Sweet dreams

  How to recover after you had your heart broken - how to be SINGLE, for morons. 1. Run. I run like a freaking maniac, every day breaking records. I run on rain, I run on snow - as long as there is someone screaming in my ears, I keep on going. 2. Eat. I nurture myself with lots of good, delicious, healthy, but mostly unhealthy foods. Whenever one of my friends asks me what is happening with me, I simply answer that I ran a lot, so now I must eat, I don't want to lose any of my precious kilos, it's all about balance, right?! 3. Sleep. Guilt-free sleep is a luxury I rarely afford - nevertheless, these days I sleep. All the time, I close my eyes and I let my mind do the trick for me and make my life prettier. 4. Drink a glass of wine with the good food you are preparing for yourself. You obviously deserve it, but don't do vodka shots! Forgetting all about it for one night sure sounds tempting, but remember you have to wake up in the morning to the same ugly truth. Better ...

   Do you remember the guy that made you smile every day until you just woke up one morning and realized it was simply not enough?  Do you remember the one that got away?  Do you remember the boy with gray eyes?    I have come to realize that we are the generation that doesn't know how to grow up. We are the "forever childish"  generation; not that it is something wrong with that -  if only we stopped tricking ourselves into thinking it's a conscious choice,  if only we were able to admit that we have no idea whatsover how to become adults!    But I cannot lie to myself anymore,  nor can I drag this on forever.  I am no longer a child,  neither are you -  despite how much you would like to be!  I know,  my friend,  it's a terryfing truth I am telling you and you might choose to deny it with a bad joke and a loud laugh,  as you've done so many times before,  but the truth remains the tru...

     Miros de urina       Mi-am amintit recent de primul barbat cu care am facut dragoste...Era frumos, masculin, cu parul ciufulit si ochii gri. Da, avea ochii gri. Nu caprui, nu negri. Erau gri, inexpresivi si lipsiti de viata. Nu am crezut atunci si nici macar acum nu cred ca omul acela era pamantean. Cu siguranta trebuie sa fi venit dintr-un alt Univers.    Era vara si erau zilele orasului...Oamenii se imbulzeau cu totii peste tot-copiii vroiau vata de zahar si porumb fiert, jucarii de prost gust, luminite de tot felul, care se stricau imediat dupa ce le cumparai...Adultii, minoritatea venisera acolo pentru copiii lor, iar majoritatea stateau in grupuri mari, fumau, se imbatau si injurau domnisoarele care treceau pe acolo. Am in minte atat de clara imaginea acelor zile de parca totul s-ar fi intamplat chiar ieri. De fapt si acum, dupa atatia ani, este exact la fel.    Dar atunci eram cu tata...El se intalnise cu un cuno...

  As we were discussing Socrate's Allegory of the cave in class, a thought made its way into my mind : The only thing I have seen all my life are distorted shadows. Information can be found anywhere, yet we rely more on Google than on our fellow humans; People are talking louder than they ever did, yet we are deafer than we ever were; You can see your family right in your hand, on your smartphone, but you end up kissing the air at the end of the conversation; People are rushing all the time to go to their jobs and then they are rushing again to go home and get some rest, because they have a job to go to in the morning. When everything is speeding so much, how often do you actually make time to stop and truly look someone in the eyes, how often do you actually hold someone's hand without thinking of important things you have to do later on? If I don't have time to truly see you for what you are, if you don't have time to stop from rushing and stand in front of me compl...

  One of the biggest cliche I have come across is the so-called "taste in men". If you are a passionate about women's magazines as I was years ago, when I would devour each one of them, you definitely came across a lot of articles and pop-quizzes revolving across the big Subject: MEN. They would basically ask you "MEN. How do you like them?", as if they were your steak, not humans. "How do you like your man, rare or well-done?" Today I finished my very first motivational book - I used to be this cool rebel girl who would do exactly the opposite to other females, such as writing until my hands hurt instead of gossiping with girlfriends, having all my room covered in rock artists posters instead of day-dreaming about Justin Bieber or whoever was the Justin Bieber of our time; being a voracious thriller reader while making fun of silly girls who read books about how to improve your life; driving like a freaking maniac, totally disregarding the dangers ...

I was looking for lists -  lists of things a girl should have learnt or done before hitting the critical age of 24 ( I'm not a girl,  not yet a woman,  right?  :D)  After looking for,  like,  2 infernally long minutes ( God,  give me patience!!!),  I've decided to do what I (at least,  once!) used to do best: write! So,  here's a a list of things I learnt or mastered by now: 1. Accept yourself. Love yourself.  It's not a clichee,  really.  I once accepted the challenge of having to pick 2 words that I would say to my younger self,  if I could.  The first thought was: Accept yourself. Had I known when I was a teenager that I would never become the awesome girl that I am today by trying to be someone else,  it could have saved me a lot of trouble and wasted time.  Be yourself and help yourself become the person you were meant to be. Don't worry if my words don't make sense now: it is the kind of ...

Beginning.  Uoooops, I did again: I woke up with the most annoying sore throat ever, a partially running/partially stuffy nose and the voice of freaking Darth Vader. But that didn't even happen this morning, so let's rewind it a little bit until Monday morning.  Monday morning we had a 7 hours, home-written exam for the third module. People who don't know what this is about and who grew up in countries where there is no other way than torturing people by letting them sweat their asses off in class for three hours, might be tempted to say "wtf??? Exam from home? Piece of cake!" I say to them, let's open our minds a little bit and realize that being able to memorize hundreds of pages by heart not only is not healthy for the mind, but it also has little practicability in real life and real jobs. When I was in law school we had to memorize laws by heart and we would point to the irony that real-life judges tend to check their books and codes, even in court. Wh...