Tuesday, April 29, 2008


Sometimes you just sit and think (or stand and think). Your mind isn't linked in the present-surrounding reality, it just jumps from image to image while your body is prey for the aging seconds. Even with your eyes closed, you start the mind wandering through brain files with different extensions (.doc, .jpeg, .mpeg, .avi, .dmg or .exe etc.): the first poem you wrote, your baby pictures that your mom kept so dearly, your first view of clouds from the plane, the first time you made love, the first book that really changed you... a lot of stuff...

Suddenly, your thoughts aren't that coherent, extensions start to mix and you suddenly find yourself getting out of a pink trunk, in a room full of mirrors, where ducks indeed have an echoing quack and pink pigs in Armani suites follow the yellow brick road that leads to the cat's hole...
you're the hole, you're the duck, you're the trunk, you're just a dot, you can't be seen from the moon, you're not immortal, you have no idea where you're headed, you really don't know what's next, you're lost, if only there were a map for existing, you would get it out right now, instead of wasting precious time on rethinking things that periodically come into your mind and never get solved...Stop wasting your life on stray thoughts...just stop, have a look around, maybe you'll come into your senses, stop looking at people in the subway, just look at their shoes, no, not their shoes, look at the prints, that's it, stay with the prints, hmm, Kylie is really hot, although she's too small, so is Christina and Jennifer and Selma so is my patience with you, stop wandering just start planning your final thesis, you can start now, right here, you have a pen and a note book, take them, out...slowly, that's funny, if someone were in my head right now...wait a minute, are you reading what I'm thinking???

Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like I love you...

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Olboy, new Guy

Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Weep and you weep alone.

Imagine being taken from the street, on a rainy day and being imprisoned for 15 years for no apparent reason. Would you try to kill yourself? Would you remember all the wrong you've done and all the people you have wronged? Would you go crazy if you didn't get to touch a human being in 15 years?...and, most importantly: Would you turn your life after the imprisonment into a quest for vengeance?

We never know what we're capable of until we're pushed to the edge, until we are desperate beyond comprehension. Do you have something you would kill for? How about something you would cut your tongue for? Do you like ants? :)

If any of these questions press a key on your brain's piano, you have got to see Chan-wook Park's Oldboy.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


I was curious where Bora Bora was, because it's something that I hear people talk about these days. It's a luxury travel destination that the rich can easily reach. I found out that it's in the South Pacific, in the French Polynesia, in the middle of no-land, in the Earth's biggest ocean.

Then I thought about Earth and I remembered a friend told me once that if the world were a community of 100 people, it would look something like this:

I started off dreaming of Bora Bora and ended up feeling privileged.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Lesson

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Oh Happy Summit, Oh joy for us :D

Summit week people, from the 2nd to the 4th of April.

The city is paralyzed, people are stocked on the streets by the law and order sentinels (quite a few: from regular police officers to water tanks).
Be careful! If you're in Bucharest and you just happen to have a photo camera in your possession, chances are you'll be stopped, questioned and searched by the police, they do mean Business.

If you happen to have any weapon-like object on yourselves, no matter how non-threatening it may seem to you (a Swiss army knife, a glass bottle of beer, your hands in your pockets :D), you can be considered suspicious and stopped on the street for no apparent good reason.

Apart from the locals' indisposition regarding the summit which includes police stocking and not being able to take the bus to work (for those unfortunate enough to work near the center of the summit-city), the foreigners have encountered a few problems themselves. Starting with the fantastic journalist-welcoming-committee at the airport, the wonderful lack of means of transportation (no taxis) and, of course, the always-present technical difficulties (no sound for the foreign journalists who were in another press-room during Bush Jr's speech).

How much money does the Romanian Government have to spend for all to be perfect if the 26 million EUR that were spent for this summit weren't enough?