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Sa trecem peste numele foarte original si oarecum modernsi sa ne intoarcem la relaxare.
Nimeni nu stie sa se relaxeze mai bine decat aceasta pisica care este de a dreptul sadica , uneori.
Primul pas este sa te intinzi cat mai mult
Mitu

dar poate nu se vede destul de bine …. uite si mai aproapeMitZu
Deci, trebuie sa te intinzi cat mai mult posibil si sa DORMI!
Da , cheia relaxarii este somnul si daca se poate la soare ( asa spune Mitzu nu va luati de ea, este o fata trust me on it dar tot nu va luati de nume).

Dar, as putea eu sa adug fara aprobarea lui Mitzu inca cateva lucruri:
-spa ( cu tot cu piscina, masaj the works)
-plimbari cu un ceai bun la sfarsit
-merge si patine, schi sau ce alte nebunii se mai fac iarna
-si ,ca orice cinefil, os a sugerez filme chiar si astea de sezon
daca nu apar niste filme dragute gen I am Legend si Alien Vs predator si se face destul de mult tam tam pe baza lor.
era sa uit
SOMN

Please leave your worries and troubles at the door!
thank you

In the fantasy world anything and everything can happen!
You go ANYWHERE
have the perfect date under the moonlight or fire place (hey I am an idealistic romantic)
just close your eyes and imagine it all from the tiniest details to the whole picture. Want a red Valentino dress check A prince charming double check. You can even dance tango here and not trip and make a total fool of yourself.

Close your eyes! And stop for a minute all the struggle and desire to make the world a better place for you and/ or everyone else.

I admit, I want to change the world but instead I sleep! Because in my dreams I can be quietly and peacefully insane every night

Back to my world, I’ll send you a postcard.

I know it might sounds pretty cool to stay in bed and be waited on hand and foot but the pills, the scary needles. They are not worth it in my book! Wanna trade?
So please take care of your self and don’t end up in my position. I get the pills and the needles … yey.
Anyway, I have a sinus problem and an allergies thing so it’s just my Autumn luck.

So say NO to cold and fallow some or all of these tips :

-dress in the most cozy cloths you have so you’ll be all warm and fuzzy (goodbye cool T shirts)
- a scarf may save your throat from being all sore
-some immunity pills or herbal tea is a must
- stay well hydrated (we all tend to walk around during our daily lives in a state of relative dehydration).
- get enough sleep (to allow our immune systems to “recharge”) - easier said than done!! Forget about the math homework and get those 8 hours sleep
- eat a balanced, healthy diet. That means no chips!
- avoid folks who are spreading their “germs” through coughing, sneezing, etc. It’s perfectly acceptable to ask such individuals to cover their noses and mouths to avoid passing respiratory viruses into the air you are sharing with them. (I did my part and covered my mouth an nose)
- wash your hands (or use an alcohol-based hand sanitizer) frequently when out in public (especially after touching door knobs, public phones, shared keyboards, etc.).
- and, very importantly, keep your “unwashed” hands away from your eyes, nose or mouth when out in public. This is the way most respiratory viruses are passed – you get tiny infectious secretions from another person on your hands and then inoculate them into your own mucous membranes. But, please don’t go on being a neat freak because of this. Just pay a bit more attention or have some wet tissues to temporarily wash your hands

You have to love Sundays!

It’s an unwritten rule that I ,for one, fallow. First of all, it’s Sunday the last day of a long week when you just know that you should do some urgent stuff but why do it when you can go for a walk and enjoy the sun. So basically the attitude is “I can… but I won’t”
Since I have no homework and no pressing and urgent matters (the exams and colleges can wait because they’re annoying sites will still be there tomorrow for me to try and figure out where the heck am I going to go) I went for a long and refreshing walk.
Just forget about the troubles and enjoy the Sunday! I have this goofy like smile that I hope will stay there for a week or just to get me through Monday.
Although, my feet are hurting so bad it was all more than worth it. And I got flowers too

The perfect way to end the perfect day is with a cake Guess what? I found one at home and an apple cake is one of my favorites.

I may be a wanderer but ,hey, so are you !

