Quote
of the month: “Begging for the cure,it must get better than this…”
Song
of the month:Flo Rida – Wild Ones
Greetings
again everyone!This must’ve been a month full of prosperity,love and
unfortunately breezing cold for all of you(No offense for the last part,but
it’s still February).Well this month is up and as promised I have to move
forward to the next chapter in my life where I had to face family
complications,random sicknesses and a struggle within myself to make things right
on the last second.So with that being said,START READING!!!1!1
Part
1:Don’t Tread on Me
There’s no secret friendship,is one
of my most vital and favourite things in the world.My friendship with a dozen
of people started reaching unbelievable heights,but in the same time I searched
for certain things that could enhance it.First surprising them with unexpected
gifts,then giving sincere hugs,and to some of them,make them ultimately become
part of my facebook family.All these acts would’ve been a lot more easy to do
if it wasn’t for a pair of parents who were constantly getting on my nerves,or
trying to frustrate me with all their needs.This is a point I’m especially
throwing to my dad,because since his vacation,he was counting on me way to much
with nearly everything from untieing his shoe-laces to make me cancel some of
my personal business for his “requests” with 0 reward.He really started to
drive me insane with all of his acts,and my mom who usually takes my side was
this time his lackey,making it even worse since she’s the kind of person saying
“He’s right honey,you gotta listen to him.”,well it’s very funny to listen to a
guy who knows only to criticize and acuse me for any of my virtues(the way I
look,the way I talk,the way I act etc.).I’ve grown very sick of this,and slowly
I started to get mature in my decisions with everything.I told my dad one night
that it’s fine if he wants me to help him when he is in deep trouble but for
God’s sake I told him to don’t tread on me,because he has 44 years and he acts
like someone who has 70.He really needs to work on that attitude because I have
my own stuff to do and I am not going to be his slave all the time.I also
pointed out the fact that he would’ve been in a rough spot easily if I went to
college last year.Like any parent,he obviously thought that I am unruly,and
that I am rebelling against him.He tried to punish me but I told him that
punishment would’ve worked if this was me at the 10 years,while now I am 20.He
then threathened me to never open the door for me if I’ll leave,then I told him
that I’ll take my own key,and open it myself.Seeing that none of his traps
weren’t working…he bailed out like nothing happened.Typical.He would never
admit his own mistakes unless he is drunk or if indeed he has no way to escape
this situation.Nevertheless I would also mind my own business and fade to
black,facing my own depressions with the concerns over my current state and my
future.Getting to college is my main goal this year,and my friends usually
would grab their phones to call me and help me talk about my future on a local
pub like History or Bizzar(the funny part is that since it was cold as hell in
February,we would either drink tea,or sip some Vodka).One day when I went out
with 2 of my ex-colleagues from my past meditation era,Irina and Andra,I
realised that I was doing for some of my
friends a childish gesture like rooting them in a facebook family.This
trigger,hit me so hard I couldn’t believe myself.My facebook family was a
mess.Sure it had my relatives,but in the mid-February there were a number of
unbiological family members which increased tenfold.I had like 25 relatives,of
which 6-7 were actually in my family.From that night I drank a shot of vodka
and sweared that on 29 February I am putting an end to this unbiological
family,sadly that was the last thing I remembered that night…
Part
2:Be careful what you wish for…….
Alright,now for the artistic
part…For awhile,I’ve been scoring an overall mark for each year I’ve passed
through since starting highscool.2008 was a rough one,but it opened door for a
modern version of me,2009 is by far the best year of my highschool,2010 was
fantastic,but 2011 was just tragic.One of the main reasons why I hated 2011 was
because it was full of unwanted events,failures and nightmares that neither I
in my wildest dreams could ever think about.
I failed to achieve my dream to be a college student,hence why I now stand in my hometown alone,while my ex-classmates,my friends are scattered all over the country.Check.
I
fallen in love for the first time in my life,and I mean it.I couldn’t commit to
anyone,that until I met a certain girl whoes name I can’t spell because
she’s dead to me at the moment.Check.
I’ve
considered three separate ocassions to attempt comitting suicide,only to be
stopped by friends and family,and be forced to work my way through the most of
my rotten year in a living hell/sanitarium.Check.
I
could spell a 100 more reasons why I hated 2011 so much;I can’t say it didn’t
had it’s pros,but this was year was just bound for failure.
