10 more days

Uite ca bate si BAC-ul la usa. Toata lumea e stresata si toata lumea aude diferite basme despre posibilele subiecte.
Tocmai am realizat ce diferite vor fi starile noastre de spirit peste 10 zile. Daca astazi suntem stresati, agitati, nervosi, peste 10 zile vom trai stari total opuse.
Si unde-i cea mai mare agitatie? Evident in jurul probei de limba si literatura romana. De ce? In primul rand pentru ca sunt o groaza de lectii de invatat si toata lumea isi doreste sa nimereasca ceea ce si-a invatat mai bine? Putin cam greu nu? Avand in vedere ca toti ne dorim lucruri diferite.
Well, mai sunt 4 zile in care aveti timp sa invatati ceea ce credeti ca nu ati aprofundat. Pana atunci nu are rost sa vorbim despre posibile subiecte.
Mult succes tuturor! Abia astept sa ne vedem dupa BAC!

Some Beautiful Quotes

Some beautiful quotes from my favourite book - White Oleander

"I regret nothing. No woman with any self-respect would have done less. The question of good and evil will always be one of philosophy's most intriguing problems, up there with the problem of existence itself. I'm not quarreling with your choice of issues, only with your intellectually diminished approach. If evil means to be self-motivated, to live on one's own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil. Because we dare to look through our own eyes rather than mouth cliches lent us from the so-called Fathers. To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. "

'Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.'

"In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show."

"Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?"

"I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said. Why not?" Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (...) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette."

"The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart."

"The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing."

"That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out."

"I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have."

"Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone the universe peeled back another layer of darkness."

"Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up."

"How many people ask you to come share their life?"

"How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer. "

Back... NOT

De ce nu am mai scris? Am fost prea ocupata cu BAC-ul? Nu, dar sunt absolut sigura ca problemele-mi existentiale nu intereseaza pe nimeni. Asadar, pana nu voi gasi un subiect pe care sa dea lumea doi bani nu prea voi mai scrie. Adica ce sens are sa-mi afisez cacaturile personale pe un blog? Sa mi le vada toata lumea? Nu. Nu asta e ideea mea despre ce ar trebui sa reprezinte un blog. Cred ca deja intreaga blogosfera e plina de bloguri de doi lei in care fetele isi povestesc relatiile, unele chiar si pe cele sexuale (de ceee???) si in care isi publica orarul. Eu cel putin nu dau doi bani pe toate lucrurile astea. Asadar, pana nu aveti ceva bun de zis, lasati-va de blogging. Nimanui nu-i pasa ce ai mancat tu la cina si cu cine ti-ai mai tras-o.


Pe scurt. Life has no meaning now. Am ajuns la un punct in care nimic nu ma mai deranjeaza sau ma mai uimeste. Prostia este nelimitata si ce sens are sa o mai critici daca ea oricum nu poate fi eradicata?