Sunday, July 29, 2007

Tokyo Disneyland

 

I finally yielded to my sister’s campaign and went to Tokyo Disneylandwith her and some other friends on Friday. This is how it was like!

We liked:

1. the character parade

2. the water splashing shows

3. the diversity of the attractions

4. the cute hair clips in the shape of characer’s ears (though we didn’t like the lack of diversity)

5. the hamburgers shaped like Mickey Mouse’s head!

We didn’t like:

1. the crowds!

2. the inherent queues

3. the roller coasters (too soft according to Gabi, more than enough for me though:P)

4. some characters and their costumes: way too far from the original in age, appearance and design(ex. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Philip, etc)

5. the Haunted Mansion: way too unscary

 

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

The Magic Flute

 

 

On Thursday I took my sister to the opera, to watch Mozart’s Magic flute. It was my second opera experience in Tokyo, after the Turandot last summer. It was alsot he first time I saw this opera and I enjoyed it, despite

1. having seats at the 4th floor and on the extremity, thus not being able to see a lot

2.it being in German, cause at least they had some Japanese subtitles and also a lot of spoken parts in Japanese

3. the fact that my sister had a seat int he extreme right and me in the extreme left… having like 100 seats n the entire hall in between, despite the fact that I demanded close seats and there were many empty ones around1

4. we were obviously overdressed with some dresses that if worn to a romanian opera would ved seemed underdressed. I can t help being shocked at how many ppl go to the theatre or the opera dressed in the same way they go to do their shoppings at the supermarket…

 

well, all in all it was a new and interesting epxerience and the decorations, the costumes and the performance was satifsfying enough (despite some criticisms from one accompanying friend;))

 

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Beloved sister

i haven’t been writing for a very long while.

My beloved sister Gabriella has finally come to visit me here in Japan and I have been very busy travelling around with her. We went to Kansai for one week, met many old and new friends and visited wonderful places, that awoken my nostalgia of my first year spent in Japan, when I studied in Osaka. We also went to Nikko and other areas around Tokyo. We are going to Odaiba today and to Sendai next week.

I will definetely come back with pictures and more detailed comments about my trips when I get less busy.

For the rest, my life really rocks. Obviously my sister is here, summer is here, summer vacation along with it and also a certain special person I can’t stop thinking about ;) 

Life can be very beautiful! You just have to wait and have faith…

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Sunday, July 8, 2007

Thirst

If only one last dance

Would shroud me in bliss

And hold me tight

Throughout my lonely days 

Like your two hands

Wrapped around my waist,

Keeping me from being whirled

Into the chaos of black enigmas

Extending outside the merry-go-round

That has engulfed our thoughts,

Our legs, our waists, our hands 

And has unleashed our mouths

Upon each other.

A curse for eternal thirst,

Never to be quenched 

With all the springs 

Of the Himalayas… 

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Saturday, July 7, 2007

Declaration to Love

Inside the stranded veils of these nights

Is hidden a shifting sense of retrieval.

When the blessed songs of the dawn

Shall descend upon the sleeping trees,

My dream will also have been burried.

Let’s keep one last requiem of joy

For unreality unfolded into life,

For life swallowed into an endless delirium

Of continously  trying to escape itself

While giving fiction names to burn our cheeks.

If glances of some hypocrisy of thoguht

Ever left traces in your soul

Do not be late to celebrate

The one enduring sign of the eternal 

Old, new, large and narrow,

Universality of love. 

 

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Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Vlad Tepes Draculea (Dracula)

 

Myths and folklore beliefs about blood-sucking creatures exist in almost any culture, from the human eating Hindu goddess Khali to the Japanese evil water spirits, the kappas and the real blood-sucking bats in South America. However, none of these creatures can challenge the vampire’s world wide known title of ‘blood-sucking creature’. The vampire became famous throughout the world through the western European novels such as Bram Stoker’s ‘‘Dracula’’ or the Hollywood movies such as the iconic 1931 ‘‘Dracula’’ starring Bela Lugosi, but few people know that the entire concept originated and was accordingly borrowed from the centuries old beliefs and legends of Eastern Europe. In fact, the most famous vampire of all times, Dracula, is said to have dwelled in a castle in the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, one of the three major provinces of today’s Romania and Bram Stoker is believed to have built his character on the real historical figure of Vlad Tepes, or Vlad the Impaler, who was one of the greatest kings in Romanian history. The reasons that lead many scholars to consider him the main inspiration for Dracula are plenty, from Vlad’s nickname, Draculea, to his much feared habit of impaling his enemies. But perhaps the most interesting feature of this legendary character is the contradictory way in which he was and still is celebrated as both a blood-thirsty torturer and a just and righteous king.

