Hello, there, dearies! Long time, no see. Until you start blaming me for such inconsistent (to be understood as non-existent) writing, let me remind you that I am an extremely busy (to be read as lazy) individual and I am trying to solve the issue as we speak (by actually writing something).
I am currently on my so expected summer vacation and, to be honest, I have been bored to the bones so far. I just finished taking my finals, a.k.a. Baccalaureat and I must say that for the effort I put in it, I had huge (humongous might be more appropriate) results. In the order I took them, I got 9,75/10 in Romanian Language and Literature, 9,20/10 in Romanian History and 10/10 in the wonderful subject of Sociology (too bad I won't be studying that any further).
This means I only have to send in my diploma and I can consider myself a student of Journalism and PR at the University of Lincoln (cannot wait to see my hoodie!!!).
But for being fresh out of highschool, I really don't see the excitement in it. I feel like my vacation hasn't quite began and that I'm only getting more and more bored on high temperature. I am still waiting for fun-mode to kick in, but until then, I guess I'm going to be mocking my summer here a lot!
11.7.13
21.4.13
What one will do for money
For those that are to leave for college in the next half year or so, the financial part of this entire equation is the last to be neglected. We all understand how much money we need in order to mantain a balance in our closet/cupboard/entertainment/bill relationship. It may be mostly because many of us just now start to manage our finances, but the best (it is utopic) solution is having more if it. The money, I mean.
Due to this very reason, I sometimes find even greater gratitude in private tutoring. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be paid for tutoring and enlightening the minds of youngsters, but I'm talking about the cash my folks pay for me to get tutored and do great in my finals. Yes, they pay and I get the credit. Why? Because they're usually paying me, pouring money into my personal account. I am surely not a bad individual, but is it my fault that my teachers.have a life of their own and sometimes cancel at the last moment?
So far, I've been doing some off-track shopping with it, but I've also saved some for next year's expenses (the every now and then heel or necklace). And this is also what brought me to today's post. I am on one of those 2 hour aimless walks on Sunday morning. And instead of learning the tricks of Sociology, I'm enjoying on off-diet soda, using my Blogger app for the first time to write a post, planning on stalking some Instagram users and also to lay low and read a newspaper without getting spoted!
Until my next ramble, go online and watch Jenna Marbles!
16.4.13
It's what women do
I am a feminist. I am feminine. And everything that's related to women, I am. Therefore, I'm also a b*tch.
If you're a convinced feminist and believe we're the apple of God's eye... I've got news for you: he said to the entire world that he created us from a guy's rib. Yes, that how low he thinks about us. And more news? It's not too far from the truth.
Women have this completely imbecile thing for vengeance. We like to f*ck up our foes and make justice for our ego. But it kind of stands in the way of productivity. I know I've done it myself. A gazillion times. But I realized it and now I can feel it on my own skin.
I hate women who don't like me. It's easier with guys. I just hate the girly part.
If you're a convinced feminist and believe we're the apple of God's eye... I've got news for you: he said to the entire world that he created us from a guy's rib. Yes, that how low he thinks about us. And more news? It's not too far from the truth.
Women have this completely imbecile thing for vengeance. We like to f*ck up our foes and make justice for our ego. But it kind of stands in the way of productivity. I know I've done it myself. A gazillion times. But I realized it and now I can feel it on my own skin.
I hate women who don't like me. It's easier with guys. I just hate the girly part.
Dieting 101
In my many encounters with as many diets, I have found a number of obstacles. Some bigger than others. All they had in common was a joint force that kept my fat on my body. The biggest one? Murphy's freaking laws. <Br><BR>
Though I'm not sure of whether Murphy actually put anything like this in his laws, I'm sure you've noticed (in case you've ever held on to a diet for at least a week), that whenever you want to stay away from sweets and other culinary cravings, you see them absolutely everywhere: people in movies eat, TV ads are becoming more and more delicious looking, your mother suddenly decides to try a new cake recipe and so on. You get the point. <BR><BR>
And this is simply driving me insane! Especially now, since I'm on a strictly liquid cleansing diet (I'm secretly hoping to get rid of a couple <<more>> kilos too). Even at the gym! You know the threadmills that come equiped with TVs? They are not a blessing, they're a pain in the bottom! How can you lose weight when you, you know, see amazing cakes and juicy burgers all over that freaking TV? Is that motivating? I think not. And how am I going to reach my ideal weight until prom if I can't even get rid of nasty craving-inducers at the gym?<BR><BR>
Done rambling. This will become a college oriented blog. I promise!!!!!
