Why Walk When You Can Dance?

You've probably heard Faithless feat Estelle - Why Go before, it's a song i love. It's just so rhythmic, makes me get up and dance everytime! Song's been out for a long time now LOL, but i only saw the video today. If you haven't seen it, watch this.
It's ze awesomeness!! =) Somehow it makes perfect sense, too. Why walk when you can dance? Or maybe it doesn't make any sense at all and i'm crazy. I love it just the same.
I don't mind being crazy as long as i'm happy. And i am..both crazy and happy.
It's all good... it's all good... =)

Motherland: The Beginning

1am
Oh how i could've just slept on... But nope. At 1am i was on the bus. On the very cold, full of geriatrics bus to Gatwick. Yay...

2am
Starting to resemble death. Just a more uh...human version of death.

4am
Finally at the damn airport. About time!!

5am
Checking in... Security stops me because i hold a Romanian passport. Yes ALERT ALERT romanian trying to invade! Oh please, just let me go through you screwed up check-in person, you're just as tired as i am. How sucky must that be? A night shift as the check-in dude/dudette. Dang!! =O

7am
Still looking like death, after 2 more hours of wait/dozing off even more so. Everyone around me looks all friggin smiley faced and AWAKE... Geez. I wish i had a tent, then i could just camp there and sleep...

8am-11am
Finally on the damn thing. I must have the flying toddler curse or something because i always manage to sit right in front of a screaming kid. Why oh why?? All i wanted was to sleep, is that too much to ask for??
It's your fault you have a kid, OK? Not mine. So make it shut up before i stuff this useless Easyjet magazine down his throat, damnit!! =O
And ya know...i could've dealt with it if it was constant. But NOOOO , this kid was like my alarm clock, you never know when it's gonna attack. As i dozed off, getting used to the whole screaming extravaganza, i was in peaceful NapLand when i get this HARD kick in the back. Uh huh. Easyjet needs some serious new seats, people. Hyper kid was dancing. Yes, dancing, using my seat as his dancefloor.
Let's just say that... i wasn't the kid's biggest fan right then. The parents were just like "awww how cute". I was about to turn around.. smack their heads together and get the kid's seat belt and tie him up, then put him in the overhead compartment. Voila! Job done.
Sadly that was just a daydream.

11am-now
Hello Romania... so we meet again! Pretty darn good. Still haven't slept for over 50 hours but i look less like death, since I had a shower, some food and spent quality time with ze Dadster. =)
I'm happy now.
Although sleep is needed. Badly.

Packing here, packing there, packing everywhere!!

Cliff got home from South Africa last night. My mom and I are leaving tonight LOL. There are suitcases downstairs, upstairs and in between. Cliff's trying to unpack his gear and us trying to pack everything. We leave at 1am...oh how fun that will be. After not having slept properly for 48 hours.. another sleepless night is what i need!
2 hours-ish to get to Gatwick... then 2 hours wait for the check-in to start, then another 2 hours of wait to actually ride them clouds! x_x
God...you test my patience rather too often, i think. LOL. I mean... 2 weeks home alone with my mother? Gosh that's quite the endurance test plus patience! We didn't kill eachother, after all it wasn't so bad. =)

Necessary to survive this journey:

• Fully charged iPod.
• Fully charged camera.
  
• FOOD. (chocolate included)

You don't want to be stuck with a hungry Ruru for 10 hours-ish. I'm not exactly friendly when i'm hungry.
I turn into a beast. LOL.

Drifting Anonymously

I'm drifting from you.
Now this is terrible but i think it's simpler for both of us now to go our own ways and not look back.
Remember how we said that no matter what, there isn't a me and you, there is always an "us" ? Well i still believe in that. There will always be an us. No doubts about that. (here comes the dreaded "but"..) But you seem to be struggling and i seem to be getting in the way. I don't want to leave and let you struggle but I don't know what else to do, i can't seem to make you see my view on things.
It seems careless and cold, i know. And i'm sorry.
I will say goodbye, but that's not true because it's not good at all. It's a painful bye. Yeah. Painfulbye my friend.

50 things to do before I die

1. Become a fully fledged life saving doctor.
2. Fall in love truly and completely.
3. Become fluent in mandarin.
4. Eat snails.
5. Achieve black belt.
6. Own a house.
7. Tour America with my best friends.
8. Move country at least once more.
9. Go to uni and have the time of my life.
10. Make enough money to buy my mom the house with the huge garden.
11. Get a dog.
12. Defeat fear of cows. LOL. Evil things they are.
13. Kiss someone at the perfect place and perfect time.
14. Write a novel.
15. Have a Christmas with ALL of my family, romanians..british..japanese..americans..
16. Bungee Jump.
17. Sky dive.
18. Go to Cedar Point Amusement Park, Ohio.
19. Go on all the rides there.
20. Kiss someone in Paris.
21. Learn to ride a bike!!
22. Meet DK.
23. Take a gap year.
24. Have a seasonal job at a ski resort, as a ski guide.
25. Live with my stepsister.
26. Get married.
27. Have a 24 hour wedding/party.
28. Have a non-snotty non-crying adorable baby.
29. Switch lives with somebody for more than a week.
30. Sleep/lay awake under the stars.
31. Do the chacha with somebody without music.
32. Sing and dance to "baby got back" with a bad indian accent in a crowded elevator.
33. Write a love letter to Mr. Copson.
34. See Titanic in the cinema again. If not, buying a DVD will have to do.
35. Tickle one of the Queen's guards.
36. Dive with sharks.
37. Meet LT.
38. Just chill on a boat with someone special.
39. Tell my dad i forgive him and love him just the same.
40. Run a marathon.
41. Reach age 70.
42. Try pot.
43. Make lemon porn. (wtf?!)
44. Put all my belongings in a box, hide it and draw a treasure map for it.
45. Go to a rock music festival.
46. Read the WHOLE Bible...not just fragments.
47. Have a swing in my back garden.
48. Walk through a desert.
49. Tell everybody how i feel about them.
50. Achieve happiness.

