Archive | January, 2009

See her waters break, rain falling to the sea

23 Jan

Oh ( not mine but ) Will’s days!

18 Jan

Haha, funny thing, what do mostly people do while they’re in England? Well, first of all, they complain about the weather, although sometimes it’s not that bad. Second of all, they drink…quite a lot. And tonight we got wasted! I mean, so wasted that after 5 hours my Finnish flatmate started to eat Aaron’s rice. But it wasn’t just that he stole food from that guy’s rice cooker. He also got some soy sauce to make it more tasty=))

So, we had a mixture of Canadian, German, Australian, Finnish, English, and Mexican drinks and we played drinking games. Which wasn’t quite a good idea because when you mix lots of things, most of them even stronger then vodka…you certainly won’t be able to walk anymore. So it was school disco tonight. None of the girls got to wear high heels. None of the guys were able to walk in a straight line. So we all went to the club, drank some more, and then when it all ended, got back to the flat to….drink some more :)) I mean, all those nice drinks had to be finished right?

What a happy night =)) I hope the Chinese guy won’t find out that Juho ate his rice, in fact, no one will probably remember anything. What can I say ? ‘Oh Will’s days ‘ =))

Leaving, again!

7 Jan

Nici nu am realizat cat de repede trece timpul, o luna s-a dus foarte repede si gata vacanta. Dar cel mai ironic mi se pare felul in care ma simt acum. Impartita intre doua vieti, luandu-mi ramas bun de la una- o adolescenta zbuciumata si trecand la o viata de om serios care trebuie sa citeasca zeci de carti sa invete cum sa puna bazele unei schimbari, care o sa aibe un job si multe responsabilitati. Astazi chiar vorbeam cu Dan de noul inceput, azi a implinit 20 de ani si am realizat si eu cat de mari suntem :)) I’m not too silly, doar ca stau in pat si ma uit la mine , sunt la fel de mica precum eram la 13 ani, port blugii mei foarte tociti din clasa 9 a, pt ca intotdeauna au fost prea lungi, patul e facut praf si am portocale, bilet de avion, pixuri manusi, monede si bilete vechi de autobuz peste tot. Am ramas cum am fost intotdeauna- o dezordonata mai ales in gandire, pt ca altfel as putea organiza si lucrurile din jurul meu. In bagaj nu incape niciodata nimic si incerc sa trisez si sa scot cat mai putine chestii- nu imi vine sa le las acasa. Si in final, ma gandesc ce-as face cu 30 E cat as da pe kg in plus, si ce as face fara o pereche de blugi si ii sacrific. Si incerc sa nu ma mai gandesc si sa sar pe bagaj sa pot sa-l inchid, mereu aceeasi poveste.

Azi aveam chef de aventura si am mers cu Dan pana la scoala. Am luat flori si a fost o faza foarte funny. Dan zice- cred ca vreau sa iau crini imperiali pt d-na Pitur ca merita- la care florareasa- da merita , luati crini. dupa care noi am inceput sa radem de cat de convingatoare parea d-na respectiva de parca ar fi fost prietena de-o viata cu d-na profesoara. Apoi am mers si tot asteptam sa vina cineva cunoscut si cand o vad…vine , urca scarile incet si ma intorc spre Dan…HERNESTTT..ce facem fugim ? :)) Nu, hai sa-i dam flori…si m-am trezind cu un larg fals zambet oferind flori profei care m-a amenintat ca nu ma trece clasa intr-a 12 a. Vai vai..ce mai aventura…

Si acum iar bagaje, ma mai uit la calendare vechi pe care nu le-am dat jos din 2006, 2007…Si ma gandesc cum eram atunci si de-o data vad o sticla goala de bere pe podea- da, chair am crescut! Si bagajul tot nu se inchide din cauza paletei de badminton…dar nu renunt, chiar daca n-o sa joc mai mult de 2 ori probabil, no way!

Si acum ma intorc la packing..trebuie sa gasesc si sa aplic solutii! Fac asta de 5 zile dar nu-mi pierd speranta:))

Ne mai auzim din lovely, rainy England 🙂

Trains to Brazil

6 Jan

Its 1 o clock on a friday morning, I’m trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success, and i’m wondering why we bother at all
And i think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they remind me of when we were at school
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, nothing really mattered at all.

And i think about how long it will take them to blow us away, but i won’t get me down, I’m just thankful to be facing the day, cos days don’t get you far when you’re gone
It’s five o clock on a Friday morning, one hundred telephones shake and ring
And one of them is from someone who knew you…….
And i still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they’ll still remind me of when we were at school, when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
were the hands of these eronious fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next, well let them take you next, cos you live and be thankful you’re here, see it could be you tomorrow next year.

pure morning

4 Jan

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who’s dressed in leather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who’ll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
My japanese is better,
And when she’s pressed she will undress,
And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Days dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who’ll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Days dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
My japanese is better,
And when she’s pressed she will undress,
And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who’s dressed in leather