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God bless who ever invented games. Especially MMORPG's. Dunno if anyone's heard of zOMG!, but if I could live 24h in that game it'd be awesome. My role there is that of a medic. The idea is that you get to equip 8 rings and use them to keep your crew (6 members) safe and awake (since you don't die, you only get "dazed")
The medic set (Adrenaline, Bandage, Diagnose & Defibrillate) and the other 4 which I use (Rock Armor, Divinity, Fire Rain & Solar Rays) are in my opinion the best combination ever.
It gives me such a great satisfaction to know that I'm a key person in my crew. It makes me feel important. And above all I get to do what I like the most: keep those who I care about safe. I'm a mother-hen type of person. I'm always looking out for the well-being of others and I feel acomplished when I notice my worry and agitation is repaid by an accomplished run through a level or quest.
Looking at it from a different perspective I might also have a super-hero type of complex if you want to look it at such. Like in the Bruce Willis joke. ("Q: Why wasn't Bruce Willis a character in Titanic? A: Because he would have saved everyone") I do like to save people. Whether physically or emotionally I like to help. It's my drive.
Of course, in order for my purpose and role to be active I'd also need a limitless supply of stamina. If only... Gotta love "if". A condition establishing word.

Every time I think about my LJ name and nickname in general, I smile. I loved reading fanfiction a few years back and had a "thing" for Trigun based fiction, and there was this author who wrote a very good piece. The scene was about a she who earned the money for both them by wining a drinking game, and at night when they went to sleep he said "Good night my little alky angel." Thought it was cute, didn't exactly know what alky meant but adopted it all the same. Then when I got asked if I really was an alky I started to have second thoughts and looked it up. Had a good laugh when I figured out it meant alcoholic but didn't change it. I am damn proud about my nickname and will always be in debt to the one who inspired it with her writing.

Taken when Lina went back to Italy. These 2 are the people that light my darkest hours. Love, Peace, Respect for my 2 best friends. Thank you for being there for me Peg, Lina. I am home for today, but  who knows where the future might find me tomorrow?

Last day home, before I have to start packing my bags for my senior year. Damn, summer has been inordinately short this year. I wish I could prolong this day for at least another week. I really do like my bedroom, with all my things sprawled across and around everywhere... *Sigh* I suppose it's just wistful thinking though. Doubt there's a way of really avoiding going back...

Tell me...
If we ever happened to meet
Would you be upset with me
If I stumbled on my own words
And blushed fiercely each time our eyes met?

Tell me...
If you knew I fantasized about you
And used you as inspiration for my poems
Would you think less of me or see me in
a different light?

Tell me...
Would you laugh, or perhaps sneer malvolently
At my poor attempts of trying to be even
Remotely appealing to you although
Mother Nature has maybe not been particularly generous?

Tell me please...
Cause these thoughts torment me.

Nobody in the wired, minus one exception, or maybe two, ok... three! Know the secret that this past weekend yours truly has turned the beautiful age of 20... Too bad I had to spend such a beautiful day in the presence of such evil people. XD I seem to attract evil things. But most people should know (or should they?) that I have unfortunately ended up with the same room mates I had last year. And if you're think, wow that's lucky, I'm saying it rather loud that no, IT IS NOT LUCKY at all. They are fairly uneducated fromj my point of view.

Advantage Points:
- They have a fridge
- We now have a computer AND a labtop in our room

Disadvantage Points:
-OBSESSED with cleanliness. I mean it. Dude, I'm ok with cleaning up once in a while. Not fucking 5 times a day!
-Rude manners.
-They like Manele and Pink. Need I say more?
-They have an issue with my free time. Not my fault that I like to read books. Not my fault that they have 15 exams a semester and I only have about 7 or 8.
-We already know each other's habits and after one year they'd probably have learned that we don't really have so many things in common and could at least leave me the hell alone.

