I simply couldn't post anything in the past two months and I know that I will not do it anymore soon.
I have sooo many changes going on in my life right now and I feel so different. This is the end of the first season of my movie. Maybe a little too short and senseless.
I want to end this with a few of my favourite movie quotes. All from Ally Mcbeal and I feel and believe every word:
"Never trust a second thought. Where there is two there is three. You will end up thinking forever."
"The truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content, 'cause then what I actually like is the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it.
"I can't believe my life. One minute it's going okay, I mean...as okay as my life can get, then the gong knocks me completely off my feet. "
"I can always tell when something big is about to happen. Whether it's going to be good or bad, I can always tell. I can always feel it coming on. " :)
I know I will get back to blogging, more seriously, differently and in a different place. I do not know it when...
Stiti acele mici filmulete facute din poze din momente cruciale din viata, cheie? Le pui frumos una dupa ala, se ruleaza... adaugi niste comentarii din loc in loc si pui o piesa de efect pe fundal. Boxe la maxim si oameni in public ce admira fara sa se miste. Sau doar tu in fata propriului monitor cu castile pe urechi.
Azi am trait ceva momente ce probabil le-as pune intr-un astfel de filmulet la o aniversare [nu stiu de ce natura] sau de un Craciun doar pentru mine... in 3 ani de acum.
Toate capitolele din filmuletzul meu incep pe o strada. Mersul pe jos pe Pasteur, pe langa Gradina Botanica. Dimineata devreme, cu pas vioi, ochi somnorosi si zambet mare pe fata. Trec pe langa micuta Biserica, intotdeauna incetinesc. Ma gandesc la cum nu am intrat pe poarta aceea de mult si cum as vrea, la cum de fiecare data cand trec Ii spun un gand scurt despre mine. Imi inchipui cum poate toti trecatorii fac asta si El nu mai face fata cantitatii de informatie :)
Poza 1: Ma duc la Bacalaureat, prima proba. Am fusta si pantofii roz cei noi asortati la camasa. Trebuie sa cobor si Piezisa, inca are pietre imense in loc de asfalt si pantoful ramane blocat intre doua pietre. "D'soara hai ca facem accident!" striga nenea ditr-o masina iar eu iau pantoful la mana. N-am mai fost pe Piezisa dom'le, n-am stiut!
Poza2: ma duc in caminul 14 Hasdeu. Noroc ca sunt din Cluj si stiu unde e Hasdeul! Trebuie sa merg pe Pasterur in jos... si e undeva pe langa Piezisa. Yes right... am intrebat vreo 3 studenti sa fiu sigura ca asta e complexul de camine, si am cerut indrumari catre AIESEC.
Pozele 3 -> n: Toamna - Iarna 2004, tot 2005 si pana in prezent. Imaginati-va cate ganduri I-am spus Lui incetinind langa Bisericuta!! Triste, vesele, plangand, cu zambetul pe buze, formulate sau unele doar un suspin sau o privire fara cuvinte. Uneori cobor pe strada fara sa vad macar oamenii ce trec pe langa mine, uneori ii analizez atent si ma intreb unde merg. Uneori merg ca Ally Mcbeal cu un cantec in gand si flirtand cu cate un trecator zambaret. Pe langa toate astea Piezisa are azi asfalt si e una din cele mai bune strazi din Cluj.
Poza n+1: Ma indrept spre sediu fara scop precis. Vreau sa vad daca e cineva acolo. E lume muncind si eu chiar nu am ce sa fac acolo. Merg la British Council sa-mi fac permis. Am rezolvat in 6 minute si pornesc spre Manastur. In statia de pe Motilor l-am vazut primul meu profesor de "Informatica". Palatul copiilor prin '99, am invatat sa dau primul click si era o mandrie sa faci cursuri cu "batranelul". Azi arata exact la fel, as fi putut sa jur ca erau chiar aceleasi haine! la fel de batranel, nu mai batran.
Imi dau seama cu adevarat ca am inceput si incheiat multe capitole in acesti ani, ca in curand mai inchei unul. Ca nu vreau sa uit oamenii si ii vreau pe toti intr-o poza, ca nu stiu ce fac daca vreodata se inchide strada Pasteur sau Hasdeu-ul, ca totul se invarte si termina mult prea repede. Sunt Ardeleanca dam it! :)
For the first time I actually felt close to all the people next to me in the past 3 days, they became so dear to me, I care for them and never told them this. I do now: you guys are closer and more dear to me than never before.
About 6 of us were getting prepared to take a photo next to the sea, on a small concrete hold. We were almost ready, just sitting really close to each other and not moving, waiting for the picture to be taken. In a matter of maybe one second the concrete broke under us. That wasn't so good as behind us was a wall of stones and the sea. Not so high, but feeling that we are really falling felt so long and scary. It is not just me saying it felt like 3 minutes not 3 seconds. Those 3 seconds were terrifying for me. Just for those 3 seconds, felt like 3 minutes, I had death in my mind. My death and theirs. Not just the end of life, but something really bad. I was damn scared of this and admit it.
We were actually ok and "landed" as safe as possible. Alinuta was the only one who hit her head on a stone and she said nothing for some moments. Next to me was Dora and her. I held them both so strong, each with one hand, and Dora held Alinutza. This was what saved us and that we all held against each other. I never thought I could be so strong.
It was Alinutza's birthday that day and I don't know why when I saw her lying there I had the most scary 3 seconds of my life. Some screams, some very little panic moments, bruises and we were all ok.
For me it is the second time I am seconds or inches away from death. The first one was on the way to a conference, at about 2 inches away from a truck and 3 seconds not to go under it at high speed. Then I was really calm and just looking at the truck in front of us without moving or breathing. Nobody in the car spoke for the next 5 minutes and we just went on and didn't stop.
Yupiii... I found another great thing that is helping me spend less time in the Internet jungle, or at least it is making the journey much easier. Google Reader - I was a google fan anyway, so now I am really happy I can receive directly new posts from the blogs I read or websites I like.
Quite late, I know, don't tell me :) I actually feel like discovering the light bulb!!!
Post number 50 and I don't think I have actually introduced myself. I am Dalia.
Here is what wikipedia says I am and most probably I will tell you many times in many ways who I am, here.
Surprised to see that actually my name not only comes from the flowers name, but from the Swedish botanist Anders Dahl and that the dahlia is the official flower of the city of Seattle. Two new things for today.
Unfortunately the web only could say one thing about my meaning: "Fragrant" Hehe :) Now you either understand what you want from that or I will tell you later what I am all about.
Stefan says today it is the day against loveand that "when the day fights against our love, we need to fight back".
September 11, 1983 first child of a family, a baby boy was born. He was the best thing that could have happened to those people, beautiful and smart kid. He was reading and writing at age of 4. He was diagnosed with leukemia at 5 and past away a few days before his 6th birthday, so aware of what is going to happen to him. This is the case when you simply just say"it was written"... because a mother has no other explanation. You cannot fight back.
Sometimes every day it's a day for love and sometimes it's against it. I always seem to stop feeling anything in this kind of days: breath, blink and do the normal activities. One big sigh late in the night and this is it., a day for remembering the love...nothing more.
I simply couldn't post anything in the past two months and I know that I will not do it anymore soon.
