Click on the second photo for the whole whoa set.

Oh and … is it just me with the wanking relating things in clueless ways or does this just perfectly go with Lords of Acid’s ‘Pussy’ – *must ponder*.

This is how my parents look just about now.

Hello, Romania, land of barbaric behavior, rudeness, senseless swearing, lack of education, frustration, crappy hospitals, crappy lives, crappy moods, depression, dumb diseases and drunks!!!!! Yeah, I’m even blaming my parents’ fights and fucked-up lives, education, blah on the lack of civilization in this country.

And that is how I look right now.

I just had my second volunteering experience and damn. Is that all we could do? In order to support the victims of the recent earthquake in China, the Red Cross started collecting funds, pitching several tents in each city across the country where people could come and donate money and inform themselves concerning the recent tragedy and how they could help.

We faced a number of let-downs such as a low number of donors, little money stocked and a generally disturbing attitude from people passing by.

It was early afternoon and we were placed on one of the main streets with a lot of traffic and a lot of people constantly passing by. Yet in almost 4 hours of waiting less than 40 people actually came up and offered their help. The most appalling part was the fact that every two minutes some spoiled brat would park his luxury-dream-toy-car daddy bought him right in front of us, stare confused at the big RED CROSS “Appeal for China” sign, have a laugh and turn his back, whilst people who looked like they barely had anything to eat at home, or barely had a home kept coming, offering their modest help, certain of the fact that it will be of more use somewhere out there amongst the earthquake survivors. Those who donated the most were precisely the ones who barely had any money for themselves either.

I’m pretty convinced we got less than 80 € in 4 hours, with hundreds of people passing by, most of them ignoring us completely or staring insistently with a dumb look on their face, pondering(?) whether it’s worth the effort or not to walk up and share what they had with those more in need. Some of them even made faces, rolled their eyes at the back of their head as if saying “whatever, why are they even trying, why should I care about what happens in some far away country – wait, where?”. Others gave their best to mock or insult us, build ‘witty’(to be read REDNECKISH!!) phrases showing their pain in the ass or their superiority, since they couldn’t be fooled to spend 4 hours in the sun for some *in their opinion* worthless cause.

A gypsy boy tried to steal the box where we collected the money. now if THAT isn’t FUCKING DISTURBING then I don’t know what is. but then again, that’s something common in our country, isn’t it?

All in all, the heat was unbearable, our fellow citizens’ attitude discouraging, our wait endless, and our funds not quite increasing.

Go fuckin Romania, go!

[Hello educational funds up there!]

Have you ever wondered what the precise attributes for the ideal – most efficient and non-discriminatory – educational system should be? Permanently battling the irrationalities of our own Romanian standard of education, I had to. Or else it would have been unbearable to endure it all not being able to at least rationalize it, compare it to how it could (not in the next 10 years, maybe 50, anyway) or should be; it would have been suffocating not having the conscience of something better out there, or at least the conscience of a model that in my mind could not be corrupted by any failure, mistake, voluntary undermining of rights and so on.

Therefore, I always dreamed of unprejudiced mentalities, of objectivity viewed as an intrinsic necessary goal we put all our efforts into and not just as a stated condition in some ethics’ manual some have never read. Utopia, prevail, huh?

It is commonly known that Romanian education has flaws. Big ones. The literacy level has been brought to a relatively satisfying situation, yet that still does not mean we are properly educated, well-mannered, brought up at a socially acceptable standard. It all begins at small ages, when acknowledging fights, swearing, demeaning behavior around you, maybe in your own family, as a constant of normality. Gradually, with each schooling stage, it gets worse.

Going to primary school, you learn how to read and write and get a better understanding of things surrounding you, from a if you’re lucky enough not so strict, yet not foolishly permissive teacher who tries to instill a sense of elementary right & wrong balance. And if you’re not, you get to be yelled at, be ‘not so severely damaging’ beaten up, most commonly slapped around or hit with a ruler and get your own set of trauma package for the next decade of studying which awaits you. Either way you get to interact with pupils of your own age who share similar interests and be a part of incipient forms of hierarchy. We don’t count nursery school, do we? Usually, you can’t expect much from 6-10 year olds, yet even here the undermining, the self-righteousness and lack of respect for other human beings, or even worse, obscene language and gestures, violent behavior emerge to a certain extent.

Going to gymnasium school, especially to one of the best rated in your city, you slowly start to take note of unusual occurrences such as low IQ students getting higher marks with little effort, the ever-growing favoritism, or teachers way past their retirement age still teaching even though senility took its toll years ago. At first, you like to think that as long as you do what you’re expected to, study at a reasonable level, don’t get into conflicts with the ‘authority’ figures or any type of conflicts for that matter, you’ll have ensured a safe passage through school. Surely, it may work for the next 3-4 years. It might get you to high school as well.

