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Letter to a friend’s friend


Dear friend of a friend,

you probably don’t recall this, but I do. We’ve had a little chat a while ago. While you probably went home right afterwards with your earplugs in your ears and your mind far away, I didn’t forget the things you’ve said. I didn’t  because in a matter of minutes you messed up all my principles and you took everything I believe in and mocked it with a dumb smile on your face. So I had to rethink my attitude a bit, worried that I might have been wrong all my life. Thinking that I was a fool. You looked at me, no doubt, as one looks at a naive child, who still has to learn about this cruel, cruel world he is about to step in.

You took all my friends and generalised. I hate generalisations. How dare you say everyone is bad at their chore? Oh, that’s not what you meant? You called me inferior, even if you talked it smoothly, with your foreign expressions, but, no worries, the mocking glance looks the same on everyone’s face, no matter how ‘well-bred’ they are. I don’t know what you read when you were little, I don’t know what you believe in, I don’t know what keeps you moving through your life and I don’t know about the things you dream at night. But now, you’ve made me curious, because whatever it is, I never want to have any of that. I will refuse to believe, no matter how old I will get and regardless of the tears that will try to drown me, I will refuse to believe even for one second that this world is, in its chore bad. I can’t believe. I refuse to look cynical at everyone I encounter, only because they might look at me the same way. I will defend to death the beauty of my world, because I fell in love with it before I even got here. Don’t you tell me people are perverse, because I will throw in your face a thousand struggling kids, good kids, who still get flowers for their mothers and a thousand artists, who still get inspired, every day, by the beauty of it all. I will point out for you thousands of people who stay together, every day, only because they got addicted to each other’s smiles. Don’t you tell me you’re nothing without a plan at twenty. Twenty is the age of no plans, didn’t they tell you that? Twenty is the age for love and laughs and learning, yes, but they don’t work separately, my friend’s friend. Don’t you tell me my friends will laugh at me behind my back, because you know nothing about them. What do you know about our sleepless nights and long hours discussing the stars? I bet there’s no place in your timetable for magic and what a shame that is. You have so much time to be cynical. You have so much time to be bitter, don’t waste your twenties. Don’t spend your precious time judging everyone around you, because you’ll waste it. And then, no wonder you haven’t got a second in your day to admire a flower or read a beautiful quote or merely think about how something made you feel.

You live so fast. You tried to convince me I am a majority, when I already know I’m not. You tried to convince me that the nights I spend dancing and laughing are going to damage me, but you had lost me before finishing that foolish idea, because I was already remembering that beautiful night that turned too quickly to daylight. You even tried to take my books and convince me that knowing statistics is far more useful, but by then I was already thinking that a story waits me at home, that my characters are waiting for me to define their journey.

So, my friend’s friend, the next time we meet, let’s just agree to disagree. If you want to keep your black and white perspective, by all means do, but don’t share your glasses with me, because I don’t need them. I don’t need your negativity, because my mother put flowers in my hair when I was a little girl and I’ve felt like a princess over a beautifully coloured world ever since. Call me an optimist with that dumb smile of yours and you’ll make me the biggest compliment. I won’t waste any of my time being cynical. You do that and let me be the irrational one. Let me feel too deep, let me experience more happiness and more pain than you’ll ever know. I take that, I take it with all my heart.



P.S. Next time, you should spend more time looking at the beautiful girls that were passing by, rather than argue with me. Or is that only the habit of ‘disgusting perverts’? I wouldn’t know, I’ve never denied myself the presence of beauty.

I’m Van Gogh


Because tomorrow is my birthday the previous night I had a little sleepover with two friends. Funny enough three 16 year old girls ( we like to call ourselves mature from time to time ) ended up watching Ice Age while eating bacon and Pringles until 4 am in the morning.
Ok, it was fun. More than I’ve had in a while. We played games without STOPING and listened to Muse and The Kooks. So I could say my birthday was pretty good.
My mom couldn’t understand why I don’t want a party to invite more people, and I didn’t really know how to explain her that I don’t feel comfortable around so many people. Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway. If you ever have a sleepover I made a list of some activities you can do, after my own experience.

