Long. Not long enough, but long weekend

Labour Day, Monday, 7th September. That means no school. Today is Saturday and I am home doing nothing but my homeworks because I want to have the opportunity to enjoy Sunday and Monday!!!!

I have planned to go eat out with the girls and dance a bit afterwards. I mean, it has been a while since I last showed my moves on the dancefloor and I am pretty afraid that they are a bit rusty. If people of my age go clubbing alot I tend to be the one that prefers cocktails in a lounge or a simple bar. I love dressing up and everything, but I kind of hate waiting in line and dance only until 3 morning. This is the thing about Canada that sucks the most: clubs close prematurely. I cannot complain though. Montreal is known for being the most active city in Canada and there are afterhours - but who goes there? Not me, obviously. So I am taking out my dancing dress and my high heel shoes and I am preparing myself mentally for a wild night. If that will happen. Still waiting for the confirmation from the others. It seems that whenever school starts we all lock ourselves in our homes and forget that we need to have a life.

Luckily we all know that a text message or a phone call will bring another person to Earth.


Right now I am praying that tomorrow I will be able to go back to my life!!! On Monday I am planning to go to the St Joseph oratory up on Mont-Royal. I have been living in Mtl for more than two years and I have not been there. I am also ashamed to admit that I have only been once to Mont Royal. It looks like I have missed my chance for this year. Winter is here. We are going through the Indian summer right now.

Wish me goodluck!

ok. Back to school is not very cool!

My schedule is packed every single day. After classes I immediately go back home, tired, nap, study, call some friends, chat on MSN (actually Yahoo Messenger, I somehow seem to not get along with the first), study again, read some more, and then sleep, and then wake up, go to class, etc. It all repeats every single day. It's becoming a routine and somehow after a week I am already bored of it.

My classes are pretty fun, the people seem nice, but I just don't think I made the right decision. Moving over and leaving behind my never-evending frustrations and doubts, I am reading this totally awesome book, at least the first chapters are giving me the hope of a different type of lecture that I am utterly enjoying, and I think I already draw some conclusions after the first three chapters. I cannot write more right now.

However, the name of the book is We by Yevgeny Zamyatin. If someone has read it already feel free to comment. I have not had time to read about the author before starting the book, and what I actually wiki-ing right now proves that it will get more interesting with time. Cannot underestimate the power of a Russian from the beginning of the 20th century.

I am going to let you go. I need to sleep and forget all the sushi I have eaten today. A la volonte!!!

Ciao!!!

Welcome back to Montreal!

This summer has been a crazy one! I just came back from Chicago. Of course, I did not not spend my entire summer there, but the days I had the chance to visit Chicago actually made my summer a crazy one. Even though I do not have time right now to tell you more about the trip I'll upload some pics and get ready for the party. Going out tonight, ladies and gents! Summer is only ending on Monday. School starts pretty early this year. ta-tah!

This weekend...

... has been so chill and relax! No going-out, not too much work, just stay home, watch movies, read books. I know... YOu would say, "Well, it's summer! You might as well stay outside!" I am so sorry to tell you, but it has been raining in Mtl since ...April, and then there is no sun. Someone would like to go to Cuba, TODAY!


I am stuck with these awful exams, and even though there is no sun to disturb me and make me want to go out and drink and party, I still don't feel like sitting at my desk and studying. Like the famous song says it, No, you can't always get what you want!

At least I have been shopping a bit to make me happy. Oh, so superficial! THis is the only way I enjoy my free time. Oh...I think I should go jogging tomorrow!




I love you, my waffle! Hope you rock those exams!

Remember him?

Even though I found him very weird at the beginning and the Windowclicker video gave me nightmares, this song is keeping me awake and puts me in a fairytale mood - like a higher state than high thing, if you know what I mean! I need to finish an article for the newspaper! Bye bye now!

I love them! Really!

As long as they are not mine. I am not a baby-hater! However, they can get annoying at one point and mostly for a girl like me who has no brothers, no sisters, no younger cousins, no nada! I want to have children of my own at one point in my life, but after my experience of last week I will probably not have them at all or probably I will buy a 24/7 babysitter with no life of her own.


