That’s all …

Last night I went to Forum, to the Pink Concert. I have noticed a huge change in Pinks attitude since she first began singing. Back then she was a spoiled over-teen, rebelliously imposing her attitude through high-beat rock-pop music. Now we could see her maturity taking over and providing the same feel of energy out-sourcing but in a more controlled and serious environment. She was visiting Copenhagen, on a tour promotion for new “I’m not dead” album, and as I heard this has been the first show she made in Europe. Although she is more blond-haired than pinkish, I might say she did live up to an entertainer reputation. I must admit that the Robbie Williams show was over hers. He really made more than 20.000 people dance, scream shout and cry, all in one evening. One thing I noticed about American artists recently is the fact that they are having a very strange campaign against war, with a huge emphasis upon the Iraq conflicts. A few months ago Robbie Williams asked on stage :

So tell me Copenhagen are you against war ?

At that point it seemed quite normal, OK, he is concerned about his image and wants to be seen as an artist that cares for what is going on in th world. Blah! But last night Pink took this one step further. Her stage was equipped with 3 large screens and another 2 huge screens, and while she sang “Dear Mr President .. ” in a very slowish and sweet way, on screen there were displaying a montage of images starring George W Bush himself showing the finger or laughing his ass off as his troupes invaded Iraq. Tragic images of people being persecuted in Iraq, shot at and killed. Short videos of the First Lady of the US and her daughter dressed up and looking good and then of Muslim parents grieving their 4 year old son. Bombs dropping, scattered buildings and children digging in ruins searching for their siblings. The look on children’s faces as they were being evacuated from their homes with their families, and with a gun at their head and with tears going down on their cheeks.
One of the lyrics from the song she sang that still lingers in my mind is :

Dear Mr President, how could you go to sleep, knowing a father didn’t get a chance to say goodbye ?

It made me realize a lot of things, which I was aware of but didn’t put so much value on before. Feeling weak is not good at all. I realized that this is probably a unwritten agreement between singers and artists in the states to promote the fight against violence and especially upon wars started by morons as Bush. I think it is very brave to have this kind of attitude, especially when the country you are criticizing is yours and the president leading you is the president which you might have voted for. That reminds me of a talk I had with a friend a couple of days ago, about people doing something against a government that misleads them.
All in all it was a nice evening out, and carrying a VIP pass again proved to be not so bad either.
;o) For now it is enough …

Unfortunately it’s been almost one week since I was able to post on my blog. True, my mindfields deserves more attention from my behalf, but it’s been another kind of busy week joined by a twisted feeling of laziness. Today I have traveled more than 100 kilometers in Copenhagen with Toni looking around for stuff… kind of nice although I didn’t get to work until 4:15 or something. Spend almost a couple of hours there, and among other uninteresting stuff I found out that between 7 and 10 December I will visit the wonderful capital of France, which is Paris, with everybody in my company. It was the best news I got in quite a long time, and I let my parents know so far. We are going to stay at Hotel “Les Jardins du Marais” , which by the looks of it (from the website) seems to be very very appealing. It has been a very long dream of mine to visit Paris, and now I can do it, despite the fact that I am not going to Berlin as expected before. Well, I guess you can’t have them all can you ? It is funny how things that you wish for come to you when you least expect them to. Well I knew that long ago … but now I am seeing it happen on my own skin. Has been a very interesting week… I wanted to write about a lot of things and about nothing… felt a lot of things and at time felt empty. But weekend is here and with a bit of luck things should get on their right way now. I hope that inspiration will hit me somewhere along the way … come to thing of it I think I know the next subject I am going to write about. Nice weekend … to whoever is reading this.

I couldn’t help to notice all the foreigners coming to Denmark … and especially Copenhagen, polish Bulgarian American Dutch … but especially romanians. Now, this might sound a bit strange as I am a romanian myself, and I know there is place for everyone and I am not giving anything out to nobody, but … it’s what they bring along that irritates me especially, and that being the behavior. Today I was in the bus and at some time a guy with a big bag and a jacket on his hand sat near me. He must have been around 40 … everything cool, until he starts to eat sunflower seeds… in a noisy extremely rude way. On the BUS!!! I could see from the very beginning he is not a dane … and I got the confirmation when his phone rang and he started speaking in romanian. Suddenly I could feel his smelly feet and clothes and I just had to stand up. Moving a bit to the rear of the bus towards the door (my station was near), I could see two genuine romanian gipsy women sitting on the floor … in the BUS !!! I think there were free seats left … but they just felt comfortable there in everybody’s way so.. what the heck. Jeez! I left the bus with a very sour taste in my mouth. Next, I go down to the metro in Norreport and I find this 35-38 year old woman talking very loud on her phone (in Romanian ofcourse). She was getting on the same metro with me. I tried to look at her face… and she looked like she had been drinking for the last 2 months, without stopping. At that point I felt more than embarrassed. A couple of weeks ago a gipsy woman tried to sell me a fake gold ring … a very old gipsy scam that was very popular in the 90’s in Romania. They are everywhere… begging for mercy, singing on the metro stations or on the crowded streets, in the supermarkets … and as I said before, I don’t mind at all as long as they behave civilized. But do they ? I think that perhaps 10% of those who come here actually want to take their life somewhere good, without behaving like “somebody” and using gestures saying .. “do you know who I am?? ” I don’t give a damn who you are, be a human being… and stop acting like you are making someone a favor when speaking to him/her.
I am irritated … I must admit, just had to get this off my mind.
Last night I went out with the guys at work … well we were at Lottes place actually, and a lot of drinking was involved … again. Uhhh .. gonna see what will happen tonight … perhaps only a quiet evening at home … or maybe not