Iubesc animalele! (I really really do)
Nu conteaza pentru mine daca arata adorabil sau nu, eu le indragesc. Am fost in stare sa salvez racii la mare din mainile unor baieti care se jucau cu ei si m-am aventurat sa ii duc inapoi in mare mai incolo de dig. Au sugerat oamenii ca sunt de la greenpeace sau ceva dar eu pur si simplu iubesc animalele.
Nu am fost niciodata in stare sa dau intr-un animal nici macar atunci cand faceam echitatie si tipa antrenorul la mine sa dau cu cravasa in cal sa mearga mai repede. Eu “mituiam” calul cu zahar cubic. Desi nu cred ca nobilul animal si-a dat vreodata seama de asta dar el coopera cu mine in legea lui.
Si ca orice animal lover raman socata cum unii sunt in stare sa le chinuie. Nu iti palce, okay mergi mai departe. Nici eu nu sunt pasionata de insecte si doar cand sunt pe mine reactionez instinctiv si dupa ce tip si sar ca un mic titirez il dau jos de pe mine mai usor sau mai dur (cand aceasta se duce in raiul insectelor…daca exista).
Daca iti plac animalele atunci arata-le putin suport si semneaza aceasta petitie pentru a infinta politia animalelor in Romania.

SIGN

Thx to Malin Viktoria for the animal rights pictures

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be measured by the way its animals are treated.”

– Mahatma Gandhi

Things that make me all special

1. just picture 4 people lying back on the beach looking at the stars , listening to the sea and to good music when suddenly there is a big ” POP” and one of them gets hurt ; nope not the hand or leg was stepped one but…. the head MY poor little head had a little shoe imprinted on it (bloody brilliant… after 30 min of holding a coca cola can to my forehead everything was … better )
2.paralyzing spray! It’s suppose to save your dear life not make it miserable (considering the fact that you own it). Well just be careful where you place it for two very good reason: one to get out really quick and make a difference and two so that you don’t accidentally trigger that thing in your bag or whatever. I manage to do that little wonder and I was so confused at first because a strange noise was coming out of my bag and since it was 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning and my neurons were on a break I opened it right in front of my face………. yup reaaaaaaaaaally smart of me. I had puffy eyes and my whole face was burning. But on the bright side at least I know it works for a good couple of hours.
3.Coffee in the morning was music to my ears till the day when it was all over my jeans and, of course, it was very very hot. So I yelled a bit and wondered why did I ever get out of bed!
3.Chocolate! That wonderful aphrodisiac was all over my pants and blouse because I am that
lucky to have the food I adore (or adored) very close to me in a straight kinda way. The bonus was the brand new white pants that I had… they’ll gone have a bit more color and be veeeeery original.
4.tripping….. anywhere and anyhow I manage it. Broke my nose once. Maybe I should pay more attention to the road and less to the surroundings or the sky, sounds like a good idea.
5.shoes, beloved shoes you end up in front of the camera at a wedding for everyone to see how graceful I truly am.
6.ever had the felling ” I need to go NOW to the bathroom”? I did! In my rush to get there I kinda sort of got in the wrong one… but in my defense the sign was really small and unreadable! To bad a guy opened the door right after I stormed in…. (in case you were wondering I manage to get to the right one)

If things like this happen to you too then it’s good to know that I am not the only beautiful disaster. (disaster sounds so harsh but the beautiful part makes it a bit better)

