And my eyes they’ve got some vision
that can see through many lies
ah my eyes they look for better things
the better things to see in life

And my ears are wearing head phones
that do play my favourite songs
not music i’m told to like
but the songs that make me dance along

The Cat Empire - Two shoes

*thanks, Sisif, for introducing this so happy band to me! *

I had an amazing day today! Green sent me the wrist worms she made for me - omG, I love you, I love them! OmG, I have wrist worms!!!

Then I spent all my afternoon in teahouses and worked/read and then I went wandering around Calea Victoriei and saw, again, so many beautiful houses. I so love my Bucharest, wouldn’t want to live anywhere else! And after that looong stroll I went to this really funny play with Meli and Pia.

Now I’m really exhausted and I should get to bed cause tomorrow I have to be up at 8 - it’s my first day back at uni, but I’m not actually looking forward to that

Guard dog

Writings on the wall

Ofc, cats

The car at the end of the tunnel

The first day back is the best. I have the feeling that I’m here for the first time, everything seems new to me. The neighbourhood looks cleaner, the people are friendlier and they don’t stare, the dogs wag their tails and watch me go by.

But the thing I enjoy most is the first tube ride. I feel like a kid who has won a free ride at a carnival. I don’t see the grays and the unsmiling faces. And I don’t see the indifference and the ignorance. I see people on the same carousel, simply enjoying the ride.

And then there are the beautiful people. The girl wearing a blue dress and blue Converse, the guy with the beard and the sunglasses that smiled when I got off the metro, the girl with that nice bag, that other girl that was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. They made me smile and wanna hug them.

I love this ‘high on life’ feeling the city sometimes gives me I want more!

I met Dragos at Piata Victoriei at about 6 this morning. The sun had already risen, so no sunrise to start my day with. Nonetheless, the walk was more than beautiful. It was great that the streets were *almost* empty, that it wasn’t hot at all and that the city had that fresh morning smell.

We didn’t have an itinerary so we just went from one street to another. The houses there are superb: old and each one with its history, its story. Too bad we didn’t have anyone to ask to tell us those stories and all we could do was admire them.

There are streets we’ve been to:

Beautiful houses and lots of cats

Miscellaneous
We fooled around

Eminescu, one of PSD’s symbols

Old cars ftw!

Turn off the light, save energy, dude!

A family jogging

Look up

Funny display

Window

What, no one reading there?

Colourful plate

Street child

I can hardly wait for another walking session!

Know what? This Monday is not at all that bad. I’m going to make myself a huge salad with feta and yogurt and then I’m having pancakes with Nutella and peaches. And I’ll be enjoying a glass of ice-cold lemonade.

And then I’m going to read for hours, which I haven’t done in quite a long time. I’m going to spend some quality time with myself, indulging in those small things that I’ve missed.

It rocks being a kid and I can hardly wait to spend the next month on the road, going from one place to another, meeting people, socializing and smiling all the time.

So, I’m gonna have myself a really nice day

Oh man, I feel absolutely GREAT!

I had such a wonderful dream last night *no, it wasn’t porn!* and I woke up with a huge smile on my face. Now I feel like nothing brings me down: I’ll pass all my exams, it’s going to be OK at work, I’ll have time to go out with all my friends, I won’t be antisocial anymore.

The weather is lovely, so now I can wear short trousers and T-shirts. The first days of summer are always the best. I feel goooooood!!!!

PS. Thievery Corporation is god!

I am happy.

No, no reasons at all.

I’ve got something I don’t know.

Act 1, scene 1

The sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah, it’s another beautiful springish morning. So I suddenly decide to wear a skirt and dress real nice. So, I put on a fancy skirt, my fancy shoes, a plain black blouse, a semi-fancy coat, which I accessorise with a new green scarf and my green Buttercup earrings. Yes, I look adorable

Scene 2
People on the street keep staring at me. Do I have something on my face? Does my hair look crappy? What’s the problem?!

Scene 3
I finally reach university and my colleagues see me.
‘Oh, Ioana, what’s with this fancy outfit? And, oh my, your outfit totally matches! Let me guess: you have a date, don’t you?’
‘Bloody hell, I don’t have a date! I just felt like being girlie today.’
‘Are you sure you don’t have a date tonight?’
‘‘
‘Anyways, you look pretty!’
‘Thanks ‘

Scene 4
Everything stops being pretty and nice after I walk to work and my fancy shoes are continually rubbing against the back of my feet and I have these huge blisters and it bloody hurts and I’m limping and I feel like screaming!!!

Act 2, scene 1

I find out that I have a doctor’s appointment in less than 40 minutes and I don’t even know where I’m supposed to go! I ask for directions and then I’m on my way.

Scene 2
I take a bus and keep glancing at the watch. I’m pretty sure I won’t make it on time. I still don’t know where exactly I’m supposed to get off, but they told me to look for the building that has Med*insert name here* written on it and that’s the place! So, I stare out the window till I finally see a small sign in a window somewhere: Med*insert name here*. Yeah, I did it!!! I get off the bus.

