The Chronicles of.......me

Friday, March 25, 2005

HAPPY EASTER !

May the holy light of the Resurrection fill you heart and bring you only happiness.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

And it is not the first time she's done that. And it really annoys me. I should have learned by now. But no, I still think that people change. Maybe they do, but not people like her!!!

Yesterday a friend of mine said that she wants to see "Closer" and asked if she could come over to my place to see it. I was thrilled. So I said that she could come in the afternoon. We agreed that she would call me when she wakes up. I was thinking to take my cousin out to the cinema and something to eat, but decided that I should better stay home with my friend. Guess what? Around 4 in the afternoon she called to tell me that she had just woke up and that she wouldn't come. I got so angy! And I reminded her that she asked me to come over. Yeah, "but it is too late now."

Sometimes I am so angry with myself. I knew she wouldn't come. It is not the first time she says she will come and she doesn't. I should have known better. Damn, I am so angry. I should have done what I wanted to do in the first place.

Friday, March 18, 2005

The paradox of our times

The paradox of our times is that we have bigger buildings but smaller souls; wider highways but narrower minds.
We spend too much but we have less; we buy more but we enjoy less.
We have bigger houses but smaller families. We have more accessories but less time.
We have more jobs but less judgment; more experts but and even more problems; better medicine but less health.
We drink too much, we smoke too much, we spend foolishly, we laugh too little, we drive too fast, we get angry too fast, we go to sleep too late, we wake up too tired.
We read too little, we watch too much TV and we pray too rarely.
We have multiplied our fortunes but we have fewer values.
We talk too much, we love too little and we hate too often.
We have learned how to earn a living but not how to build a life, we have added years to life but not life to years.
We have reached the moon but we have problems when we have to cross the street and meet a neighbor.
We have conquered the cosmic space but not the inner one.

We have done bigger things but not better ones.
We have cleaned the air but polluted the earth.
We have conquered the atom but not our prejudices.
We write more but we learn less.
We plan more but we accomplish less.
We have learned to hurry but not to wait.
We have built more computers, better ones, faster ones, but we communicate less.

These are the times of fast-food and slow digestion; big people and petty personalities; fast profits and shallow relationships.
These are the times were we have two incomes but more divorces; prettier houses but broken homes.
These are the times when we have fast travel modes, single-use diapers, low morality, one night stands, over-weight bodies and pills that bring you peace, happiness, death.

Remember to spend time with the ones you love because they won’t be here for ever.
Take the time to love, to talk, to share the pretious thoughts you have.

To all my friends : thank you for existing.

I read this somewhere, I really liked it and thought to share it with you.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Another week at work!

My boss is out of the country and I am really stressed about this. When he is not in the country I am in charge of things.Sort of. Or, at least, that's the way I feel because if something happens I have to take care of it. And it wouldn't bother me if it didn't concern the machines we are selling. I still don't know everything there is know about them and I am not going to learn. It is not my job to know them. I do too much around there. And the guys around here, even if they are fun to be with, sometimes that's all they are: fun to be with. When he was hired , one of the guys was asked to help me. Guess what ?!?!?!?!? He's just fun to be with!!!!

But I had a nice Sunday. A friend of mine came over to my place and we atched movies. "Closer" and " The buterfly effect". I had seen Buterfly before but I watched it again because I really liked it.
But "CLOSER". Now that's a movie I am going to see over and over again. And that Jude Law................mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!! Yummy!

Saturday, March 12, 2005

On taking chances. Again. I wonder what would motivate me...............

Who invented spell check and why ?????

I am in a bad mood. And I was really looking forward to this week-end. My friends and I decided to go window shopping, since we are all broke. Hihi! but they called me to tell me that it is too cold outside. HELLO! There are 10 degrees celsius. Whatever.
Another friend of mine is having a nervous brakedown : she's too fat to go out, she says. But she is not. And even if she was, if she thinks that she is too fat, how come she gets dressed like that and why is she going to work?!?!?!?!?!? i know that she is going through a rough period, but I am not feeling well either.
Anyway, this morning, when a friend of mine called me to tell me that she took the train and went to the mountains, it suddenly hit me : I am too lazy, too scared, too afraid to change the way I live my life. I never take chances because I am scared that something wrong might happen to me. The last time I decided to take a chance I almost died in a car crash. Sure, I realised then that someone up there really loves me, that is probably the only good thing that came out of that trip.
I am afraid that if I continue like this I might end up regreting my life. But at the same time I feel my will and my stregth paralised.
A friend of mine took a one-month trip to Thailand. And she came home decided to go back there someday. Yesterday she tells me that she found an oportunity to go back : as a UN volunteer for the tsunami disaster. Her mom worked for the UN in Romania. And she tells me to go with her. And I want to, so bad!!!!! But what holds me back? Why don't I go there?
Sure, the only thing that prevents me from going is the thought that my mom would be left here. But I wouldn't have to go for a long time......................I don't know. It is such a torment. So far away from home, so many things to do there, so many things to do here as well.

Friday, March 11, 2005

I cannot post comments on any blog!
This is so frustrating!!!!!
However I can post things on my blog. Why?????