Though I'm not sure of whether Murphy actually put anything like this in his laws, I'm sure you've noticed (in case you've ever held on to a diet for at least a week), that whenever you want to stay away from sweets and other culinary cravings, you see them absolutely everywhere: people in movies eat, TV ads are becoming more and more delicious looking, your mother suddenly decides to try a new cake recipe and so on. You get the point. <BR><BR>
And this is simply driving me insane! Especially now, since I'm on a strictly liquid cleansing diet (I'm secretly hoping to get rid of a couple <<more>> kilos too). Even at the gym! You know the threadmills that come equiped with TVs? They are not a blessing, they're a pain in the bottom! How can you lose weight when you, you know, see amazing cakes and juicy burgers all over that freaking TV? Is that motivating? I think not. And how am I going to reach my ideal weight until prom if I can't even get rid of nasty craving-inducers at the gym?<BR><BR>
Done rambling. This will become a college oriented blog. I promise!!!!!
25.3.13
The National Issue
Well, here's something I never thought I'd be discussing: the national issue. In the past couple of days, everyone has been rambling about the fact that a 15 (am I correct?) year old wore a distinctive Romanian symbol at school during the Hungarian National Day. The problem was: this was happening in Romania. And the bigger issue? The girl was threatened because of this. I am usually not too much of a judge when it comes to cases like this one, but this, particularly, caught my eye. I'm not sure if it's because of the girl being threatened because she wore that sign or because a teacher was the one to do that. I am not even sure if it's because this happened in Romania, where Hungarians are a very big issue since they are a minority that refuses to accept current regulations regarding their status. However, I'm not here to discuss history, but to discuss my personal opinion on these ramblings. Yes, that's what they are: ramblings.
So here we are: a humongous amount of people (17.392 likes on the community) is following and supporting the madness of a teenager that had run out of means of being the center of attention. If any of you took the time to hear her speak, you'll notice her huge lack of enthusiasm. This isn't something she believes in, but something that's going to give her 15 minutes of fame. Hopefully. Because if she receives more than her freaking 15 minutes, she's going to cause something big, like a revolution. I am really afraid of what stupid people are capable of doing. I've had to deal with this my entire life. I might not be this generation's Einstein, but I can smell empty heads from a distance. I've been faced with this phenomenon for a long while and the most acute case of stupidity is patriotism. Call me weird, but since the revolutions that took place a lot of time ago, people haven't had that true sense of love for their country. In Romania, this is especially damaging.
Before we move on, let me tell you about this thing in RO: We have a normal country, it's not beautiful, but it isn't too ugly either. People are lovely (the majority I mean) and we have a great potential. Well, at least some of us. However, the vast majority attributes our bad situation on politics. I am sure that some of it is due to them, but all of it is actually because of people: we are the ones that elect politicians, we are the mind of the country. And we blame others for it and expect others to solve it for us. That is why, when someone excels in Olympiads, we give them no credit: they're geeks. But when they decide to go abroad, we judge them for leaving the country and not helping improve the situation. Romanians tend to lay in their beds and expect a new and modern Moses to take them to the promised land. And by taking them, I mean teleporting them. No Romanian would even think of moving his arse somwhere. Anywhere. So they simply judge from behind their computer screens or TVs.
So here we are to the more important topic: where will this teenager's nonsense stop? For a people that doesn't like to act, this is awfully serious because, besides likes and shares, they've met in squares and held manifestos. What will they do in their stupidity? And why is it that they acted now and not when something more important happened? It is a serious issue and I've been faced and been horrified by it, but what is it that made them act now?
* In case you were wondering, I once participated in an National Olympiad in Cluj and met a certain Rebecca. She spoke amazing English and I wanted to congratulate her, so I called her and started telling how I admired her: in Romanian. Sadly enough, she didn't understand a word: she lived somewhere in the North-West of the country and her only spoken languages were Hungarian and English.*
With this, I rest my plea and wonder what the idiots will do next. So far, so good, I'm leaving in 5 months. But I admire those that have the brains to leave but choose to stay here. To you, all of my respects!
