Frosty beginnings

My fondest memory of the start of the new year, if not my only fond memory is giving you a piggyback ride back home.
tumblr_inline_mgo4mpa10A1r1v6twThings don’t always go how you’ve planed; parties are mostly as fun and memorable as the people around you; alcohol doesn’t guarantee people will have a good time and if you’re stuck at 5 a.m. in a bar because you can’t go home due to the lack of cabs make sure you take your loved ones home, where it’s nice and warm, somehow(especially if they’re wearing high heels).


Sugar plums & diabetes

Talking with your significant other about this shitty human being you both can’t stand, trying to keep your loved one from murdering the poor S.O.B. when you hear stuff like:

“I love you a lot, babe, so I have to do the hard thing some times and be Obi-Wan, even if I’ll piss off the dark side inside of you.”
This reply might save your ass and hopefully keep your lover out of prison. You’re welcome!

Early Christmas Wishes

I’ll allow myself to wish for something this Christmas even if it’s silly to hope for these things the way I do.
I have 3 wishes:
1. I want my mom to feel better and enjoy the holidays like she did before her condition got worse;
2. I want my sweetheart to be have a warm home of her own and be truly happy, like she was during Christmas when she was little;
3. I want to have a real Christmas tree and celebrate the holiday for real for a change. A few years ago we didn’t even put up the plastic tree because we went through some hard times.

I found this super awesome picture too:
So badass! (I am laughing at myself right now.)

In Bloom

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Presidential elections took place in Romania yesterday. The new President received around 54% of the votes. People went nuts over politics and in the end we got ourselves a new President. In my opinion it was the first time when a candidate seemed well mannered, educated and willing to make a change for the better, therefore he had my vote. This man, of German origin, was the Mayor of Sibiu up until wining the elections. He changed that town for the better and earned the gratitude and respect of the people there. Never before had a politician running for presidency seem so uncorrupted and full of good intentions.
I profoundly disliked the other candidate, the acting Prime Minister, due to the lack of respect towards those around him and unwillingness to help his people, not to mention the numerous times he publicly, blatantly lied. Some Romanian citizens living abroad waited up to 10 hours to vote because of the poor management of the voting system by the Prime Minister and the Government.

The country was pretty much divided in opinions and ideals, but through the new found hope for change towards a brighter future, where all citizens can live life accordingly to a country belonging to the E.U.; the lesser of two evils was elected. Honestly the man doesn’t seem at all evil, but people say that he is supported by the wrong political parties. On the other hand, the acting Prime Minister was supported by even a worse bunch and people took to the streets to protest their dissatisfaction towards the actions of the Government.

To sum it up it can be said that the majority chose a good man who made the people hope for the first time in a long time over a man that could have become a tyrant.

Now we wait for promises to bloom into actions and if not the people shall take to the streets once more, wounded by hope turned into ash. I personally hope that this President will do right by us and help our country flourish.

An Addams Halloween


I have rarely been given the opportunity to say that I’ve truly enjoyed a holiday. This year I’ve had the best ever Halloween and it is all thanks to this gorgeous creature next to me. I had no idea that preparing the costumes would be so much fun. I guess that when you get together with the right human being/ghoul/vampire/succubus/demon/elf/hobbit/jedi/sith/wizard/etc. great things can happen and every step of the way feels like heaven(or hell in this case because it’s bloody Halloween).

P.S. We found Wednesday and Pugsley in the pub where we were celebrating this spooky holiday.
Finding our kids in a bar, drinking and inhaling smoke. I’ve never been so proud!

From the back seat of the bus, with love

I was heading home by bus after my general surgery lecture today and I saw a bunch of colleagues going home also and I wanted to say bye or something like that, but at the same time I kinda wanted to be a little asshole and express something mean while I was passing by them. Mimicking “fuck you” so they could lip read seemed pretty funny at the time in my head, but then I remembered that I can’t do that because we’re not close enough for that to be ok. And even if you’re close to people you study/work with it still gets awkward because they take shit too seriously and assume that you’re mentally challenged in circumstances like this, which is only half the truth. Then I remembered that I always do funny(stupid) stuff when my sweetheart leaves by bus when she is in a hurry. Come to think of it I do the same kind of things when I leave by bus and wave goodbye to her. So it hit me and it seemed so funny at the moment. If I had been passing by her at the time by coincidence and I would have caught her attention, I would have been all like:
..flipping the bird like a maniac and at first she would have been stupefied and would have gone: “What the fuck? Jesus, man!”, but I would have kept at it and would have laughed like the dumbass that I am and then she’d laugh too and flip the bird back at me and show me her teeth and growl a little.

We’re two sick fucks.

K9 Heaven

I found you sleeping when I came home,
In your little house made for a gnome.
I found you lying colder than ever before,
In your motionless loneliness evermore.

I held you in one hand a life time ago,
You were a tiny chestnut ready to go
And see the world and roam so free,
Where are you now, what do you see?

I buried you under the pouring rain,
Hoping it will wash away all the pain.
I feel drained of life and so ashamed,
To have left your body forever maimed,

Eaten by all kinds of disease and agony,
The days were too short and not so many.
I hope you are somewhere nice and warm
And that you will never, ever know harm.

All things pass and only memories remain,
I will learn from this and I truly hope to gain,
A little bit a wisdom so I cand get over this,
Nice knowing you and take care, little miss.



Her first smile that I recall takes me back to when I was about 4 or 5. She was the youngest version of herself that I remember. She taught me how to tie my shoes, read and write, how to respect my fellow man and how to appreciate what I have. She kept a clean, cozy home and made sure I had enough to be as happy as the life we had would allow. It’s strange when I recall how well she could hide her sickness from me back then. Naive youthfulness is bliss. I knew she was in pain at times, but she mostly masked it gracefully. When, from time to time, she would suffer from one of her seizures, I would place tea and cookies next to her bed and until she could move and speak again I would wait. Funny how I managed to partially block that all out, because I can barely remember it straight. She is a darling being, most compassionate and giving. I am truly lucky to have her.

Nearly two decades have passed and cures have yet to be found for her constant agonizing pain. I am not sure why nobody managed to find out what is wrong with her. As a med student I find myself even more helpless. I cannot give my mother the cure she needs, neither can my father that loves her more than himself. I have watched her suffering for too long and I am exhausted. I feel extremely selfish some days for being fed up with the constant idea of her continuous struggle. I only wish her to be joyful and young as she once was and most of all – healthy. I feel like she missed out on this life she was given and to see her fading away slowly is an ever growing burden that weighs heavily on my forehead making me feel like an eternal slumber awaits my future days. Sometimes I lock myself away in my own world. Other times I just accept life as it is.
Heavy is the burden of loving something that death can touch. Heavier is the burden of loving someone touched by merciless sickness. Much too heavy.