I
can describe my highschool years very easily.It was like a clover.You know that
plant you usually meet with 3-4 leafs?4-leaf clovers are the symbol of
luck,giving you faith to expect only good things in the future.3-leaf clovers
are widespreaded and they don’t symbolise anything,they just tell you nothing
great is going to happen,but you should try and try again to find your
happiness on a 4-leaf clover.Of course,you may find other clovers with 1-7
leafs other than 3 and 4 which all would have their meaning,but…what about the
cursed one?What about the No Leaf Clover?I mean,if you find a 4-leaf clover
you’ll be lucky,if you find a 3-leaf clover nothing special will happen,but
what happens when you find a no leaf clover?In my case,the no leaf clover is a
symbol of your luck running out,that you are bound for failure,and that you
can’t do anything about but to bare it.I’ve found this cursed leaf outside my
home once and thought what’s next?The atrocities then started happening…The no
leaf clover has it’s effects on anything you love the most:your job,your social
state,your friends,your loved ones,everything.It’s effect are quite
devastating,since you develop a mentality of a lost kid who knows that the
sunshine never comes.
I’ve
passed this stage very hard,but it took it’s toll on everything I mentioned I
lost earlier.But in the same time I realised that the No Leaf Clover has a
great outcome if you manage to pass it.It makes you change to a
stronger,improved,polished and way more powerful human being.This might be the
only good thing I liked about 2011.It nearly killed me,but now that I survived
it until the end,I know that I am indestructible,and this year I swear to God…I
am Bound for Glory.
Part
III:Hugs and promises,make you to stubborn to die
The
last week for me was more of an emotional mayhem.My dad needed rest for he had
a rough schedule at work,and out of nowhere he became ill.This sickness
agravated into something worse giving him no choice but to go to the
hospital.This made the whole family panic as we had no idea of this sickness or
how daddy is going to work out through it.I was psyhically demolished because I
couldn’t believe that in the morning of the day I was going to tour in
Bucharest,I didn’t found any of my parents home.I just didn’t know what to do.I
was seriously considering to stay home and survey my father,but in the same
time I knew it was my last chance to go and visit one of the greatest
cities,and reignite the fire between me and a lot of my friends there.After mom
got home she said I don’t need to stay here,because he’s in the hands of the
doctors who will keep an eye on him and get him healthy.
Ultimately
I chose to leave,but I couldn’t leave my dad without atleast keeping in
touch,so I prayed for him 24/7,and called him everyday to see if he’s
alright.Thankfully my prayers were received and he is in a great shape right
now.
My
2nd touring of Bucharest was a 9.25/10 overall,and I’ll explain why.After
the first visit,I decided a week later that the next tour will be on 25
February.The main reason why I wanted this so badly is because of my friends
and relatives there who I missed for far too long to wait for them to come
back.
First day was mostly about
Christian,Sabin and Andrew.I met Christian for the first time in a few months
and we were eager to meet each other so we can have our old school discussing
at a pub from his campus called Trattoria 20.In a parallel I tried to bring
somebody with me but that somebody was so confused she’d choose between “Yes”
and “No” the magical word called “Maybe”,which really pissed me off and made me
not to call her ever again if she’s still up to answer with that magical word
that builds only expectations over expectations to utter
dissapointment.Nevertheless me and Christian had a great time,we didn’t had any
awkward moments,and had handful of topics to discuss.He then led me to the
subway,and there I debuted a brand new feature to my trip called “The On-Air
Hug”,a taped hug with a special friend of mine which goes to a special tribute
movie I’ll link below this chapter.This new feature helped me in 2 ways.Number
1,it proved my statement that I care for my friends a lot and made it special
in every single way,and number 2,it motivated and helped me survive through a
sickness I caught the next day.After reaching Sabin’s residence from Bucharest
(where I lived for my tenure),me,Sabin and Andrew had a whole night of laughing
and trolling on people while drinking and smoking limitless.The next morning I
woke up with a cold.Andrew made fun of me for waking up so early while he
bearly opened his eyes at 2 PM.I then went with Sabin while I was sick to get
some speakers sold for some cash and a pair of Beats by Dr Dre.That’s the point
where a flu hit me hard and I could bearly breathe.Granted Sabin told me I
could go home and rest.After getting back home this sickness got worse and
drived me nuts because it was clear I couldn’t attened a Dubstep Concert held
on the Roman Arenas,and I also wanted to meet my ex-mates.Then Diana came and
saved my ass with a powerful effervescent pill that made me walk on 2 feet
again.