If before I wanted a football team -adopted and my own - now I think one child is more than enough even if I have someone to look after him. They drain out all the energy you have and after they have tried all your patience they tend to loom over you like the bad version of Batman. And as angelic as they seem, they are far away from being Cinderella/Prince Charming/Catwoman/Spiderman/etc!!! Been there, done that! Don't even try to fool me with your evil intentions wrapped in pink paper and white ribbon! Oh, no, no, no! Every time their eyes shine and their face turns pink something dark and mean comes in their mind! I can even see that light bulb turning on! And I don't know how but they manage to get out of it with clean hands! I always got caught as a child, actually I confessed, but I never understood how I become the Joker when I am just trying to do my best in creating a nice, calm, fun atmosphere!

Last week I babysat for the first time in my life. I was more nervous than the mother who was laughing at me every time I was calling her to make sure she did not find someone else to do it. Every Tuesday for five weeks I will be babysitting for four hours this 4 year old boy, which is not that bad. He was calm and nice - even though he almost stained my favourite jeans with his sunscreen lotion - and if I said "No", he would listen. On the other hand, his nonstop energy and stamina were driving me crazy and I was not even able to have a decent conversation of five minuteson the phone - or maybe that is not allowed in the first place? Alex was jumping up and down and he made me sing the Spiderman soundtrack. At least he found it funny.

I am paid for it also. So, money help me get through it and it is kind of a well-paid job and an easy one. You can study, watch cartoons or SF movies or write e-mails while the little one tries to figure out the puzzle you just bought for him to keep the boy occupied. I wonder how it will be tonight. I have some exams coming up and I need to concentrate. Probably I will bring my playstation 3 to keep him busy. You never know!

Bye-bye now! I'm off to see my toddler! Well, isn't he a teenager at the age of 4?

Rewind. Play. Fast Forward.

I have decided to quit spending my precious time on those websites: I have officially cancelled my hi5 account which kind of hurts. Me and that profile have been a long way together, from being hacked to being admired. It was a painful moment but I had to pull myself together and get through with it.

Hence, I did not want to lose everything that was so important for me a couple of years ago, so I saved the pics, the journals, etc. And I came across something very funny that I wrote when I was 15. I really don't understand what was in my head at that point in time, but I find it very funny. Criticise or enjoy!


Sometimes you take it for granted, sometimes you grab it from its balls, sometimes you wonder why, sometimes you don’t even give a sh*t, but on the other hand you will always use it and always try to renew it. Sometimes you destroy it through what you are and what you do, sometimes you get into it too much, but, however, it never changes and it will never even try to change. Sometimes you find it entertaining, but sometimes, actually every time you find it disturbing, although you always try to improve it, but you’re just too lazy to amuse it. Yes, this is what i am talking about, but you just don’t seem to get it, right? You just don’t understand. You neither have the capacity, nor the IQ to just let it be. You make it hard, long, strong enough to deal with it, but so weak that I need just one touch to make it fail. Yes. Indeed this is what i am talking about.

P.S: At least I had the decency to censor myself! ;)

Bad. Sad. Bored. Tired. No good. At all.

My room is a mess, disaster, natural disaster. This week will be a catastrophe, the biggest one I will ever experience. And yet I hope there will be a great outcome for these 5 days of hell.

I am supposed to study, but I seem to fail in pulling myself together. Bad. Very bad.
All those social network websites with pictures of friends, and of those girls I do not love, and of me having fun, are attracting me like a magnet. Three hours ago I said that I will start studying in one hour. Since then I have been sitting around, blogging or reading blogs or uploading pictures.
I will fall asleep before I even open one of those chemistry books. Why? Why? Why?
I bought another magazine today. Sad. Very sad. I am a tree killer (as Jason calls me). I did not read it. I think I will go pick it up from my bag. If I think twice…too lazy to go all the way.
It’s too hot. This is not a true spring. It’s a fake one. No good. No good at all.
Swine flu in Canada. I am scared. I don’t know why. I am afraid.
I just don’t want to study. I will blame it on the news. I am bored. Extremely.

Is it just me or hell broke loose? Wish me luck. I am going to study. Really. Just another blog. And then I will study. PROMISE!

