Let’s have a Kiki!


Discovering Scissor Sisters and Suits yesterday gave me the weirdest dream so far. I had a Kiki, involving a drag queen, lots of mouth watering sweets, tea and (dear family, in case you read this, I. Don’t. Do. Drugs!) weed!

Many of you will ask themselves what exactly is this Kiki, so here’s Scissor Sisters’ definition:
A kiki is a party for calming all your nerves. We’re spilling tea and dishing just deserts when they deserve. And though the sun is rising few may chose to leave. So shave the lid and will I wear the turn to your own weed. — You have to hear the song. It’s really funny!
In my dream, thanks to Suits recent injection, I was putting on a black suit, picking a watch from a collection hidden in a drawer, then having a fun moment looking for socks (I usually run amok through the house searching for a matching pair) while I had this beautiful panorama of Dropaname City.

Someone knocked at the door, I heard voices while heading towards it. Familiar female ones, complaining about random things. Four friends of mine showed up, each of them with different attitudes and outfits. Everyone was squeaking about their day, about who spit on their jeans, who was called a pretzel in a tram, and how yogurt makes you feel fat.

But, even if they looked a bit overwhelming, like they just came out from a once forgotten box, looking bigger and bigger while coming towards you to give a hug, ready to ruin your perfectly ironed suit and whatever you have planed for the rest of the dream-night, they came prepared… And when I say prepared, I mean a big mother-hugging chocolate cake, dozens of sugar powdered brownies, a box full of mixed tea and, my favorite, a bag of gummy bears (written on it “weed inside!”).

So we threw ourselves on the couch and nearby fluffy rugs with colorful blankets and pillows. Plates with deserts all around us, chocolate and sugar dripping on our clothes, sipping tea like there was no tomorrow…

With the feeling of talking for ages, we exchanged gossip, told stories about high heels, prostitution and other weird stuff. We ate like pigs and drank more than many in a lifetime. It was a calming atmosphere, with a lot of laughter. A global view of a high (really high!) family living the same chapter on and on!




You reach a point in life where everything looks like the window of a speeding vehicle, it all fades away due to overwhelmed agendas, toxic ambition and pretty much rotten workaholism. I asked myself yesterday – “Where am I now?”, “Am I happy?”, “What am I doing?” – questions that made go through am massive identity crisis. Actually I’m going through it for about a while now…

In case you’ve experienced one or currently “trending”, no need to be alarmed. Having a crisis gives you the necessary problems to solve, in order to grow up at the level the universe requires you to be (probably!). It prepares you for the future chapters and at this moment, now, at almost 23 years old, I’m somewhere between the paths of what type of life to pick. You see, I’m a workaholic. Workaholic since good old 2008. I just love surrounding myself with task. challenges and huge projects. I love achieving things that other consider as impossible,too hard to do or exhausting.

So in about 5 years I’ve led an organization, part of another 3, studied abroad, finished college and now building the foundation of my own business. And now I as myself – Am I about to start my adulthood? – because I also love traveling, meeting new people, international ones, writing, taking pictures and oh, there are piled up over 20 personal projects that I’ve postpone or forgotten. That sweet High school free time… Where is it now?

I also work at a company, at a pretty cool office doing pretty much nothing and kind of loosing my time, which makes me incredibly miserable, but (the classic but) I get to have money, easy money to spend on clothes and traveling, which makes happy and forget the last 20+ written words…

I would also like to enroll in a new college, relive the student life and it’s bad habits, or apply for a masters degree to further development. But then, becoming a student again? Broke? Penniless?  Errg… So many paths to pick, such a short life to lose time. How will I or we ever pick the right path? Flip a coin? There are moments where that method seams the easiest way but do I like the easiest way? No.

I feel like running away from my life, just pack, forget everything and everybody and run away till I find myself, searching for a new sheet to write on because this one gives me attitude.

Underneath my clothes


As I said this morning in a tweet, I left today’s article home in the other bag. Don’t call me old fashion because I write on paper, I have a reason for that. And no, I’m not living in a cave or under a rock. Also, it’s true, I graduated Computer Science, but it’s something with these machines and creativity, they just don’t glue well together. I can’t channel my creativity when I’m in front of a steamer, especially when Facebook and other social networks are right there, showing off their naked nakedness…

Anyhow, I’m kind of forgetting things lately… From open windows, turned on lights, left out milk bottle, all around the apartment, to jackets and boots at the gym. I can no longer function without my Moleskine notebook (it’s not a laptop and it’s black!). I think I have way too much on my brain, way… Way too much!

From my freaking job, youth organization, unfinished creative projects and other shenanigans, plus the personal ones (I have this cool pinboard  in my room that I want to put on the wall and bobulate it with my greatest moments of the year. Because why not?!). I forgot the meaning of free time, barely sleep eight hours a day. And it seems a bit too much, I feel it in every inch of my body… But I like it. I love my life. I feel  every second is well spent. I’m living it, I’m tired, I progress… Something is happening, something new, every moment. Actually, there’s a little problem deciding what tracks to pick for the upcoming year…

In two-o-thirteen I’m planing to make a lot of sweeping. First of all, I must put the youth organization behind, just close that chapter, and move on, let new creative projects move into my life, and further develop. I need to grow!

Days ago I was looking for traveling opportunities, one of them comes with a Master’s degree too. I would like to apply for one of those European scholarships, though I think I should finish the one I started here, in the vampire country, and go have another life experience, like volunteering in Africa. I would love teaching kids an international language, IT stuff, the use of internet, sex-ed, and be there for them, grow with them. Make a change. I need new colors in my life, fresh new chapters to chew on. Tattoos to show off my brand new achievements. I love tattoos!

I have to travel with a Double-decker bus, eat croissants in front of the Eiffel Tower, probably discover more cities in my country. I want and want… And want!

So yeah, the upcoming year has to be full of opportunities and fulfilled dreams. A brand new garden to plant seeds in. I wonder when will I talk about romance, family and kids. I bet that will be a great chapter, I’m already getting excited. Life is great, isn’t it?