Today I love: Mindy Kaling – Is everyone hanging out without me? (and other concerns)

Hello, lovely people,

Today I just finished Mindy Kaling’s first book Is everyone hanging out without me? (and other concerns) and I wanted to share my opinions with you ASAP.

I really enjoyed it. From the very first pages, it had a homey feeling, as if I could almost perceive her from a distance, mindlessly typing on her laptop the very first draft of what I was reading, absorbed by her thoughts and memories. It felt much like how I feel when I write. It was as if I could perceive her emotions, her irony, her great sense of humor and a gift of making fun of her own dramas, without sounding desperate. I could feel the human side behind this autobiography, and it was as if I was friends with her, and she was telling this story to me, while we were in New York drinking a casual cup of coffee.

This books spans from early childhood up to adulthood and while I was Continue reading “Today I love: Mindy Kaling – Is everyone hanging out without me? (and other concerns)”

I love me

I just downloaded Meghan Trainor’s album Thank you and I need to tell you that it has been the only item on my playlist for the last couple of days. I even wanted to make a review for it, but quite honestly, I cannot find my words yet. I was particularly intrigued by one song, which is called, just like my title I love me.

Apart from being extremely upbeat and with a really happy vibe to it, I also found it strange. It is a rather sensitive topic to touch, that of loving yourself. I mean, it usually is against the rules to actually love yourself. People believe when they look at someone that they must love themselves, I mean, you live with yourself all your life, who can love you better than you love yourself? If it were so Continue reading “I love me”

Today I like: Jojo Moyes – Me before you

I have avoided romantic books for more than two years now, but inevitably, they make their way into my reading list. I did not know anything about this book, until I saw the movie trailer, and I can admit that’s what got me intrigued.

I appreciate movies that send the warm homey vibe, without being too suffocatingly cute and cliché. Plus, it has Sam Claflin in it, and it’s…Sam Claflin, you know. He already melted my heart in Love, Rosie, I knew I was in for a treat. He’s such a great actor. Plus, if you give me a romantic comedy that is gonna make me miss my long-distance boyfriend, you might as well give me eye candy. When I saw the second trailer, which came out not so long ago, I was already hyperventilating. I needed to occupy my mind with something until the movie would come out.

I can already grant the producers of the movie this: they preserved the homey feeling of the book, which is no small feat. As the author of the book said, we deal with a love story (between Louisa Clark and Will Traynor). The thing that separates this from any other cliché love story is the fact that he is Continue reading “Today I like: Jojo Moyes – Me before you”

Lifestyle of the young and restless

These past few months I had a pretty busy schedule and I had some moments in which I truly believed I could not pull through. I graduated this year, and I don’t know about  you, but I had to write a bachelor thesis in English and take ten exams and then spend some extra two weeks studying for a final exam and preparing for the defense of the before said thesis. In a few words, I had a month and a half of turmoil, both professional and internal, because I had many things to do, and yet, as it always happens, a drive to do anything else but that. And when I couldn’t do that, there were tears, and desperation and that feeling that I was going to die young.

Of course, all’s well when it ends well and it did end, right on schedule. I am the happy possessor of a bachelor thesis in Shakespeare’s Macbeth , of a great final grade and of a beautiful Continue reading “Lifestyle of the young and restless”

The beauty of doing things for yourself

fashion, design, blue, dress, hair, inspiration, pretty, makeup, cosmetics, pencil, ink, paint,Yesterday I ran into my …I don’t know if it exists in English, but here, we have a teacher whose primary concern is a class that tha teacher or the head-master picks, every four years. If that class gets in trouble, it will be, first of all that teacher’s fault for not telling the class how to behave better. It’s the teacher that yells at the class or at you if you or the entire class did something bad, it is that teacher which delivers those long speeches about what’s good or bad to you and your classmates and the one lectures the class after something goes wrong. Something like a tutor, but most likely a teacher that teaches to that class as well.

Well, I ran into that person yesterday while at the supermarket and I was like “Don’t be rude, say hello” and I did. Turns out her younger daughter knew who I was,although my contact with her was minimal in the past 7 years, but that woman didn’t have the slightest clue about who I was. It’s like I was a complete stranger to, although I went Christmas caroling to her house every year with my class, I was one of the great students in her class and I kind of thought I would be remembered. Guess what, it Continue reading “The beauty of doing things for yourself”

Does everybody break up this fall?

