tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53740151692685441232011-07-30T17:03:53.137+01:00Randomized small pieces of thought.Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-91658604449364517832011-02-04T04:23:00.003Z2011-02-04T04:34:45.010Z

Or attempt to return.Writing makes one grow, and writing makes one remember and discern.Today, I am painting my nails purple, to go with the stockings I wore yesterday.Today, I am wearing my "tipa, tipa, wazo fe nich li" T-shirt. Because I believe that little by little, the bird builds its nest.Today, I danced Zumba, and I fulfilled a dream from three years ago.Today, I am reading about my

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-67649160762498423862010-02-19T06:22:00.001Z2010-02-19T06:23:24.080Z

When people are sad, they remember the past.

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-37264880341928789402009-04-23T17:35:00.002+01:002009-04-23T17:36:59.550+01:00

Vrei o bucata din mine?Poftim, ia doua, si-asa sunt mici.

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“You have it all now,” he said.She knew that people were not toys. And that even toys make their way into your nightmares if you break them in pieces.

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Today, I thought that I like riding the metro by myself at night. And that all choices in life are random, which turns the latter into a Brownian motion. It's far more interesting this way. Maine e o noua zi. Look forward to it, ca asa-i sta bine omului, entuziasmat.Don't get me wrong. I've always been a positive thinker. I think that pavements are made for dancing in a boundless space and that

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Măh nene.Dragilor, iubiţilor, se-nţelege.Scriu din perspectiva omului care nu s-a dus cu Pluguşorul anul ăsta.Vreau şi eu, pe lumea asta, adică acum, aici, în prezent (carevasăzică), să găsesc ceva, sau pe cineva, care să mă inspire. Sau o situaţie. Sau o conversaţie oarecare, poate cu un străin, sau poate cu o străină, sau poate cu un bătrân – om trecut prin viaţă, cu un rid adânc, sau poate

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-35404964431319243802008-12-31T01:54:00.019Z2009-01-17T14:32:54.187Z

Context: Nessa and G. doing internship applications, one day before the deadline. They decide that Facebook might be a good start and provide good inspiration for the “describe your personal strengths” part. They are eating oranges and they type.G: An orange is like a person.The juice represents the tears of suffering. Squeezed by malicious hands, scheming evil. In the late hours of the night.The

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Context:Sidney Webb House, London, friends together.Fragments of deeply engaging conversation that occurred late at night in my room.G.: I have to discipline myself. If I read 10 more pages I can have two more cubes of chocolate.Anh: You’re still at page 106. Wait. How come you’re at page 106? When did you read this much?[long break in conversation]G.: Oh, I actually started at chapter 6. Page 96

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-38070483397800198362008-11-27T22:24:00.010Z2009-01-17T14:35:41.301Z

I haven’t written a “proper” blog entry in a long time. Now, however, I do have some random thoughts to share.1. Instant coffee turns out to be a pretty good replacement for the badly Nessa-made normal one.2. My friend Dan has been writing quite a lot lately. I have been reading his blog and it's brilliant. Read, enjoy, learn, get informed. Thank you, Dan.3. London got pretty cold and I don’t

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-7397149105388757192008-11-23T21:41:00.000Z2008-11-23T21:57:32.728Z

Context:G. studies in Italy at present and came to briefly visit London…for three weeks. G. loves travelling.Saturday:Geeky A. and Nessa (London hosts) decide not to go to Oxford because of schoolwork. They assume they will meet G. back in London on Monday, when he is supposed to return from Oxford where he visits another friend.They don’t know that:G. suddenly decides to leave to Bratislava from

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-48026131241396646232008-11-23T21:20:00.000Z2008-11-23T21:44:40.079Z

Facebook message:"wait i just checked, the oxford tube should be coming in about 4 in the afternoon in Victoria Station tomorrow. I can send you a textYo dude, sorry, i think i've been dialing too many numbers this past night, i might have called you a couple times. Awwhh dude, Oxford is too crazy, i dont think i can cope with this. Matt took me to meet his Jamaican friend Ayman, and then... we

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-33047609221468760492008-10-09T22:01:00.000+01:002008-10-09T22:05:23.268+01:00

Context: London I had almost no money left on my Oyster Card** today and I decided that I am grown-up enough to take the bus from school to home, by myself, without boarding the wrong bus, without paying 4 pounds for the underground, without getting lost. So I did. I boarded the right one. In the right direction. And saved money. But then the bus broke down in the middle of the road, close to

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Lots of things have been going on lately. With myself too, but especially in the stock market.Today, I came back from the mountains to discover that Lehman filed for bankruptcy and no other bank offered to acquire them. Their stock went down 75% in three days, after a bad earnings release last week. I wouldn't have expected bankruptcy, though... I probably put emotions ahead of reason too much on

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-21519807273616381772008-09-02T18:30:00.000+01:002008-09-03T08:02:23.044+01:00

I got very excited today as I came back from my grandparents and checked how things are going on on Bloomberg.As I predicted, oil was in a bubble. It fell all the way to $108 from its $145 peak in July. That's under the $110 limit that I was expecting - even if the Dow is just partially stable. Congrats to all of those who were shorting it! We'll see what's going to happen next.Small things like

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-71495759124369112742008-08-26T21:35:00.000+01:002008-08-26T21:53:52.944+01:00

Turns out that my cheese-shaped mug is not cheese-shaped, but sponge-shaped.It is also called Sponge-Bob. I was supposed to remember this/know Sponge-Bob. Guess I'm too in love with cheese to make the difference. And I haven't watched Sponge and Patrick as a child.Deep apologies :)

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The driver of the bus I took daily to work was Persian. As a child, he wanted to become a doctor, but that never happened: there were bills to be paid. Some people are not meant to follow their dreams, no matter how hard they try. I don't know whether he is one of them or not. There is a mosquito in my room. Now, that I turned on the light, it's circling me, the prey, and it's waiting restlessly

Nessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146468880525992236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374015169268544123.post-24108371600577763452008-08-24T09:42:00.005+01:002008-11-28T23:10:26.927Z

I tried to write about California until now, just like I tried to write about the East Coast last year. And while trying to focus on the big things, on the great experiences that I had there, nothing seemed to work out. I have always been better at seeing the small things and the details - they always mattered to me more. So there you go. Snapshots of my life on the West Coast.What I will

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