Zile De Mai…

Datoria ma striga sa scriu despre vreo 3 zile din aceasta luna mai, a anului 2008, in care un grup de colegi au petrecut si s-au apropiat cat in 4 ani nu a fost posibil. Intr-un locsor aflat la “inaltimea asteptarilor” s-au cazat, in acea zi de 23 mai, acei copii. Dupa o zi de carti, o masa “copioasa” si o tentativa de chef alaturi de alt grup, copii se adunasera intr-o camera la acel etaj 3 al hotelului Claris(da, fac reclama nah). Se porni un joc infocat de mima intre taberele de deasupra si de dedesubtul mijlocului catalogului. O lupta apriga pentru supravietuire se isca iar cuvintele deveneau din ce in ce mai interesante…(da mie rusine ca nu am stiut sa mimez la cuvantul misionar, pozitia sexuala…da dati vina pe mine asta este:)) ). Victimele au continuat si telefonic, coleguta mea facand furori in randurile baietilor: “esti cu altcineva?” “nu stiu…” :)) si mishike a reusit sa se gaseasca dupa ce s-a “cautat”:)). Dupa mai o tura de carti seara se incheiase…si o luam de la capat dupa 3 ore “pline” de somn. Dupe nenumarate POC ZBANG TROSC-uri in usa si o serie de dusuri se trezira si baietii din 209. Micul dejun si incalzirea cu carti de dimineata i-au pregatit pentru incercarea grea ce avea sa urmeze. Au urmat 5 meciuri de fotbal din care marea echipa din Lugoj a reusit sa castige 3 prin atacul fulminantului mishi ibrahimovic, coordonatorul de exceptie manuelo, fundasul de fier popesconi si portarul de prima mana pintilie liviu. In timp ce marii fotbalisti se odihneau, suporterii( restu clasei) drumeteau prin padurile inconjuratoare. Dupa o pauza pentru masa,pregatire,destainuiri, bla bla a urmat si masa festiva. Si ce seara urma sa fie…Cu DJ Bogdan la platane totul era pregatit…pardon pardon, NU era pregatit. Mai totul a fost spontan…si asa a fost cel mai bine. Incepand cu traditionala populara clasei 12A din Bredi lumea s-a ridicat si a inceput sa joace…si sa joace…si sa joace…grrrrr iar ai pus o melodie lunga Blaj!:))Dar nimeni nu avea ce comenta…un talent inascut de DJ avea Bogdan. Pe langa un minishow al unui anume tata al carui nume nu-l vom mentiona din motive de securitate, clasa Domnului Diriginte Orbulescu Petru a facut senzatie prin dansuri de toate genurile si stilurile…ah ce talente…La 12 a urmat un ritual de o frumusete rara practicat de catre dragele noastre ospatare in frunte cu Miki…si o “ghici”-itoare mica:P. In momentul acela toti eram mai uniti ca niciodata…Am devenit o familie…ce-i drept una mare…dar totusi:P.Au curs lacrimi…au existat imbratisari si saruturi…si un dans cu o anume Ioana dar ala nu-i treaba voastra:)). Probabil a fost cel mai frumos moment al vietii noastre de pana acum…si chiar pot spune ca fac parte din cea mai frumoasa clasa care a existat, exista si va exista vreodata:). Dupa o multitudine de dansuri lumea s-a retras…si fiecare a adormit pe unde a apucat:)). Ultima zi a fost frumoasa pe cat a fost nostalgica…se terminase…dar a fost frumos…ba chiar a fost foarte frumos…ce mai…a fost perfect…si poate devin putin sentimental…dar ce mai conteaza ca pentru asa colegi si prieteni face omul orice…NU AS VREA SA FIU IN NICI O ALTA CLASA SI NU O SA VA UIT NICIODATA. VA IUBESC PE TOTI!