Hmmm... looks to me like there are more disadvantages than advantages listed above. Yes I should probably move.But I'd also like to know your opinion on the matter. However I'm purposely going to give you a few details to incline the scale in my favor before you do pronounce yourselves.

1. Yes, because they were my room mates last year as well, they knew about my birthday, and bothered that much that they went and bought me a present. A striped grey and yellow anorack and a snoring blue teddy bear. Yes, I know I desperately wanted a teddy bear, but a snoring one? I mean how rude a way to tell someone they have a breathing disfunction!

2. I thought I should be nice and since it was my birthday, and law allows it here, to buy some boose and something to chew on while we chug down a couple of bottles of champaign and maybe a little juice. The blow came when one of them asked: "Don't you have a birthday cake as well?" But alas I'm perhaps the one missing the manners on this. I should definitly spend all my money to satisfy all their wishes.

3. The laundry machine we use here at the hostel on the ground floor busted. Until it is fixed, we are obliged to do our laundry wherever we can. I went this Saturday to my aunt, who lives in a lil' suburban area near Brasov and asked her to wash my things. I slept the night at her place after a healthy and fun marathon of "Dr. House" second season, on a TV with more than 5 channels. Joy! But alas happiness was not on my bill this year of my life. After having come back to the dorms I was asked: "Why didn't you tell us you weren't sleeping the night here?" I had the innocence to reply with "I didn't know I was going to sleep over either." Then my tongue itched and I asked in the same neutral tone: "Did I have to tell you?" And they must have caught on cause they immediately replied: "No. But it would have been nice of you to let us know where you were." My ass. They just about wanted to shout: "We wanted to sleep in your bed!"

4. Same day, as in yesterday (Sunday, October 26th, 2008), I went and took a bath. Came back. We have what you'd call common showers. 3 in each bathroom plus 3 toilets. When you take a bath here, it's only fair that you wear some flip-flops. So did I. But unfortunately some water might drip from them after coming back from the bathroom. And of course I was reprimanded on this fact because "Don't you ever clean up after yourself?! Look at all the water you came back with!" I took a deep breath and answered in quite a calm voice: "It's just water, it will dry off." Only to be shouted back at with "No it won't! Before it does you'll drag it all over the room and dirty it. You don't have any respect for somebody else's work!" My tongue really itched to shout back at her that she was obsessed with dirt, but I shut my mouth.

This week in the latest I do intend to have a chat with the hostel administrator and request a transfer to another room or perhaps another hostel. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky. Until then, I'm confined to living with them and taking deep breaths every time they throw a mean intended irony my way.

The end.
Alky

 

   My best friends from college. Jo and Doina!

   Seven sexy babes!

  Other seven gals...

  A bunch of happy girls. Aren't we just cute?

Ok, Just wtf? is going on here???

This morning at 7:20 a.m. Libe, my best friend gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Maria-Raisa, which weighs around 8 pounds, has her "eyebrows and lower lip", and "his eyes and higher lip", and "a flat nose like babies usually do" (I'm taking her statement for granted since we only talked on the phone).

I was so anxious last night and fidgety and it wasn't just because he called me (I love my baby, but shh... He's not supposed to know) It was as if I was the one who was supposed to sit on the table with my legs sprawled, swearing, and pushing another human being out of me.

I had a troubled sleep and closer to the morning when my cellphone alarm went off (at 6 a.m.) I was dreaming that a little girl no older than 3, dressed in a white, linen, night gown gave me a sparkly star to hang around my neck and I knew then it was going to be all right. That and the fact that I fell back asleep and missed my classes today.

Around 7:20, when Libe told me she was in full expulsion process I had the vague feeling as if I were holding her hand... I know that most of you will say that's crazy, but she's my best friend, actually she's more than that: SHE'S my SISTER. We really do have a connection and these last few days I've been checking in with her daily. For example, last evening I called her three times. The first she didn't answer cause she was taking a bath. The second she didn't answer cause she was having minor contractions and the third time I called her her future mother-in-law answered (this was at 11:30 p.m.) and told me she had just left for the hospital.