If you only knew..

Spring break FINALLY!!!
I'm thinking a lot about Romania. Hell...i've never stopped thinking about it, but these few days more intensely than usual. What if i forget? What if i forget what it was like? Leave it all behind one morning? I'm not ready to let go of those 12 and a half years of my life.
This is my 3rd year in England, my 3rd school year and finally i feel less of an intruder. Less of a stranger, less alone.
I finally feel more comfortable with the idea of living here, it doesn't seem so strange anymore. I guess it's normal for it not to be a smooth run over from Romania to England since...it's so incredibly different.
I'm scared of losing touch with what i was and who i knew... I still miss it everyday but i don't wish i was there everyday, not anymore.
I figured what happened was that i couldn't let go of the people i eventually had to leave behind. That's why i found it so hard to warm up to anybody here. I warmed up to Cliff, my stepdad, eventually. I guess that was the biggest step, not to feel like an intruder in the house you live in.

I miss it though... I miss my friends, just the way we used to hang out, the way we used to be. The roadtrips we took, my memories are still with me.
I miss family terribly. Although even in Romania, we never were all together, my family is scattered all across the country. It was still comforting that they were a phonecall or 13 hour train journey away.

Now everyone is in a different timezone. One phonecall away that costs £5 a minute. And i don't think i could handle the train journey to get there.

And you ask me everytime...What's it like there? How are you? Is it different? Do you miss us?
If you only knew...

I wish you'd stop asking. I wish you knew how i felt, but you don't, you can't. It's me who has to deal with trying to fill up this emptiness as much as possible every year... as much as can go in at a time, from one visit. To last me for another year.

Sensations

They come under Walkers. All flavours are amazing, but Sensations Thai Sweet Chilli is way above all.
A lotta E numbers but i reckon it's worth it!
Ohhhh yes...... Even the packaging looks yummy to me. But then again, i'm starving.

Pacing

Teachers who pace up and down the classroom constantly should be shot. It's a classroom, not a treadmill, geez!

Guess Who Got Published?

Can you guess? Oh yes. Me. =)
My poem "Deadly Flight" finally got published and i received the ordered copies of the book today.
It's pretty cool because there are people i know who got published in the same book too, so in 30 years time we can look at what shite we used to write. :))
"Hey look, i used to write about...dead bugs!"...."oh oh mine was about cow turd!!" Fascinating stuffs. :)
So in your face Mr. Copson!!! Ha. My dead bug poem did kick ass, in contrary to what you said! Angry old man.
Well done to everyone that successfully made it in the book!! =)

P.S They had to print bastard as b*****d. LOL. Hehe.

No Grading AGAIN

I'm beyond upset. I'm proper sad now. And to make me sad...it takes quite a bit.
God... another week. We went to the school where it was supposed to be and...well guess what?! There never ever was tae kwon-do at that school, EVER, let alone a GRADING. We found this out from a Karate instructor.......LOL........ Now... i'm trying not to believe this but i'm starting to think my instructor lied to me. I really really hope that my mother's instincts are wrong... Although her predictions were right.
I just can't even begin to comprehend how someone would do something like this.
First he says that it was cancelled because of some branches fallen after the storm or something (last Monday) - AS IF. Really now, what has the grading got to do with the blocked road? There are plenty of roads around!!
Second i find out that well... there is no grading today. And there never will be one at that school LOL. Since it only does KARATE.
Thirdly we waited for him to show up there, and he didn't- his excuse: was lost.
You don't just think of a random school and tell people to go there and then not show up, you just don't do that!!!
I'm telling myself that...he couldn't have...it's impossible... it must all be a big missunderstanding, it wasn't his fault.
And i hope to God that i'm right and my mom's wrong.
Gah and i was so so ready. I was so ready last week. And ready 2 weeks ago when i missed it because of Belgium. I can't wait until June to grade. I CAN'T. If i have to grade in Liverpool i will, and he'd better give me a lift there. =O
I am too sad for words. I just hope it won't turn into anger followed by hatred. I don't want to hate him. I'm supposed to look up to him, to follow his steps in the art.
I'm so disappointed..