Scene 3
The building looks kind of crappy and there are like 3 different entrances. Hmmm, what now? Just pick one, get in and ask for directions. Come on, do it already! So I enter. This definitely doesn’t look like a private medical center. There’s a staircase and I go up until I hear this woof! woof! sound coming from somewhere above. I freeze and look up: there’s this huge white dog barking madly and coming right towards me! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I totally forget about my blisters and the pain and RUN! I reach the door, close it and then I walk away as fast as I can. Bloody hell!

Scene 4
So I guess that wasn’t the entrance. I have to keep on looking for it then. I enter the next door. Yeah, this looks a bit different, a lot better, in fact. There’s a door and has Med*insert name here* written on it. Eureka! I knock on the door, hear an yes and enter the room. There are a man and a woman in the office, but not even this one looks like a doctor’s office I take out the paper I’m supposed to show to them and start talking.

‘Uhm, hello, you know, I’m sorry I’m late, but I had difficulties finding the building.’
The guy takes a good look at me and says quite startled:
‘But you’ve been here before!’
‘Pardon me? No, I think you’re mistaking me for somebody else.’
‘No, no! Weren’t you the one who left with X the other day?’
‘*Say what?!* No, sir, it wasn’t me. Sorry.’

By the time we finish with the embarrassing conversation, the lady looks up at me from the paper and tells me:
‘Young lady, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place. You see, this is Med*insert different name here* and you’re supposed to go to Med*insert actual name here*.’

Oh God, kill me now, please!!!

I apologies, ask for directions and I leave. Oh, the humiliation!!!

Scene 5
I f-i-n-a-l-l-y find that stupid medical centre I have been looking for. I even find the reception! Wo-ho! Then I find that the doctor’s gone and I have to reschedule. God, how about killing me NOW?! Humiliated and defeated, I take the bus back to work.

Act 3, scene 1

So, I’m meeting Dorin and Vic and we’re going to a bar to hang out and to support Dorin’s career as a DJ We talk and laugh on the way there, we stop to buy something to eat, yeah, everything’s cool.

Scene 2
We get there, I buy a Coke, the guys start talking about parties and people they know and I suddenly realise I don’t know how to socialise anymore. I’m like: come on, don’t you just sit there! Say something, stupid! But, what do you know? Nothing comes out. I only bitch about the fact that it seems I’ve lost my touch when it comes to talking to people face to face. Lame!

Scene 3
We *they* start talking about blogs.
‘Nowadays, everyone has a blog!’
‘Yeah! It’s like you don’t even exist if you don’t have one!’

We look around the place. There’s a girl at the table next to ours.
‘Do you think she has a blog?’
‘I don’t know. Let’s ask!’
‘Who’s gonna do that?’
‘You do it!’
‘ME?! But I’ve told you guys I don’t know how to socialise with people anymore!’
‘That’s the whole point: prove to yourself that you still know how to do it.’
‘*Sigh* Fine!’

I walk up to the girl and simply ask her:
‘Hey, you know, we were wondering, do you have a blog?’
I get a ‘what the fuck do you want?’ look:
‘NO!’

Ooook!!!

Scene 4
I get to socialise with Dorin’s friend, a nice English teacher who joins us about 20 minutes before I leave Buuut, nonetheless, it was nice talking to the guys and talking to her and, in the end, I’m not actually that anti-social. I just have to practise my skills from time to time, cause talking on YM and blogging and talking to the cat is not really socialising.

Conclusions:

I really have to buy a new pair of fancy shoes I’ve got like open wounds at the back of my feet. OUCH!!!

Song of the day: The Beautiful Girls - In love

I was netless for a couple of days, but now I’m back in business

It’s so so good to be back in Bucharest. Now I really feel that this is my home, that I belong here. It’s awesome to read in the tube again, to go back to work, to see my friends, to really enjoy a cup of tea and to feel uRMa nestling up in my hair at night.

And I feel all giddy with anticipation; I feel this spring is going to be special, but I don’t know what exactly how. I’ll just have to wait and see. And I’m all happy and excited and I don’t feel antisocial at all. I feel like smiling all the time and I keep listening only to happy music, so yeah, I’m in the mood for going out, spending time with friends all that stuff that I’ve been avoiding lately

Well, now I’m going to read some blogs *man, there are so many posts unread! * and write a presentation for a book *that’s the only thing I don’t like about my work*. See you later!

Ps. Mum was in Bucharest and she bought me food! FOOD!

Pps. I shall forever be grateful to Vic for having patience with me and for fixing my router problems. Danke!

For the price of a cup of tea
You’d get a line of coke
For the price of a night with me
You’d be the village joke
For the price of a pint of milk
I’ll tell you all I know
About the state of the world today
Sit down, enjoy the show

*Belle and Sebastian - For the price of a cup of tea

I had and exam at 8 in the morning *Goddamn!* and then I went shopping. I wanted to buy only shoes *skate shoes ftw!* but I ended buying other stuff *which, of course, I didn’t really need*.

It was sooo good to walk from shop to shop and not to think about exams, not to have a care in the world. Those have been the most blissful hours this year. And, for the first time in a very long time, I hadn’t felt guilty of spending money-books on useless stuff

So, here’s what I’ve bought:

colourful hippie stuff, shoes and uRMa

Fancy tea spoon

Me happy.

Today’s musical obsession: Finley Quaye - Even after all