Oh God. Nature is beautiful. Someday maybe I'll be looking forward to motherhood myself. Someday in the future... For now I'm coping with the situation of having a boyfriend that is nearly 5000 miles away. He called yesterday evening and we talked. I do love his voice, and all the stuff we chat about (if it's his three dogs or his sister's Tom cat)

Come to think of it, I love him. And ugh. I forgot to take the pictures for him. Well ok, I didn't actually forget, because I did tell Ade (one of my Dorm roommates), but she promised she'll take pictures Friday which is tomorrow. Plus my baby will have to understand that my best friend's pregnancy comes first.

No poems. Ok maybe just one. An older one, in a LJ cut.

Ok so the post will be pretty simple folks. Poetry & pictures and maybe a few drawings >.>

Unforgiven

I dread the day when I will fall

Because I’ll be alone and broken.

Help me dream again...

Caress this shattered soul of mine.

Wipe my tears, catch them before they fall.

Feelings have deserted me to a point of no return.

There won’t be any glory when I’ll rise.

For when I will, my heart will pump

The blood of revenge hot in my veins.

Hate will be my drive – peace, a hidden dream.

When my heart tells me to hate,

When another brings me tears of sorrow,

Vengeance is my only truth.

My heart will not let me forget the pain,

Thus all my foes are unforgiven.

&

Geranium

‘You must harm none’, is an ideal.

For you, peacelover, it must be real.

Strange how you can live by the gun

hitting all, but wounding none.

Your own wounds will heal and scars will tell the story

of the hidden pride and glory,

you hold in your heart and the smile,

that won’t fade for a while,

whenever the thought that you could and might

have killed, but avoided it. – The light

in your eyes, like that of an evening sky

shines even brighter when you cry.

Angels shouldn’t cry, I’m sorry if you do

but I’m selfish and secretly want you to,

because you shine with innocence, through pain

and in your tears, a prized treasure I gain.

A glimpse of an angel’s soul

when it’s hurt and no longer whole.

Your world is made of love and peace,

sincerity and the benefit of doubt will never cease.

Gypsy-foot geranium, followed by misfortune

with ‘Sound life’ as your lullaby tune,

under the unbelievably and endless blue sky,

your hope for a brighter future will never die.

Stampeding gunslinger, I hold your memory dear

even though we’ll never meet or ever be near.

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 That's it.

You are happy-go-dateable.

You're out there, you're available, and you're optimistic, but you're not advertising in neon lights. You're too chill to run around chasing it, but you don't see the point in making it too difficult for someone you're interested in, 'cause at the end of the day you'd really like to meet someone nice. If they approach you, they'll meet a warm, friendly, sparkly personality who will make them glad they took the chance. And if they can't seem to work up the nerve... for the right person, we bet you'd lay it on the line and do the approaching.

Officially I am in love and I'm literally going crazy because of him. He's my ultimate muse and if this ever ends I'm going to end up a blob. A nervous wreck. In the mean time I will enjoy everything he's doing to me. Like making me write poems and stuff.

My thief

When I fell asleep last night, I was cold, alone and sad
But that all changed with the dream I had:
I dreamed a thief that took me to his far away land
And all the way there, he held my hand.

A wicked smirk played on his lips, a glimmer in his eyes
Making my stomach dance with butterflies
He whispered in the hollow of my ear: "You belong to me..."
Laughter curled my lips: "That we shall see!"

Swirling his arms around my waist in a tight embrace
"I wouldn't taunt me in your place..."
He whispered again, as he dangerously leaned my way
And with one kiss, took my breath away.

Together we rode the dark night, until morning dawn
But when I woke up, my thief was gone!
My heart ached, as I wondered if my dream was true
Until I had a revelation... My dearest thief was you!


And of course let's not forget he also likes to pamper me with poems and stuff. Which is amazing since he's about the second guy I know who writes poetry.

