Nov 11 2016

Iuliana’s log, Stardate 13346.00

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 0:31
  • Trump is president. Is this bad or is this good? I guess we’ll have to wait and see. The fact that Trump won, is not surprising actually. It is really, just human nature. You know as a woman when you pass a certain age, everybody tells you to lower your standards in men so you won’t die alone. This is what US did, it had  no other valid choice, so it lowered its standards and chose a candidate that was real and true. He made some crazy affirmations, but he just brushed it off like all of us when we say crazy things. And this is how he won the votes. By being as freakishly normal, confuse and crazy like any of us would be in a situation like that.  Hillary is a woman and all throughout her campaign, she was focused, prepared, always rational, always… on point. Although we assume gender equality, women that come in too strong are freaky. By being a superwoman, Hillary lost, because she put too much distance between her and people that were supposed to vote her. People do not like to feel inferior, because they might admire you, but they know you cannot see things from their point of view.  Although Trump is a bankrupt billionaire, apparently he managed to give US the illusion of “man of the people”.  Or maybe the fact that even his own party did not support him, shows that US dislikes the political class so much, that they voted just to spite them.
  • I love the Ally McBeal series. Except the last one, the last one was kinda crappy. Next year there will be 20 years since this series was released. Ally McBeal was the first series that tackled down the man-woman equal rights issues. The firm has a unisex toilet, just to make it obvious that we are all equal, we all have the same rights, we are all humans and there is nothing we should be ashamed about. In season 4, Robert Downey Jr. played the role of Ally’s love interest. He was a beautiful man with a good soul and a broken heart.  She listens to him singing “River” and realizes  they have no future together. Today I felt the need to listen to this song. Today is the day when my mind won over my heart, when my survival instinct took over and I gave up on any interaction with the man I love. Because if feelings are not reciprocated, every interaction feels better sweet and sad. I must be a bad person, because this wonderful person wanted to be friends and I was unable to. But I need to protect myself. My heart is sort of broken, feelings do not just disappear just because you realized their futility, but removing the stress of interacting with him has gave me back some of  my tranquillity. So, having a broken heart is not so bad at the moment. Now at least I know the state it is in, instead of feeling like being trapped in a Schrodinger experiment.
  • The aftermath of the crash is … well… except for the bureaucracy, everything is cool.
  • I saw Rpx and his wife today. They grew up into wonderful people. Looking at them I realize there is so much more I need to do in this life.
  • I replaced my manager for two weeks. I do not alike management. I thought after all this years, the technical passion will fade away and I’ll just become unable to understand new technologies. But no, I love being a software techie. Management, I do it because I have to. And I do it well because I approach issues in a practical manner. I just told two of my team members, that their priority should be making the client happy, and then settling their differences. I actually told them, release the patch, than just go to a kickboxing gym and get it all out. :D
  •  I will probably invent a new data-structure to compress XBRL data for optimized memory storage. If I’m allowed to give you details, you my techie readers will love this. :D
  • I am now alone between the four walls of my rented apartment, enjoying a glass of wine, quite a big glass actually, but tomorrow I will have to make another serious decision about my life, so I’m allowed to get tipsy on the inside of my house, ok?
  • My X-Files T-Shirts might have been lost in the mail. Fuck you “Posta Romana” and every fucking external courier that works with you. Yes, I mean you DHL, you just fucking lost me 54 euros and I hate you!!!
  • So, a friend of mine, told me I was sexier next to the man I love, because I was acting more like a woman, next to him. Well, he got his buddy back, because the catalyst for my femininity is out of my life.
  • Probably I’m already tipsy and this post will take a weird turn. I am seriously considering paying the team that creates “The Simpsons” to write an episode in which David Duchovny marries me, because apparently their stories turn into predictions more precise than Nostradamus’.
  • Still about Simpsons… Hillary Clinton should change her name to Lisa Simpson and run for president in 2020.
  • 10% of the time I am sad, bitter, sour. 80% I’m a fragile ray of sunshine. 10% I’m a fucking solar flare. This is me and I am owning it.

