Another glorious day in which to modify the code.
While the sky is blue and the sun is pretty and I’m listening to Röyksopp – Something In My Heart (feat. Jamie Irrepressible), while looking for vaults.
Medieval vaults. Rome Pantheon vaults. Hotel de Cluny vaults. Persian vaults.

So no, I am not happy. It’s in my nature to want it all. Or at least, want to live with passion and intensity.
Which I don’t get from looking at the code.
Travelling, seeing new places, getting a glimpse of other people’s lives and cultures – I like that. I like beauty – nature’s beauty, art, beauty of written words, the wonder and the worlds created in my mind by words, beauty of a statue rock lines, the emotions stirred by music. The times brought back by a different architecture.




I feel like those times are lost on me, so lost. So Fleurie – Hurts Like Hell.
For everything that I loved and lost and it still hurts.

“Dreams fight with machines”.

Now that one thing is somewhat solved (I’ve became a woman), the rest of unsolved things will come up. The lost dreams of what I wanted to become when I grew up.
Ben Cocks – So Cold.

Leaving aside I don’t know what to do about that, I feel as if I’d betray my entire family if I switched domains. On the other hand… I’ve betrayed myself so many times for them. Oh mother, why am I still a child in front of you?


Fleurie – Hurts Like Hell ( With Lyrics )

I don’t want them to know the secrets
I don’t want them to know the way I loved you
I don’t think they’d understand it, no
I don’t think they would accept me, no

I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell
Yeah it hurts like hell

Dreams fight with machines
Inside my head like adversaries
Come wrestle me free
Clean from the war

Your heart fits like a key
Into the lock on the wall
I turn it over, I turn it over
But I can’t escape
I turn it over, I turn it over

Nu mai vreau sa mor cu iubirea in mana.

1st day of new things for my big little one.

In the meanwhile, I keep listening to teenage music.
Like Skylar Grey – I Know You or Fleurie – Hurts Like Hell .
It’s still funny to think of lifetime love, as in 50 shades of Grey.
It’s more about trust than the power of love. Trust is my Achilles’ heel.
Back to 1st day, we shall just trust her and hope everything will be fine. And if it won’t, we’ll do something to make it better.

need to retire, if even for one day.
leave social interactions for others and just slide… in the mud of the mind, the blacks of the soul, rest there for a while.

who is this creature, so emotional, so unstable, so openly insecure, is it really me?
or am i the creature from my mind, sharp and cool-headed and resistant?

or am i none.

30sh midlife crisis

again Rob D – Clubbed to Death saves the day.

i am fat
and getting older
and the days are very similar to the days before them
and the nights are either full of sleep or partly

and yes, the regret of things not done. just a hint of regret, just a touch, because, knowing myself, things couldn’t have been in another way.
but still. some regret.
and the mental blockage. of developing. of attacking. of letting go. of taking decisions for me, not others.

Rob Dougan – Furious Angels

i am a plutonian. and also solarian. and lunatic. and mercurian. and whatever i am.
i am not happy with myself and dunno what to do about it.

the other day, was telling d. about the feeling that something is missing. what is missing? dunno, but it is.

Tales of Xillia 2 – Opening Theme [HD]

Grimes – Flesh without Blood/Life in the Vivid Dream

Imagination takes me places. In my mind, I create movies where everything is decided by me (the script, the cast, the direction, the environment).
People behave how I want them to. Things go the way I want to.

Bonded with people. Discovered new people. And mainly, me.

How I keep people at a distance. Someone once came in, and I took him out.

But why let them in?

I am a deceiver in plain sight. I play the open and honest card, while creating new and new layers to hide myself better. I am good at collecting information and wrapping the target in its own thoughts, to keep it even farther from myself. I never strike, the target will come to me alone. It’s not even a conscious process. And I don’t know why I do it.
And now I am stopping it. Some people are fascinating, have a really interesting mind, but this can so easily be misinterpreted.

Goodbye and fuck you, person. Glad I didn’t lose anything on you.
LP – Lost On You [Official Video]

Daughter – Youth


The smoke was not as white as I had imagined,
It scratched the back of my neck
And blood pumped furious to my head as I was kneeling down.
Then dizziness came upon me and stopped in 5 seconds.
And that was all? I asked curiously,
I was expecting laughter and amnesia,
I was expecting no moves and lots of fun,
And it was fun, but not because of that.
Thank you, dear friend,
For making a dream come true!

Dua Lipa – Be the one

Obsessive summer just started.

In each of the latest dreams, I cried. For various reasons. Out of powerlessness, out of the feeling of something being lost. I dreamed a big scorpion, almost as long as my arm, it was trying to kill a smaller scorpion. I was afraid of it. Premonition or just fear?
There’s a powerful need to sleep, more and more – at least in the morning and during the day. And stay awake in the night.
Pluto is strong in my theme – 50 points, it’s the ruler. Trine with Lilith, quadrat ASC. And now transit Pluto is on my DSC. Interesting times, indeed. Still curious on the Plutonian. Might very well be me.

