Sunday, November 6, 2011

On Happiness

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."

(Aldous Huxley, Brave New World)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Color Purple

One glimpse of life, which is not always filled with pink happenings or puffy people...
This is LIFE.
And this is a masterpiece.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

(John Keats - Bright Star)

PS: "I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

On Settling

“Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.”

(Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City)

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Birthday Revelation

Oh, my friend, I'm older... But am I any wiser? I do wish I knew that...

Welcome, 23! And guess what, you'll be as fabulous as 22 or more!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Les poupées russes

Xavier : "If I think about all the girls I've known or slept with or just desired, they're like a bunch of Russian dolls. We spend our lives playing the game dying to know who'll be the last, the teeny-tiny one hidden inside all the others. You can't just get to her right away. You have to follow the progression. You have to open them one by one wondering, 'Is she the last one?'"

(Les poupées russes)

Thursday, June 9, 2011

What Do You Want?

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that, because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me? Please? Will you just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now, what's it look like? If it's with that guy, go! Go! I lost you once, I think I could do it again, if I thought it's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out."

(The Notebook)

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Forever Young

"In some ways we grow up; we have families… we get married, divorced… but for the most part we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling… forever wondering, forever… young.

There comes a point in your life, when you're officially an adult. Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?"

(GA, s04, ep08)

Monday, May 23, 2011

Written On The Body (1)

"Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there's nothing there."

(Jeanette Winterson - Written on the body)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The History of Love

"The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely.

During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or other. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life. The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious. When a hand was used to shield one’s face when frightened by a loud noise something was being said, and when fingers were used to pick up what someone else had dropped something was being said; and even when the hands were at rest, that, too, was saying something. Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one’s lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be the gesture, not at all dissimilar, for ‘Now I realize I was wrong to love you’. These mistakes were heartbreaking. And yet, because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn’t go round with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they’d understood correctly. Sometimes these misunderstandings were even desirable, since they gave people a reason to say, ‘Forgive me’, I was only scratching my nose. Of course I know I’ve always been right to love you. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into the simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me."

(taken from "The History of Love" - Nicole Krauss)

Friday, April 29, 2011

The Royal Wedding


And now.

No comment on the grooms, both hideous.

PS: And still, we miss you most today of all days.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Day 30

My favorite song at this time last year.

... and this is how it's done! ;)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Day 29

A song from my childhood.

Oh, and it reminds me of my mommy. We used to sing this all the time :)

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Day 28

A song that makes me feel guilty...

Well you get what you give...

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Day 27

A song that I wish I could play.

This gorgeous song is on repeat ever since I heard it for the first time, last month...

(I skipped Day 26 - a song that I can play on an instrument - because there is no such song...)

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Day 24

A song that makes me laugh.

You should never argue with a crazy woman... ;)

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Day 25

A song that I want to play at my funeral.

Morbidly true.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Day 23

A song that I want to play at my wedding.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Day 22

A song that I listen to when I'm sad.

I was a heavy heart to carry...

Monday, March 21, 2011

Day 21

A song that I listen to when I'm happy.

"I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Day 20

A song that I listen to when I'm angry.

"I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes..."

Monday, March 14, 2011

Day 19

A song from my favorite album.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller...

*Amy Winehouse, Live at the Paradiso.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Day 18

A song that I wish I heard on the radio.

... you and me, babe, how about it?

Monday, March 7, 2011

Day 17

A song that I hear often on the radio.

... but only on Rock FM :)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Day 16

A song that I used to love but now I hate.

No comment whatsoever.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Day 15

A song that describes me.

This is rather difficult.
there's "Kate Nash – Mouthwash" and of course "Natasha Bedingfield – I Bruise Easily".
Still haven't decided yet which one fits better, so I put them both.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Day 14

A song that no one would expect me to love.

A song from days long gone...

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Day 13

A song that is a guilty pleasure.

Here, I admit it. I listen to Erasure. From time to time.

*Day 12 was skipped by, 'cause I won't post a song from a band I hate.
It's because I couldn't think of such a song.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Day 11

A song from my favorite band.


Monday, February 21, 2011

Day 10

A song that makes me fall asleep.

"Oh Lover, hold on
'till I come back again
For these arms are growin' tired,
And my tales are wearing thin..."