Vlad Tepes was a 15th century Romanian king who ruled the southern province of Wallachia. Strict historical facts tell us that he was born in Transylvania, he was sent as a hostage to the Turks as a boy and afterwards struggled to regain the throne of his father and also to secure independence from the Turkish Ottoman Empire. Later on, due to internal fights with his brother, he fled to Transylvania where he was captured by the Hungarian king Korvin Mathias and imprisoned in a fortified castle in the Carpathians. He was eventually set free and regained the Wallachian throne, but was soon betrayed and murdered by his sustainers.

As previously said, he is commonly believed to be the living model of count Dracula, the factual character which inspired Bram Stocker and though researchers are still debating about the authenticity of such a claim, there are some undeniable similarities. First, the name: Vlad Draculea or Dracula. He was thus nicknamed because his father, the king Vlad II was a knight of the Order of the Dragon, a knightly order created to protect the Christian world from the Islamic Ottoman Empire’s threat. Just as Dr. Elizabeth Miller explains, ‘‘The name “Dracula” has links with the Romanian word “drac” (derived from the Latin “draco”) which can mean both “dragon” and “devil.” The general consensus among historians now is that Vlad adopted it as a sobriquet derived from the Order of the Dragon which had been bestowed upon his father, Vlad Dracul, in 1431.’’ (Dracula’s) In addition, in medieval times the dragon and the devil were often considered the same, and Romanians called their king Vlad II Dracul. Consequently, Vlad Tepes, his son came to be known as Draculea, or the son of Dracul, according to the denomination system of the old Romanian language, which enables reference to someone’s son by adding the suffix ‘‘-lea’’ to the father’s name.

Moreover, Vlad Tepes was renowned for his special torture technique of impaling his enemies. According to Wikipedia’s definition, ‘‘Impalement is an act of torture and/or execution whereby the victim is pierced by a long stake. The penetration can be through the sides, from the rectum, or possibly through the mouth. The stake would be usually planted in the ground, leaving the victim hanging to die.’’ (Wikipedia 2) This was the way he killed not only most of his internal and external adversaries such as the Turks, but also the common criminals such as thieves and rapists. And in case you were wondering what his name, ‘Tepes’ actually means, it means the Impaler.

However, more than the impaling and the name, it is the dualism of his legend that makes Vlad Tepes such an interesting character. Why dualism? Because he has been depicted as a cruel blood-thirsty monster by the his foreign contemporaries, namely his most often targets such as the invading Turks or the wealthy German merchants chased from Walachia for frauds. On the contrary, for his own people, he went down in history as the most righteous and just ruler the Romanians ever had, because during his reign crimes were so rare that a golden goblet put to ease the thirst of travelers on the edge of a public well would stay untouched until his death. According to Dr. Miller, a well-know authority in the field, ‘‘The problem originates, of course, with primary sources, many of which […] are heavily biased against him. Many of the stories about Vlad’s atrocities that are so well-known today come from these sources. By contrast, Romanian folk narratives […] present a very different Vlad: a supporter of the peasants against the treacherous boyars, an upholder of law and order in lawless times, and a valiant defender of his small principality against the might of the Ottoman Empire.’’ (Dracula’s)

One cannot help questioning, just like Dr. Miller, ‘‘Was he [Vlad Tepes] a hero or a psychopathic tyrant? Are his atrocities in any way defensible?’’ (Dracula’s) In the end, it all depends on one’s point of view. But in any case, the multiple resemblances between the myth of Dracula and the real historical figure of the Romanian king are not just mere coincidences. Naturally, Vlad Tepes was not a vampire (and his taste for stakes might actually suggest the contrary), but he does represent the major inspiration source for Bram Stoker’s famous character. And in the end, his own story and character might prove out to be just as (if not more!) interesting than the 19th century novel, but it is his fate to now forever exist in universal history as the shadow of a Western born fictional blood-sucking monster…

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Monday, July 2, 2007

In the corners

Some watermelon seeds are bathing

In a whirlpool of their blood

And the curtains are haunting

The forever forgotten open window

The smell of rotting summer fruits

Embraces the room gently lingering

In the corners, where, chased away,

Your scent has taken a late refuge

From my oblivion,

From your absence,

From time itself. 

