I never really understood the concept of an ‘online diary’. Not at all. I mean, I’ve always liked the idea of a real diary, in which you can draw, you can write using your own handwriting. It’s something better about it. Of course, we evolved, we started to create blogs. Some of them full of venom and sarcasm, some of them real books to be published, some of them really depressed or some of them that smell like spring and happiness.

In a way or another I got into this as well. A mirror of my thoughts I can say. In reality, honestly, my diary will sound much more different than my blog reflects. More direct perhaps, if that’s the right word, but when you decide to take your little laptop in the other room with a cup of tea, you need to write different don’t you? I mean I always appreciated them mind games. Write something, read between the lines.

But what if you lines aren’t being read properly, or by whom you address the secret letters? Then even you blog mocks you. You might secretly get messages from fair few readers saying that you need to do that, that and that you actually achieve what you want to achieve. Oh great, I feel like I’ve got friends…oooh, great to hear.

But I’m not here to talk about this. I might suddenly change the subject. Sarcasm…was that the word that people are keep calling me nowadays. Oh yeah, sarcasm, sarcastic, etc. We’re learning more words in one lesson. How fricking cool is that? Let’s proceed. Soooo, bank holiday. Typical. Britain needs more bank holidays. And on the 31st which is today, we had another one. Lucky us. Of course we cannot afford to stay in a drink boring cups of tea and watching peep show yet again, but we need to create a reason to go out and get fucked. So we’ve invented a new festival in Manchester. Actually we brought it to Manchester again. Eurocultured festival. Please google it if you don’t know what I’m talking about. Yeah, Maria, show me some of that Spanish dancing.

Well, this festival reminded me of good old ‘white nights’ spent in Bucharest on some of the most amazing festivals that I’ve been to. So art around, some beer going on, food and lots of music. Good music, bad music, good clubs, shit ones. It needs to be this way, a bit of variety of course.

So yeah, I had a good time. I mean, I’ve seen better, but hey, I honestly quite liked it. I’m a bit fussy when it comes to events so there you go, I can’t be black or white, I need something more than that.

So we’ve been eurocultured, we had a bit of taste of some…different music, not necessarily better than what we call English classics but still, worth it.

Too bad is done, cuz I would’ve probably advised you to hit it at least for a bit.

The rest, same old, my dears. I believe that doesn’t need any explanation. I’m the same. Working  on a surprising changing. Working on a lot of thing.

Will keep in touch.