Era trecut de meizul noptii si starea generala de greata s-a mai risipit dar temperatura era in continua crestere desi eu sustineam sus si tare ca imi este foarte frig, deh frisoanele astea.
38.6 repede o fiola cu algocalmin si asteptat putin sa coboare temperatura… dupa 30 de min aceeasi temperatura si acelasi frisoane insistente, macar puteam sa stau in picioare fara sa imi vina sa dau apa la boboci (probabil nu mai aveam ce sa mai dau)
Tras aer adanc in piept si hai la Urgente!
Ajung si pe la urgente, iar cat imi iau datele din buletin sunt rugata sa urinez putin intr-o chestiuta de aia. Dupa ce mi-au facut si o radiografie am reusit si eu sa umplu pe jumatate chestiuta aia si urmeaza asteptul pe un pat de spital pt rezultatele de la analize. In acest timp o domana foarte dragut a venit cu o seringa cu ac “mic” ca sa imi faca o injectia in vena sa imi scada temperatura si starea generala de rau… Incerc sa inghid ochii, sa nu vad acul dar nu prea merge pt ca si venele mele se ascund de ac (s-au facut asa de subtiri de abia le mai vedeai) si saraca domana scoate acul si mai incearca o data si , norocul meu, gaseste vena. Sunt mandra ca am stiu sa zic la ce sunt alergica (apicilina si cefalosporine) dar tot am primit injectia.
Toate bune si frumoase dar cat astept rezultatele numai cele mai sumbre ganduri trec prin capul meu si faptul ca ma aflu pe un pat la urgenete inconjurata de tot felul de aparate nu ma ajuta cu absolut nimic. Am vazut un om cu nasul rupt, o batranica pe o targa, un domn cu perfuzii si inca o domnisoare care avea probleme cu reomatismul dar ei pleaca si eu raman acolo…
Vin si rezultatele si se pare ca am o infectie urinara (oh joooooooy) si doctorita vine cu foita pe care scrie tratamentul meu. Eu sunt in stadiul in care dau politicos din cap, mai repet cate un cuvant si sper sa plec cat mai repede de acolo.
Si plec! Ajung la triaj si mami meu ma asteapta si vorbeste cu asistenata despre reteta mea si pe mine incepe sa ma ia o stare de ameteala, ma ajez pe scaun si zambesc frumos. Amandoua se uita ciudat la mine dar eu insist ca imi este bine ( incapatanarea asta). Ajungem la iesiri, la aer curat si dintr-o data totul devine negru pentru mine!
Am lesinat! Norocul meu ca mami meu are aproape de mine si m-a prins, daca nu cine stie ce imi mai rupeam. Din cate mi-a spus ea am devenit foarte rigida dupa ce am lesinat si au trebuit 3 persoane sa ma bage intr-un scaun cu rotile…
Ma trezesc inapoi in sala de la urgente cu medicii vorbind repede pana cand observa ca am deschis ochisorii si ma uit total confuza in jur… nu am mai fost aici?
Ma intreaba de mancare pe care eveident nu am mai avut de la 14 si ceva cand mi s-a facut gretea si numai mirosul de mancare imi facea rau… apoi daca tin vreu regim si mie imi vine sa rad putin (la cat bag in mine deregula) dar nu pot decat sa dau din cap in semn de nu.
Sunt dusa din nou la un pat pe care ma si asez pe spate, dar macar imi ridica chestia de la cap putin. Numai bine vad ca vine asistenata cu o perfuzie si un ac. Acolo era calciu si numai stiu ce ca sa ma readuca pe picioare… ma uit la ac si apoi la mana mea stanga care va fi intepata de un “fluturas”. Trag aer in piept si am uit la tavan dupa care ma uit mai sus de incheietura si vad acea perfuzie care baga calciu si inca ceva in venea mea. Oricum tota atentia medicilor era spre mine acum si ma intreaba cum ma simt si reusesc sa scot din gura un timid “bine”.
Deci daca vreti atentia medicilor de la urgenete lesinati frumos cand iesti de acolo si o sa o aveti! Am incercat nu de alta… desi as fi preferat sa nu

“Everything you can imagine is real” said Pablo Picasso but what happens when the reality is so far away from the imagination?
We all imagine a way in which things are supposed to happen and we even go further and create all the details in our mind. I, for one, exaggerate in the details and I don’t make it all perfect just the outcome :). To bad that my imagination is so much better than the reality.
First of all, I really did hope that my cat with jump in my arms when I came back home but …. I almost lost my finger because of her And it is really hard to type without an index finger (it’s still there but to numb to type)
And don’t forget the dream trip that turns out to be no more then ordinary. Thank God for the nights when you can go crazy without fear of retribution!
Trust me when I say this driving is not all that pleasant especially on a bumpy road like those in the country side. Sure it has its perks and I really love it at times but I still don’t have my dream car and I admit I am not the driver from my imagination
You know you get those stuff in the mail that tell you that you won something! You get all wrapped up and imagine what can it be in that tiny thingy. Don’t you dare get your hopes up because they’ll only drag you down once you open it
Friends will be friends in both places just that in the imagination…. (well you get the point, you’re perfect there)
Oh and the prince charming thing… it doesn’t matter where you meet him (sea side, bar, a walk) he ain’t that charming in the sunlight or after you get your head form the clouds
In my imaginary world those things never happen :)) it can get boring but I never get to spend enough time there to get tired of it (damn alarm clock)
Just so you know: I respect reality, I even look her straight in the eye, just that I chose to ignore her from time to time

So sue me for being a hopeless dreamer

Va rog sa imi explicati si mie de ce soferii cu mai multa experienta tot timpul sau cel putin sicand eram si eu prin masina vor sa depaseasca o masina cu semn de incepator!
Inteleg de ce eu sunt depasita …dar mami sau tati (soferi cu prea multa experienta )?