I know I've ben missing posts again and so to make up for it, I tried my luck with Moonlight's form again. Honestly I think I'm getting good at it. This one doesn't yet have a title but if any of you feel you have one that would be suitable please let me know.

Were my heart stolen by a thief
He'd be disappointed.
Nothing more than
Tears of woman
And lies of man
Broken and disjointed.
Were my heart stolen by a thief
He'd find will-o'-the-wisp
Nothing but shame
All the more blame
Passions on frame
A love burnt to a crisp.
Were my heart stolen by a thief
He'd want to rip his own core out
To feel my pain
He'd go insane
Blasting his brain
In one final and desperate shout.
That's why no thief would steal my heart
And why the world has criminals.

I know it's been forever since my last post, but I no longer have a computer and well i don't really fancy writing private thoughts from a computer at an internet cafe.

The reason why I'm posting now is cause I wrote a new poem I don't want to lose. (Because I lost everything in my old computer because of a trojan)

Ok, so here are the final results.

Literature Oral: 8.5
Literature Written: 5.3
Spanish Oral: 10
English Written: 9.05 (GAWD THAT WAS A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT)
History: 7.9
Philosophy: 9.9

Final Average: 8.44

In conclusion I passed and I'm pretty happy about it.

Oooh baby do you know what that's worth? Oooh Heaven is a place on Earth... They say in Heaven love comes first... We'll make Heaven a place on Earth... Oooh Heaven is a place on Earth!

Ok, so today was my other Oral Examination for Spanish L2. I got a full 100% ^.^ w00p w00p! <(^.^<) <(^_^)> (>^.^)>

Only 4 exams left... The written sessions... Literature Written tomorrow, History of Romanians on Tuesday, English Written on Wednesday and Philosophy on Thursday.

We'll have the final results on the 7th... or so they say... I bet they'll be posted Saturday around midnight... God please let me pass these exams... I need to pass the Bachelor's Exam!!!

Ok, so today was the examination for Literature Oral. I still have 5 to go. Since it's an oral examination you get your grade on the spot. I felt like a pickle. God the stress killed meh!!! I got 85% cause one of the 2 gave me a 90% and the other 80%. The subject was Character Build of two characters in a studied objective novel. Luckily I could make a parallel to the Myth of Osiris.

Please no more!!! I'm sooo stressed and scared. I don't want to go anymore. Stupid Bachelor's Exam!

I'm starting to understand why some of my classmates see me as a writer in the future. Sure, naivete is nice and I love my own little world. And I know that some day the story of the ugly duckling, is going to have the happy ending for me too. I'm not sure I'll turn out too much of a swan, but I can hope I will. After all hoping is for free ne? Here are the rest of the pictures, I collected from wherever.

  <= This is Calin or like we nicknamed him, Chileen. Was my deskmate for a while.  <=This is Michael which we call Mitza. He's a real sweet heart. A bit of a loony he's a very, very, very swell guy, the kind you'd wanna keep home. He writes poetry and is a bit of a romantic. ;)

Fugit irreparabile tempus...

 

You are 100% Scorpio

 

 

Ok so now that I got those out of the way... I feel a lot more happy. And I'm maybe thinking about sharing about the Prom... Just maybe... First things first though.

The Diploma issue? It's solved. There was a mistake. Peace Corps organized 2 different contest: an Essay Writing contest with the goal to write an essay about a spontaneously given subject during one hour which was held in November, and the Creative Writing Contest with the picture promt for which the submission time was a week. Oana participated in the first and got 2nd place in the National and I participated in the second and got the same prize. Which is what caused to confusion at the Graduation Festivities.

Now the other thing. The actual prom. First off, before you start asking about dates I'll make it clear. US Proms and Romanian Proms ARE DIFFERENT. Therefore where in US it's required that you bring a date, here you don't need one. Why? Well let's see... There are 7 finishing 12th grade classes with around 26-35 people each. Which using simple math equals around 214 people just us students. Plus around 25 profs that's a whole lot of people.

