Rainbow Child

That’s how long I survived in a fancy hiphopish club in Bucharest. What I was doing there? I wish I could say I was dragged there against my will, but that’s not what happened. He asked me to go to a work-party with him, I agreed. I had no idea it would be in such a place and neither did he.

I disliked the place the moment I set foot inside. The music was horrible, the couches were horrible, the people were horrible. It was almost like being at a wedding party! His colleagues? No exactly my type of people (but the ones I knew from before were still OK). Drinking whiskey with energy drinks is not my type of drink. Watching girls dance dirty with as many guys as possible is not my type of view.

So I sat there with a half miserable, half pissed look on my face. It was absolutely horrible! And I wasn’t even allowed to read! Oh, how I was longing to lose myself in fiction! I tried counting odd numbers and got as far as 215, but it still wasn’t enough. My mind was still there. Thinking about prime numbers didn’t help either. Yup, mathematics doesn’t do it for me. I need fiction! And when we finally!!! left everyone acted surprised: ‘What, leaving so early? But why?’ Uhm, cause we’re having a great time, that’s why, duuuuh! Silly people!

One thing is for sure: no more work parties! Some people don’t mix, some clubs should be avoided. It should be that easy.

There’s nothing like a poser

On her last day here we went out for a picnic. We went to the Tineretului Park and found ourselves a nice place, ‘far from the madding crowd’. We had so much stuff to eat and drink: pancakes, pretzels, Haribo, yogurt, white beer We wanted to have a special day, a day to remember. We didn’t talk much: on one hand, we couldn’t believe she was actually leaving – not for a day, for a week, but for good (visiting doesn’t count); on the other hand, we knew that was our last day together, here and we had said everything there was to be said.

So we just enjoyed the sun and smiled from time to time. We weren’t the happiest party out there, yeah, I know, but sometimes not everything is fine and dandy. Now I miss her so so much. I hate it when people have to leave. It’s so unfair

Last weekend, while being in Baia Mare, I found out why I had never been a breakfast person: Mum refused to enter the kitchen in the morning and start ‘slaving like a real housewife’ (not her exact words, but that’s the main idea) so she made sandwiches for me before she went to bed every night and sent me off to school on an empty stomach every morning. I can’t say I didn’t like that: no breakfast meant more time to spend in bed in the mornings and trust me, for a non-morning person, 10-15 minutes of idleness are more important than any breakfast!

But since I’ve started living with Martha and having classes only in the afternoon things changed. We started having a morning routine: drinking tea together and the most important thing – always eating together. She introduced me to the world of cereal mixes (I’ve been living in ignorance and thought that you can have only one type of cereals/meal) and to the world of starting your day with a full stomach.

Unfortunately, she has to wake up really early in the morning to go to work so now I’m having my breakfast with him. It’s so nice to lounge in bed in the morning and then prepare nice food without having to rush. He always puts the kettle on and chooses the tea we’re drinking and I’m either making porridge, scrambled eggs or mixing cereals. I love the feeling I’m having enjoying my cuppa and eating healthy food. I’ll be awfully disappointed if I have a job that won’t allow me to have these lazy mornings

The length of my dress is my concern and mine only so keep your judgemental and disapproving looks for yourselves, bitches!