Lazy Sunday Afternoon | Rainbow Child

Through the park

16 Jan

It was so nice walking aimlessly through the park. I don’t know why I don’t do that more often.

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Categories Lazy Sunday afternoon, More than words can say, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Today has been ok, Try walking in my shoes, With a little help from my friends

A year has gone, another one just started, Martha came then she left again, I almost choked to death on New Year’s Eve with champagne while laughing, my fortune cookie said that ‘a wonderful meeting is waiting’ – I just hope it’s a business one, some people are really amazing, tomorrow we’re celebrating 1 year of being together/living together/doing fun stuff together/not killing each other, I visited so many awesome places this year – Paris, Brașov, Athens, Berlin (+ other cities in Germany), Dublin, I’ve been spoiled by my amazing friends, I lost touch with some people but I got to know new ones, I was lazy but promised to change, took one picture/day every single day, I listened to so much Andrieș and I still can’t get enough of his songs, I received so many things with cats – a dress, a daily calendar, the latest Simon’s cat book, I didn’t ride my bicycle as much as I wanted, I had sooo many falafels, I drank mostly white beer, I was happier, bitched less, felt better about myself, k thx bye 2010.

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Decadent week

26 Sep

Having people over – okish. Having friends over – great! I was more than happy to hear that vio and P. were coming to Romania and they were going to spend some days at our place. The timing was right (I had lots of free time on my hands) and the weather was great. For two days and three nights we talked, eat great food and drank a lot of beer (and when I say ‘a lot’, I actually mean A LOT).

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Siblings

5 Sep

Don’t have them, don’t understand the concept. I’ve spent this weekend with his little sister and it was great. We went out drinking, eating, we ended up at a klezmer music concert (great music, btw!) and, all in all, we had a great time together, just as it happened with his twin sister in Paris.

But the more I think about this brother-sister relationship, the more I don’t understand it. I know it’s some sort of parent-child thing, only cooler, but it still puzzles me. I am an only child and I was raised like one: I got to eat the whole bar of chocolate, I got to play with all the toys, I was grounded for every stupid thing I did. I have no idea what it means to share a room with someone, to take someone’s side out of brotherly care etc. I don’t know what it means to worry about someone who is travelling by plane and I have no idea how it feels to spend time with your siblings after months of being apart.

Yes, I have a family and, yes, I care about *almost* all of its members but except for my parents I don’t feel like there is any special bond connecting me to them. I have learned to accept them the way they are but I still judge them from time to time (not out loud, though) and we see each other for Christmas, Easter and a couple of times during the summer holiday. No big love between us, no real bonds.

I don’t regret not having siblings – hell, I’m glad I’m alone, spoiled and egotistic but sometimes I would like to know how it feels to care for someone not because you are great friends or because they are your parents but because you’ve shared so many things together, so many memories, because they were grounded because of you or because they wanted to save you, because you were fighting over the same bar of chocolate.

Siblings – strange creatures