The magic three

I am talking about the three magic letters P M S. These three letters have the ability to completely transform a person's thoughts and body for a couple of days. The letters are a syndrome, a disease without treatment that can only be accepted by society. It manifests in women of course, as if it wan't enough. It's like for Eve's sin we have to pay with tremendous pains, monthly issues that disturb routine and all in all become routine and psychic mood shifts. I was reading that while women react with tears and sadness to depressions, men become aggressive. Imagine what a household would look when SHE and HE have PMS at the same time. While a month ago I spent my last PMS day vomiting on the street because of headache, this month I spent it making thoughts. Selfish thoughts, complemented by a similar behaviour .. I cursed a few people from my past in this period..a thing I might regret once I get good old me back. Someone just as PMS-ish as I am, told me that we even suffer a few physical changes and it's not really in our minds that "...we are the ugliest..." but it actually happens.

Strange, strange creatures...we live through a multitude of shifts...when is it exactly that we are as we are.?!..and say what we really mean to say?!

The fall...

After 20 years of living in the chimera of freedom, Romania had to choose her president. While other East European countries have been celebrating 20 years after the fall of the iron curtain with parades, concerts and speeches about their bravery to turn their face towards the West, Romania crawls in sorrow. The elections torn country in two apparently equal sides. For 1 month everybody turned political. People arguing, commenting and broken friendships, confusion and lies. When everything seemed to be over, it's actually getting worse and just like this time 20 years ago, political fights and changes are happening before our eyes. While at that time we were awarded with jeans and other products from the West, now it will be decided under whose Government we will start paying for our huge IMF debt. All the other problems became invisible...sour sour faces.

One way to fly

As usual I get information either to soon or to late. Fascinated as I am about flying and stuff, I always get curious when people talk about flying lessons or flight attendant courses. I never considered or heard about parachuting though...and I don't mean the Romanian expression...Anyway, this idea flew around my ears when Ana told me that you could get free lessons until you're 23...since I'll be 24 in April, I started making plans. A deeper research unraveled magic information like...you have to actually be between 16 and 22 and according to people who tried this, the equipment is a bit "extreme". I guess it's to supplement the adrenaline rush before the jump. Oh well...another wish on my chaotic list...maybe one day I will have a video with me jumping off a plane, flying.

I'll book this under "when I will be old I'll always say I wanted to do that to my nephews", next to wishes I previously expressed, such as driving a motorcycle and bungee jumping.