So here we are: a humongous amount of people (17.392 likes on the community) is following and supporting the madness of a teenager that had run out of means of being the center of attention. If any of you took the time to hear her speak, you'll notice her huge lack of enthusiasm. This isn't something she believes in, but something that's going to give her 15 minutes of fame. Hopefully. Because if she receives more than her freaking 15 minutes, she's going to cause something big, like a revolution. I am really afraid of what stupid people are capable of doing. I've had to deal with this my entire life. I might not be this generation's Einstein, but I can smell empty heads from a distance. I've been faced with this phenomenon for a long while and the most acute case of stupidity is patriotism. Call me weird, but since the revolutions that took place a lot of time ago, people haven't had that true sense of love for their country. In Romania, this is especially damaging.
Before we move on, let me tell you about this thing in RO: We have a normal country, it's not beautiful, but it isn't too ugly either. People are lovely (the majority I mean) and we have a great potential. Well, at least some of us. However, the vast majority attributes our bad situation on politics. I am sure that some of it is due to them, but all of it is actually because of people: we are the ones that elect politicians, we are the mind of the country. And we blame others for it and expect others to solve it for us. That is why, when someone excels in Olympiads, we give them no credit: they're geeks. But when they decide to go abroad, we judge them for leaving the country and not helping improve the situation. Romanians tend to lay in their beds and expect a new and modern Moses to take them to the promised land. And by taking them, I mean teleporting them. No Romanian would even think of moving his arse somwhere. Anywhere. So they simply judge from behind their computer screens or TVs.
So here we are to the more important topic: where will this teenager's nonsense stop? For a people that doesn't like to act, this is awfully serious because, besides likes and shares, they've met in squares and held manifestos. What will they do in their stupidity? And why is it that they acted now and not when something more important happened? It is a serious issue and I've been faced and been horrified by it, but what is it that made them act now?
* In case you were wondering, I once participated in an National Olympiad in Cluj and met a certain Rebecca. She spoke amazing English and I wanted to congratulate her, so I called her and started telling how I admired her: in Romanian. Sadly enough, she didn't understand a word: she lived somewhere in the North-West of the country and her only spoken languages were Hungarian and English.*
With this, I rest my plea and wonder what the idiots will do next. So far, so good, I'm leaving in 5 months. But I admire those that have the brains to leave but choose to stay here. To you, all of my respects!
8.3.13
You'd love my parents
Serene day today. Mother's Day and Woman's Day all over the world. Girls, teenagers, mothers and grandmothers all together celebrating each other. A pleasure for a feminist like myself. Except for when I have to deal with my folks. Both of them. Yes, my mom included.
I walked in the house today after some gift-shopping and went to ask my dad:
"Hey, why did you get mom a present and me none?" I asked, more as a joke than as the real deal. What he answered was awful for my ears. "You haven't reached that stage in your life yet", he responded.
I thought it was funny as he had said to me a couple of days ago how I was almost 20 and had new responsabilities and now he was saying me that I wasn't old enough to be considered a woman. I was, let's say ok, with it, though I felt a little bit bad. So I went to tell my mother the story and how funny I would find it and guess what: she believed it was the truth. She told me that I wasn't a woman yet. Though I tend to agree, I asked her why: "Because you're not married."
And that was, to say the least, extremely sad. My own mother was the living proof of how under-evolved we really are. Is the female part of the species mature enough only when tied to a male? Bloody hell, that ain't true!
The more I grow, the more I want to be the opposite of my parents. I guess they are, in one twisted way, an example for me.
I walked in the house today after some gift-shopping and went to ask my dad:
"Hey, why did you get mom a present and me none?" I asked, more as a joke than as the real deal. What he answered was awful for my ears. "You haven't reached that stage in your life yet", he responded.
I thought it was funny as he had said to me a couple of days ago how I was almost 20 and had new responsabilities and now he was saying me that I wasn't old enough to be considered a woman. I was, let's say ok, with it, though I felt a little bit bad. So I went to tell my mother the story and how funny I would find it and guess what: she believed it was the truth. She told me that I wasn't a woman yet. Though I tend to agree, I asked her why: "Because you're not married."
