It was a weird time after I got back from Israel. I don’t
even know what happened. I was so full of positive energy and optimism that I thought
it will be very easy to come back `home`. But it wasn’t. There was something
inside me that just did not want to let it go. Or was it me?
After a while I stopped questioning. And a little more
after that, I knew I need to take action.
So what happened during those almost two months after I
got back:
-I got older
-Black Swan 2nd birthday
-Monika, sweetheart as she is, threw me a surprise
birthday party
-I brought some cake to work for my birthday, got lots
of `congratulations`
-I made my own birthday `party` with good food and
some balloons as a present
-My body grew a `friend` and I had to struggle by
going to the doctors, achieving nothing, starting to really dislike them,
finally achieving an appointment, getting a little incision and finally living
`friend` free
-I went to a few seminars in Social Media Week
-30 seconds to Mars concert
-Thai food fest. Making Tom Yum, Pad Thai and then
eating a lot of desserts after that.
-Participating in Chinese New Years [one month too
late]
-Receiving way too many shifts for work for March [I
probably really shouldn’t be complaining].
January is a birthday for my friend’s bar. This year
it was the second. So I rushed to the Bulgarian shop that has a little section
of Lithuanian stuff, bought a bottle of Starka [his favourite] and we went to
the party. I wasn’t up for staying for too long, neither was Wycka, but, almost
as always, one beer led to another, one conversation followed the second one,
more people were coming in, more people that we knew were coming in and…in the
end we closed the bar. But it was a fun night. Lots of laughs and good
memories.
The next day I was invited to come to Monika’s place.
She said she is gathering some girls from work to have a lunch kind of a thing.
I did not suspect a thing. I got into her place, took my jacket off and once
she opened the door to her room people started singing Happy Birthday, throwing
balloons and blowing soap bubbles. It was all very nice and really unexpected. So
we spend a lazy Sunday talking, unwrapping presents [Signe just had her
birthday too, so she got some presents as well] and enjoying good curry.
The day before my own birthday I got a few hints at
work to bring a cake. I wasn’t supposed to be working on my birthday, but once I
got a shift, I figured, that’s the least I can do. So I did it. I spent maybe 5
hours in the kitchen trying to make a nice looking and tasting `ant hill`. I managed.
People really liked it at work, I even got a bottle of sparkling wine from my
boss and many compliments on my cake. Mission accomplished. And, of course, I made
another cake to myself. That’s what happens when you are a bit addicted to
sweets. So in the evening after work I made some Pad Thai, Shai came by with
bouquet of balloons and Lithuanian beer and we `celebrated` my birthday.
At some point around that time, I felt the same
tingling pain right next to my scar, and I instantly knew what that will be. I tried
every home remedy to get rid of this `friend`, whatever you call it, lets say
cyst. Nothing happened. So, after a few weeks of struggling I went to see the
doctor and she told me `it will go away`. That made me really angry. I mean, Danish
doctors only know two things – take some painkillers OR it will go away. I knew
it wasn’t going away, but I had no choice, but to wait. So after two weeks I got
another appointment and this time she finally sent me to a specialist for a
little `surgery`. I say surgery, but it’s really more of an incision. I mean, I
only got out with two stitches, that not really a surgery, is it?
Anyways, the exact thing happened just like a year
ago. I got it done, then I got paranoid it’s infected, I went to see doctor
again, they told me it’s nothing, a few more days passed, I went to remove the
stitches and that’s it. I’m finally whole again. Woo hoo. Still not big fan of
Danish doctors though. But on the other hand, don’t think I can blame them
much. After all, most danes go to doctor for every tiny simple problem, which
usually do go away or can be cured by painkillers.
This last week here in Copenhagen was Social Media
Week, full of free seminars. I only got to it a little too late, so most of the
seminars were already fully booked. Initially I signed up for 4 and then
canceled one. After the first one, that was pretty crappy, I thought I am not
going to risk it. I liked one of them. There was a guy from IBM and another one
from some consulting company [cannot remember the name right now]. They had the
speaking to the audience skills and really explained the whole thing well, on
how business can use social media to be more successful. The last seminar I went
to was in UN City. The guy was interested, although some of the things he said
were pretty empty. But I liked the UN City. It got me thinking – maybe I should
try to get an internship there. They are international people and I can
multicultural experience..
At the end of Social Media Week I went to 30 seconds
to Mars concert. And before you ask – of course alone. It started pretty well. The
supporting band from Scotland was pretty good and 30 seconds to Mars came to
the stage on time, managed to get people to jump and dance from the very
beginning and it was starting to look like it’s gonna be one hell of the
concert. But then it went down a little. I mean, it’s small details, of course,
but I guess those matter. At least to me. First of all, Jared [the lead singer]
asked to girls to come on stage with him, but since one of them starting
gasping air and crying, he gave all of the attention to her almost ignoring the
other one. I mean, how should the other one feel in a situation like that? In
the end he did hug her too, but still.. Then there was this pretty unoriginal
anymore thing with throwing balloons to people. And so on. But in general –
songs were good, people were turned on, so in the end I guess you could say it
was a good concert.
The next day after the concert we met up with Monika,
went to my favourite shop in Istegade to buy some Thai goodies and went to her
place to make some good supper/dinner. We were total of 7 people there, two
dishes: soup and main noodle dish. We drank Lithuanian beer and two exclusive
Belgium beers, one of them brought from monastery. We were all very different
people, brought together only because someone knows someone and so the evening
went well. People said they liked my food [I could only hope but since half of
them went for a second time, I guess it couldn’t have been too bad]
And the day after that we went to a celebration of
Chinese New Years. That was a little disappointing. A lot of speeches, then 3
minutes of kung fu demonstration, 3 minutes of ladies dancing, 3 more minutes
of singing, then buffet and karaoke, which we skipped. We went for coffee
instead. And later on to some coffee place to sit down and relax. It was Sunday
after all.
And coming to the present moment, I am here, trying to
put the last dots on i’s. I cleaned my sheets, I received a letter stating that
I will be quite busy in March, I talked to Monika about possible sport club to
attend, I cleaned my room, I bought ingredients to make lasagna [for the first
time in my life, so wish me luck] and cake and I think I will start living
again. I mean I have to. The time is ticking out.
Shall we?
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