1. Play cards. Whoever loses must receive a dare.
Dare ideas ( we did those ) :
Cinnamon challenge ( eat a spoon full of cinnamon ).
Call someone and tell them the rules of monopoly.
Karaoke your favourite song.
Recite dramatically a poem.
Run outside singing ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber.
Name all dwarves from Snow White in 30 sec. Those you couldn’t name will be written on you.
Eat cake without using your hands.
Put makeup on another person. blindfolded.
2. Watch a cartoon movie. ( or any movie, but those are more fun )
3. Game. You must write a known person, or a fictional one, on a piece of paper and stick it to the forehead of the player to your left. Stay in a circle all of you and try to guess who you are by asking Yes/No questions.

Those would be some ideas, but have fun discovering games you like, as well.

Have fun!!


Happy Thanksgiving


Right, so happy Thanksgiving to all Americans!! 🙂 have a nice celebration.
And to the rest of us… Enjoy your day ( or what it’s left of it. )

I must say what I am thankful for?

•Music, earphones, books, posters, movies, journals, sunglasses and warm weather, neardiness, comic books, photo cameras, piano music, Chopin CDs, colorful pijamas…

Oh, and being healthy, having the best family and nice friends and such… Of course.


Family, Friends, Mika


Thanksgiving is knocking on our door and I’ve decided to reevaluate the things I’m thankful for. Beside the obvious pleasures of life such as chocolate, puppies and books the top things for which I’m thankful are my family, friends and Mika.

My family.
Kind, stubborn and funny. They know me at my worst and still let me sleep under their roof. They may nerve me from time to time – but hey – we’re family. They support me, in everything I want to achieve and help me give the best there is in me. They are there when no one else is. They are overprotective and they panic a lot, all because, well, they love me. I am thankful for that.

My friends.
Loud, crazy and awesome. Because they know the song in my head and sing it along. Because of all the inside jokes and magic times spent together. Because we are all different and unique in our own way. Because whatever happens we are there for each other, and we stick together for better or for worse. Because nothing in the world could bring us down. Because we can read our minds. Because of this and that and many more, I love you good old friends ( special thanks to Ada, Stefi, Cati, Bogdan and Matei ).

Brilliant, genius and absolutely lovable. I am thankful for music in general but there is this one singer that helped me more than a lot : Mika. Since I started listening to his music, I knew a star was born. His music is more than instruments gathered together. His music is passion, craziness, youth and power. He can make me smile when no one else can. He and his music helped a lot of young people and made me realize, it’s okay to be different. Different is good, black is not a colour and wear rainbow. He does what he loves without caring what others think and I’m thankful for the lessons he has thought me.

Indeed I have a lot to be thankful for.
P.S. Among these I am thankful for much, much more.




Today we’ve been asked in school what we think when we hear “teenager” . I’ve heard answers like “adventure” and “trying new experiences”. When someone said shyness, they all disagreed, and strangely it’s the one I agreed most with. How else is it called when you are afraid to even talk to a stranger. I am fully aware there are outgoing persons out there. Then I questioned myself, maybe it’s me the wrong and strange one and not them. They have circles of friends that think like them, I have 1. But I’m happy. Cause you know what. This one or two best friends I’ve got, their the friends. They know everything there is to know. We know when ” sure” means “no way” when “I could come..” means ” I’m dying to come” . And I love them. Cheers to them!


New Beginnings


Hello, dear person who is reading this. What i want all of you to know is that it was not my idea to do this blog. No way. My bestfriend, great girl and blogger started this. She inspired me to do this too, so here we go. My blog will perhaps have no specific topic. It’s just me, writing what I feel, thoughts on a blank desktop. It may sound a bit strange but I’ve never been one to express what i feel. Every person I truly trust knows it’s kind of hard to gain my friendship. I am afraid of new experiences, I may even be a little weird, as my mom said: “Don’t worry, kids can’t be stranger than you”. But, don’t worry I’m an optimistic and romantic at heart, so my posts won’t be emotional. At least not that much. Cheers, beautiful world.