Rainbow Child

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Friday ~ August 31st, 2007 10:42 by ionuca Posted in Bits and pieces, I think I'm paranoid and complicated

yesterday I walked bare feet from the park to my house; I had my shoes in one hand and the umbrella in the other; no one stared; some smiled; the pavement was wet and cold; I liked it

I can’t seem to pull myself together and really study. I just read whole paragraphs and then I stop and think about what I’d just read and I can’t remember

I’ve been listening only to Kumm, uRMa and Byron this week; I need to hear his voice, I want to hear his voice. I need to get over this stupid crush

can’t say that I’m looking forward to going back to Bucharest. Of course there are people whom I’m dying to see and spend time with, but it’s really cosy here and uRMa likes it better cause it’s not that hot as in Bucharest

sometimes I feel I’m an awful child, that I don’t deserve my parents, that I’m a spoiled brat, that I’ll never be able to take care of them if they are in need

I haven’t talked to her for such a long time… I don’t know what I really feel about her anymore; she used to be my very special friend and now…

I can hardly wait to start work again; I miss working with books!

there are days I don’t leave the house at all; I don’t want to see, hear, talk to other people; and I’m not depressive!

articles like this simply make me sick

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Back to my room, back inside my nest*

Wednesday ~ August 29th, 2007 12:36 by ionuca Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Pictures of you, Try walking in my shoes

So, I’m back for good from my holiday. What can I say? It was fuuuun! Vama Veche was a very bohemian place. No one cared about the way they looked, about the way you looked, everyone was chill and you could really feel free. If I felt like that now, I can only imagine what a beautiful feeling you must have had there 3-4-5 years ago. And yeah, the bastards with cars and the new-built hotels totally suck Anyways, I meet Green and she’s awesome!!!! Love ya, Powerpuff!!! I had fun with my colleagues from university and Jen . The more time I spend with her, the more I like her Patric’s mum is a great cook and her pancakes kick ass! Now, really, can I borrow her from time to time?

At Rosia Montana it was great as well. I arrived there Thursday afternoon and the place was almost deserted. The volunteers were a biiiit disorganised this year and everything there was finished in the last moment. But still, the festival took place and it was full of surprises. I made friends there: George, who helped me with my tent; Diana, who’s going to study at the same university as me: welcome to the club ; Levy, who takes very beautiful pictures and I spent some quality time at the children’s tent, playing games and talking about Byron . Why the heck do I find that attractive cute 30-year-old guys with facial hair and who are nice to me? I’m such a child!

I also met Roxa… again Awwww, the laughs we had It’s impossible not to be cheerful and happy around her. I got sun burnt all over again and I didn’t read as much as I expected. But I didn’t go there to read The fun ended in the last night of my stay, when someone stole my shoes from my tent I don’t know what they want to do with my 2-year-old Globe shoes, but now I can buy a new pair of shoes, so thanks I wouldn’t be so zen about this if I hadn’t had my sandals with me. Thank God I didn’t have to walk bare feet from Rosia Montana to Baia Mare

Nothing much changed home, except the fridge is almost empty. Dad, wtf are you doing? Cook something good!!! uRMa is as cute and mean as ever and Mum still works a lot. I can hardly wait for them to go on a holiday and get to relax a bit. I have to study for the exam I flunked, but I have time till the 11th of September. I hate this cold weather and the rain! I already miss the sun and the heat and the sand and the see and the mountains…

Oh well, summer’s almost gone. Bloody autumn!

*Dan Byron - Back to my room

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Butterflies in my stomach

Wednesday ~ August 22nd, 2007 17:41 by ionuca Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Try walking in my shoes

Dansam pe plaja, in fata la Stuf. L-am auzit vorbind si m-am intors. Era… perfect! “I like you”, i-a spus zambetul meu. Nici nu mai stiu cum am ajuns sa vorbim. “So, do you like it here?” “Yes, you have a beautiful country.” Era din Franta si avea 26 de ani. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” “Oh, I see…” A insistat sa-mi ia o bere. Am spus “OK”. Apoi mi-a spus ca vrea sa vada rasaritul: “For me it’s going to be something special to see the sun… oh, fuck, what’s the word?” “Rise, the sunrise.” “Yes, thank you. For me it’s going to be something special, seeing the sun…rise from the Black Sea, but you must have seen it many times.” Nu m-a crezut cand i-am spus ca nu mai vazusem niciodata soarele rasarind la mare. “What do you think of this spot? Are we going to have a good view or what?” Ne-am asezat jos, pe nisip, si ne-am luat bluzele pe noi. Era destul de racoare. “Oh fuck, it’s still cold.” M-am apropiat de el pana cand umerii ni s-au atins. M-a luat in brate. De acolo nu mai stiu ce s-a intamplat exact. Imi amintesc ca m-a pupat pe ceafa si ca ii placea sa se joace cu parul meu incalcit. Imi aduc aminte de ochii lui verzi si de mainile noastre care au facut dragoste. “Look at that… isn’t it just wonderful?” “Yes… it is.” Soarele rasarise. “I… I’m leaving in a couple of hours.” “Yes, I know.” M-a strans tare de tot in brate. “Would you like to sleep with me?” “WHAT?!” “Not like that, silly girl. I just want to wake up in your arms, that’s all” “Oh! Yes, I’d love to.” Am mers spre cortul lui. Eu eram desculta si el fuma. Din cand in cand ne opream ca sa ma ia in brate. Nu am putut sa adorm. Ma uitam la el si zambeam. Am iesit din cort si am plecat. Eram tot desculta, cu capul plecat, dar fericita. No hidden catch, no strings attached only free love.

