ioana
in quest for genuine
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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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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Beautiful Banjara
I had the wonderful opportunity to see a Banajara performance in Rajasthan, when I was in India some years ago. Life, Passion, Energy, this is how I would describe it. I was searching for stuff on youtube and stumbled upon this beautiful dance and thought I'd share :)
Things I like
I made a “things I hate list” a couple of posts ago, so I thought to make the picture complete, and put down also the ones I like. This was much easier, since I already had one. I framed one of my favorite photos (a representation of Klimt’s Kiss) some time ago. I chose a very simple wood frame, since I wanted to have the accent placed on the photo, but the frame I ended up with didn’t really do the trick for me. Too simple just equals boring sometimes.
So to add up a little spice to it I started scribbling little things on the frame, stuff I like, things I do, moments I covet. Before I knew it the frame was full of words up and down, left and right, on two rows. Here's what came up:
I like to…..laugh, dance, eat apples, listen to the rain, stay long in bed, smell fresh made coffee, kiss a pair of full lips, read glossy magazines, go for a walk in the park, love wholeheartedly, wear high heeled shoes, cook for someone special, speed drive, get lost on small streets listening in my headphones, breathe the fresh mountain air in the morning, look at the beautiful women on the street, buy myself colorful flowers in the summer, swim naked in the ocean, talk a lot to my grandmothers, buy pretty clothes, caress you with my fingertips, write stories and poems, spit cherry seeds, smell cinnamon in the winter, gossip with my girls, wear puffy socks, watch paintings and photos, discover the underwater world, read a good book, stick my hands in the mud, play with my little brother, create beautiful things, travel the world, let you discover me, live in harmony, scribble spirals, sit on top of cushy pillows, eat homemade food, be happy, roll in the hay, be proud of my sister, meet exotic and different people, experiment new things, be very good at what I do, face my fears, savor both the beautiful and the ugly, be painfully honest with myself, smell the books in libraries, be caressed gently, take a bath for hours, do a small good to someone, have a lot of red colored stuff, feel like I’m flying, let my imagination run wild, be loved by you……..
So to add up a little spice to it I started scribbling little things on the frame, stuff I like, things I do, moments I covet. Before I knew it the frame was full of words up and down, left and right, on two rows. Here's what came up:
I like to…..laugh, dance, eat apples, listen to the rain, stay long in bed, smell fresh made coffee, kiss a pair of full lips, read glossy magazines, go for a walk in the park, love wholeheartedly, wear high heeled shoes, cook for someone special, speed drive, get lost on small streets listening in my headphones, breathe the fresh mountain air in the morning, look at the beautiful women on the street, buy myself colorful flowers in the summer, swim naked in the ocean, talk a lot to my grandmothers, buy pretty clothes, caress you with my fingertips, write stories and poems, spit cherry seeds, smell cinnamon in the winter, gossip with my girls, wear puffy socks, watch paintings and photos, discover the underwater world, read a good book, stick my hands in the mud, play with my little brother, create beautiful things, travel the world, let you discover me, live in harmony, scribble spirals, sit on top of cushy pillows, eat homemade food, be happy, roll in the hay, be proud of my sister, meet exotic and different people, experiment new things, be very good at what I do, face my fears, savor both the beautiful and the ugly, be painfully honest with myself, smell the books in libraries, be caressed gently, take a bath for hours, do a small good to someone, have a lot of red colored stuff, feel like I’m flying, let my imagination run wild, be loved by you……..
Thursday, January 24, 2008
There’s a new man in town
And he’s not fooling around!
I want you all to meet my latest passion, aka Hubby! Cause he really is my hubby! I saw him about a few months ago, since he’s been around, but we didn’t really meet until last week. An awkward fist meeting: lots of people around us, noise, public place, everybody stopping near us to ask what’s going on. We managed to get home late in the evening, and spend some quality time with each other.
I launched an invitation for a weekend of skiing together! He doesn’t like the snow and humidity, and is afraid of getting hurt on the slopes. A sensitive guy, huh? After a few days of being apart we met again! This time it became more serious: we spent last couple of nights in bed together. We read some books, played together and learned to press the right buttons. I think we have some great premises for a long beautiful relationship!
I want you all to meet my latest passion, aka Hubby! Cause he really is my hubby! I saw him about a few months ago, since he’s been around, but we didn’t really meet until last week. An awkward fist meeting: lots of people around us, noise, public place, everybody stopping near us to ask what’s going on. We managed to get home late in the evening, and spend some quality time with each other.
I launched an invitation for a weekend of skiing together! He doesn’t like the snow and humidity, and is afraid of getting hurt on the slopes. A sensitive guy, huh? After a few days of being apart we met again! This time it became more serious: we spent last couple of nights in bed together. We read some books, played together and learned to press the right buttons. I think we have some great premises for a long beautiful relationship!