Dear week-end.....welcome!

So........I think we've finally had the snow of the lambs. And it was beautiful!!! Ok, we've been having this snow for the last 3 days. 2 days ago when it started to snow we were sure it was the last snow. Yesterday morning it trully looked like the snow of the lambs : big, fluffy snowflakes that were falling and setteling slowly on the ground. I hadn't seen snowflakes that big in years. Then it stopped. I was a bit upset because it was nice. But yesterday around 6 pm it started snowing really bad. Within an hour the snow was ankle-high.
I was talking over the internet with a friend of mine and we decided to go out. And it was snowing like in the middle of the winter, the wind was blowing and I could barely see in front of me. I got dressed and went outside. It wasn't cold at all. By the time I arrived at the corner of the street my jeans were wet up to my knees. Of cours I didn't realize that and I had no idea why I felt so cold until my friend told me.
We walked for about one hour and a half. Of course we were the only lunatics who were taking a walk at that time on that weather. But had so much fun. I laughed so hard my face was hurting.
My hat was wet, my jeans, my jacket were wet.............hihi............the sleeves of my jacket were frozen. Honestly!!!
When I got home the skin on my legs was aching and for about one hour I felt like cold was coming out of it.
But I had fun.
And it really was the snow of the lambs, because by Sunday there will be 12 degrees Celsius.
Springtime is here.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

HAPPY MUCENICI DAY!


I've been waiting for this day for a year. One of my favourite feasts. The 40 Martyrs of Sevastia.
One of my favourite because everybody makes mucenici. I love them. For a day or two they are all I eat, from breakfast to lunch to dinner :))
Mucenici are a sort of...... soup? I guess they are soup. I admit the colour is not very tempting( a sort of light-brown thing before you ad the cinnamon) and you probably wouldn't eat it if I didn't tell you that it is a great dish.
So.........a sweet soup with noodles. Specially "designed" noodles in the shape of "eights" or "zeros" and 40 martyrs made out of dough ( one or two centimeters ).
I am telling you! Yummy!
With cinnamon and wallnuts.
I can't wait to eat.

Do I have to tell you how much I like this poem?
I LOVE IT!

Monday, March 07, 2005

K R U S T Y

Hombre no se lo que esta pasando , pero yo no puedo ver tu blog, desde hace 2 o 3 semanas. Y como no tengo tu e-mail no pude avisarte. No se que paso. Manana voy a intentar a verlo desde otra computadora.
Ahora estoy escuchando a David Bisbal con "Esta ausencia" . Que cancion! Me muero!

Sorry! I've been having a problem lately. I can't log on to this site I mean, I log on but nothing appears. No posts, no pictures, no nothing. Could you please check it out and tell me if you have the same problem?
Thanks.

krusty

This is a Martisor.
Sure, those fluffy things shouldn't be that big, but it looks like a Martisor.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Martisor

Today, March 1st, it is MARTISOR day in Romania. ( I guess you can read that : martzeeshor, or something like that).
Tradition says that men must give to the women they love (wife, mother, sister.......) a token of their feelings hung onto a cord made of red and white thread. Sure, nowadays the tradition has evolved and both women and men can give a MARTISOR to the people close to their heart.
These two colours simbolize the two seasons that coexist : red for winter (the fire in the fireplace) and white for the purity and rebirth of nature.
You must wear this MARTISOR for nine days and after that hang it on the branches of a tree. If the tree is healthy and grows many leaves and flowers, the person will have a full and happy year.


Also, there is a legend about these first nine days of March. The legend of the old hag Dochia.
And it goes like this.
Dochia had a dayghter-in-law she hated. One day she sent her to the river to wash a dirty jacket. But the young woman, as much as she tried to, couldn't get the jacket clean and she could barely move her hands because of the cold water of the river. Suddenly a young man appeared. His name was MARTISOR. He found out what had happened and gave the young woman a flower with red and white petals. He told her that he could do magic things and that if she would wash the jacket once more, it would be clean. And he was right.
So the young woman went home to Dochia. But Dochia saw the flower her daughter-in-law had, and since she wouldn't tell her were she got it from, Dochia went to the mountains with her sheep to find one.
When she left, it was really cold outside, so she got dressed with nine jackets. But it got warmer and warmer, so Dochia threw away one jacket each day. In the nineth day she had no jacket to wear and it suddenly got very, very cold.
Then, MARTISHOR appeared to her and asked her if she could imagine how cold her daughter-in-law must have been while she washed the jacket in the river. He also told her that he was responsible for that terribly cold day, and disappeared.
Dochia wandered for a while and froze to death.
And then...................spring came. Thanks to MARTISOR.

Ok, Dochia's end might sound a bit too rough, but Romanians are punished severely for their mistakes. At least in these stories.

One more thing. You must choose a day between the 1st and the 9th of March. You call that day your "old hag". Don't laugh! If the day is sunny and warm, you will have a good year. Well........if it is cold and rainy, I guess it won't be that nice.
My "old hag " is on the 4th. Hope it will be a nice old hag!

I think I should have no other mortal wants,

if I could always have plenty of music.

It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain.

Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

George Eliot