As usually, coming back from home means, you meet again with everybody. Classmates, classmates that became your friends, classmates that are on train of becoming your friends, all have stories to tell, myself included. Did quite some traveling this summer, and naturally, at my age, I find myself often caught between the desire of doing my job (that is, going to classes, for now) and grabbing a backpack and taking a long leap of absence, for as long as my conscience would allow me to skip what’s due for me now, that is my final exam, my final paper and ultimately that wonderful piece of paper that tells me I am superior to someone who didn’t go to college, but God knows how or when. Reasons to almost freak out.

But going back to stories from our holiday. I am at an age, I find, when slowly everybody settles down with somebody. I don’t mean in a “moving-in-together-soon-getting-married” sort of way, but rather, I find myself looking around me while waiting for a class to begin and I see girls hanging out with boys, then gradually, a girl kisses one of the boys she’s with in the first situation, then boom, guess what? they have been together for four years now and yeah, they are getting married …kind of settling down situation. I have classmates that have been in a relationship with their significant other for more than 3 years, I have classmates that already got married. Yesterday I saw an old room-mate of mine that just got married and is pregnant with her first baby, at 21. You think it’s crazy, but it’s happening. This is the time when you have all the fun in the world on the one hand, but secretly look for someone to settle with, a secret wish, on the other hand.

Don’t get yourself fooled, though, cause it’s not just fun and games. What got me thinking these past few days, apart from my pregnant ex-room mate, is the number or people that actually break up this time of the year. It makes me sad just to think about it. You spend an year seeing people go in relationships on facebook, growing every day and then there’s that message from your friend that says “you know, me and my boyfriend are a done deal”. It’s troubling when you truly care about someone’s well being, even though I am in a relationship, per se.

I often find myself in an awkward position, after yet another friend breaking up with their significant other. Wow, you were so amazing, you seemed to get along just fine, like you had the world at your feet and then baaam, it’s over. She is crying, he is mad somewhere, everything is messy and certain topics become awkward topics, just because in a way, it’s cruel to talk about your personal life with someone who just had theirs shattered to tiny tiny pieces. At least that’s how I see it, some other girls would not stop blabbing about their awesome boyfriend, awesome life, awesome everything. Wanted to punch some of those specimens in the face once or twice in the past, so I know from experience that I don’t want to become that queen bee, but a queen bee that is supportive. How? I haven’t figured it out yet. I would rather be alone after breaking up, rather than have anybody ask me everything to the smallest detail I don’t want to share cause it’s a personal, painful detail. Some like to spill everything to the smallest detail, like it is some sort of retribution for every painful tear that crossed the cheek and every time you waited for that stupid phone to ring, and to be his name on the screen, so you could hear his voice and he would say all those nice things and how truly sorry he is and how he wants you back into his life. But that never happens, cause once the girl is out of a relationship, it’s like you slighted your ex’s ego forever. No way you are going back to what you had ever again. And as soon as you realize what I just said, it’s like taking a really awful tasting pill: it tastes like crap while it’s on your tongue, but after you swallow it, there will soon be no trace of it ever entering your mouth.

Making someone realize that is hard and painful for the person, so most of the time I hide under the “It’s probably none of my business sign” and tackle but the surface of the problem, hoping that they are going to come to my same conclusion on their own, just like I do it. Plus, saying just the right thing is difficult sometimes, cause sometimes there are no friends’ words curing you better than a sad song.

Maybe it’s just me, but if it’s not, then tell me about how you dealt with this idea of your friend’s breakup and how it affected your relationship with her. Maybe you’ll teach me some tips, you never know.

Today I like: Sainee Parinoush – The Book of Fate

I found this book in newsletters from Romanian online booksellers about a year ago, but never truly got to reading it, because most of the time I had doubts about whether the book is worth reading or not. I find myself often running into crappy books that are simply too strange to be readable from one cover to the other. I was amazed when I realized that before getting the Game of Thrones collection from my boyfriend, I haven’t bought any books for pleasure in over two years.  Now I would rather browse the internet ’till the end of time, looking for a free epub version of the books I would be tempted to read. At least there are no hard feelings if the book is Continue reading “Today I like: Sainee Parinoush – The Book of Fate”

Today I like: Maroon 5’s Album, V

I have made a sort of custom from searching the names of the latest albums of my favourite bands online, especially if I knew that the album would appear soon (like in September, and we’re in September now). I am somewhat bad at remembering the exact dates for album launches, since everyday I need to remember this and that, but that doesn’t mean that after a while I don’t check if there aren’t any new launches that I might be terribly anxious to listen.