Nikon D40x with 18-55 lens kit
Foto: Studio64
Foto: Studio64
And because one needs to be nice and loving to her Hubby, we’re taking him shopping this week! We’re buying him one more set of lenses, some memory cards and filters. He was a bit cranky till now, and kept saying “No memory card detected”. I guess guys DO have a shortsighted memory! Not to remind you how sensitive he is, and we don’t want him to get hurt, so a beautiful set of UV Filters is just around the corner :)
Friday, January 18, 2008
Some things I hate
- I hate the word hate! It’s too strong and brutal for me, but trying to replace with something “politically correct” is just too fake
- I hate the noise in the traffic, and driving the car in Bucharest. Luckily we have the long roads outside the city…
- I hate being peckerred by the people around me: do this, do that, are you sure, is that true, are you sure you’re sure?!?!?! I developed a secret ability to ignore everything while it appears I am paying attention
- I hate being judged on other people’s standards, by pretentious purists, by double standards, for being a woman, etc etc. I have the right to be who I am and live my life as I consider suited. And I have no time to waste explaining anything. My secret ignoring ability extends to pretending those people don’t exist, or if they do, they are whiny little babies having nothing to do with their petty lives
- I hate being intolerably tolerant. Must be some professional disease of trying to understand the others up to ridiculous points. And of course, most of the times those others either don’t realize or don’t give a damn about my conscientious and consistent efforts to understand and tolerate their behavior. I realized my tolerance is just another word for finding excuses for others who are inexcusable
- I hate people who try to take away my freedom while pretending they’re supporting me. People who try to shake my trust, to undermine my abilities, to reduce my successes, who assume a fake pride for my achievements
I stopped. I just realized I have only one or two bullets to add to this list, but my real issue now is that I’m pissed off. Today was one of those days when at the end I have an abusing headache from all the effort I put up to keep the outside world from coming in. I wasted my energy trying not to hear the little mean things, the whines and the noise. I dragged myself over a couple of dusty projects I still haven’t completed. I tolerated and tolerate, but got tired of hearing the same old lame excuses. And I walked and walked in the messy streets.
Oh, I know I’m being the whiny baby now! So I’ll just shut up, grab a women’s magazine and some cookies and call it a night :)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Force of nature
Most of the times when I need to chill I simply sit down for a cup of tea or coffee, alone with myself. I seek crowded places, not lonely ones. I need to be alone, but I find this state mostly when people surround me, but I am completely disconnected from them. There are times though when this is not enough. When I can’t stop, and I can’t find myself even in the most crowded and the loneliest place! Times when I gasp for air, and ache to touch my soul, to be in contact with myself.
My best escape from this state is going somewhere in the nature. The place has little matter, it can be a green plain, the seashore, the snowy mountains…just to be surrounded by nature. It’s a completely different loneliness. I feel that in those moments it’s just myself and the universe, all alone with nothing in between me and my soul. Alone. Able to touch my core, able to touch the core of the world.
When I smell the rugged moss on the trees or when I touch the moist soil of the woods it’s like I touch the source of life itself. It is then when I become filled with joy, with life and energy. It is then when I am completely free!
My best escape from this state is going somewhere in the nature. The place has little matter, it can be a green plain, the seashore, the snowy mountains…just to be surrounded by nature. It’s a completely different loneliness. I feel that in those moments it’s just myself and the universe, all alone with nothing in between me and my soul. Alone. Able to touch my core, able to touch the core of the world.
When I smell the rugged moss on the trees or when I touch the moist soil of the woods it’s like I touch the source of life itself. It is then when I become filled with joy, with life and energy. It is then when I am completely free!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Time is passing, Time is still
Knowing that time is passing is a particular form of nostalgia. It creeps inside you slowly, not letting you know it’s there, and then suddenly raises up its head staring you in the face. Sometimes I don’t mind this stare at all. I can look right back at it and smile, because I know that time is only one of the measures of my road, that I am on my road, and I am not racing against time, but time is merely my companion.
At other times, like now, I cannot bear to face time! I feel I am running out of it, I am looking behind and I don’t where I’ve been or why I’ve been there, I am looking ahead and I don’t know why or where I am going. Am I really following my dreams? How do I want to live my life? Am I making a contribution…now…tomorrow?…did I leave something worthy behind so far? Maybe it’s the start of the year, maybe it’s tuning 25, I don’t know!
25….it’s a nice number! Round, young, all grown up, adventurous, these are some words coming to my mind when I think of 25. It doesn’t sound bad at all, does it? So I don’t know why all the nostalgia. I guess it’s the first time in the past years when I know what I’ll be doing for the upcoming year, and this made some twisted turn in my head, resulting in feeling lost. It’s not that I am not on my road anymore, I’m just questioning whether I want to keep this road or take another one. Or make a curve, a turn, a bent, a stop even perhaps.
To do something that makes time my companion again, not make me race against it. That kind of things that seem to make time stretch endlessly because they fill your life with excitement and yourself with joy from head to tiptoes. The kind of things that when you look back seam they happened ages ago, because you’ve been changing and growing so much, and yet seem like yesterday, because the joy still makes you all warm inside.
I decided not to give it so much thought! Sometimes you just gotta let the road stretch or turn in front you, and take you to places unexpected and undiscovered. So here is to the journey!
At other times, like now, I cannot bear to face time! I feel I am running out of it, I am looking behind and I don’t where I’ve been or why I’ve been there, I am looking ahead and I don’t know why or where I am going. Am I really following my dreams? How do I want to live my life? Am I making a contribution…now…tomorrow?…did I leave something worthy behind so far? Maybe it’s the start of the year, maybe it’s tuning 25, I don’t know!
25….it’s a nice number! Round, young, all grown up, adventurous, these are some words coming to my mind when I think of 25. It doesn’t sound bad at all, does it? So I don’t know why all the nostalgia. I guess it’s the first time in the past years when I know what I’ll be doing for the upcoming year, and this made some twisted turn in my head, resulting in feeling lost. It’s not that I am not on my road anymore, I’m just questioning whether I want to keep this road or take another one. Or make a curve, a turn, a bent, a stop even perhaps.
To do something that makes time my companion again, not make me race against it. That kind of things that seem to make time stretch endlessly because they fill your life with excitement and yourself with joy from head to tiptoes. The kind of things that when you look back seam they happened ages ago, because you’ve been changing and growing so much, and yet seem like yesterday, because the joy still makes you all warm inside.
I decided not to give it so much thought! Sometimes you just gotta let the road stretch or turn in front you, and take you to places unexpected and undiscovered. So here is to the journey!