Test I should have taken years ago

By spiridus - August 7th, 2006, 9:44, Category: General

You scored as Linguistics. You should be a Linguistics major!

Linguistics

100%

Mathematics

100%

Philosophy

100%

English

92%

Engineering

92%

Journalism

92%

Theater

83%

Sociology

58%

Chemistry

58%

Psychology

58%

Art

50%

Anthropology

42%

Dance

42%

Biology

33%

What is your Perfect Major?
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B-week

By spiridus - July 19th, 2006, 11:04, Category: stories: now

B-days used to be simple. I never liked them, but at least they weren't so much hassle and the whole charade only lasted a day. Now I am haunted by the B-WEEK. His B-day today, our common B-day party tomorrow, my B-day the next day (office party included). The other days of these week were consumed in B-day shopping for presents and drinks. It's only the first B-day and I am exhausted. Not getting in B-day mood, not into B-day celebration rush. B-day lists and notification, party-reservations and tiring stuff. When I was little, mom said that on my B-day I could do whatever I wanted. This year I think I only want to be left alone, to sleep my B-day through.


If my boss is reading this, please notice that a day off to sleep is such an inexpensive and original present!



Brown Sugar

By spiridus - July 18th, 2006, 16:44, Category: daydreaming

Miss... I miss staying in the sun, getting burned on the beach, cool wind in my hair, waves in my ears... I miss reading book after book after book, devouring the whole pile of books I've been buying for the last past months. I miss writing down sweet nonsense in my notebooks, sketching out characters, dreams, rhymes... I miss the freedom of staying out until time fades away, the rhythms fly away and thoughts get lazy out in the sun...

therapy

By spiridus - July 14th, 2006, 9:40, Category: stories: then

can you not die tonight,
stranger,
can you not sleep
for voices of you are not home yet
and can you not hide
amongst lizzards to cry
down every history you've betrayed
since day one...
can you not light?

have some coffee and breathe
brandnew silence
from its grave
in cold taste & beauty
lie peacefully to the clouds

and dream
me.

Going home

By spiridus - July 10th, 2006, 11:14, Category: introspection

Each year around mid-June I feel like I'm losing my mind, burried in projects and deadlines and stupid quarrels with the rest of the world. I usually take a week off, when I cannot take it anymore, go to the seaside and read my minds out, sun-bathing with a jar of yoghurt and biscuits by my side, playing with photos and listening to good music.

This year it's worse than ever before, stretched well-beyond my limits of patience and understanding. I totally envy a friend of mine that suddenly quit his job and went by the seaside, back home, to ease up and become sane again. I wish I could do that too, except that I love my job most of the times, at peaceful times when my nerves are not so stretched and when I can enjoy doing my job full-heartedly. Now I only want to go home. To my far-northern-home, where it is chiller and quieter and when I love to go and be left alone whenever I cannot stand Bucharest and my Bucharest self. (in my new Bucharest blog where I will probably start posting about 500 km away from Bucharest...) Isn't it ironiiiic, don't you think? :p

An introvert in an extrovert world...

By spiridus - July 7th, 2006, 15:41, Category: daily

As a journalist for 2 years and a marketer for another one, I should have already gotten used to the way complete strangers think they can call me like they knew me for ages and ask things about parties, press releases and other stuff. How complete strangers suddenly call you by your first name, just because they have you on their to-do list always puzzles me. I don’t take any offence, but I still get puzzled each time.

I wonder… do they do it in their personal lives too? Do PR people find it so easy to approach a total stranger in a cafeteria or in the streets, as they do when they check an RSVP list? Do they not feel, after years on the job, the same butterflies in the stomach that all usual mortals do, facing a simple “Hi” come out of the blue from that cutie you would die to get in bed with (or elevator, kitchen, carpet, restaurant, etc). I do wonder…

Secret Escapade

By spiridus - July 5th, 2006, 16:05, Category: daily

I've just spent one hour, feet in hot water, having my nails done. During office hours. My feet, which I consider to be the most beautiful part of my body (even though many male acquaintances would argue otherwise, oddly favouring eyes, breasts, butt, neck) got the royal treatment they deserved and I am now staring at them in awe. Alone in the office, staring... wondering how one hour of soaking, cutting, exfoliating, massaging, could make them even more perfect than before.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have a hidden fetish for feet as you might think... I don't long to touch other people's feet and I don't secretly inspect feet first when I first meet someone, nor make judgements based on feet, far from it. Other people's feet are somehow invisible unless they stand out visibly and cannot be ignored. I am only simply in love with my perfect feet, mine, my very own, my preciousssss...


Tone of voice

By spiridus - July 4th, 2006, 11:12, Category: daily

What I love about the blogs that I love is the way celebrity doesn't affect them. As with all genuine things, it is nice to see that the very things that defined that blog in its first three months' archive still define it years after. It's a characteristics that I have found more in foreign blogs than in Romanian ones. Could be because over there, celebrity comes more easily and in a more genuine way itself? Do they know best to express their very own substance and thus are more likely to remain true to themselves? The stereotypes say that's unlikely. The reality confirms it.

It's the very reason why I absolutely despise the Romanian "blogosphere" (with a few exceptions here and there), because once the blog becomes a must-read, the tone of voice changes, becomes more commercial, less about the person, more about the events they go to, as if being a sociallite confers you more value, more glamour, makes you worthwhile. Don't misunderstand me, I don't blame the events, I am only saddened by the unnatural change of personality, of the person whom the blog should reflect. It gets lost behind the opportunity to please, to become read, to signal how up-dated, informed and contemporary one is... It's a delicate balance, but it's so sad when you lose the flavour for the package.


And Who am I to judge?

"I am nobody...
Who are you?
Are you nobody too?"


Colors, once again

By spiridus - June 29th, 2006, 15:47, Category: daily

Your Heart Is Red
You're a passionate lover - you always have a huge fire in your heart. Too bad it's hard for you to be passionate about just one person!

Your flirting style: Outgoing and sexy

Your lucky first date: Drinks and dancing

Your dream lover: Is both stable and intense

What you bring to relationships: Honesty



Rom-glish

By spiridus - June 26th, 2006, 9:44, Category: introspection

When I was about 13, all my journals, poetry and thoughts were scribbled, doodled, written in English, all drama was suffered and beared in silence and in English, all the growing up was taking place, understandably, in English too. Not that the Romanian language offered any less, or that I couldn't express myself in my native language (because I sure could, impertinence, rebellion and all). It somehow better defined who I was, the hues and saturation of each mood. Somehow, in the past month, I discovered a changed ME. Linguistically changed and challenged, I've come to realize that the mixture of feelings have changed, that they are more closely and intimately Romanian than they used to. Is it because I neglected my English-speaking-feeling part?  Is it because I've been working for two long years in print Romanian press? Have I lost the practice? Is it because nowadays English is more likely the language of business presentations, official emails and work-related travel? Is it because I've stopped reading non-business literature in English and started to discover contemporary Romanian prose that absolutely captured me? Have my emails betrayed my wording? My lovers have done that, being more Romanian than they should have? What happened? What caused this imbalance?

Regardless of the specific causes (though they should carefully be investigated), I found myself feeling weirdly away, like an outsider not fitting in... Not in this picture, not in these words... What do I do now? Force it and continue writing in a language that does not represent me entirely, hoping that one day it will look natural, or better abandon the ship, stop pulling myself together to fit into an unfittable situation and indulge in the most comfortable choice? What should I do? What does the Oracle say?

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