Nothing to Hide: In RomanianUn text în română, ca să mă înţeleagă toată lumea yoghină din România care se întreabă ce-i cu mine, de ce scriu, ce mi-a venit. Şi ca să nu mai spună cei care nu vorbesc engleza cine ştie ce lucruri din auzite.Deci, "De ce scrie fata despre MISA?" Fata fiind eu, bineînţeles. "De ce nu stă la locul ei, cuminte, să-şi vadă de treaba ei?"Ei bine, sunt mai multe răspunsuri la întrebarea asta:1. Pentru că fata scrie despre cam tot ce-i trece prin minte, şi MISA e unul
My _Lack of_ PoetryAll I can do is rhyme, rhyme, rhyme,But even that not every timeMy rhythm tends to go to bitsIt comes and goes, I think, in fitsMy imagery is pretty shallowMy point could sorely use a marrowGreat art and knowledge I do lackFor wise things I don't have a knackI don't know what would make this tickI kind of fail at poetry altogether, reallyBut at least I'm enjoying myself.
Tale 6: The Boy PrincessHe was once a princess who lived in a tower guarded by a dragon - a splendid child, and very proud, like the Virgin among Saints and the Moon among Stars. Ah, what a life he had! All the dresses money could buy, the most doting parents... And also a small, but not entirely negligible, problem.You, dear reader, have probably already guessed what his problem was. There was something that nagged at him, secretly, when he saw that no princess in any book ever had to shave. It also nagged at him to see all of them married to men. And it also nagged at him that they were all girls. But he shoved it aside and lived on.Since it all happened long
Nothing to Hide: IndiaAaaah, MISA PR has got to be one of the best PRs out there. If you want to look like a complete and utter idiot, I mean.A short while back, there was a yoga camp in India. It was held by Mihai and Adina Stoian, the head teachers of the Denmark branch of MISA, Natha.Naturally, some of the people who are keeping an eye on MISA and MISA-related activities have reported it to various Indian authorities/press/whatever. One of the people from MISA whom I'm still in touch with was surprised that this should be done, but what can I say? It's what you get when you piss people off. They point you out and say 'look, that person's done bad stuff befo
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out
you're only going to make winter arrive sooner!
and I see it now, the day after the (probably) last summer day of this year... tsk.
I only uploaded it because I wanted to show somebody how the snows could get here. Curse my logic!
no curses from me either. I'm such an innocent.
and now, out of curiosity: is that amount of snow usual over there or not?