V was one of them and as soon as I saw that it was launched, Continue reading “Today I like: Maroon 5’s Album, V”

Books and co.

It’s the beginning of autumn, and for some lucky few, there’s still a month till the end of the new college year. Since I major in English and French literature, it might not come as a surprise that I like to read.

Wait…stop! Don’t jump to any conclusions yet, cause apart from some of my fellow colleagues, I am not the library rat type. As a proof stands the fact that I hardly ever read all by bibliographies from the first title to the last and I tend to skip titles that are boring. I usually just read the first three to four pages and if I likey I readey.

But it is still the summer holiday, although it’s autumn and yes,  everybody advises me to read in advance, cause I will have a whole lot of things to do when I start, and then again…I don’t. So I start looking for new books to read.

What’s been helping me with that was Continue reading “Books and co.”

Holy shit, I need to do stuff!

Today we’re gonna play a little imagination exercise, with me, let’s say, waking up this morning 10 years older than I was yesterday. How would my day go? First of all there will be that moment in the mirror, where my usually morning face, rested and not smiling before showering first would be a little older than the usual. Wrinkles. Holy shit, when did I get those. My hair would probably be my hair, that looks like I am some drunk cheerleader that fell asleep in a ditch, ponytail on one side, lots of strands of hair all over my face. If I get up early this morning, I might actually find myself with eyes that cannot open. Like, please, light, don’t kill me now, it’s freakin’ early for you to shine so bright.  That kind of thing. After seeing that something changed radically, I might actually pick up my cell and check the date. Holy molly , it’s August 11, 2024.

Wooooooow! Have I been drinking last night and if I did, how did I fall asleep for 10 YEARS?!  Looking for potential outfit from last night anyways. Looking for anything that might tell me what I have been doing for the past 10 years. Checking my wallet. No cards that might have money in it. Then who the hell am I?

I would probably freak out, sit myself down on the couch and probably try to rock me into waking up. It cannot be. Whom could I call to ask them about what I have been doing? Who would I actually believe what I was saying.

Screwed on so many levels. 

My boyfriend! I need to call my boyfriend. Wait, do I still have a boyfriend? What if it’s not the same I used to have yesterday, 10 years ago? What if I’m married? Checking for ring. No ring. Why don’t I have a ring? would I say, sobbing, forever-alonish. Look at me, at my face, at my body. How will I look good in a white dress looking like this? I am old. Oh boobies, what happened to you?! 

Sobs again.

Probably after a while I would realize that it is high-time I did something. Something to reverse it or maybe something to get used to it. To be honest, being my 2014 self, I don’t wish my life to be wasted as such by the time I reach 31 years old. By then, I see myself with a great job, a husband, a house,  not some disoriented freak who doesn’t understand how time has passed. It is true, at some point looking back, all memories of what we used to be, say five years ago , are somehow a blur. Thank Goodness that in truth they still are things that actually happened. Imagine what it would be like to wake up one morning and not remember anything of what you did yesterday, no alcohol consumption involved.

Probably, if what I said above would actually occur, I would probably try to do things that I wish to do, which I don’t remember doing in the past 10 years. I would make my life worth it. I would go scuba diving and sky diving and mountain climbing and I would probably try everything I now doubted being capable of. If you put it that way, I would probably be braver, because I would see on my own skin how fast time goes by and how essential it is to do the things you actually want to do, before your time ends.  I often doubt my capacities, thinking that maybe I am not going to do well at something, or it won’t help me in my future career. Now everything revolves around that, but does it? Is it really meaningful living to not focus on all the tiny things you would want to do, but you can’t because you’re worried the other side is gonna fall apart otherwise?

My question for you is not about what would you do if that would happen, but in a way, what would you want to remember from those 10 years that elapsed between yesterday and today? What would truly deserve such recognition?

P.S: The Daily prompt doesn’t stop to impress me these days with topics that instantly set my mind to typing words. If it continues this way, you’ll have more of me in no time.