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Day 09

A song that I can dance to.

This is one of my oldest favorites... been dancing to it since childhood.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Day 08

A song that I know all the words to.

--- and my personal favorite when it comes to karaoke.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Day 07

A song that reminds me of a certain event


Friday, February 11, 2011

Day 06

A song that reminds me of somewhere

Staaart weaaaring purple forrr meee nooow!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Day 05

A song that reminds you of someone.

... two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Day 04

A song that makes me sad.

Because I remember every single detail...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Day 03

A song that makes me happy

No matter how sad I am... listening to this song just does it for me.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Day 02

My least favorite song

If you wanna torture me, use this song. And the band. Awful. Despise it entirely.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Day 01

This is Mrs. Dalloway starting a new musical challenge, thanks to V.

Day 01: My favorite song

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

On Love (II)

David, the first Jew said: "Love is born in the brain".

The second Jew, Jesus, said: "Love comes from the heart."

The third Jew, Marx, said: "Love goes through the stomach."

The forth Jew, Freud, said: "Love is in the sexuality".

Then the fifth Jew, Einstein, came and said "It's all relative".

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Soundtrack to Falling in Love

"All of me...
You found your way to all of me.
And, helplessly, I've fallen like a child
Hopelessly, I'm hoping you're the one for me
You comfort me
With every certain smile."

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Writing In The Darkness

"My darling,

I'm waiting for you. How long is an hour in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want this all marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness..."

*The English Patient

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Morning Revelation (II)

I'm a slow motion accident lost in coffee rings and fingerprints. I don't wanna feel anything but I do, and it all comes back to you.

*Hear Me Out

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The War Of The Sexes (part 06)

'Women need to like the job of the guy they’re with. If they don’t like the job, they don’t like the guy. Men know this, which is why they make up the phony bogus names for the jobs they have. “Alright, I’m the regional manager supervisor of development research consulting.”
Men, on the other hand, if they are physically attracted to a woman, are not that concerned with her job. Men don’t really care. Men will just go: “Really? A slaughterhouse? Is that where you work? You’re just whacking their heads off? That’s great. Listen, why don’t you shower up and we’ll get some burgers and catch a movie.”'


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

On Books

"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them."

*John Waters

(well how 'bout that...)

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A Rush of Blood to the Head

"He said I'm going to buy this place and burn it down
I'm going to put it six feet underground
He said I'm going to buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm going to buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm going to buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return
He said Oh I'm going to buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head to the head."

Monday, January 10, 2011


"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

*by William Ernest Henley

Saturday, January 8, 2011

The War Of The Sexes (part 05)

"Men can't be friends with women, Howard. They must posses them or leave them be. It's a primitive urge from caveman days. It's all in Darwin. Hunt the flesh. Kill the flesh. Eat the flesh. That's the, ah, male sex all over."

*The Aviator

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Call It A Night

'You know, I think that even if you’ve had a relationship with someone, or let’s say, ESPECIALLY if you’ve had a relationship with someone, and you try and become friends afterwards, it’s very difficult. It’s hard because you know each other so well; you know… you know all each other’s tricks. It’s like two magicians trying to entertain each other, and one goes “Look, a rabbit” and the other goes “So?! I believe that’s your card. Look, why don’t we just saw each other in half and call it a night.”'


Wednesday, January 5, 2011


remember me saying I wish I had a gun? well, that wish is back...
(but thank God I have 2 days off starting tomorrow. ha. ha. ha. and I'm gonna party and drink and forget about boy-trouble and job-trouble.)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Yet Another Road Not Taken

"It's my purgatory, really, inner drinks, whatever. I'm never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. 'Cause it's true, all women are, in one way or another. You know, there's always something about every damn one of you, it's a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures, my life's work. But then there's that morning after, a hangover, and a realization that I'm not quite as available as I thought the night before. And then she's gone, and I'm haunted by yet another road not taken."


Sunday, January 2, 2011

One Year Older

but no wiser...

One year of Mrs Dalloway saying she would buy the flowers herself. Today.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Begin The Begin

"Fresh starts. Thanks to the calendar, they happen every year... just set your watch to January. Our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year. Bringing on the great tradition of new years resolutions. Put your past behind you and START OVER. It's hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed."

(GA, s02, ep13)