And that was, to say the least, extremely sad. My own mother was the living proof of how under-evolved we really are. Is the female part of the species mature enough only when tied to a male? Bloody hell, that ain't true!
The more I grow, the more I want to be the opposite of my parents. I guess they are, in one twisted way, an example for me.
5.3.13
Ambition
So here we are again: writing and rambling. My latest interest has been the omnipresent fashion scandal. Pardon me, circus. It's an international trend based on Suzy Menkes' article: The Circus of Fashion and a variety of responses. Fashion bloggers are now occupying the streets of whatever city the Fashion Week is held in and it's like a ostro-zebra runway all over the place. Well, fashion bloggers is a very wide term as it now hosts not only meanings that refer to the true concept, but also individuals who run after 15 minutes of fame and designer clothing. Wait... what? Oh, yeah... I was a little bit dreamy out there: absolutely everyone who blogs about fashion is after the fame and the free designer clothing! It might be from the need of leveling up from your current social environment or simply the need to, you know... stand out?
I started out this way. My blog was my path towards fame and glory. And a walk-in closet full of designer shoes and handbags. However, I sadly realized I was going nowhere, not with so many individuals craving the same thing and many of them having so many more means of attaining it: maybe an already huge walk-in closet, maybe the money to buy the equipment. I don't have either of them. So I now indulge myself in letting my blog becoming, once again, my personal style blog. (No, no, I'm not talking about this one. This is meant for PMS-me, when I shed my issues with the world, not the beauty I see in it. And yes, I do see the beauty of the world, often.) I decided to start spreading my 3 big passions in it: fashion ( I am now more aware of how I post and what I post), journalism ( I am trying to add more depth and substance to it by sharing at least a good article per week beside photos) and PR ( which is not about writing, but about building my image even further. My current goal may not be the freebies anymore, but knowing I have the power to create an image, a brand, that is empowering!).
You might think it's silly saying this here, but I believe this is the best form of ambition for me: not setting deadlines for learning something or by planning my schedule before an exam/meeting/interview. That just something I believe anyone can achieve at some point. So here's for a nice post, among the future many ugly ones. And hateful ones.
I started out this way. My blog was my path towards fame and glory. And a walk-in closet full of designer shoes and handbags. However, I sadly realized I was going nowhere, not with so many individuals craving the same thing and many of them having so many more means of attaining it: maybe an already huge walk-in closet, maybe the money to buy the equipment. I don't have either of them. So I now indulge myself in letting my blog becoming, once again, my personal style blog. (No, no, I'm not talking about this one. This is meant for PMS-me, when I shed my issues with the world, not the beauty I see in it. And yes, I do see the beauty of the world, often.) I decided to start spreading my 3 big passions in it: fashion ( I am now more aware of how I post and what I post), journalism ( I am trying to add more depth and substance to it by sharing at least a good article per week beside photos) and PR ( which is not about writing, but about building my image even further. My current goal may not be the freebies anymore, but knowing I have the power to create an image, a brand, that is empowering!).
You might think it's silly saying this here, but I believe this is the best form of ambition for me: not setting deadlines for learning something or by planning my schedule before an exam/meeting/interview. That just something I believe anyone can achieve at some point. So here's for a nice post, among the future many ugly ones. And hateful ones.
1.3.13
5 Out Of 5
Yey! Happy, happy, joy, joy! I just received my last acceptance letter from the promised land of the United Kingdom, so now I can brag of how well skilled I am in the areas of Journalism and PR, not to mention on what a kick-ass application letter my brilliant mind was able to conceive. There, there... if you didn't get your acceptance letters by now, I'm sure you can get some other choices stacked up for you this week. Don't consider this an insult or a snobby remark, but take it as a sign: you might realize those weren't the best choices you could have made and faith is giving you a chance to do what you want and where you want. This is a subject I'll be whining about in a future post, though. Now, I'm just happy!
Now, let's dig in my 5 choices (did I say I got 5 out of 5? Yes, oh well, goodie then!)and the torment of my next couple of weeks.
1. Lincoln University - Journalism and Public Relations
2. University of Chester - Marketing & Public Relations and Journalism
3. University of the West of England - Journalism and Public Relations
4. The University of Nottingham - German and International Media & Communications Studies
5. University of Bedfordshire - Journalism and Public Relations
My favorite is by far the double degree over at Chester, though I might add that Nottingham sounds a little bit tempting. And so does Lincoln. Or maybe Bedfordshire? Yes, as you can see, I'm deeply troubled with the choice of higher education my parents will (very hard) pay for.