Stay safe, stay happy!

Nov 10 2016

All good things…

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 11:52

There is a movie named “All Good Things“. As you read the title of this post you probably continued in your mind “… come to an end”. Because this is what happens in the real world and we all know it. All good things come to an end sooner or later. Life is a never ending succession of ends and beginnings. This is the way it should be, because we cannot appreciate good things without the contrast with bad things.

A while ago I started something and it was good while it lasted. It was really good. But the context was unfriendly and it was so obvious everything will be short-lived that my whole being hurt just trying to think about it. So I forced myself to stop thinking about it to be able to enjoy it at least for a little while. But my survival instinct was stronger and dark thoughts started clouding my mind and poisoning this beautiful story being written and turning it into a toxic drama. So I had to stop ignoring the signs. I had to put  an end to this story and make sure at least some beautiful memories will remain. I tried, my love, I really did try to make it last longer. I tried to keep something alive. But the time we met was unfortunate, we were out of sync and loving you was hurting me.

I had to be selfish and ensure space and time away from you. The chemistry that brought us close was consuming me. I recognized the signs. It hurt to stop seeing you. It hurt acknowledging that we made no sense and that it was not worth the struggle to keep you close. It hurt like hell and it still hurts sometimes. I miss your smile, I miss your voice and I miss … everything about you. But I do not miss being close to you and feeling you miles away. I do not miss loving you and knowing you could never love me.

You are now a dream I was never meant to dream, the sun I was never supposed to get close to. All good things come to an end, my love, but at least some of them became treasured memories.

Nov 07 2016

Iuliana’s log, Stardate 13346.20

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 20:08

It is easy when life puts us down to forget our true value. At least it is really easy for me to spiral down into self loathing, feeling sorry for myself and feeling worthless. Because when you have a past that is full of such feelings is easy to drown into them because they are familiar. They are bad for me, they are truly toxic, but they are familiar. And this is the trap I fall into every time.

I’m seeing a psychologist to learn to control my emotions, to dose them and avoid falling too deep into sadness or lose myself in excitement when good things happen. But psychologists have the tendency of being really gentle. And I do not function that way. Sometimes I need raw truth, involving brute words and harsh affirmations.

I am a bad-ass. I left home when I was 18 years old with the thought to never return again. I almost failed a few times. But I did not. I left the city I grew up in, where I was known and respected in my profession, to come to city where I am nobody and I am alone. But here I am, two years later. Still alone, but building an international carrier and name for myself, from this small city hidden away in the mountains.

There were things that I wanted and I got them. There were things that I needed and I got them. I’ve had some help here and there, but with work and sweat, here I am. I had dreams, but never actually think I could make them true. But here I am, cutting out every year a few items from my TODO list. I really hope I won’t die before cutting them all.

I am a bad-ass. Maybe compared to other bad asses, I am small one. But still a bad ass human  and I hope I continue to be so. I will sure do my best to.


Nov 06 2016

Iuliana’s log, Stardate 13345.21

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 21:40

A few days ago I had a chat with a friend and I was trying to explain him how I view and feel some things. And I realized I can’t, because even if humans are anatomically not that different, the way we feel and view things is never the same. I mean whoever you are, you surely do not see the red on blog header the same way I do. It is the same about feelings, we feel in different ways, maybe we give them the same definition, but the intensity and the importance of what we feel is different.

I can’t live without a car. I feel scared, frustrated and have no interest of doing anything. I’m sure it is not what you would call normal, I’m sure you could label me crazy, but I just can’t. I finish work and have to go home and feel like crying. I wake up in the morning, get into a dirty cab and feel like crying. I need to move shit around and takes effort. I am losing my focus.

I have to take care of the aftermath of crashing the previous car and it would be so much easier if I had a car.

I need a car. I don’t have family close, I don’t have a man in my life, I have nobody to protect me when I’m out of my house. I feel alone. Cat-calling terrifies me. I know it makes no sense, especially since I take karate lessons. But I know how I feel.

