child inquiry
Posted in mes recherches on April 18, 2009 by elisseiatesenYesterday I started a research, in which the target is made of children of maximum 9 years . I still wonder which is the true motivation of doing this, but as far as I lied to myself, is the fact that I miss simple things, childhood and simple thoughts.I spoke with a blond hair girl, whom I m started to inquire.though the questions were unpredicted, the answers were the next:
Alexandra, 6 years: “Politicians are policemen, a president writies on flags, democracy is a school, love is when you kiss, and I want to become a doctor.”
~funny~
to be continued…
Shake it for life:)
Posted in mes recherches on April 16, 2009 by elisseiatesenShake It For Life sau campania pentru descarcerarea persoanelor dependente la locul de munca de un scaun confortabil, o cafea si un blog bun (nu ca ultimile nu ar fi distractive). Shake It For Life people.
olimpiadele comunicarii
Posted in mes recherches on April 16, 2009 by elisseiatesenCea mai importantă competitie natională pentru cei care doresc o carieră în domeniul comunicării stă să înceapă. Evenimentele Olimpiadelor Comunicarii creeaza in fiecare an o legatura directa intre actualii practicieni si tinerii care isi doresc o cariera in domeniul comunicarii profesioniste.
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~old times~
Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on March 21, 2009 by elisseiatesenpictures of old times make you feel sorry for the things that cannot be the same anymore. there are pictures with color and smell, memories and snapshots of good times. when you were there, together with those you loved to spend your time with. when you wished to be here, but you couldn’t predict moments like this.when your intuition and sense of anticipation didn’t foresee the lack of old times. it’s useless to dig a way to these times, but it worths the effort. because you remember the good ones, you remember people and moments with your friends.
one day in a month you deserve to reconstruct reality, according to the feelings you have now. You are allowed to dream at old times and places and bring them with you with the help of your mind. friends might be the same. but they might be others, close or distant in the same time. you realize that you love some of them, though you know you could never have access to what they feel about you. Old times are made to make you compare the novelty of your existence and become melancholic about the things that could have happened if your decisions had been different.
this is why I love old times. and memories. because the condition for which they inherit the name “memory”is the fact that they remain as they happend. to make you see what you didn’t see, to make you remember faces, friends and to create a sort of melancholic feeling which you are pleased with. I remember what one friend told me about good old shoes[thank you], and I feel that I wear them whenever I recall old times. and people. I guess they fit perfectly.
I did it my way
Posted in la journee de decisions on March 6, 2009 by elisseiatesen
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
live today.live tomorrow.dialogue.[part one]
Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on February 20, 2009 by elisseiatesen~they think it’s all about planning and thinking about tomorrow. they think they will be kings and lords and rich. they think about living tomorrow and they hope for it.they dream.and plan.and seek. Living tomorrow is for them a way of making themselves useful, and less melancholic, because yesterday their minds were sticked on neverending questions. should they be happy about tomorrow without even having a clue about the end of their plans?~
[dialogue]
He’s sick, on dying. she doesn’t know.
She: Let’s go to the mountain we wanted to see a few days ago.
He: Let’s stay here. The trip to the mountain will last too long.
She: Pleassse, I want to see the mountains, the trees, the flowers…[begging]
He: The mountain is too high for me…You’re free to go and make your plans…
Then, she left. because she didn’t know he couldn’t live tomorrow.she didn’t accept not making her plans and not following the road established by herself. he remained still and cold. [it was today].
[end of story]
the Others never make plans thousands of years before. they live with hope, but they don’t forget that time is not as long as they wish it to be. they remember people and places. because their sleep is deeper with them in their minds. they never renounce or neglect the thing they are fighting for, and this gives them power…
[unfinished thoughts]
[can you lead the nation with a microphone?]~discourse for green microphones~
Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on January 14, 2009 by elisseiatesenthe thing …is that i remember the microphone you gave me last time. it was a green one, and I didn’t have the courage to use it. You told me I can lead the nation with it.remember?I told you that I don’t like microphones, but still, I took it. Now I keep it as a memory. it was my birthday. now, you remember?
the thing is …that now I like microphones. especially the green ones. only if they could speak sometimes.It’s like hoping to hear a close voice, or hearing the sound and not recognizing who’s voice it is. it’s like, the day you wanted to lead the nation, but I told you this is a hard thing to do, but you answered me this is not impossible. [and you hoped. >now, you remember?<]
Other times we found out that microphones are in fact easy to use, but it depends what nation you decide to lead with them, and the color.[well yes, the color is important]. I choose the green one. It reminds me of the nation you chose. The nation I was invited to lead, but I couldn’t .
The thing is…that I have never had a microphone. But now I have. A green one.
The hundred years’ war
Posted in mes recherches on January 12, 2009 by elisseiatesenThe Arabs and Israel
How growing rejectionism, the rise of religion, a new military doctrine and a new cold war keep peace at bay

WITH luck, the destructive two-week battle between Israel and Hamas may soon draw to an end. But how long before the century-long war between Arabs and Jews in Palestine follows suit? It is hard to believe that this will happen any time soon. Consider: Israel’s current operation, “Cast Lead”, marks the fourth time Israel has fought its way into Gaza. It almost captured Gaza (behind a pocket containing a young Egyptian army officer called Gamal Abdul Nasser) in 1948, in the war Israelis know as their war of independence. It captured Gaza again in 1956, as part of a secret plan hatched with Britain and France to topple Nasser as Egypt’s president and restore British control of the Suez Canal. It invaded a third time during the six-day war of 1967—and stayed there for 38 years, until withdrawing unilaterally three and a half years ago.




