ioana
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- Name: ioana
- Location: Bucharest, Romania
I experiment with myself and the world around me. I always seek for that small sparkle of what's real and authentic in things, people, nature...
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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Sweet home Alabama...
I had one month at home! I don’t think I spend so much time in Oradea since I was in high school, but it has been absolutely amazing to be among my old friends and my family. So many plans that I had put down on the paper, but so little that I had got to achieve for this months. You know, like visiting absolutely everybody, solving absolutely every issue, getting some papers from the city hall/administration. But instead, I spent lots of time with only a few people (the one that really matter to me), I solved only one issue, and I completely stayed away from bureaucracy and papers.
I ate, slepped, watched TV, chatted, danced and drank unimaginable quantities of alcohol, then ate and slepped some more! I was agitated and troubled when I went home a moth ago, and I was not in the mood to sit down and think, although I had a large baggage of emotiones that I needed to sort out…issues, you know? :) It’s amazing how some sleep and rest can take all the troubles away! I didn’t feel like taking the time to think, to restle with my mind again, nor did I want to set new plans for the year to come. The only thing I put down as a New Year resolution is to stop smoking!
But to my surprise, after this month things started to kind of settle down by themselves, and to fold quietly one over the other in sedimented layers. I am somehow over the turning point, and I didn’t even felt how I stayed on the right path, but I just did. Perhaps I just needed to reconnect to my family, my past, my self.
Some moments from Christmas and New Year:
I ate, slepped, watched TV, chatted, danced and drank unimaginable quantities of alcohol, then ate and slepped some more! I was agitated and troubled when I went home a moth ago, and I was not in the mood to sit down and think, although I had a large baggage of emotiones that I needed to sort out…issues, you know? :) It’s amazing how some sleep and rest can take all the troubles away! I didn’t feel like taking the time to think, to restle with my mind again, nor did I want to set new plans for the year to come. The only thing I put down as a New Year resolution is to stop smoking!
But to my surprise, after this month things started to kind of settle down by themselves, and to fold quietly one over the other in sedimented layers. I am somehow over the turning point, and I didn’t even felt how I stayed on the right path, but I just did. Perhaps I just needed to reconnect to my family, my past, my self.
Some moments from Christmas and New Year:
Friday, December 15, 2006
Beauty of the night
December, and I still feel a bit out-of-the-Christmas-mood. Being home makes me want to search for childhood memories of winter. If I close my eyes I can see the shady frosty fog that sits over the city, and the lank wire of smoke coming out chimneys. It smells like cold, like ash and sawdust, which the people scatter on the sidewalks to melt down the ice. The moon has a colourful halo, predicting even more cold, and the starts are little shiny dots spread around the sky. Breathtaking beauty!
Silent night, holy night,
Starry skies beaming bright...
Thursday, December 14, 2006
On a different note...
Now this post will be completely different from the previous ones, but I simply can’t help myself: I’ve been home for more than a week, and all the sleep, TV and the food my dad and grandmas are stuffing into me are making my sarcasm completely bloat up!
What happened then, you ask? I was simply hoping for a fun night in the town on Friday night, some drinking, dancing and perhaps a bit of witty conversation with my friends. Rambling through 5 clubs in one night can get one all dizzy and confused, but instead it made me all startled about the weird exhibition of man-species found in the underground!
Was I out (or better said in) for so long? Has the world changed? Are the definitions of sexy completely the opposite now? When did fugly become the new pretty? Cause I am c-o-n-f-u-s-e-d of what seams to be attractive now. Just see what men species I noticed girls covet these days:
a) Herr Neanderthal: now Romania can account for around 80% of its male population to be part of this specie. They have been sworn extinction by women of the country long ago, so you can understand my surprise when I saw the little demoiselles rubbing all around the Neanderthals. They are easily recognizable by a few definitive traits:
- Armpits hair. Girls, whenever you see this coming out, it’s the most obvious sign you should start running for your life! If you fail to do so, just imagine yourself getting to the 3rd base, and needing to look for Mr. Dickey in piles and piles of thick curly hair! Eeeewh
- Chewed or edgy nails. I am not absurd here, I do not want to see a French manicure of something….but I do want to feel the touch of my hubby be soft and tender, not to have to worry about possible scratches! Ouch!
- Complete lack of fashion sense. Again, I am not absurdly seeking for a male fashionista here, I simply want to state some obvious universal truths. Like, wearing sneakers all the time is not fashion, and neither is a tracksuit and sport Tshirts, albeit Nike, Reebok or whatsoever. Also, male trousers shouldn’t look as they are trying to reach for your neck and strangle you, or be so baggy that they fall low enough to show us your boxers, or god forbid, lack of them!
- Use of perfume without a refreshing touch of deodorant first….that is just so icky I will not even bother detail it!
b) El Metrosexualo: a latest appearance in the Romanian urban culture, it seams to be gaining more and more adepts, but in a hilarious exaggerate and ridiculous way. You can obviously tell from the lines above that I am all for guys making their manicure, removing unwanted hair and knowing how to dress. My point is that there’s a line in all these. And I think that line is crossed when you stumble over a guy who is religiously waxing all body hair (let me say that again: all body hair), not only goes to the manicurist, but also uses cuticle cream, and can tell the difference between corrector, concealer and blush because he is using all three of them. I also saw on Friday a horrifying display of all the Dolces, Guccis and Versaces one can bare to see! Hello, anybody remembers the saying that “less is more”?
c) Le Gay: this can be a sensitive subject, so please don’t misunderstand me. I love gay, I have gay friends, and I know there are some gay types that women die fore. Like the Fabulous-Charming-Handsome-Styled-Gentlemen gay guys, that makes us girls drool all over, and wonder how come all the good ones are either gay or taken (my guess is that mostly gay :)). Or the Perfect-Friend-Love-To-Go-Shopping-With gay guys, that again makes us girls wonder “Oh, but why?” But what I sadly saw displayed Friday was all Short-Guys-Wearing-Bellybutton-Exposing-Sailor-Shirts-With-Low-Waist-Pants-And-Fringed-Hair. And I don’t know what that is if not complete utter FUGLINESS!!! Scary….