For now, I'm simply indulging in dreaming of my perfect life in England, without having any specific decor in mind.
Now, let's dig in my 5 choices (did I say I got 5 out of 5? Yes, oh well, goodie then!)and the torment of my next couple of weeks.
1. Lincoln University - Journalism and Public Relations
2. University of Chester - Marketing & Public Relations and Journalism
3. University of the West of England - Journalism and Public Relations
4. The University of Nottingham - German and International Media & Communications Studies
5. University of Bedfordshire - Journalism and Public Relations
My favorite is by far the double degree over at Chester, though I might add that Nottingham sounds a little bit tempting. And so does Lincoln. Or maybe Bedfordshire? Yes, as you can see, I'm deeply troubled with the choice of higher education my parents will (very hard) pay for.
For now, I'm simply indulging in dreaming of my perfect life in England, without having any specific decor in mind.
27.2.13
The TV Circus
Well, hello there, minions! If you're here from the very beginning, you'll certainly see me at my worst and, hopefully, at my best! Now, as I intend to dedicate my life to the media, I wish to tell you a little bit about one of my latest experiences: being invited to speak at a local TV show. In case you're thinking it's a brag-about-how-amazing-my-life-is-post, let me cut it short: it's not.
I arrived at the TV studio in my dad's car after struggling to find the weird white building for 15 minutes together with a friend. We arrived about half an hour before the show was supposed to start and engaged in a lively conversation with one of the hosts. The guy's a really cute kid and I can see he's got some brains too. The conversation lasted around 10 minutes, until the other guests arrived: 3 (well, actually one of them is a little bit normal) absolutely mind-blowing special individuals. No, they're not crippled or anything, they only have one major flaw: they are stupid!
This being said, you will ask me: "Well, ok... So they're dumb. What stops you from leaving the room?". I didn't leave the room, I just splurged in checking my Facebook wall, a couple of times. But then, the real problem came up: we had to go on set. Here is where I'll make a confession: the show has been aired every Tuesday for a couple of months, but I have never seen any one of them, until now. Since we were last, I had to stay and listen to the entire show. The 45 minutes before me were excruciating!
I had met them before and knew more or less about how they were, but this period of time (you might say short), made me understand that some sayings are, indeed, true:
"When you die, you don't know, so you don't suffer. However, those around you do: they grieve and cry. It's the same thing with being stupid!"
I am not sure who said this, but I've gotta give him credit. Listening to some people uttering words about whose meaning they knew 0 and only did this so they would look smart was the experience of a lifetime. I know I'm going to meet so many more people like this in my life, but I'm hoping that it will happen on rare occasions.
Another confession? I felt my brain burn an hour or so after the show ended. I will never be able to erase those sounds/images off of my memory.
I arrived at the TV studio in my dad's car after struggling to find the weird white building for 15 minutes together with a friend. We arrived about half an hour before the show was supposed to start and engaged in a lively conversation with one of the hosts. The guy's a really cute kid and I can see he's got some brains too. The conversation lasted around 10 minutes, until the other guests arrived: 3 (well, actually one of them is a little bit normal) absolutely mind-blowing special individuals. No, they're not crippled or anything, they only have one major flaw: they are stupid!
This being said, you will ask me: "Well, ok... So they're dumb. What stops you from leaving the room?". I didn't leave the room, I just splurged in checking my Facebook wall, a couple of times. But then, the real problem came up: we had to go on set. Here is where I'll make a confession: the show has been aired every Tuesday for a couple of months, but I have never seen any one of them, until now. Since we were last, I had to stay and listen to the entire show. The 45 minutes before me were excruciating!
I had met them before and knew more or less about how they were, but this period of time (you might say short), made me understand that some sayings are, indeed, true:
I am not sure who said this, but I've gotta give him credit. Listening to some people uttering words about whose meaning they knew 0 and only did this so they would look smart was the experience of a lifetime. I know I'm going to meet so many more people like this in my life, but I'm hoping that it will happen on rare occasions.
Another confession? I felt my brain burn an hour or so after the show ended. I will never be able to erase those sounds/images off of my memory.
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