Published in: on May 25, 2008 at 7:31 pm  Comments (11)  

Interlude…

This is an interlude to a life…it’s a place where there is no sound, no sight, no smell, no senses at all…there’s a perfect silence in a perfect darkness where no one can reach to you. It’s like closing your eyes and covering your ears, just losing yourself in your thoughts…in your soul…in your deepest desires…What a feeling…just forgeting about it all…just saying “I don’t give a fuck”…In this perfect darkness you can see yourself…floating in space with your eyes closed…you think that this part of you is truly peacefull and doesn’t have a care in the world…it must be beautiful to be this person…but little do you know how sad this fraction of you is…It lives in your memories…it keeps a hold of them actually…the good and the bad ones…it has no choice but to keep a record to all these memories…and it feels pain…poor creature…stuck inside a body and unable to do anything to alter your existance…still…sometimes…very rarely…it feels at ease with itself…that time is when you take on it’s shape…meaning when you remember parts of your life…that small piece of you feels completed…like it’s purpose has been served…and its pleasure is felt by you, its host, as well…like a deep breath of mountain air…like being reborn from the ashes of your memories…And if you pay real good atention…when you have these moments, your imagination starts running wild…thus creating the link between past and future, memories and wishes…”What would have happend if you would have told her what you felt then?”, “Did I do everything I wanted last summer…did I live to the fullest?”, “How will leaving change my life?”…your imagination creates images that your heart desires…oh what beauty…you just wish time would stop and you could live in that moment in your mind for ever…but reality is harsh and only permits you a moment of pleasure…but hey…whomever obeyed never got that far huh?so if you ever wish for something just go for it…also never forget your childhood and your dreams as a kid…the amount of inocence and desire that those dreams have makes them true wishes…and no other dream will ever come close to those…”I wanna be a famous singer” “I wanna be a fireman” “I wanna be a magician” and so on…this is your true self…why would you neglect them?Cause they’re unrealistic?Cause they’re hard to achieve?Cause all odds are against you?That means you’re missing the fighting spirit to fight for your dreams…Your heart will always be in pain and you will always have doubts in your soul…”Did i do the right thing?” “Have I made the right choice?”…Life gives you a choice…It always does…You can always give up and die…it’s the same as crossing a road or not…it’s up to you…Everything in this pittyfull life is tied to oneanother…so before the worst thing comes your way just make a decision and live up to your responsability…the only thing that matters is just following your heart…and eventually you’ll finaly get in line…

Published in: on May 17, 2008 at 10:05 pm  Comments (1)  

Memories…

I just read a post from a blog I usualy visit…and I felt the need to write to strenghthen her idea. We treasure good times to little, but we always find time to think about bad times. We always remember lost friends, lost lovesl, accidents and so on, when we should be remembering simple and happy things that make our daily life more than just breathing air on planet Earth. These things are treated lightly but they really mean so much more…Things like: taking a walk while listening to music, a sip of cold mountain water, a field trip, a drive through an empty country road listening to songs on the radio with the wind in your hair, your first kiss, running through a warm summer rain, a walk at night on the beach with a special someone, sneaking into your house drunk 3 hours past your curfuew, your highschool yearbook, your highschool sweetheart, visiting your family after a long while and realising how much you’ve missed them, loving your home, the second before lovemaking when everything stops and you know it’s gonna be incredible, waking up with the singing of the birds, taking a deep breath in the morning while on top of a mountain on the balcony of a cabin, drinking a beer with your best friend on a terrese over the Black Sea, cooking an awfull looking meal that tastes quite good, screaming “I Did It!” after passing an exam, meeting someone knew that seems perfect for the moment, bumping into an old friend, seeing the clouds part for the sun rays to come out, seeing a rainbow after rain, stargazing, bringing a smile on a sad friends face, feeling as though you’re in the right place at the right time, finding someone that you’re happy with no matter the relationship between the both of you, remembering childhood dreams, childhood birthday partyes, the feeling on christmas eve, the feeling of giving a gift to someone you cherrish, the feeling of being a protective older brother, recieving a killer hug from someone who cares about you, knowing that someone is always there for you, being praised by someone you respect, and so many more things that you have to keep close to your heart…just never forget that these memories are more important than any other stuff that made you suffer…so take care and be sure to treasure them the most…

Published in: on May 5, 2008 at 3:12 pm  Comments (1)