I love men from de 50s

Good job, Mr Clooney!You are one hell of a man! I really appreciated his Good night and good luck, as it proved to be a film of high standard and elegance. It is true, i don't know that much about CBS or American journalism during the 1950's, but it was a good start point. The directing technique was good, the actors more than great,and the music...just perfect. The one thing that bothered me, and this has nothing to do with the film, was the fact that women weren't emancipated enough during those times. They were either secretaries either the subject of polite conversation between men. Buuu...
I wonder why tv presenters today aren't as determined and as dramatic like in those times, but after all, television has become such a cannot-live-without aspect, that it would probably seem awkward to see Andreea Esca stressing certain words or expressing dangerous ideas.

Books, books, can't get enough of them

To my shame, the sheepish blog hasn't come up to everyone's expectations, as I failed to add any impressions on books or films. And so i'd like to quench my readers' thirst of culture and i shall begin with a Romanian book, recently purchased and read:Nu toata iarba e la fel, by Alain Gavrilutiu. I myself have biiig gaps in foreign literature in contrast with the Romanian one, but i chose to read it anyway, because it seemed to me that the book had the "Romanul adolescentului miop" flair upgraded.
To make a long story short, it's about Romania's years of recovery after the revolution, seen through the eyes of a semi-fucked-up rock teenager. Some stories aren't bad at all, some are really brutal. Sometimes the narrator amuses you, sometimes he pisses you off. Not an influential book, not a literature breakthrough. It's the kind of book that "confused" teenagers read and make an extreme cult for it, only because it mentions something about LSD, Nirvana, sex and so on. But for the faithful reader, it's probably a liberation from the constraints of traditional literature ( and a good way to improve your vocabulary)
If you have any opinions about today's Romanian literature, feel free to add a comment.

Prima ploaie cu tunete si fulgere pe anul asta. Superb. E atat de intuneric incat nu-mi doresc decat sa stau pitita in bratele cuiva(:))

Cand pierzi un prieten:
-ti-e noaptea frig in plapuma
-ti-e frica iarasi de baubau
-razi la glume cu rosii si ketchup
-iti transpira mainile
-nu te mai inspaimanta ideea de a te uita la Iarta-ma[exagerare]
Cand pierzi un prieten ii inchizi usa, dar ii lasi deschisa fereastra, macar sa auda si el cum mai e viata ta.Punct.

Stiti care e starea mea de spirit cand postez versuri din cantece...
Eu sem você
Sou so desamor
Um barco sem mar
Um campo sem flor
Tristeza que vai
Tristeza que vem
Sem você, meu amor, eu não sou nínguem
Ah, que saudade
Que vontade de ver renasser nossa vida
Meus braços precisam dos teus
Teus braços precisam dos meus
Estou tão sozinha
Tenho os olhos cansados de olhar para o além
Vem ver a vida
Sem você, meu amor, eu não sou nínguem

Am de gand sa ma intoxic muuulta vreme cu melodii bocitoare si sa mananc nescafe cu lingurita, s-o omor pe Cristina, sa imi tai parul, sa imi scumb nickul in Britney Spears, sa rashchetez niste cduri, sa vorbesc urat cu vanzatoarele, sa imi trantesc telefonul, sa citesc reviste de femei si nimic altceva.Uite-asa! Ca m-am suparat. Si pot, conform regulilor teribilistilor, sa fac ce mama ma-sii vreau. Eeee.....
[pacienta sufera de anxietate si de necunoastere de sentimente dar speram sa raspunda pozitiv la tratament]

Catastrofele de care va vorbeam

La nici o luna dupa trecerea in nefiinta a papagalului Culitza, mandru membru al unei anexe de-a familiei, anunut cu imensa durere in suflet ca my best friend, the flower, e pe duca. Daca am suspecti pentru aceasta crima? Bineinteles,suspectul principal este insasi MAMA, care a indraznit sa-mi pulverizeze floarea cu spray de gandaci (vezi Doamne avea purici). Printre suspectii secundari se numara o prietena care, la citirea postului Flower Power, mi-a blestemat capacitatea mea de relationare cu minunile naturii, si Tatal meu, pentru ca a ignorat-o cu nonsalanta.
Apelez la marinimia voastra pentru a va ruga pentru Christina( asa o cheama) si pentru a o pune pe pomelnic la vii.

It's good to be back

Dragii mei,
Voi incepe prin a-mi cere iertare ca v-am amagit vreo saptamana cu niste versuri de la un cantec plangacios, chiar daca se potriveau cu starea mea de spirit. Sa-mi fie rusine ca am avut impresia ca sunteti cheap readers si ca va multumiti cu putin.
The thing is i had to take this exam. But now it's all finished, and i'm back, fully recharged, with new perspectives on life. Ptiu, i should be tired writing in English, for a few weeks i've written and spoken and read only in English. So i'll return to my geto-dacian roots.
Asa...ca sa dau acest minunat examen am calatorit in minunata metropola Iasi, de unde mi-a venit o minunata inspiratiune si am creat prima mea poezie naturalista( ceva gen Iona, ca imi sfartec stomacul). Dintre toate satele unde se tinea examenul, a trebuit sa-mi aleg tocmai Iasiul. Probabil daca as face un test cat esti de provincial(a), mi-ar iesi suta la suta. Dar sa nu credeti ca am ceva cu orasul, ba chiar imi place, cu taximetristi cu tot( peculiar, i tell you).
Ups :- partea veche a orasului
- oamenii frumosi
-reducerile
-ca din zece in zece metri se gasesc librarii
- ca oamenii vorbesc tare pe strada si aud franturi din conversatie
Downs- ca la anticariat cartile sunt scumpe
-ca nu poti sa mananci o acadica in liniste ( de aia ca la balci) ca se iau oamenii de tine
- ca vanzatoarele din mall se cred academice
In rest....aaaa, da...I eye-witnessed the perfect kiss. I was in the tram, the sunset was just perfect, and there they are, beautiful...and he springs towards her...ah...it was just perfect...stop me or else i'll put some stupid lyrics next time as well......:(((
Ah well, i'm back home and there's been some drama in my family. More details tomorrow. It's a promise.

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
SIA