Ce frumos sa bagat un “destept” in fata lui tati si el nu e genul care sa franeze si sa isi vada de treaba , orgolilul asta masculin, si evident sa luat la interecere.
:)) Trebuia sa ii faca o poza omului cand a fost depasit de masinuta incepatoare intr-un stil impecabil dar foarte riscant, nu intru acum in detalii :P.
Eu incercam sa nu fac un comentariu de genul “Tu de ce poti sa faci asa ceva si mie imi scoti ochii cand depasesc o amarata de caruta?” dar m-am abtinut eroic in mare parte pt ca ma concentram sa nu rad prea tare:))

Si mami a mai patit o chestiuta cand toti soferii se baga in fata ei pe strada probabil pt ca vad o femeia la volan (cara a condus prin Transfagarasan asta vara dar mai conteaza) si acel semn. Ea este mai “cuminte” mai scapa cateva cuvinte mai “colorate” dar mai rar faca chestii riscante.

Ce bine ca doar un an trebuie sa il am!
Inca imi fac iluzii ca o sa ajung sa ma relaxez cand conduc asa cum face tata dar mai am mult de conuds (am doar vreo 200km facuti ).

Uita-te putin la ea

cata pasiune!
Pare asa usor dar , sincer, e al naibi de greu.
Numai pana ce nimeresti mingea aia enervanta…Spun asta din experienta proprie pt ca ,evident, am ratat la inceput si prin inceput ma refer la prima ora sau asa ceva. Dar dupa ce incepi sa nimeresti nu iti mai vine sa dai aceea racheta jos! Inteleg pasiunea si dedicatia lor si o admir din plin dar acesti oameni au o forta si o agilitate uimitoare…how do they do it? Si ca sa ma simt si mai paralela cu acest sport exact la terenul de alaturi niste profesionisiti ne aratau cum se joace de fapt. Nu stiu cum ajungea minge de la un jucator la altul dar prin aer nu apucam sa o vad!
Vorbind de pasiune si noi am avut asa ceva de la 13 la 18 (copii nebuni…stiu).
Si eu m-am ales cu un bronz original Sunt extrem de mandra de el (aveti grija la sarcasm va rog) si arat ca un clovn! Si nu unul dragut care te face sa razi si face baloane ciudate ci un clovn de Stephen King
BU!
Sa nu mai vorbim de insolatia draguta pe care o am dar riscul meseriei.
Cred ca as mai face asta o data cu o singura exceptie mi-as lua crema de protectie solara la mine…. yeah I am freak!

Where to go on the 1st of May?
Well the sea side is too far and there are not enough money for that trip (next year?) so the obvious choice was Izvorul Muntelui.
I for one love it but my left foot is still complaining but I am actively ignoring it.
Surprisingly, I only tripped once but Silviana was there to lend a hand or better said an arm (sorry for that mate).
Silviu took loads of photos so we have proof of the snowflakes on the 1st of May.
And probably Corina is still pissed off at me that I gave some of the food to the very skinny dogs.
All in all it was an wonderful experience and it made me appreciate the warmth of my apartment and luxury of a bubble bath even more.
Totally out of the subject, the cap guy drove like a maniac and I loved it.
And a very embarrassing thing that I need to get out of my chest: at the gas stop I went in the wrong bathroom (this is the part where I am blushing) but isn’t the girls bathroom first and then the guy’s?