AMV – Pandora – Bestamvsofalltime Anime MV ♫ (Blue Foundation – Bonfires lyrics)

I saw her last night. Her hair was longer and she had little wrinkles near the eyes. The same smile, the same symmetry in her face, same gracious moves. Same practical mind and down-to-earth attitude. How could you have not fallen in love with her? Was she happy now? I don’t know. I don’t envy her. Although she’s slim, she lives in the region where I’ve always wished I’d live, she childless. But I don’t envy her.
Even the guy that has traveled a lot – I don’t envy him anymore. My mind has been in a lot of places already.

Skunk Anansie – Weak. GO to sleep, girl.

The truth is I am expecting you to come, retrograde Mars or not.
I didn’t like your values. I didn’t like your core. I was afraid to become submissive, afraid of all the power struggles I’d eventually lose.
And yes, I liked her more than I liked you. One of the occasions when the girl was preferred.
I wanted to protect you and myself and her. I only walked away with people whose hearts I could have broken – and I did. Yours was a nut too hard to crack.
And you were right. I was not a female, not a woman. You saw it clear, but still wanted to play. I knew it, but still wanted to make you bleed.
I have succeeded – a victory that was worse than the failure, because, while it (hopefully) scratched your heart (no, I’m not that confident about a scar), it caused us lots of pain. And you have scarred other people bearing my name.

London Calling – Wasting my young years

Beware, young one. For I myself am SHIVA, too. Even now, as a woman. Not Shakti, nor Parvati.
“At the highest level, Shiva is regarded as limitless, transcendent, unchanging and formless.”

By this definition, Shiva resembles Neptune, the God of the Seas.
(every time I lay hands on astrology, something new keeps appearing; this time, it was the Vertex; and the newly discovered ruler of my chart, which is Neptune, along with Moon and Pluto – what a watery scheme).

Scorpio, Pluto, Neptune. There we go.

You other human… you mesmerized me in 3 weeks, poured some magical poison in my veins and here’s what happened.
I actually don’t know what happened, I can’t remember, but it surely was a beautiful dream.
The dream is no longer there, yet it’s not a nightmare yet. Yet. Sure hope it won’t turn into a real nightmare.

Lana del Rey – Great Gatsby soundtrack – Young and Beautiful

I am who I am
And sometimes, even I am surprised of myself.
My mind does not accept the crazy times are gone.
My body does not forget the glory and the pain of electric butterflies
And my heart is still a restless hunter.

And above all, is the knowledge. I am a woman, I am a mother and I have power over my thoughts, over my body and over my heart.

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

The answer is YES, I will still love myself, when older and less and less beautiful.
In the meanwhile, just TRY. TRY. TRY.

In the back of the mind, these happenings will crystalize into memories and material for new experiences. Or books. GRRM wasn’t successful when he was young, either. But he did write and he did try.

You have such a pretty face,
Oh, isn’t it such a pity
That nobody has touched it?
You have such nice hair,
Oh, isn’t it such a pity
That nobody has touched it?
You have such a clean heart,
Oh, isn’t it such a pity
That nobody has touched it?
The hell with you🙂


Interesting article.

Problema din sufletul meu nu e ca imi pasa prea mult, ci dimpotriva. I am vain. Mijlocul inimii mele e gol. Imi pasa prea putin. De oameni, de relatii, de mine. De-asta nu reusesc sa tin relatii cu oamenii. La un moment dat, se satura si pleaca. Exact lucrul de care ma temeam, dar cu care nu m-am luptat. Nu am dat vreun semn, nici macar din politete, nu am returnat daruri, bunavointa. Am luat si am luat. Am pus in golul din inima, gandindu-ma cu umilinta si modestie ca oamenii sunt buni cu mine si ca vor intelege, ma vor intelege ca intarzii constant, ca nu tin seama de ei, nu intretin relatia. Pana cand sa poata duce ei singuri?

Ipocrizie, asa se numeste atitudinea mea.

Zambesc, in ciuda celor scrise. Pentru ca, desi suna urat sa recunosc ca ma comport ipocrit si superficial si neatent, macar am vazut asta. Recunosc lucrurile astea. Ca sunt superficiala, usurateca si nestatornica. E prima sansa spre indreptare, spre schimbare. Nu bagatul prafului sub presul cu “sunt fata buna, am suflet bun, intentii bune”.
Ce voi face cu descoperirea ramane de vazut…

Welcome to the real world, vain Alexandra!

Asta e adevaratul putregai al sufletului tau. Ca iti pasa prea putin. Ca iei si iei si nu dai.
Asta e una din mostenirile mele, preluata de la piatra cea gri care era entitatea bunicului meu. Mi-ai facut un dar atunci cand te-am luat in brate. Indiferent unde ai vrut sa ma duci. In locul unde nu pot privi si de unde nu ma pot intoarce? Cumva era si un drum spre adancul fiintei mele. Poate chiar exista un loc in adancul femeilor, in care ele nu pot privi singure. Si e nevoie de un Kwisatz Haderach care sa poata face asta.