I feel trapped. I feel useless and slow. I feel unable to do anything. I feel powerless. I don’t feel the urge to do anything. I am reluctant to leave my house.

Because I am used to do things on my own. Now I have to ask for help. I have to ask favors. And I can’t, because it has always been me, alone. There was nobody there in the past helping me, I don’t think anybody has the time to do so now. Asking is also a problem: I have to ask. I have to bother people and I do not want to bother anyone. I do not want to be anybody’s burden. Because nobody owes me anything.

No idea how to explain this better. So here it goes: all my life I’ve been trapped, powerless and alone. Rarely all three together. But this is what I’m going through now and it feels soo uncomfortable it hurts.

And obviously there are those that try to help by telling me what to do. But they are not me, they have no idea how I feel. Becasue they are not me. I’m trying to appreciate all the help and advice, but sometimes it just makes me feel like I’m so fragile and so powerless that I want to hide away from everybody.

So I’m sorry if I seem mean these days, I’m sorry if I just have the tendency to isolate myself. I’m just feeling down, and powerless, and alone, and trapped and sometimes even scared. I’m sorry for being such a wuss, ok?  I’m sorry for being so bad at managing this at my age. So just give me time, ok? All I need is time and some silence about the subject from you. Because my mind is pretty loud right now.

Stay safe, stay happy!

Nov 03 2016


Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 13:40

As you probably know by now, I am yet again in love with somebody that does not reciprocate. But it is ok, really. Realistically speaking, we do not fit. Different education, different generation, different upbringing. But he is amazing and I am glad to be his friend.(Yeas, I’ve been friendzoned, ha ha!)

The thing that pisses me off is not that he is this amazing person that seems to be in sync with me in thoughts and feelings, but he does not love me. The thing that pisses me off is that while being in love with him, nobody else even catches my eye or interest. Seriously, I cannot even think about how it would be to hug, or kiss or make love to somebody that is not him.

So I’m stuck. In real life I am stuck. I am in a love-block.

But a few nights ago, I dreamed I met someone and apparently he was my soulmate. His name was Ed or Eddie, which is so weird considering that I am a Romanian living in Romania. In the dream I did not feel in love and I was actually looking at me and him interacting like I was watching a movie. And I was unable to fathom how the hell he could be my soulmate, when I was in love with somebody else.

So yeah… stupid brains.

Nov 02 2016

Life without a car

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 8:15

I was not born in a rich or at least modest family. Having and driving a car was never seen as a possibility, but me and my sister managed to get our driving licenses and even have our own cars. That is up until 5 days ago, when I messed up and my car is now a big piece of useless metal.

Before owning a car, I never thought I needed a car. Now I have to remember how daily chores can be done without a car. I cannot seem to get my head around how people do their shopping without a car, or get from point A to point B. I tried the bike, for normal getting from A to B without carrying more stuff then it fits in a bag. But it is late autumn and it is cold. A few months ago I was joking with a friend of mine that I am a princess undercover. After my ass froze yesterday on my bike, I was wondering how was I doing this and liking it three years ago.

Now I have to go to work. After work I have karate training. I should carry two backpacks, one with the laptop, one with the training gear. It feels scary and I do not know how will I manage to keep myself from sweating. I hate sweating. Probably I’ll take a cab. Just today.

And shopping? This will probably become a hassle. I fail to understand how and why should I carry all my bags with stuff I want to buy at once. Probably I’ll have to buy less stuff, which is ok.  But to buy stuff, I have to go to the supermarket and the  supermarket closest to my house is 5 minutes away.  My fridge is still empty since I got home on Saturday, the 29th of October. Probably it will stay like that for a while.

And then there’s that scary feeling of being … not free. The car gave me a feeling of freedom and independence, I could do anything I wanted, anytime I wanted. If I wanted to see someone I just called them, then jump in my car and in 15 minutes, there I was. Now… well… I could jump into a cab of course, but this is getting expensive fast. If I just want to take a lonely ride in the middle of the night, this is no longer possible as well. So… currently I am just reluctant to leaving my home.