Vineri 20 aprilie a fost ziua mea norocoasa!
Am ajuns ,ca orice persoana stresata, la 8 fara 10 in fata scolii de soferi unde urma sa dau examenul. Nu stiam pe nimeni si nici macar baia nu o gaseam dar eram optimista (inca).
Ne aduna pe toti domnul politist pt taiere si incepe sa ne strige numele primii 60 si ceva au intrat in prima serie (norocosi sau ghinionisti depinde cum privesti) si eu inca asteptam. Bright side :Luck Oil era aproape si o ciocolata face minuni ;).
Again in fata usi si astept sentinta… d-l politist zice pana la 100 si eu nu sunt printre ei (ganduri negre de acum… mi-am depus dosarul?) si 101 EU! Sincer 101 e numar cu noroc si 11, nr chestionarului pe care l-am avut.
Am mai avut de asteptat vreo ora pentru ca mai era o serie, soferii profesionisti dar nimic nu mai conta.
In aceea ora am resuit sa gasesc baia (da stiu o chestie incredibil de greaaaaaaaa dar nu ati vazut SSA, scoala unde am dat examenul, e imensa). Si m-am imprietenit cu lume la fel de stresata si la fel de sigura ca acum ia sala si ajunge la oras care e relativ simplu (dupa 30 de min eram la fel jumpy si pt proba de oras).
Ora 11 toti in fata care de care mai speriat de bombe si incepe sa strige numele si Respins sau , cazuri foarte norocoase , Admis. Primul gand cand i-am vazut a fost ca sunt cam multe dosare in bratele politistului deci multi respinsi… oare sunt printre ei?
1 si un nume pe care, evident, l-am uitat in secunda urmatoare Respins
… 100 Respins (acum chiar imi tineam respiratia pt ca eu urmam dupa un sir destul de lung de respinsi si doar cativa admisi)
101 ADMIS!
Desi nu am zic ca un tip ” Multumesc lui Dumnezeu” am fost in al 9′lea cer (aleluia). Anyway am inceput sa sar pe acolo si sa imi sun instructorul ca ,finally, dau orasul! (am cazut la sala cu 21 prima data , exact la limita)
Din 100 si ceva de oameni, in spate la Petrodava, unde ne-a zis sa ne adunam pt proba de oras, erau cam 30 de oameni dar o parte erau instructori si prieteni care se ocupau de sustinerea morala pt to be drivers.
Am dat si aceasta proba in jur de ora 13 si ,chiar daca inaite de a intra in masina tremuram ca o frunzulita, cand m-am asezat si am inceput sa-mi pun scaunul, oglinzile si centura am uitat de stres, de examen, eram in elemntul meu. Domnul politist sa asezat si a fost neasteptat de dragut si extraordinar de calm. A durat cam 15 20 de minute toata distractia si cand a trebuit sa trag pe dreapta si l-am vazut ca scrie admis pe fisa de examen eram intr-o stare foarte ciudata, poate chiar, nirvana. Evident a trebuit sa dau cu capul de ceva la iesire dar asta nu mai conteaza macar m-am trezit
AM LUAT PERMISUL!!! *go me*
Si finally voi conduce fara sa am pe cineva care sa imi spuna unde sa merg.
Btw, would you be in a car while I am doing the driving? ( punctele de penalizare la oras au fost luate pt curbe luate cu viteza destul de mare… dar masina e intreaga
(da stiu … va dau de baut:D)

Remember those romance movies where the beautiful girl with her high heels trips on the stairs and then ,just like magic, a handsome guy grabber’s her by the waist and “saves” her from the immediate death… and they ;lived happily ever after (bla bla bla).
I feel on the frigging stairs! So what if I didn’t have my high heels on and short skirt? That doesn’t mean I don’t get saved by Prince Charming! Right?
That was one of “this can only happen to me” moments. Seriously! How many people manage to trip in comfy shoes while carrying a shopping bag?
I for one know none!
Now my ribs hurt like heal and, still, no Prince Charming to bring me that ice … Maybe my cat while bring it if I ask nicely ;

“Mi se clatina un dinte. Uite!” zice inocent surioara
Si la inceput e dulce si draguta dar chiar la fiecare strain de pe strada sa zici? Cine stie poate isi face o cariera in publicitate.
Aventura cu Zana Maseluta, care a lipsit cu desavarsire cand eram eu mica ; profund traumatizata … va da-ti seama, a inceput ca o zi normala de vineri. Anyway sunt trezita de chestiuta blonda care sare in sus si in jos si tot ma trage sa vad ceva. Sincer ma asteptam la o eclipsa totala de soare cand m-am trezit dar pt o fetita de 5 ani clatinare primului dinte e de doua ori mai important. S-a documentat, stie de zana stie de banut si toate aceste cunostinte provin de la desene (vedeti nu ne strica mintea televizorul!?).
Doua zile s-a jucat cu el si tot se gandea ce ia va duce buna zana si azi a gasit cadoul mult asteptat. A disparut dintele si au aparut 2 dvd-uri , yeah the tinny coin is overrated, si 20 de lei. Zana asta e generoasa … oare ar fi prea tarziu sa ma fac dentist? As face o avere cu asa o zana!

