Hapciu! Damn cold …
Damn cold has got me. It feels very strange to be sleepy sorrow and dizzy in the same time, and trying to configure links syntax-es, I’ve got to hand it to you.
This summer has been the season of break-ups, as I can think of at least 3 couples which broke up (including myself) recently. Usually springs are like that, the sun comes out, girls start going around wearing things that cover most of the time 30% of their body, men start drooling and things go wild … or the other way around. This time it was summer that did it …
Anyhow … right now I am under the anesthesic of cold therefore I am not able to speak about feelings and stuff.
Gotta get back to that tomorrow perhaps …
Peace of mind …
I think that I finally acquired what my mindfields have been waiting for a long time. Overcoming what it was previously described as a cultural-shock, which sometimes lasts for a month or two, or on the other hand, a life for others … and a deception in feelings (I cannot call it love as it hasn’t been true love in a very long time). It’s a journey … and I have just sat sail. Wind seems to be blowing in my veils quite powerful, althought the waters are not steady at most times. It’s dangerous this sea, I can feel it, wind is deceiving, and if you cannot make right use of it, it will be gone before you know it. But right now, although I am being still being streched between two paths … it finally seems I can see the way properly. I hope, I’m just not deceiving myself, as this inner peace I feel inside should be what it takes for the moment to keep it going. I prey … to have that someone soon, and I find that as hard I try to make it myself, it might not be a matter I cannot fix all by myself.
School starts again tomorrow, new faces and old faces … dreams and hopes, teachers and all the stuff …
I must have got a cold, cause I feel my throat on pins …
Guess I’ll sign off here … `nite
Tonight on Mindfields: Norrebro – the Danish Bronx
I actually thought about writing this a couple of times during the last days. Living for a few months in this flat already, only recently realised that this is a quite good area to be in. I’m saying this because, since I moved here I have been very happy about the fact that this zone gets me in Norreport (city center) and to school in 10 mins max.
Norrebro is the neighbourhood of the immigrants, most of them arabs. It is a ever-alive zone, day and night the Shawrma-Pizza houses exhaust the smell of meat and steam through they’re poorly ventilated windows. Unlike other “quiet” and very well famed neighbourhoods in Copenhagen where, at 9 PM there is no soul insight for 2 kilometres, the wonderful Norrebro will enchant you with sights of Arabs arguing in full street even at 2 – 3 AM. Police, people getting around … just a normal Norrebro sight. That is why this is the Danish Bronx …
Unlike the Bronx, this neighbourhood features some nice apartaments here and there, and nice shops and groceries (ran by Arabs ofcourse). Fights occur everyday but do not evolve into true conflicts … most of the time police taking care of them before they get hot.
I definately like this place. Although, sometimes the sight of islamic women (being covered by all kind of textils all over) is slightly disturbing, I love going out at 1 AM to buy food or whatever and finding lots of sortiments at all corners.
What is really funny is that this neighbourhood is really close to the city center, as I said before… and most other (well-looked at) neighbourhoods are so really far away. Residential areas … pfff
Anyway… that’s all from me … `nite ppl…
Night-Clubs in Copenhagen are mostly inexistent
Well, good morning if I may say so …
Last night I had one of the biggest dissapointments available on the shelf out there. Being in Vega, which is the biggest and most popular club in Copenhagen, besides the fact that the music sucked as I heard better mixes from 15 year old dj’s, the decoration looked like 1982 ballroom – ready, it suddenly came to my mind. Ooops … this is it .. nowhere better to go. This is the ultimate place in Copenhagen. LOL ?!? I tried to convince myself for months (maybe 1 year now) that there must be some awsome clubs here but I’ve gotten to the conclusion – asking Nette – that there is nothing else. Danish night-life sucks. They enjoy burrying themselvs into a pub sometime around 10-11 … and drink beer untill they are dead pissed. Well, me and that lifestyle just don’t cope well togheter. I need Amnesia, Tan Tan, New Orleans and other clubs to go to. Why aren’t there any other places ? Well, according to Nette… Danes are worry-free people … ideea which I agree with, therefore they have no reason to celebrate, they have no reason … they don’t need any fancy place to do it. No worries .. no point in dancing your ass all night in a fancy club, drinking a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels with 6 other friends. I guess it makes sense …
Anyway … I left last night from Vega carrying a very sour taste in my mouth … and it wasn’t the tequila shots, the jack daniels or the other cocktails I had throughout the evening.
Have a nice weekend folks… what’s left of it.
Absence time …
I have failed to update my mindfields in the last month … mainly because I have been on holiday. It’s true … I could have written some stuff before I left but I guess being too busy dreaming and hoping a lot of things kinda’ took up all the time dedicated to the laptop. Most often question I get nowadays is … how was your holiday. Well … I guess the best word to explain it would be : ” WOOOOW!!! “. It was : hot and sunny, dry and wet, juicy and sorrow, happy and sad, hoping and experiencing … and more. I should display some pictures to make a point, right ? Hmm .. let’s look in the treasure chest.
Then again… I can say I’ve seen all my friends, and I am proud enough to say that with some of them I really spent as wanted. My parents(especially my Mom) were a bit deprecated from the time I had, and untill now regrets pursue me in understanding that I should have reserved more time for them as well. Gotta’ check that on my agenda next time I go home. Unfortunately I forecast even shorter times to spend in Romania, therefore I guess I will have to filter who I want to meet and whom not to meet.
My sister is turning 15 years old today – 11 of august 1991 – was a beautifull Sunday morning, when my mother gave birth in the sound of the church bells to a healthy little girl weighting 4800gr, naming her Maria, close to the Christian celebration of St.Mary that is happening on the 15th of August. I have neglected her as well when I’ve been home… *sigh* you can’t make them all happy can you ? On the other hand I had all the proper time to get dissapointed by some friends. I don’t question the reasons, but the only thought of knowing that they were aware of the fact that they were dissapointing me, makes one as if that is a real friend or has turn inevitably to a pure complesence?
I had a meeting today with Bonnier Publications, it seems that we might have gotten a contract, Martin was happy, I was too, but I’m gonna hold the champagne for when I’ll see the contract signed (I’ve always been reticent to getting happy premature).
Right now, I think I am ready for sleep. Might change residence soon … this weekend I’m home alone.
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