But all in all, I am sure there is still hope, that wonderful men are out there hiding, some of them not gay, and some of them not taken, AND most important, some of them normal :)
What happened then, you ask? I was simply hoping for a fun night in the town on Friday night, some drinking, dancing and perhaps a bit of witty conversation with my friends. Rambling through 5 clubs in one night can get one all dizzy and confused, but instead it made me all startled about the weird exhibition of man-species found in the underground!
Was I out (or better said in) for so long? Has the world changed? Are the definitions of sexy completely the opposite now? When did fugly become the new pretty? Cause I am c-o-n-f-u-s-e-d of what seams to be attractive now. Just see what men species I noticed girls covet these days:
a) Herr Neanderthal: now Romania can account for around 80% of its male population to be part of this specie. They have been sworn extinction by women of the country long ago, so you can understand my surprise when I saw the little demoiselles rubbing all around the Neanderthals. They are easily recognizable by a few definitive traits:
- Armpits hair. Girls, whenever you see this coming out, it’s the most obvious sign you should start running for your life! If you fail to do so, just imagine yourself getting to the 3rd base, and needing to look for Mr. Dickey in piles and piles of thick curly hair! Eeeewh
- Chewed or edgy nails. I am not absurd here, I do not want to see a French manicure of something….but I do want to feel the touch of my hubby be soft and tender, not to have to worry about possible scratches! Ouch!
- Complete lack of fashion sense. Again, I am not absurdly seeking for a male fashionista here, I simply want to state some obvious universal truths. Like, wearing sneakers all the time is not fashion, and neither is a tracksuit and sport Tshirts, albeit Nike, Reebok or whatsoever. Also, male trousers shouldn’t look as they are trying to reach for your neck and strangle you, or be so baggy that they fall low enough to show us your boxers, or god forbid, lack of them!
- Use of perfume without a refreshing touch of deodorant first….that is just so icky I will not even bother detail it!
b) El Metrosexualo: a latest appearance in the Romanian urban culture, it seams to be gaining more and more adepts, but in a hilarious exaggerate and ridiculous way. You can obviously tell from the lines above that I am all for guys making their manicure, removing unwanted hair and knowing how to dress. My point is that there’s a line in all these. And I think that line is crossed when you stumble over a guy who is religiously waxing all body hair (let me say that again: all body hair), not only goes to the manicurist, but also uses cuticle cream, and can tell the difference between corrector, concealer and blush because he is using all three of them. I also saw on Friday a horrifying display of all the Dolces, Guccis and Versaces one can bare to see! Hello, anybody remembers the saying that “less is more”?
c) Le Gay: this can be a sensitive subject, so please don’t misunderstand me. I love gay, I have gay friends, and I know there are some gay types that women die fore. Like the Fabulous-Charming-Handsome-Styled-Gentlemen gay guys, that makes us girls drool all over, and wonder how come all the good ones are either gay or taken (my guess is that mostly gay :)). Or the Perfect-Friend-Love-To-Go-Shopping-With gay guys, that again makes us girls wonder “Oh, but why?” But what I sadly saw displayed Friday was all Short-Guys-Wearing-Bellybutton-Exposing-Sailor-Shirts-With-Low-Waist-Pants-And-Fringed-Hair. And I don’t know what that is if not complete utter FUGLINESS!!! Scary….
But all in all, I am sure there is still hope, that wonderful men are out there hiding, some of them not gay, and some of them not taken, AND most important, some of them normal :)
Monday, December 04, 2006
Open waters
I always liked the word “ocean” and it has been one of my favorites in the past years. I like to refer to the world around me, to myself, or to feelings, as being an ocean: it’s neverending, and everlasting. And the world - like the ocean - is large, deep and misty, so it can surely be a scary place sometimes.
I feel many times that I have lost my steering wheel somewhere, and I’m just a sailor in the storm, fighting for my way to the shore. Sometimes it’s because of my inner struggles, that make me loose my way for awhile, and these are the detours that I love. Other times is because of exterior forces, events, happenings, and these are the detours that I hate. I hate them not because I do not find learning in them, but because usually these are the ones that bruise me deeper, sometimes to the bone!
I felt the need for solitude lately, and kept myself away from friends, questions -thoughts and people in general. Every ship needs to harbor now and then, and this was my time to put my sails down and drift quietly for a short while.
But now I’m opening my sails again, and starting my ever-lasting-quest to find new waters and amazing shores. I am sailing straight, my friend….
I feel many times that I have lost my steering wheel somewhere, and I’m just a sailor in the storm, fighting for my way to the shore. Sometimes it’s because of my inner struggles, that make me loose my way for awhile, and these are the detours that I love. Other times is because of exterior forces, events, happenings, and these are the detours that I hate. I hate them not because I do not find learning in them, but because usually these are the ones that bruise me deeper, sometimes to the bone!
I felt the need for solitude lately, and kept myself away from friends, questions -thoughts and people in general. Every ship needs to harbor now and then, and this was my time to put my sails down and drift quietly for a short while.
But now I’m opening my sails again, and starting my ever-lasting-quest to find new waters and amazing shores. I am sailing straight, my friend….
The Ship - Salvador Dali