There’s the alcohol though. I kinda stopped drinking after I bought my car, because I had no idea how much I could drink so that my body actually processes it, and it will go away until the next morning. Since the accident there wasn’t an evening I went to sleep without a glass of wine. I can’t sleep otherwise. My new situation is putting my mind in a loop: you need to get a car, you need to do this, but you need a car, but I could start with this, but you still need a car, … You get the idea:  first world problems.

Ok, … time to really go. I need to call a cab.

Stay safe, stay happy!

Oct 31 2016

The epiphany

Category: English posts,PersonalIuliana @ 0:11

Friday evening, five women got in one car and left from Sibiu, Romania towards Sofia, Bulgaria. There we were supposed to get on a plane, go to Kutaisi and have two dreamy days in Ushguli and one in Kutaisi before coming home. One of them was me. I was the driver, the car was my Sandero Smile, a Dacia car, a Romanian car, made for Romanian roads. Or so I believed for 5 years.

I did not sleep much the previous night, as I struggled to finish the last chapter of my recent technical book, but the sleep I had was really good, no dreams, just deep sleep, because when I woke up at seven I was well rested and ready to go. I added a lot of caffeine and some energy drink and all was well. I was a little scared, because I have never driven before for so long with 5 people in my car. But all went well, for about 400 kilometers. That is when we left the highway to turn into a dark and unkempt road, there was asphalt but it as covered in dust and small stones. I should have known I had to be careful, I should have gone slower, but the car was stable, all was well. There was a car in front of me, so I did not turn on my night lights, so I won’t bother the driver. I should have turned them back on with the first occasion, but I did not, and this I consider it to be my first mistake and the first factor. And then there was a curve in the road. My speed was about 50-60km per hour, because I had reduced visibility, but should have been smaller because of the quality of the road. But I clearly had no experience on those kind of roads, and this was the second factor. And in that curve I tried to stay on the road, but the car slid out on the right and caught a patch of mud. I managed to get it back on the road, but continued sliding. I kept pushing the brake, trying to change direction. I could see it all happening in slow motion. The car was slowing down, but not enough so I hit the side of the bridge in the curve with the right back side of the car.Then the front right side hit the concrete parapet next to the bridge, and the car overturned to 90 degrees, on its right side. Because the curve included a bridge over an irrigation canal, and that is when the car stopped moving, sitting 90 upright on its right side, on the concrete parapet.

I was suspended in my chair, hanging and tightly kept there by my seat belt. Nobody screamed until the car stopped moving. No idea what scream was the first, but I shouted: “Are you all ok? Please tell me all of you are ok!” Because you see, if I would have been alone in my car, I would just have started crying. But there were four persons with me, with friends and family that waited for them to come back, that needed them, that loved them. I did not have that, I really do not mater that much to anyone, that is how my parents raised me. I’m not sure that is what they intended it so, but they always had little hope for my future, so a child, then an adolescent interpreted their words as the worst: that she was worthless. Those women had friends and families that love them to bits and I’ve met a few of them. One of them had a small child. One has a niece with her eyes. One has a brother that means the world to her. One has a boyfriend that loves her so much and they have more than 12 years together. I have no connections like that. That is why my first scream was about them, because if any of them would have been hurt, I would have probably died of a broken heart right there and then, only not to face the persons in their lives, as the person that hurt the one they love so much.

After all of them confirmed they are ok, I felt the smell of gasoline. I stopped the engine quick. I realized, we won’t be able to get out of the car. So I called 112 (the equivalent Romanian of 911). They were quick to respond, it was difficult to tell them where we were. But I managed. Other cars stopped. They were trying to flip the car back. I asked them to stop. I realize I could just put the contact on, so the windows would work. I did that, then everybody was out. I was the last to go out. I was feeling guilty because the accident I caused ruined everybody’s vacation. We were all out and standing when the ambulance arrived, then the police. Then the fire brigade, because in Romania they take care o auto accidents too. Among the girls in the back, two of them had no seat-belts on. But they were ok. Only one of them had a few tiny scratches.

