Sweet dreams

  * caution, this post may contain traces of obscene language!     When I simply feel too exhausted to read or even to watch a movie, yet too high on coffee to get some valuable sleep, I indulge myself with reading some of the posts on the forum "Romanians in Denmark". I used the word "indulge" because I shouldn't do it; after a good laugh, my childish inner self starts feeling miserable.    So - except the rare extraordinary times when we bond together to start a freaking Revolution, we really don't like each other that much. It seems like when we have finally found a person that all of us hate the most - in this particular case, the Prime Minister, we are more united than we've ever been and we turn all of a sudden into the most consolidated nation, on the very principle " My enemy's enemy is my friend."  Unfortunately, this is not how things stand in general. That being said - this post is not about my personal feelings, but some obs...

   Habemus presidentum , but that's not really a new thing, right? We have been having presidents since 1947 when our last king was forced to flee...   What has changed is that this one is supposed to be completely different and he is expected to change everything for the better. Yay!    If you ask me - I wouldn't have given him much hope. In the first election tour, he got only around 30% of the votes, so you can understand my position. I said he has no chance, that's it, maybe in 2019, perhaps 2024...When did I become such a cynic, I have no idea.   But then - I have read some things last night that made me feel ashamed of my previous position. Romanians in France, Italy have spent up to 10-12 hours outside in the cold, in the rain so they could exercise their constitutional right to vote...In Paris and in Turin they were thrown at tear gases... In Denmark they have traveled up to 500 km just to vote...In some countries they were kicked out of the emb...

At this point in my life - and now I will just use something I saw on Facebook, so no copy rights here - if it doesn't make me happy or if it doesn't bring me money, I will simply not make time for it. To add up, if it's not an investment in my future, I will just say "pass". I have changed a lot and it makes me laugh; from the totally selfless person I used to be, I am on my way into becoming a cold hearted bitch. I used to be young and silly and I used to believe in an unrealistic thing called "karma" and in another fairytale called "afterlife". What goes around, comes around , but the obvious question made its way into my mind :"What am I actually planning on doing? Just give, give, give, praying for it to come around?" I am still young, yet no longer silly. Not that silly, anyways. Now I have realized "karma" is just a concept invented by some people to explain their misfortune. I am just saying that we are too small to...

   Last night I couldn't really sleep. I was tired, yes, but do you ever have one of those nights when your body is tired but the voices in your head are not? =D   So I went downstairs, sit on the couch, surfing freaking Facebook. I mean - I know it was a total waste of time, it wasn't anything that interesting anyways, but what else to do at 3 o'clock? My urge was, of course, to start frantically re-reading everything for the exam, but I knew it wasn't going to help; I have enough school experience to know by now that nothing good comes from trying to - you know - fatten the pork right before Christmas Eve?! No, you don't know, right? This is a cute little Romanian idiom...it means to bone up.   The thing about me - my two worst fears are dogs and darkness and here I was, alone in the dark. (I mean - if you still can call it darkness with three lights on:D) Sleep tight, sweet girl, will ya??  I woke up at 7:30?!, when one cute boyfriend kissed me goodbye ...

1. Dating an older man. When they learn that a young girl is dating an older man - by "they", I mean older generations, but not only - they literally freak out. They get shocked, take it as an offense to whatever "normal" means, as an attack to moral values. They do not accept that love or sexual attraction might be the motives; instead, they turn to frivol reasons such as money and to labels such as "whores". It really doesn't matter how old the guy is - even if he is only ten years older than you, they will keep on saying the following expression :"he might as well be her father." I mean - in what sick society people become fathers at 10 anyways?! If he is 20 years old - "he might as well be your grandfather."   What makes me insane is this pervert need to continuously label people and relationships. If there is something we cannot understand - we just call it "unnatural" and we try really hard not to have any contact ...

  Attention! This post is in a language you may not understand!    Azi la ora patru fara zece ma gaseam in fata oglinzii, pregatindu-ma sa ies din casa pentru o zi scurta de munca. O voce usoara parca imi sopteste in ureche: e 16 octombrie...16 octombrie...octombrie, 16...ohh!   Si atunci constientizezi ca se fac exact 2 ani de cand te-ai angajat pentru prima oara. 2 ani de cand ai inceput sa fii (oarecum) independenta financiar, 2 ani in care cel putin 80% din sufletul tau s-a dus in acel loc de munca. Una buna, una rea, ai putea spune ca este o oarecare balanta, insa atunci cand singura ta reactie referitoare la jobul tau este un usor zambet amar, parca te face sa te intrebi...   In minte vezi acea fata de 21 de ani care, in ciuda tuturor concursurilor si olimpiadelor la care a participat, avea de a face atunci cu cea mai emotionanta zi din viata ei. Sunt curioasa daca voi avea o zi in care voi fi mai emotionata de atat...Olimpiadele erau floare la ureche, ...

Today while I was driving from my home town to Bucharest in order to catch my flight back to the mighty North, I noticed some things and I thought of others. (just to answer some people's question, I don't just sit on the sofa waiting for ideas to come, I am busy as hell, yet there are always times when you just sit and think. And when you get your thoughts in the right order, it takes you only 15 minutes to write a post, voila, le magique.) Since I cursed like crazy so many dudes who got a car and a licence, but not a brain, I thought I should make a list of things Romanian people have difficulty in understanding. 1. Roundabouts. I find roundabouts to be the most elegant mean of intersection (except those little annoying extremely crowded ones, like you can find in Piatra-neamt). If I am to drive 350 km like I did today, I need to constantly remember myself not to look only on my left side while entering the round-about, but also the right side , for idiots. So, imagine I ...