Good morning bad mood!
Why not enjoy a good morning sleep, after I went to bed at 4 in the morning? Well, because the students responsible with hostel cleaning start knocking on your door, and they didn’t believe it was heaven’s door. With my face half asleep, eyes close to a sleepwalker and in my sleeping gown dressed with by the inside out, I get some kind of yelling voices telling me that I have left the trash outside, after I’ve been told for so many times, that’s not the propper thing to do. After some more high notes like this one, some other words, telling the same thing, I try to tell her to keep her voice down, as if it wasn’t enough to wake me up but to wake up another friend who was also sleeping. I explain her that the person who left the room in the morning to go to class probably forgot or didn’t have time to put it outside. My attitude has crossed at that moment any possible line.
I must start another paragraph as her ultimate threat arives: I shall get the hostel manager here and make her write you a REPORT!
I took the trash and put it back inside slaming the door in her face.
For those who don’t know about the greater threat, that is a REPORT! Yes! And if you have three of them, you’re OUT! A bloody report, a word that she could barely hold it, the supremacy, the point in which you realize that she is better than you, she can have access to the manager, she is almost your BOSS! Bullocks! Do I have the right to write a report about 2 people sharing 1 closet and an incredible small room, the right to write a report to all of those who don’t wash their toilets, showers or sink and they are living the romance of their life under the same showers? I have 6 years of living in a youth hostel and in the times we’ve spent in the high school accomodation, we were terrorized by these reports, the 9 o’clock in the evening when the front door was locked, and you were stuck inside, even if you were 18 or 10 years old. What about the big school yard? No, you were not allowed to go there either! Crawl to your room’s window because at 10 o’clock in the evening you had to be in bed, with doors open, so that the superviser see and hear everything. At that moment, we were reading books with light from our phones. But, if we were good students, then, we were allowed to stay until 12 o’clock in the study room, stiil, no more than 12 o’clock!
Romania likes paperwork and drama. As we see it, there is nothing but a drama queen.
I stepped out the room, there was another door with the trash out! I shall write a report! 
Multi-experience
Even if the circumstances of my last week experience weren’t especially great, I was fascinated to walk into a hospital and be introduced to a world where I got lost in confusion, more than before. In the old building of the (re)tired hospital from Iasi I was surprised by the amount of students, who were talking in English, therefore, they were not Romanians. Most of them were Indians or Arabs as I could distinguish a lot of Arabian accents. The Romanian students, as there were some if them also, were too busy to take Coke&cigarette breaks and to fuss around, to put some more make-up on than actually doing something! At least the international students were studying some big books, standing, but studying! All in all, there was a very… multicultural day. 
The same day offered me the perspective of the people using the trams to travel along the city. If you organize a brainstorming about trams, everyone will talk about romantics, about love and poetry, about Little Paris (Bucharest in the old days), about meditation and books. Well, reality strikes and shows you only sad faces, angry actually and very upset with you, because you took the seat first. Or, if I, as a lady, offer my seat to someone more… aging than me, just by standing there, the person feels like you are waiting for more thank you and thank you and thank you and starts analyzing you, the way you are dressed, the shoes, the purse, the coat, your look, your eyes and eyelashes, your lips or earrings, they would even ask for your file if they could do so! So, I just try to head myself to another corner of the tram just to get rid of another old lady’s scanning.
Coclusion: I want to study and be a doctor, still taking the tram but less than before, walking is better, destroy the scan button and stay healthy is a long term target.
Foto of the week
Always the Naive ones!
Am participat aseară în Brain, undeva pe la orele 18, cu o întârziere a Celui Vesel, aka Vali Tătar, la întâlnirea pentru un concurs, plin de aventură aș spune, Naive ADventure, organizat de cei de la PRIME Iași. Ei bine, la intensitatea confuză a doi bulbi de lumină, neglijați de 2 coli de hârtie avangardist amenajate, studenții veniți la degustat o seară de 100% naivitate, s-au convins de aroma merelor culese cu mâna și au înțeles mai bine noul produs ce se vrea promovat, sucul Naive. 
Vali ne-a spus despre diferențele majore dintre sucul naiv și gelatina comercială a celorlalte produse existente pe piață, care ajunge în sticle după o scenă demnă de pelicule polițiste. Gustul sucurilor concentrate sunt rezultatul unei reconstituiri ale „crimelor” înfăptuite, împotriva fructelor, de companii cărora le pasă prea puțin de calitate atunci când cantitatea de conservanți este mai profitabilă și cifra de afaceri mult mai… fructuoasă.
Fructe Naive este o poveste cu 3 soiuri de mere, dintre care wagner are un loc special, o combinație acceptată după 6 luni de lucru, cu 3 luni de pus la tot felul de încercări, de la sărituri în lungimea preferinței consumatorilor până la aruncarea greutății de competiție, fiind singurul produs de acest gen din România. Sucul ăsta „prea ca la mama acasă”, prinde viață într-o casă mică, dar pornește la drum din livezile mari din Reghin. În naivitatea lor, producătorii spun că ei încă mai cred în ce-i bun și că fructele naive s-au lăsat pe mâna lor să fie stoarsă din ele cât mai multă pulpă care aduce oamenii în același gând natural și simplu sau prins în hora unui cocktail.
Cât timp Vali povestea de vremea lu’ Ceașcă, pe când era în liceu și mergea în livadă, printre amintiri la ieșit cu fetele noaptea, ce corvoadă să fi fost, spune el „o nebunie, ce mai!”, Tudor încearcă sucul de mere cu vodka și Lucian cu gin. Rezultatele par a fi mulțumitoare căci parfumul merelor folosite în revelația asta de suc, scoate acel ceva din alcool pe care celelalte sucuri nu reușesc să facă. Deși e prea dulce Cel Vesel, va veni la braț cu Cel Sincer pentru cei ce nu apreciază „dulcegăriile”.