Am incercat sa-i dau un nume: Alain, Alexandre, Antoine, Bertrand, Bruno, Claude, David, Dominique, Eric, Eugene, Francois, Gabriel, Guy, Jacques, Leon, Louis, Martin, Nicolas, Phillipe, Pierre, Rene, Sebastien, Thomas, Xavier, Yves, dar nici unul nu i se potriveste. Am incercat sa gasesc o formatie pe care atunci cand o ascult sa-mi aduca aminte de el: uRMa, Radiohead, The Cure, Slowblow, Placebo, Antony and the Johnsons, dar nu am reusit. In cele din urma am renuntat. Inca simt fluturasii in stomac cand ma gandesc la el, nu am nevoie de lucruri din exterior ca sa mi-l amintesc.

Unii oameni vin la momentul potrivit si nu stau mai mult decat e nevoie. Thank you!

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Sia - Breath me

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Send me on my way*

Friday ~ August 10th, 2007 23:54 by ionuca Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Try walking in my shoes

Just a short note to let you know I’ll be off for the next 2 weeks. I’m leaving tomorrow for Bucharest, them I’m going to the seaside, in Vama Veche [Stufstock, here I come!] and then I’m going to Rosia Montana, to attend FanFest. After 16 day on the road, I’ll be home again, studying my butt off for English Civilization, the course I flunked

Dad’s taking care of uRMa for me, but I’ll surely miss the bitch Ok, I’ll be off now. Bye, dudes!

*Rusted Root - Send me on my way

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uRMa16

Wednesday ~ August 8th, 2007 17:11 by ionuca Posted in My uRMa, Pictures of you

Caught redhanded

The remains of the ball of string

The cold-blooded killer pleads “not guilty”

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uRMa15

Tuesday ~ August 7th, 2007 21:54 by ionuca Posted in My uRMa, Pictures of you

She learnt a new trick: if she jumps on the box next to my desk and from there to the sill of the bedroom, she can go right into my parents’ room, without using the door. And now she’s like a kid playing with his new toy: she’s constantly going in and out of my parent’s room through the window [the window from my parents' bedroom communicates with my room, there are no open spaces, there's no way she can fall or something ]

Chillin’

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Happy in orange

Sunday ~ August 5th, 2007 21:55 by ionuca Posted in Lazy Sunday afternoon, Pictures of you

Today tastes like popcorn
It feels as soft as uRMa’s fur
It sounds like The Lightning Seeds
And looks like Seinfeld.

Happy in orange

Oh no, Sunday got me again!

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Dreaming my love away

Saturday ~ August 4th, 2007 18:09 by ionuca Posted in Today has been ok

I went shopping with my parents today. We went to Real and what do you know, half of Baia Mare was there. Bleah! I find it normal for hypermarkets in big cities to be crowded, but we’re talking about Baia Mare here! It’s a small town, where did all those people come from?

Anyways, that was not the point of this post. As I was waiting patiently for my parents to finish shopping, I looked at the people around me, especially men. Of course I started fantasising that I was involved in a romantic relationship with them and I tried imagining how my life would change having one of them as a boyfriend.

I’m one of the many people who daydream about the perfect *inexistent* relationship, who want their lives to be exciting and to meet incredible people, to travel and have as many beautiful memories as possible. And I want this amazing relationship, not the plain “we met in college, dated for a few years, got married and had kids” one. I don’t know, I dream about meeting a foreigner and moving to his country. Or meeting an artist and being fascinated by his work. Or meeting a bookworm and spending our lives lost in books

And I know such dreams never come true, but I can’t help thinking ” what if…?”

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Friday ~ August 3rd, 2007 22:52 by ionuca Posted in .ro, Anger as a gift

Urmatoarea persoana care-mi spune ca “m-am implinit”, “m-am inzdravenit” sau “m-am dezvoltat fizic” o sa moara

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Thursday ~ August 2nd, 2007 18:39 by ionuca Posted in Garfield

I couldn’t make up my mind which strip to choose, so here you go, 2 this time

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