But is it not daunting when you notice that students with significantly less knowledge, coming from wealthy families are admitted at the same high school, in the same class as you? This is the first clear warning of stepping into the mined field of our traditional Romanian Educational System, it involving:

• Lack of interest which manifests itself from the earliest stages, once proceeding into the 9th grade, coming both from teachers as well as from students. It’s safe to say that less than 15% of the curriculum is in fact assimilated or taught properly, in a logical manner.
• Lack of intellect, especially regarding students, which perhaps would be easy to be found in more developed countries as well, but here it inevitably reaches a crisis situation when blended with lack of education within family and entourages of equally intellectual challenged people with simpletons’ tastes.
• Lack of responsibility which inherently comes with lack of full interest, sloppy work, essays easily copied from the internet, not fully understood. Although easy to see through even for the least trained teacher, when their hypocrisy and plagiarism is revealed, they still have the nerve to demand high grades.
• Lack of proper training, to say the least. Younger teachers come every year in a worse package, this being somewhat understandable considering their lousy payment, though still disastrous for students’ preparation for the Baccalaureate exam.

To draw a line here, Romanian High School is a battle you never get through on your own terms; a pointless perpetual struggle for getting the right information from people that are giving it to you the wrong way and then sorting the whole mess out; a struggle for proving that even if some whatshisname teacher doesn’t fancy your face or your voice’s tone, you might still have something conclusive to say. You unendingly strive to make a difference, to state the fact that boredom, impatience or personal preferences DO NOT FORM A DAMN GRADING SYSTEM!

There’s no Romanian Education. Or maybe just 10% of it contributes to personal development for those who truly put an effort into that.

• I behaved nicely and ate my vegetables and drank my water, yet now I’m drowning my dirty cravings in another pool of food cravings.
• I sorted some vocabulary I should be learning.
• I almost studied for a crappy test paper I’m having tomorrow.
• I wallowed in lack of exercising and that might have triggered my mood swings, tho I must say that’s a daily average around here.

• I’ve watched Skins for some hours now and I think I’m falling for Chris. Or his pills. Or his hard-on. Do I need to go out, or HWAAT?!?!

Oh, and the good news just keep on hitting me. Weather forecast: There’s gonna be an extra long extra insufferably hot LONG EXTRA DRIPPING SKIN HOT summer. may i just say … fuck.

Now ain’t I cheesy for a change? In my grand search of something sentimental enough stomach-wise as well as cute-wise I figured what better place to look than my own Cartoon Network filled childhood and Dexter’s episode featuring his dad in a muffin eating frenzy. Actually the word just came to mind thinking of food and pastry and sugary binging and the likes of that, but hey, why not get all mushy and crappy and add a story to it. blah. I just like to hear myself every now and then a tad too much. or maybe it’s the barf-like twirly movement of words coming out of my brain splurged onto this lame-ass blog.

*vicious chainsaw noise* All set and back on track. I was lucky to find smth cheesy enough to go with the idea of “Quote of the day”. Something crappy, yet lovable. Firm(who am I kidding?), yet compassionate. Heroic, yet ineffably adorable. All in all, a crappy title for quotes.

Since my latest literary conquest(*embarrassed rolling of the eyes* – Did she eat smth rotten that night?she gazed with eyes blank.) is Michael Cunningham’s “The Hours” I’m'a just start with: “She feels, immediately, like a citizen of this place. It is so competent, so unconcerned. Still, at the same time, she’s here under false, or, worse, inexplicable circumstances – she’s come, in some obscure way, to escape a CAKE.” Dum dum DUM duuuum.

“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.” ~Frank Sinatra

Now here’s a little quote to get me through the morning, well, technically afternoon, but hey, I’m no perfectionist when it comes to time managing and ‘noearlybirditude’ pretty much says it all.

Meanwhile, I’m thinking of appropriating that quote as a solid personal motto just for the hell of it. Although it’s probably adequate enough for any type of thoughtless consumption. “I feel sorry for people who don’t go on midnight binging escapades. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.”(Frank Sinatra probably hates me by now) Hehe. Ok I’ll just shut up now. Slap myself silly. And go splash some much needed water on my face. Maybe some lemonade while I’m at it, I heard it works wonders for hangov..uhm thirst.

“Why’d you have to scream like that, you degenerate retard?!?!It was only cough syrup this time!” Miss Laptop saw the mighty connection back on its feet again, grew legs and ran away back in the mystical forest filled with unicorns and unitards where it belongs and started blogging.