 

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Sunday, July 1, 2007

My Passions

Reading
I love reading since… since I learned how to read I guess. I first started reading Romanian folk tales and literature and then little by little I moved to French adventure literature and other domains of the universal literature thesaurus. I still remember that one of my first favorite books was a book on Greek mythology, that I would read over and over during my elementary school years and never get enough of it. Then, as a junior high student, I really fell in love with French literature. I started reading Alexandre Dumas, Honore de Balzac, Victor Hugo, in a word most of the classics. However, my favorite lecture turned out to be not a famous French adventure novel, but a Nobel prize winning novel on the beginnings of Christianity: Quo Vadis, by Henryk Sienkiewicz. It is not only the impressive narrative power of depicting and resurrecting a now gone era, the atmosphere and conviction of the early Christian world, the convincingly shaking scenes of martyrdom that made me love it. Most of all, I cherished the incredible force and depth with which Sienkiewicz built and thoroughly analysed the mind and soul of a man who, like Saint Paul becomes from prosecutor, a believer. It is precisely this psychological dimension of the novel that moved me the most and in fact, makes me hold Sinkiewicz as one of the best writers of the 20th century. As I became a senior high school student, I already decided my goal to become a writer and follow, in any case, a literature-connected career in life. It was also the period when I would voraciously swallow book after book, from Edgar Allan Poe to Omar Khayyam, from Baudelaire to Kalidasa and from Virginia Woolf to Yasunari Kawabata. It was of course one of the happiest periods of my life, and looking back, I now believe that it is not friends, school or love that made it so, but the endless nights spent with a lighter under my blanket, transposing myself into a totally different, better and incredible world that I would carry locked inside me forever, from the moment I turned the last page.

 Traveling
I believe that the taste for traveling takes it roots into the passion for reading. Or at least, they are both effects of a same cause: the thirst for knowledge, for transcendence. As a girl who was born and raised into an Eastern European country, I always envisaged traveling abroad as an incredibly exotic, unreachable luxury. My first visit abroad was when I was 16 and I went to France as part of an exchange program. Needless to say, as a lover of French literature, France has always been the country I wanted to visit most in this world and this trip turned out to be the fulfillment of my most arduous dreams. I visited the famous castles from the Loire Valley and of course, Paris! France turned out to be exactly as I imagined it and so much more. It was, by all means, the voyage of my making as a young girl and a young artist. Once I gained the scholarship offered by the Japanese government and moved to Japan, my horizons became incommensurably wider, offering me the possibility to visit places I didn’t even dare to dream about before. But no matter how much I fell in love with Asia and its overwhelming scenery and exotic traditions, France still occupies a special place in my heart, much like a first love that even once gone, continues to linger in your blood throughout your lifetime, like a tear-proof stigmata. And may u call me old-fashioned and over-romantic, or a cliché-fed European, but I do believe Paris is the most beautiful city in the world and the only foreign city in which I would like to actually live one day.

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First Beats

A powdered sky sparkled

With icy unreacheable stars

Over my hurt pride

And the tears that wouldn’t stop

Falling on my frozen cheeks.

A lonely seeker of the unseen 

Stepping out into the deserted alley

Calling out for me

To save me from myself

And my dellusions of perfections. 

Because what does their choice

Matter to me

When you are waiting in the

Deserted alley?

 

 I lit out candles and burnt incense.

I kneeled and pulled out of my bag

The present that you gave me, this very night.

I held my breath and opened the box.

I was expecting a cherrished letter.

Instead, I found the whispers

Of your lonely heart

Struggling to be heard. 

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