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.

Perfect face

The plastic surgery obsession is everywhere and women can't deny the wish, the aspiration towards perfection. If a girl would tell me she has never ever in her life thought about this, I would call her a shameless liar. Of course there is a big step between thinking about this and actually doing it. You might have the money, but you fear the post surgical pain or you might have the guts, but lack financial founds. I find my self at this point, as well as my friend (girl - girlfriend) in the second category. The plan is made...what to do and when to do it...we just need the money and the time. Wanting a plastic surgery does not mean that you have a low self esteem...it has nothing to do with that, we don't consider ourselves ugly and we don't not hide from the rest of the world...and that is why I consider the denial towards great features a disease. You cannot be a woman if you refuse yourself that you like being beautiful...through whatever means needed.

Another wish on my chaotic list...booked under "this is who I used to be".

Speechless souls

Since my dog has been euthanised a part of our family feels like missing. We think we hear scratches on the door and the sounds she used to make. Because I was missing, when I came back home I was expecting her to bark and come before me, waving her tail chaotically and jumping on my legs to greet me. I still felt like asking "Did Loli go out?". The feeling started disappearing now...but I still have some speechless souls around me.

This is to Lolita and the big sad eyes of the stray dogs searching for love on the streets of Romania.