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*explosions of my imagination*: January 2010
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Explosions of my imagination*. Monday, January 25, 2010. We don't walk with mandarins on our heads. We probably would, but they don't grow in english trees. However, we do have style, just look at us! In Kracow, one. In Barcelona for the next semester and plans for meeting half way - erasmus life should be interesting. I'm not off yet from greyish England, but Kam is tomorrow, so this whole thing is getting real. Safe trip my dear and bring back great stories! Saturday, January 23, 2010. I keep an eye on.
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*explosions of my imagination*: December 2008
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Explosions of my imagination*. Saturday, December 13, 2008. This is not my december. I said that I'll update this blog but i didn't find the time for doing it. This rainy day made me take my computer, a cup of tea and the heater in a corner where i can read, write and listen to cheesy Christmas music. I miss the feeling of real December from home, and the lack of snow makes it stronger. And since i'm not gonna get that soon, i should prepare for the next week's warm weather in Barcelona. So,. Subscribe t...
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*explosions of my imagination*: (ex){+/-}changes
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Explosions of my imagination*. Monday, January 25, 2010. We don't walk with mandarins on our heads. We probably would, but they don't grow in english trees. However, we do have style, just look at us! In Kracow, one. In Barcelona for the next semester and plans for meeting half way - erasmus life should be interesting. I'm not off yet from greyish England, but Kam is tomorrow, so this whole thing is getting real. Safe trip my dear and bring back great stories! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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*explosions of my imagination*: No Locus
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Explosions of my imagination*. Saturday, March 06, 2010. I have no idea where should i position myself in space anymore. Tuesday at noon i was in Bucharest, enjoying a beautiful day in the park with a special friend (while eating croissants with green walnuts yogurt - the olfactory memory will stay with me for a very long time). Then, without even realising, I've spent my evening in Rochester and had the feeling that between morning and evening weeks have passed. It all happens just as Bourriaud explains...
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*explosions of my imagination*: March 2010
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Explosions of my imagination*. Sunday, March 21, 2010. About pain and other pleasures. From time to time I define pleasure as being a pain free moment . Walking without feeling like crying for every step I make. Dancing without fearing pain. Sleeping like a baby without being terribly uncomfortable. Pain level now :. Monday, March 08, 2010. Saturday, March 06, 2010. I have no idea where should i position myself in space anymore. Now, a few days after, i have the same feeling of displacement that makes me...
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*explosions of my imagination*: May 2009
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Explosions of my imagination*. Saturday, May 30, 2009. The end of the first chapter. Time does pass faster when you enjoy it. I already knew this but finishing the first year of my BA today and not even realising when it went so fast made it so clear. Ending this chapter and turning a new page for the summer that's just starting. Although i looked at it so many times and so close that i didn't even like it at one point, i think it turned out pretty great.ok, ok.it's fabulous :) (I didn't say that! Subscr...
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*explosions of my imagination*: about pain and other pleasures
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Explosions of my imagination*. Sunday, March 21, 2010. About pain and other pleasures. From time to time I define pleasure as being a pain free moment . Walking without feeling like crying for every step I make. Dancing without fearing pain. Sleeping like a baby without being terribly uncomfortable. Pain level now :. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Photography student. an immigrant punk in search of utopia. View my complete profile. About pain and other pleasures. I keep an eye on.
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*explosions of my imagination*: February 2009
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Explosions of my imagination*. Monday, February 02, 2009. Wishes do come true, sooner or later. So, my December came a little late, in February, but no worries for that, I accept it as it is. 8221; I know it’s not a common thing here to have snow for more than a few hours, but still, close down everything? And when I say everything, I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Schools, buses, trains, 3 tube lines, most of the airports and roads are down. You can’t get in or out of. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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