Make life Your Stage regardless of Who watches

On stage

The mistake of being chosen,
When you aim for playing by spite,
In a game that’s both black and light,
Surely links to the parts of life
When one acts like a heated knife,
But the butter is not frozen.

Another untrained viewer’s eye,
Randomly passing near the scene,
A strange inkling to intervene
Might gently cross his stream of thought;
Possibly messing up a lot.
The watcher doesn’t get to try.

The spiteful actor battles much,
All faces turn to judge his moves.
His features fidget, they amuse.
He sends his words out into meaning,
Their loud silence sees no clinging
To ears that eat his kind for lunch.

He is alone on stage and nothing helps his mind.
The role he has is hard, some lines are forgotten;
Changes made from frame to frame seem all too sudden.
He is lost and feeble and under the spotlight
Wishing that, at casting, his acting wasn’t bright.
Strangely he feels himself as being mute and blind.

Bit under construction, this feature of existence
Can get you into places without any escapes
And it makes you face your nightmares’ gruesome theater drapes,
Which normally you threat so, because they always hide
An audience unfriendly and just so full of pride,
That boos off life’s stage the ones without experience.



Copyright © 2007 Luminita Stoica

10 things I hate about clubs

1. Dirty, small, unequipped bathrooms;
2. The nonexistence of non-smoking zones (real non-smoking zones, not the ones that say "non-smoking" and are exactly next to the smoking zone, and you cannot possibly avoid the smoke);
3. Small or inexistent dancing rings;
4. Rude/"deaf" bartenders/waitresses/waiters;
5. Huge prices but bad-service;
6. Same music playing with very little variation over and over and over and over...
7. Totally "fiddle-de-dee" advertising: you show the best and give the medium or worst => lack of credibility or unsubstantiated credibility (but that's what I hate about the majority of products that are being advertised; very few organizations have the decency to even try and be at least 60% honest with their customers);
8. Sleazy entertainers (girls/boys that dance on small podiums in the club) that can't dance;
9. Bad light shows;
10. Dangerous floor designs with no warnings.

There are a lot of other things, but these are the main 10. If you have your own, share with the class.

Meanwhile, take a look at this (no, it's not about clubs if that's what you're expecting):

New beat :D

It's a beautiful, semi-humid Saturday afternoon and I'm strolling through YouTube. After a few minutes of Jim Carrey I found myself listening to the Arctic Monkeys, awesome band if I do say so myself.



Somehow they remind me of Quentin Tarantino's films :), but if I listen a little bit longer they actually remind me of the White Stripes...these Brits, gotta love them, mainly because of the accent, but that's just my case.

Here's another Arctic Monkeys business :):

Control Freaks

We humans are all a bunch of control freaks, we want to know it all so we cannot be taken by surprise in a bad way and even if there's a good surprise involved, we still want to know what it is about, we want to be in charge, we want to have the power. Proofs of this eagerness to be superior than others or other things have been here for millennia, we wanted to be like the gods we invented, then we invented super-heroes, a modern version of the gods, and we wanted to be like them. There actually are people that really think they are superheroes or some that try, like people that want to do everything and be the best at all that they do.

To sustain even more the "need" to be almighty, Emotive Systems has developed a device called EPOC that enables users to control a computer game with brainwaves, basically you don't touch the keyboard or joy-stick , you just play with you mind.


I can see a lot of use for this in the medical aria, helping people with disabilities get around faster and living an easier life, but, as all invented things can be used for both good and evil, I can also see this device used to control tanks and planes from long distance and taking over rich oil regions without any casualties from the aggressor....yep, very useful indeed.

Bad, new haircut :(

I never imagined my hair meant that much to me, but it does. It's somehow connected to my state of mind, to my mood. Maybe I do act like a girl sometimes :).


After two very unsatisfying trips to the hair stylists, I have decided never to go to a woman hairstylist again, men are way better at this. Two women have managed to ruin what several males have beautifully preserved over 4 years now...

I guess in life you win some, you lose some...hair :D....and it doesn't matter how short my hair is, what matters is how and how much I think...or something like that:D.

Bloody Sad

I saw Lars and the Real Girl today and it made me bloody sad.



Sometimes people just replace things that they need with something. Usually the need for affection is replaced by other stuff. Some people replace it with alcohol of drugs, some bury themselves in work, others in films, others in blogs, others in books...we all have a surrogate positive energy stream, that doesn't involve human affection...or at least something to make the time between affection sessions pass faster :D.

When you're down, keep your mind occupied!

I don't understand people that, when faced with a problem that can very easily be solved through communication, choose to disconnect themselves from the other party and "Try not to think about it."

If you "try not to think about" all your problems, you will never solve anything, apart from the issues sorted out by sheer luck or coincidences. All my life I have tried to make people talk about what's on their mind, about their brain burdens. Many of them have opened up and found that verbalizing their problems and thoughts about them was way more helpful than wallowing in their self petty.

Still, I do agree that a period on your own, alone is necessary sometimes. When you feel bloody awful and you don't want to be seen or see anyone, people that want to talk about your problems make you run even farther away. But, if the problem directly involves two people and one wats to save something and talk about it and the other prefers to "try not to think about it", then that truly sucks for the party that wants to solve something.

Actually, that's how big problems start in this world, kids don't want to talk to their parents about who's bullying them at school, then they bring a gun to class and kill innocent people; husbands don't want to talk about their problems with their wives, instead they choose to beat them senseless to externalize their rage; students hate their teachers and they struggle to become teachers themselves so they can torture students just to get back at life; young people dream of becoming film directors, ambassadors, top managers and they end up being some firm's bitch in a small office in the financial department, taking files from one place to another for a living, coming home depressed, committing suicide at the age of 40 or dying from exhaustion at the age of 32, just because they didn't communicate what they truly wanted with their employers.

I admire those that dream even on their death beds, I admire people that take chances and choose to fail their way and not to succeed in other people's eyes, I admire people that believe in themselves and people that stay positive no matter what, I admire human beings that find time for themselves and don't waste their youth and health on jobs that they hate, just to get some CV experience, I admire people that stop doing what they come to dislike doing, I admire people that don't bullshit other people, I admire people that don't forget their promises or that are smart enough not to make promises if they know they don't have the power to keep them.

I would love for us to have an enchanted world, where good dreams do come true, where everything has a happy ending.