Iti multumesc, lume! Pentru ca existi. Pentru ca exist. Pentru ca traim.
M-am nascut sa invat. M-am nascut sa gresesc, sa cad, sa ma ranesc, sa trec mai departe. M-am nascut sa inteleg, sa simt, sa gandesc, sa evoluez.
E imposibil sa evoluezi fara sa te schimbi, fara sa faci greseli din care sa inveti. Vezi ce e lumina cand apare si intunericul.

Pentru ca lumina e mana stanga a intunericului
Si intunericul e mana dreapta a luminii
Iar in mijloc sunt Eu, omul.

Pentru asta ne-a facut Dumnezeu. Sa ne implinim spiritul (avansand spre ingeri), fara a uita de partea materiala, concreta. Adevarata, precum copacii, precum un fluture, precum blana unei pisici. Intre inger si demon, intre cer si pamant, intre spiritual si carnal, acolo e omul.

Si tanjesc ca tot ceea ce e omenesc sa-mi fie cunoscut.

P.S. dap, dupa 2 beri🙂 M83 – Oblivion si nu numai. Iar tu, Pluto, vino spre Descendent. Ma voi descurca. One way or another. Now Drive!
Ce ti-e scris, in frunte ti-e pus uneori. Intuitia. S-o folosesc.
Vremea de afara, vantoasa, imi aminteste de “Solaris” al lui Tarkovski. Ce ar crea planeta aceea gigantica pentru mine? Ce iubesc cel mai mult? Ce ma sperie cel mai mult? Ce ar fi cel mai interesant pentru o asemenea entitate? In continuare…

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Multe drafturi peste care nu ma voi mai uita vreodata.
Multe melodii pe care nu stiu daca le voi mai asculta vreodata.
Multe mirosuri pe care nu le voi mai simti vreodata (pentru ca mi s-a atrofiat mirosul).
Multe carti pe care nu le voi mai citi vreodata, pentru ca le-am uitat titlul sau autorul.
Multe locuri in care nu voi mai ajunge vreodata pentru ca li s-a dus vremea.0
Multi oameni pe care nu-i voi mai vedea vreodata si probabil e mai bine asa.

Multi oameni lasa in spate, in trecut ceea ce a fost. Ei privesc in prezent si in viitor.
Eu sunt sucita, si melancolica, si nostalgica. Si ce daca? Nu e nevoie sa fim toti la fel.
Diversitatea e buna. Diversitatea este buna. Si daca eu nu sunt complet fericita ancorata in prezent, e treaba mea si a sufletului meu. Fara de care nu se poate.
Oricat de inteligenta si de ascutita ar fi o minte, e doar o minte. Suntem mai mult decat “o minte”.

getting more comfortable with what I cannot have
with what I had and I had lost
or what I had and let go

I dreamt you some nights ago. The old you. You rarely scared me, perhaps I saw you as too soft for me.

The first panic attack. I had it when I was 10. In the Black Cat night. I didn’t know what it was back then. I just knew I had to run away from there, even with the price of leaving my little brother behind. That was a terror I felt only a few times in my life. Without any control of the situation, at the mercy of humans that wanted to do bad things to me. So I have fought – that was a moment when I could do it. I spilled their blood and I ran away faster than I ran in my life.
And when I got home, I cried and lost my breath, and cried for help and asked for my parents to come and rescue me from that place. Although I had already mastered the art of crying without sound, I shouted from the top of my lungs, as I should have shouted at those humans, but I was too afraid.
Fear, fury, anger, rage, terror, why me, why me, why they, they were supposed to be my friends. And my relatives as traitors, they wouldn’t help me at all, they left me there. And my grandparents traitors, they didn’t tell me what would happen there, just threatened me. And my parents traitors, they left me there promising they’d come back. And my brother that had run away. Nobody will protect me but myself. I don’t trust anyone anymore. I don’t believe anybody loves me anymore.


And that was the Night of the Black Cat. They called me the Black Cat afterwards. I had broken another child’s nose and hit many of them.
I got punished not to leave the courtyard for the next 2 weeks.
The attackers? Nothing happened to them, other than bruises and that broken nose.
23 years gone by and I still hate one of them bitterly. Whenever I saw him, the terror and rage came back to me. The fear, the disgust. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead after I found out what would have happened to me if I hadn’t run, what happened to other girls in that same place.
Humans are humans that become animals so quickly.


Incet, incet, se va cauteriza trauma asta.
Si intr-o zi n-o sa-mi mai fie teama de barbati.
Si voi avea eu propriul meu fiu. O parte din mine va fi libera🙂

Priveste, mama, intr-o zi
Voi elibera acest neam din povara fricii
Incredibila frica de masculinitate
Aia pe care o etalati voi prin toti porii,
Voi, femeile, care puteti, care faceti, care sunteti
Mai barbati decat barbatii vostri.

M83 – Oblivion (feat. Susanne Sundfør)

Oblivion. Aia va fi noaptea pisicii si atat. Noaptea in care nu voi mai fi nevoita sa lupt.

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