Ce e de reținut este concursul fain Naive ADventure unde Fructele Naive se vor promovate în rândul studenților, prin și cu oameni „deschiși la creier”, se mai reține premiul care constă în 2 cutii de Naive și gustul pe care dacă nu îl știți, îl puteți descoperi în diferite locații din Iași, una dintre ele menționată mai sus. De la cocktail-uri cu nume de filme, la un viitor parteneriat al merelor cu un alt fruct, poate chiar mai naiv, inocența vine într-o cutie de 5 litri, într-un mod cât se poate de 100% natural și cules cu mâna, chiar de la noi, din România.
Să fim naivi!
Do not Disturb!
There is something bothering me for about a while. It is somehow related to my youth hostel experience, carefully made in Romania. First of all, I should start with a description of a nice room. Well, it starts with 2 days of total chaos, when no one knows where to go, where is the accommodation given, who are your roommates, and are there going to be only 5 this year, or 6? All of a sudden you get to be tormented by these thoughts, the night sleep is bothered by nightmares, by lists in which you cannot find your name, an angry secretary and I will stop here as I start o feel afraid remembering all these things.
So, you have a room, very small one, initially thought for 4 person, but given to 5 person, of course one of them doesn’t have a wardrobe and must beg for some room in the other ones. That wouldn’t be a problem if one of the girls wouldn’t bring with her another friend to sleep with, the entire year. So, there you have: 4 wardrobes, 2 tables, 4 chairs, 1 stolen fridge and 6 new friends or… not.
Well, the point on top of my thoughts was the idea of talking over phone while sitting/being in the bathroom, next to the WC. This is as serious as it can be: I was myself in the bathroom and right next to me, out of total silence, there’s a phone ringing (almost horror movie like), and she answers telling the one over the phone that she is doing a poo. Yep! And the entire conversation is going on a, squeezing voice, as having a poo and talking over the phone at the same time requires a lot of effort and experience. This is not the first time I am witnessing this, from smoking, talking to another person in the same toilet, to crying or singing things are no strangers to me, I have to hear them every day for the past 6 years now. I am not saying anything, you might be expecting an important call, but really, would you take the call if you would be in the middle of something … as shitty as that?
Tough one
I’ve heard about people installing a phone in their bathroom, but in this kind of accommodation? After the cleaning lady tries her best to make everything sparkle, you only need a maximum of 3 hours to see the toilet area, uhm, breathable. I guess no one knows what lies beneath that powdered face and foundation. A pretty face? Maybe…
To finish my post for today, the entire hostel is waiting for hot water to run in the bathroom as we only get it once in three days. Should I say anything else about the freezing rooms? Another time! Wish us luck! Romania rocks sometimes! Remember those times ?
Foto of the week
Words kill people
Toamna asta e PRIME-istă!
Fie că vă vine sau nu să credeți, există în lumea asta oameni care s-au acomodat destul de bine cu termenul de voluntariat. Acesta mai poate fi confundat cu responsabilitate, profesionalism, organizare fără cusur și proiecte vizitate, recomandate și memorabile. Până acum ar putea fi foarte bine caracteristicile unui angajat competent, și asta și este, numai că face totul din dragă inimă pentru simplul fapt că îi place.
Acum 2 ani de zile încercam să-mi stăvilesc roșeața de obraji atunci când prezentam un referat la dl. Țuțui sau când era musai să prezint în fața clasei cine știe ce proiect. Încă din prima lună de facultate am participat la recrutările unei anume asociații numite PRIME Iași. Fie doar pentru că l-am recunoscut pe afiș pe Cosmin Brînză sau pentru că la interviuri oamenii aceia mi-au dat mai multă încredere în mine, am devenit PRIME-ist într-o zi de luni. Acum mă pot mândri cu proiecte coordonate, cu pasiunea pentru public speaking și cu oameni dragi. Toate acestea le am doar pentru că sunt membru PRIME Iași.
Vino să afli mai multe despre singura asociație a studenților de la comunicare și relații publice, PRIME Iași! Pentru informații despre voluntariat albastru, oameni faini, prieteni dragi dar mai ales profesionalism și proiecte pe măsură, miercuri, 12 octombrie 2011, ești așteptat în amfiteatrul II8(Titu Maiorescu), Corp A, UAIC, la orele 20.15. Înscrierile au început deja. Vizitează-ne site-ul și răspunde provocării!
Autumn circles
Have you ever tried so hard to help someone, even yourself, but you are actually doing everything you can to destroy that? They autumn is the season for yellow days like the falling leaves, the days of melancholy. I would say a cold shower works sometimes, the cold water from your accommodation helps as well. Maybe it is something about Romanians, but not fixing the running water during the summer holiday just because you want to make fun of the students in the first month of the school year, it’s just… well, stinky! It stinks! But just like one of my friends says, let’s think about the poor African children. Next month maybe.
I have nothing against our human sad nature but, most of all I can’t look at people crying! They just make me think of horrible scenery, they make me understand that sometimes you can’t laugh all the time and that there is a marker, a permanent one, which puts a sign on your head. Clint Eastwood never dies, Chuck Norris is punishing everyone and Steven Segal is pissed off in a silent way. Heroes nowadays need more muscles. McDonalds kills through fatness every hope of new people with superpowers. Today we either have hot dog masters or beer champions. That’s my world, the way it flashes before my eyes.
Mickey Mouse! There you go! That’s a nice character, especially if you think of its first Mortimer name or if you see Full Metal Jacket. I guess it’s easier to fight and to die for someone else’s ideas and beliefs than dying confused. The war has no innocent victims.
Beg for your freedom
Foto of the week
Airplane Papercrash