The car was taken off the road after all the pics were taken. I kept saying I was sorry and asking for forgiveness. People kept telling me it was not my fault, that accidents happen often in that area. It did not help. I wrote what happened so many times, I kept writing there were no humans hurt, but it still felt weird. Than I got to look at the car. It was totally trashed and it was a miracle all of us got out with only small bruises and some cuts. I called the insurance guys. They came in 30 minutes and as they lifted my Sandero on the platform I felt a pain in my chest. That car was my 5 year partner. I know it was just glass, metal and plastic, but I had the same attachment to it as I had for my cat. I was looking at it being dragged alway and felt like crying and I probably cried. That was goodbye, that was probably the last time I would see it. It was not about money, I can make more money, but that car… I cried in it, I laughed in it, I learned to drive in it, I probably told a boyfriend I loved him in it. We left Iasi together and made new friends that were on my right in that car. That was the end of an era, the Sandelu(that was the name I gave the car, or Sanducu) was no more. My last inanimate connection to Iasi was gone. Only friends remain now.

I do not know how others feel after they crash their cars, but I wanted to make sure those girls would make it to Georgia. I tried renting a car, no chance. Then one of them called some some friends to take take us to Bucharest to a hotel. I told them to book a hotel where they will feel like queens. I would have done anything to help them forget the scare of that night. I looked at them calling friends and families and realized I did not really have anybody to call. Except him. He wished me “God speed” before I left. I thought… maybe he should know. So I wrote him a message. He offered to jump in his car and come right away. I knew he had a lot to work and he had trouble sleeping, I really did not want to bother him. But he insisted, so I just told him to come the next day in the morning to take us home. And he did come, and I hugged him so many times I can’t remember, because it felt so safe in his arms. And he took us home. I stayed on the chair behind him, touching his shoulders from time to time, just to … I don’t know, just to have a fixed point I guess.

What happens in the mind of a driver that causes a crash that endangers other persons’ life? A lot of guilt. I rethink everything that happened that day and what I could have done to avoid it. I was lucky, were all lucky, because we are all ok, physically. Mentally, will take a while. I am so relieved that we are all ok, but from time to time, a dark thought creeps out. The dark “what if”. What if one or more of them would have been badly or mortally injured? What would our lives have been then? What would have happened to me? Because I could not have lived with the guilt. I am so relieved that this scenario is only imaginary, I keep telling myself that there is no point in worrying about what could have been and to move on, but I feel guilty. I’m not sure this will go away too soon and if one of those women wants to moon, I will go get it. It’s the least I can do.

After such events people have epiphanies, about life and death and their purpose and meaning on this earth. I kept waiting for mine that night. I kept waiting for it on the way home. And along the road while holding the shoulders of the man I love and does not reciprocate, but only has a high appreciation and affection for me that he drove for four hours to be close to me in my darkest hour and make sure me and my friends got home safe, a thought appeared as clear as a summer morning light. I never thought an accident as bad as this would happen to me. I have always been obsessively careful and respected all the rules while driving. I really, really believe this would never happen to me. But it did. So, if something so bad could happen to me, even if I took all precautions, what if this is true for good things too? If something unimaginably bad had happened to me, what if something just as good, can happen to me too?

The paramedics, firemen and cops were amazing to us, their behavior and professionalism was exemplary. They kept remembering us to be happy to be alive and unharmed, because looking at the car, nobody would say that was possible. They kept talking to us to keep us calm and collected. If somebody else will ever trash talk Romanian authorities such as these, I will fight them and defend them with all my might.

28 October 2016, 21:54, A1, Kilometer 44, on the road to Vanatorii Mici, five lives were changed and linked together forever by a singular event.

Stay safe, stay happy!

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