. Allow yourself to change & evolve. Dream big. Believe that you can manifest anything. Take responsibility. Treat everyone the same way — from your lover to your mother to your postman. Appreciate your past for having made you the person you are. Talk about how you feel. Dance. Sing. Let go of guilt. Treat your lovers with respect. Admit your flaws. …& come up with a plan to remedy them. Surprise people. Set yourself a really huge goal. Then achieve it & set another one. Kiss. A lot. Remember that trouble doesn’t last. Be still. Look at the stars. Be as ridiculous as you like. Trust that you are loved. Stay curious. Charm people. Give real hugs. Bat your eyelashes. Forget yourself. Reach out. Flatter people. Get drunk on life. Release your expectations of other people. Allow them to be who they are, & appreciate them regardless. Stretch. Listen to your instincts. Make eye contact. Keep your word. Talk about real things. Discover yourself. Speak up. Let life excite you & lead you astray. Delight in every day. Don’t be afraid. Just love.

via. http://galadarling.com/article/100-ways-to-be-a-love-letter-to-the-universe

Because it’s how I am. September 30, 2009

and because she sais it best of all times.

…..no words needed…..again! September 4, 2009

Beauty is truth….Beauty to come September 3, 2009

Tomorow. Feels almost like being happy about going on a trip … but much more itense than that. Last time it felt magic. Hundreds of sould vibrating and singing at the same time…humming, not singing, so everyone else could still hear his voice.

Tomorow I’m going to Leonard Cohen’s concert in Romania. I’ll see him for the second time, and if the feelings I’ll have will be at least half as intense as they were last time, I’ll be happy.

How can the man not be a “ladiesman” and  “laugh bitterly through the 10000 nights (he) spent alone” when he sings about love like this.

I’m happy to be able to hear him singing, to feel what he transmits and to see him standing on a stage and making people’s hearts vibrate like that. I’m gratefull to have the opportunity to celebrate Leonard Cohen’s presence.

And I’m SO MUCH looking fwd to tomorow.

Be Better, Not Perfect! August 25, 2009

ALWAYS things happen for a reason. I might not know what that reason is, but for sure there is one. And for sure lateley I have had meaningful conversations and I’ve let go of many fears. Just because I’ve realised this, but never stated it out loud: I am not perfect. i don;t want to be perfect. I just want to be better. And not better than anyone around me, but better than I’ve benn a couple of days ago.

I got a link today from a friend where I read this sentence, and it stroke me. YES! I want to be better, i am not afraid of making mistakes (allthough I say I am….), I like being challanged, I like playing games…I like learning , and i love improving. For a better me, not the perfect me.

So, be better too! Perfection is just not worth the try

Despre a-ti pune gandurile pe hartie… August 13, 2009

……sau Jurnalul Oanei Pellea……mi-a placut foarte tare.  O insiruire de cuvinte pline de sens, sincere si simple, si in acelasi timp venind de la o persoana pe care as dori-o multiplicata cu 10000 cel putin….pentru societatea noastra.

Mi-a placut ca nu e un jurnal intim, dar e suficient de intens in sentimente astfel incat sa intelegi ce simte un creator de valoare ca si Oana Pellea. Mi-a placut ca nu exista barfa, nu exista povesti despre nimeni din bransa ei….mi-am permis sa imi insusesc atitudinea vis-a-vis de “caloriferul vorbitor” – aviz celor care au citit -  . Mi-a placut ca vorbeste despre dragostea pentru mama ei si despre Dumnezeu, mi-a placut cum se refera la cei din viata ei ca fiind ‘ai mei din cer”. Mi-a placut ca s-a plimbat peste tot prin lume,dar nu asta conteaza -  nu e nici pe departe un jurnal de calatorie – mi-a placut cum a povestit intamplarile care au marcat-o si i-au dat incredere in ceea ce face. In faptul ca face un bine celor din jur prin teatru, prin meseria ei. 

Mai degraba ai impresia ca stai cu un prieten la un ceai – decat ca citesti o carte. Asta e senzatia dupa ce citesti Oana Pellea. Sper sa mai scrie…..o recomand cu drag. Mie mi-a facut mult bine sa citesc cartea.

OmDeLut al Alexandrinei…. July 31, 2009

…..ma insoteste de ieri in mashina si in ganduri….Are o voce superba, rosteste cuvintele in dulcele grai romanesc dar vocalele ii ies rotunde ….asha,moldovineshte. Si mie imi place la nebunie cum suna.

Si unde mai pui ca are si cateva melodii in franceza pe album. Si una in rusa…. Si ma linisteste atat de bine. Mergeam ieri cu geamurile deschise, spre Muzeul Satului…cu noua carte achizitionata pe bancheta. Citeam versurile melodiilor la semafor…am ratat fiecare verde al fiecarui semafor din drumul meu. M-a claxonat un singur sofer. Un taximetrist. Dar nici ca mi-a pasat. Cu versurile ei in cap, fredonand…cred ca nu m-am simtit atat de libera si de bine de foarte mult timp.

Despre Jurnal-Oana Pellea o sa scriu cu alta ocazie….inca nu am “digerat” tot, insa am citit cartea pe o banca pana m-au dat afara pentru ca se inchidea Muzeul….dar e una dintre cele mai bune carti citite in ultima vreme. O recomand cu drag.

Alexandrina….

Volver. July 7, 2009

Real. July 2, 2009

“Real self-esteem doesn’t actually stem from always being right, always succeeding, always doing well, especially not if you’ve actually failed but been told you did brilliantly anyway because everybody’s a winner in this world now, aren’t they. Real self-esteem, real belief in yourself as a person develops out of the times you survived failure. The times when you had the shit kicked out of you by people or life, but managed to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and carry on regardless.”