You know how we wait and wait to turn 18 and when that actually happens where like (or maybe just me) “oh what a perfect day”. It really didn’t matter that it was pouring outside ( I am the stormcloud after all :))) I felt like nothing could go wrong so what if it wasn’t perfect? t was damn near close to perfect.
But first can I tell you about my amazing gifts?;
First of all a lot of ” Happy Birthdays!” wishes that changed the rain clouds from my head away.
On your day you under the spot light and just for that day you actually like all the attention all the fuss (I usually don’t).
My parents were the best ever : a driving school and a promise to use either of there cars once I have a driver’s licences, a fantastic location for my birthday party (a fancy club with poll, bowling and not so bad music Tequila),a leather jacket which will be perfect for me, and some mountain climbing stuff. My aunty was extremely nice and got me a brand new phone with dad’s support (he signed to contract) Sony EricssonW710i.
The friends gift was fantastic a really really great jewelry piece :D:D. Thanks Corina I know you were behind it ;).
And adorable dog toy with a fancy bracelet on its neck a DVD (which I haven’t seen btw) and another jewelry piece and a thingy to place on walls (that will be some other time).
And let’s not forget the 1001 albums to hear in lifetime.
Loads of sweets … they do know I am a chocoholic :D.
Next an adorable little bag filled with Dove stuff (yeah I like Dove a lot) and a sweater too black even.
Last but not least an aromatherapy thingy and a photo album
Oh I almost forgot the money I got :D well… it’s in my secret drawer key word for where did I put them? :))) Oh well they will turn out eventually.
Let me tell you about the party ::D
We were about 20 or something I think less which was kinda good because there weren’t to many little groups (just 2). We fooled around there till 4 30 and I hope they really had a great time. I for one did and I learned to play pool and bowling :D And I actually won at5 poll once fair and square.
*ring **ring* Oh great more family friends popping bye! You know what that means … GIFTS!!
I loved my day and all the expecting was 100% worth it! And I have the huge bucket of flowers to prove it

A straight forward answer would be : NOTHING! Case closed and we’ll move along but that would be a big lie…
So what have I been doing? Went to a party last Friday and dind’t get completely drunk although there was this awkward scene on the stairways (I’ll spare you the details). Somehow I made up my mind on what am I going to do for my big day (birthday…18..whatever)… we’ll see if changing the way others did this year will be good or not but no matter what I want to have fun whatever that will lead to.
The great discovery this week is that I am addicted to electricity. Monday there was a power cut and for a couple of hours I was without electricity and I still pushed the on button on my pc and at the microwave oven in hope of some sparkle of light. However, I am proud of myself for managing to make some lunch with the help of the old fashion oven ( please do not asked how long it toked… it is to embarrassing to say).
Surprise surprise I got flowers for the 8th March! Shocking I know! And no … it wasn’t from a girl if you were going to ask that silly question.
My biggest accomplishment was managing to go the church and do the whole confession thing. Haven’t done that since I was about 7 or was it 6? I am not exactly sure if I was supposed to feel relieved after the tell-the-truth-to-a-priest thing but I was feeling pretty damn good. And he was nice enough to not ask a lot of questions but I am not that talkative in the morning so he was lucky to get my name some yes and some no from me But I did it!
And since the weekend has almost passed I had the time to see some fantastic movies like The Prestige (like illusions? magic? tricks? like hugh jackman and the guy who played batman… forgot the name… see it! really it was breathtaking and at the end was like OH MY GOD and I didn’t put pause one second and that is saying all) next on my list was The pursuit of happyness (Will Smith in a fantastic drama. In the Declaration of Independence it was said that everyman is allowed to pursue happiness I guess happiness is something we can only pursue and never give up even if some tell us it is impossible) The Fountain (critically acclaimed but I am ashamed I didn’t understand much of it… even fell asleep; can I blame the time?).
And since I am ranting about movies on the 25 May Pirates of the Caribbean: To the end of the world (or something like that) will be on the big screen. Johnny Depp is one of my favorite actors and Captain Jack Sparrow :D is absolutely amazing
Okay so I haven’t written enough for 2 weeks but my mom has work to do on my beloved PC

The house was full with people that were saying their goodbyes and I was one of them . What a man he was to make a whole house full and the backyard as well. He will be missed!
The cold was not important, although I think I caught a cold but at least I am still breathing for another day and many more to come (I hope).
For the first time I could say anything just a bit optimistic as a matter of fact I couldn’t say a word… all those people with all those long faces and let’s not forget the coffin.
That was weird seeing that man in the coffin all dressed up and I had to place flowers in there .(confession I’m glad I didn’t ate before because my stomach couldn’t of handled that).
I don’t remember much form the ceremony for I was lost in my own thoughts about dying. Will I be missed? Will so many people show up for my ….funneral? And is the resting place in the ground the best solution?
It is kinda creepy seeing a man or what is left of him being placed in the ground and then to see others shovelling dirt , ground whatever upon the closed coffin.
This is my favorite poem from now on:
Crossing The Bar
by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our borne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.