I promised I’d write this so here I am. Just feel a bit sorry about the fact that I haven’t had the time to do this earlier. It seems my time is getting more and more crowded .. its either school work or danish, but mainly work. Lots of things to think about and even more to take care of.
But as an old saying goes “lets go back to our sheep”.. I moved, and I totally like this new place. I have settled myself down 99% … well I guess there is always something to be done.. and I know that if I was to let my mind flow I would make it so much better. But I don’t spend so much time here therefore I can take the luxury of not making things up to standards. As I said … I love this new place … my own 4 walls that I can do whatever in … I can even leave my socks in the middle of the room, nobody cares but me. I can wake up and go to bed whenever I want and more important with whom I want (not that I have anyone around) and I can listen to all sorts of music … out loud. Have bought some stuff of my own… have still to buy a few things. I have my own tv … bought with my very own money … not such a big deal though .. never needed a tv, always had one, and I’m not sure of the utility of it so far in this place either but it’s a nice thing to have around. Its cold though … they didn’t turn on the heating for some reason and I am freezing my ass off although I am not really the most cold person alive. Perhaps it’s just because I don’t like cold so much .. oops .. I might have mistaken the country then. I find myself sleepy lately, unusual for me, and I blame it on the auttum that is trying to get all my energy. Bad, bad auttum! I thought I’d feel lonely once I moved here, but realising just now that it’s wrong to feel such a thing, as loneliness has been a good friend for long, I can be quite calm. I interact with people at school and work and that must be enough to do the trick, at least for the moment.
My books and magasines are in place, my speakers and cds seem to look almost alright… and I even have a new lamp. Ikea loves me. Again ..everything seems to be going quite ok, although if I was to judge every part of my life as I should I would probably go really depressed. But on an overall view … from the plane, it looks alive and kickin` and that’s what it counts. Need to wrap this up as I’m gonna fall asleep soon.
Nite!

Short post … I moved … I am now writing from the new room. Everything is still a mess … but it’s starting to get there. I will post more soon with details about what happened recently.

Good news … it seems that I have found a room to move to. I was extremely happy when Tony called and told me that starting tomorrow I can move. Damn… he’s such a good friend… and even if it’s not for a long period of time … untill January, still it’s a new place to move to, finally getting out of here. But am I happy ? The first 30 minutes I was like in heaven… but then after seeing the expression of Denisas moms face… I got a bit upset. I have practically been a part of this family for the last 4 years..and lived with them for more than 1 year … and now everything is ending… very upsetting I might say. Its really funny because I don’t know how to feel about it… I’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time that now I’m not sure wether I should be happy or sad. Half of my heart is happy while the other half is crying … just like in theater.I will miss them that’s for sure, but on the other hand I really know that I have to do this and better sooner than later. I now have to consider a bed and a tv as main purchases… probably going to take tuesday off from school and work and just try to actually move some of the stuff in.
My parents seemed happy as well… I am going to be alone though .. very alone .. and that’s one of the things I hate the most … being alone …

Last night I went out … With my school mates. It was rather interesting, we started the drinking at Thomases… me, him(Thomas) and a nice russian dude called Valentin who is actually a photographer and some of his work can be found here . In the same time he is an exchange student here and has a very nice sister… not in Denmark anymore unfortunately. Feeling the russian spirit among us we felt the need to have the spirits as well. Vodka did not wait. Alessandro joined after a couple of hours. We must have had a lot of shots we decided to go to town where Nette and Ditte were waiting in Barbarellah a nice bar overall where you can find the best mojitos in town but in the same time quite expensive. After my old mate Jack Daniels met with the russian padruska in my stomach there, we decided to go dancing in Rust. This being a nice dance place quite close to where I live at the moment(not for long hopefully), where I had more to drink and we danced ourselves out until 4 I guess. Now I have to go and buy an mp3 player I just saw on offer … creative … will put some pictures with it ..
Cheers … actually no … no more cheers … no alchool today.