Now... Er... Here's a few pics. I didn't get them all yet so I'll likely be editing this post when I do get them all.
 <= This is a pic of me and Delia, at the beginning of our evening. My curls were still up and lively. I'm not sure I mentioned what I was going to wear, beforehand here. But I had a choice between this short, black, strapless dress and a long grey one with slits on the sides. Mmm... ok, so I turned some heads and got some catcalls, which I think is a good thing. Even the girls said I looked good, which is definitely a starting point. The "stars" of the night were my twin moles on each of my legs.  <= Ok, so this is a picture of everyone in my class plus the Principal. See if you can find me, though I'm pretty easy to spot since my bracelet sparkled.
The night was a very pretty one. We danced till our feet could no longer make steps. Well even though I had "armed" myself with a pair of comfy shoes (only 2 inches high heels) my feet already had painful blisters from  the day time at the Graduation Festivity, and I made most of my evening dancing barefoot like most of the galls who clad their feet in 4 inch high heels. 

 Yes I know this one came out foggy >.< NOT MY FAULT. Now you maybe wondering who this guy is. Well he's Alex N. The guy who came back from Italy just to spend the prom night with us, ex-12G, and his ex-classmates.

 Andy =>  Ok, so. Onward with the story of my prom. Around 2:30am we were kicked out. Yeah I know it sounds weird and funny, but it's true. We were kicked out. But since we're all up for partying, we got taxis and headed out for another place and we hanged around "Hanul Ancutzei" until around 6am.

There, the breeze of morning was starting to get to me, and Andy gave me Alex's suit jacket which she was wearing to keep warm, as she took on Vlad's. (side note: If you look for Andy in the group pic she's got a sparkly green dress. Now the issue with the sparkles is that they took off and everyone of us, and I do mean every one of us classmates had sparkles on our faces or bodies) Now, since she gave me Alex's suit jacket to warm up some, I got even more sparkles from the inside. XD

We watched the sunrise and then got some taxis to head for home. I ended up in the same taxi with Andy, Robert and Alex. Now, we dropped off Robby at his place then #2 was me. Fun thing was that Andy already knew my address, since her mom works downstairs at the building Association as Administrator. They left me off here and I gave back the jacket and went home. Again barefooted since I could no longer feel my feet.

The End.

Ok, I know most of you who read my entries know that I entered the Peace Corps Creative Writing Competition here in Romania and won 2ND PLACE in the NATIONAL with my story called "Anticipation". Well guess what? Today was graduation day for us 12th graders. And the diploma should have arrive from Bucharest today. At the Graduation Festivity, when it was our class' turn to receive diplomas for our studies and bla, bla, bla... guess what happened? I got duped! Big time. My CW Diploma was given to a fellow classmate of mine who didn't even participate in the contest cause her submission was late. Is that even fair??? I do the writing and winning and she gets the diploma and credits? WTF?!

And I wanted to talk to our PCV but she made sure to take her leave before the festivity was over, which might I add was a big mistake because I'm even more pissed off with her now.

I don't know what underground strings have been pulled, but something in this whole affair is NOT RIGHT. And I'm gonna find out. And people better start praying, cause when I do, there is going to be blood. Literally. I'm going to resort to violence if people don't give me the explanations.

Tonight is the Senior's Prom. First order of business. I'll find our dear PCV and have a word or two with her. And she better be lucky and find me in a better mood though I don't see it happening any time soon. I have a right to know what happened. I know my fellow ex-classmate as of today, has nothing to do in this, but really I don't think it's fair that if she's an A+ Student and I only a A- one should go down.

Everyone in my class knows I write. I was the only one in my class that entered the goddamn contest. I was the one who won second in the National. It was my story. I want the freaking diploma. Fuck the money, if there was any, cause money comes and goes every day. I want the diploma with my name on it! I don't care what mix up there was.

If I find out that she sent my story with Oana's name on it...