So...I am back

I know. Never kept my promise. Never kept it until now. I know. I have not written in two - three, almost four - months. However, I cannot be blamed. You know: busy schedule, school, work, shopping, magazines, shopping, work, shopping again, shopping twice, movies, etc.

Needless to say, I am not proud of myself. I have lost my inspiration for quite a while now.

Let me begin with what I actually wanted to begin. I have not done anything since February. Who is there to blame? Me! I have no new stories, just good news: I am getting out of adult education! Finally! I was accepted to CEGEP.

For almost two years, I have spent my time redoing the stuff I have already done before I left Romania. I enjoyed it. Good marks, easy exams. One might ask: so what did you learn in two years of Canada? I might answer: nothing!

However, I take back my words. I regret saying that I do not love this country and that I do not find my place. I regret believing that it was unfair, and that I lost my time. I learned French(I am a-very-proud-of-myself polyglot), I learned how money make our lives better, but they do not lead it towards a better place. I have learned to appreciate what others are. I have learned not to underestimate myself, nor my friends, nor my enemies.

What I have really learned, something of which I am not only proud, but very satisfied of, is that life is not fun when it works out the way you planned it. I have accomplished more now, when I was not happy, and when I was struggling to find a way out of my sh***y situation. I have created more memories. Therefore, I have more stories to tell, more to think of, more to learn from.

Believe me when I say: I do not feel like leaving this school. I strive under stress. I succeed when I fear I will fall. The end is always sweeter when I fight.

Let us see what the next chapter brings. If there is no stress, I shall create it!

The invisible tunnel

How do you describe the relationships between all the human beings? I have been having several revelations lately, and I have realized that, though I consider myself a people’s person, I actually know nothing about those surrounding me and that the majority sometimes bore me to death. They bore me to the point that I totally forget if I ever had a connection with them.

They say that best friends are there forever, best friends are there for you in your worst moments, they are there to make you smile when you are sad. Did someone ever tell you that even your best friend for years can become just another person on the planet?

Take as example the relationship between two best friends. There is an invisible tunnel connecting the two of them. And what builds this tunnel is the flow of similar thoughts, interests, etc. At the beginning, it is just a traffic jam of information: some pieces of the puzzle manage to get to one end, others get stuck in the middle, but they will arrive at the destination successfully anyways.

Two best friends go out for a drink, a movie, and they just won’t shut up for 5 hours and when they finally get home, they realize that they did not finish saying everything and they pick up the phone and call each other. They will text each other when they are at work or at school, when they wake up and before they fall asleep. There is a 24 hours connection between them, no matter the distance. One day together will never be enough for these two best friends.

However, on a rainy, sad depressing day, one of them will call. And the other one will let the voicemail run and will stare at the phone thinking “Oh, I don’t feel like listening to her/him again. I am too tired.” And the other one will not understand. And she/he will keep on calling and calling and calling. They will go out again and they will have moments of silence. Before, these would be normal, now they are awkward. One of them will drink the coffee faster or will fake an urgent call from their mother. He/she will leave the cafeteria feeling guilty, knowing that there is something wrong, and that there is no way back.

And one will ask the other “Is there something wrong with you? I need to know… You know you can trust me. I am your BEST FRIEND.” And that is the moment the tunnel just breaks in half. The other one will blame it on stress: school, work, parents, and love problems. However, it is not the truth. Slowly they will have separate lives. They will text each other once a week, just to ask “How are you?” It does not come from the heart anymore. They are just acquaintances right now.

However, one of them will shred tears when the other one is leaving. He will suffer seeing that old friend walking through the airport gate, driving away in that bus, walking out his door. And what is he supposed to do now? Fold his feelings, put them in a box and send them on the same plane?

The tunnel broke first, and then his heart. Friends come and go everyday.

Forever yours. Forever mine. Forever here to share what is good and what is bad. Forever in your shadow, no matter the distance. Where there was a tunnel, ruins will remain. And we can rebuild it, piece by piece, stone by stone, memory by memory. For each tear that dried my skin when I turned my back, one step closer I will get to you. 1882 miles apart.

For someone who I cherish.

For someone who I love.

For someone who will never know.