I knew I still couldn’t go to the
concert,but the least I could do is continue this Hug-a-mania Tour and meet
with my ex-mates.As promised I talked to Robert,and he was excited to come with
me.He also asked if he could bring Simona and Alina(another 2 ex-mates).I
replied with Simona(A.K.A. “The Beast” or his girlfriend) must come and
Alina…well,you may remember when I talked about somebody earlier who said maybe
she’ll join me and Christian.That somebody was her,and I took that act of her
intollerance on account also.I told him I have no problem with Alina
coming,it’s just that I am not calling her anymore.He then asked me why,and I told him yesterday's story.He understood,and took care of the
girls,while I was recuperating.Robert then called and told me that the girls are
guaranteed to come,and that Alina was desperate to do anything to repair that
mistake she did yesterday on me.I was quite intruiged that she didn’t really
knew what to do to cheer me up and Robert told her to handle it on her
own.Anywho I met with all 3 of them at the subway hugged’em all (yeah,even
Alina,and it was a deep one) then we went to KFC.It was quite awkward for me
that Robert and Simona were together while me and Alina previously dated,and
they did a lot of references of us being together,I just acted normal and joked
around this couple as they had a failing Valentine’s Day.What’s more awkward
is that Alina was like laughing aside their attempts to tease me and her,but in
the same time I could sense she was unhappy for being single too.Nevertheless we had
an amazing night,we took some great photos and did the “On-air hug” with
everyone at the end of the trip hoping for the best and looking forward to meet
again as soon as possible.The last hug with Alina was the longest but I
couldn’t helped it,I had to make it worth it.
The next morning I had my sights set
to meet my aunt whom I missed for almost 5 years.Diana picked me up to help her
with groceries,then we prepaired for lunch at home.Meeting with my auntie
Mirela was quite a legendary quest since she isn’t the kind of person to
wait,while I missed a tram,and had to run my way through mud with my jacket
unzipped and listening Master of Puppets on my headphones.In the end I mananged
to catch a subway to where she was and found her car.I couldn’t believe my eyes
when I met with her,she was the same sweet person I once knew,and this time we
had quality time to spend together at an expensive restaurant the original Trattoria:Il
Calcio,where we talked about all kind of stuff from our family,my future and
how to make it brighter,lifestyles,music and jobs.After that we took some
pictures together and we started touring Bucharest in the real sense of the
word.Driving a Toyota Yari,with Rock FM Radio music,and sight-seeing every
atractive spot from this humongous city.When the trip was done I did my usual “On-air
hug” with her she gave me some cash to have some fun,and let me go do my visiting
to other friends.Returning to the “Regie” complex led me to my ex-meditation
colleague Andra’s residence and her roommates where we laughed out loud to
mostly anything,from memories,to talking to my other ex-meditation colleague
Irina,to even scroll 9GAG to infinity.Of course the “On-air hug” was also
featured here.
Returning home was my next top
priority,but it was made a lot more harder, since Sabin and Diana weren’t home
as they left to their respective faculties,and I couldn’t leave the appartament
unlocked,so I had my time to fool around and take some weird pictures,listen
music,and talk to myself about what a ride this was.After Diana finally got
home,I managed to take a picture with her in a shrine of glory (she didn’t want
any picture to be taken with her),and as a bonus I also managed to do my shtick
with the “On-air hug” with her too.Honestly she is one of those fewer human
beings with whom we can fight and argue like we are boys,and at the end of the
day have a great friendship.I am thankfull she gave me the cure for my
sickness,and made me too stubborn to die again.She is one of those fewer girls
I consider her as a grand-daughter to me (on facebook atleast) but in the real
life I give her credit for being a sister I wish I had for a long time.
Leaving
the city was quite a challenge,I took a cab after almost an hour of phone
calls,the Taxi took me at the wrong station,it was late and the last ride to my
hometown of Slatina was next in a few minutes.That’s when my instincts came
into play and I remembered the 4 key points to the station:The Fitness
club,Maxbet,The Profi Market,and The Slaughterhouse.Remembering all those
checkpoints helped me get to the very last ride in the very last minute.That
moment made me feel victorious like Freddie Mercury.Coming back home meeting my
parents both healthy and safe lifted me from any pressure and made the end of
this month be a perfect one.I'll leave 2 links with to a movie that sums up my whole trip in 7 minutes here,they're made in romanian language but I sticked 2 Flo Rida songs and made it energetic,to make it more interesting,enjoy!
This is my 2nd story of 12
from my life,I loved sharing with you.I hope you enjoyed it!Next will be
Chapter III:Winterspring and I’ll release it in late March.
Photo of the Month:
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| Me and Robert chillin' at KFC |
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