(Fiction) The pianist - Episode 1: My parent's story (2)

This is just a fictional story. Take it as it is. Hope you like my creations.

 My parents had a difficult time after that. Being alone in a different world, with no one to help them, to understand them. With no money, no house, they only had each other. But this didn't stopped them from loving and caring about each other and the others. They said that after two months, my mother finally could find some housework in a family with five kids. After working there for one year, they could afford to pay rent in this house. Of course, in the beginning they lived here with another young couple, their best friends, Emilly and TaeKyong. They are living now next to us, in the same garden. They built their own house, as they pleased and my parents helped them a lot during this process. But coming back to my parent's story, after 3 years, my father had to go to the army. He promissed to marry my mother right after he will come back, which he did, by the way. During this time, my mother patiently waited for him, visited him, prepared with love and care lunch boxes. They always smile when they remember that period. All the other boys were jealous on him. My mother was beautiful, delicate, a good cook, she never missed the visit period. They were young, in love and a great pair. Their relationship always was based on trust, respect and communication. 

The day of their wedding came finally. One of the best days ever, as they said. All the village was there. Mr. Kim, the pastor from the Church, said some words that my parents will remember all their life: Love each other, in goods and bads, in rich and poor, in noise and silence, in ups and downs, love each other as our dear Jesus loves us no matter what we do, say or think. Love yourself and the ones next to you, the neighbor, the one living four streets away, love the friends of your future children as much as you will love your own kids, feed the street man as you feed your own family, give them a glass of water when they are thirsty. When your pair is sick, pray for him to get well, but pray for yourself too, ask God confidence and strenght. Then, the pastor turned in my father's way and said: Young man, from now on you will not be just a boy. You will be a husband, the wisest person of this future family, a father, a man. You will have full responsability of what happenes in your family, you will have to raise your kids well, to take care and love them and your wife. And don't forget that God has to be still in your heart. Don't forget to pray, even when times are hard and complicated. Trust Him no matter what because He loves you and will never give up on you. Never. 

Then, he turned his head in my mother's way and said: My dear young girl. He smiled. You are going to be a responsable mother, I know this. I see you come each Sunday at Church. You are a good person, a delicate flower. Please never change, stay like this. Never lose trust in God, never give up on your family, on your believes. People are bad sometimes, forgive them. They will try to upset you, to make you fail. No matter what, forgive them. They will tell you that you cannot do something. Try it anyway. Even if you will fail, at least you've tried. God is good, He will help you if you have a sincere heart. If you get lost on your way, look closer. Change your direction and get back on the right path. You will be the model of your dauthers, and JiYoung will be a model for your son. Be the kind of parents you wish you had, be the right models for your dauthers and sons. Love each other no matter if the other one fails or walk on the wrong path. Love him anyway. Because there is no such a perfect person in this world. We only can find the imperfect person who fit perfectly with us. Everybody know your wonderful story so make us happy by living in peace and love. May God bless you two with happiness, wiseness, love, healthy children. 

After that, he gently took my parent's both hands and put them together. When he said: I pronounce you husband and wife., my mother started to cry, but not because of sadness but because she was too happy. They weren't that rich so the dress and the costume were borrowed by some nice neighbors. They had the lucky chance to take pictures without paying. The pastor and his wife paid for them. If I think of this, my parents seem like they were indeed loved by the others. And they still are. Our neighbors said that my mother was so beautiful that they will always remember her as a braid. Everybody was so happy for them that they were send to the beach for the first time. That was their "honeymoon". They left like they were, dressed in same clothes. Someone picked them up and gave them a ride. They were left there and that man came in the evening for them.

They said that were magic moments that will not let us know, because "we are too young now" so I cannot explain how their honemoon was, but they smile and look with love at each other when we talk about their life. My sister came after one year. They said, during her pregnancy my mother shined like a diamond. As I refletect until now, all pregnant/ future mothers are extremly beautiful. I am wondering if they become like this because their body knows that they will have a new baby and their body wants to be so beacutiful for the new baby. I am not sure about that, but anyway. Let's get back to our story. Oh, yes! My sister came. And she recevied pretty clothes from the other women in the village. My parents named her JiSoo.

My sister was a beauty. Of course, she looked like my mother. And she used to laugh a lot. At anyone. All the village people loved her from the first moment. I mean, of course they loved her! Who wouldn't like an angel like her? A new born baby? Their innocence is amazing. But, before I get too sentimental, I have to go on with my parent's story. After two years, I came. Finally, me.

But people say that I had the weirdest faces all the time. They used to laugh of me when I was a baby. Com'on people xD. I was just a baby. Why they laugh of me all the time when they remember me as a baby? xD My parents say that I was adorable and that's why. And a calm child. And, as my sister was, I used to laugh a lot. And play with anyone's hair. kkk I think this was funny. 

Anyway, don't believe that my parent's life was easy! Not at all. But they are hard-working people. They never gave up on anything, they struggled a lot until now, they did sacrifices for us, as any parent would do. Aww, I love so much my parents. 

After I was born, my sister used to play a lot with me. She paid special attention to me and my needs. My mother stopped working when my nuna (=older sister) was born. She had to take care of us. But she used to bake cakes and cook for other families. My parents dedicated their life raising us. But they never yelled at us, they never argued, they tried all the time to discuss things. I believe a mother is a hero. During the day, she does laundry, cook, clean, take care of us, and at the end of the day she still have time to wait her husband with warm food on the table. Awsome mom! 

Time passed quickly and here we are. I am here, at the first day of school. Hope you didn't forget where I was before I started this lovely story of my parents. I used to say that I like studying, I want to grow up and go to school so much that my sister starting teaching me things, since I was 4 years old. Lucky me, I was always before the others. My school life is a disaster, not because of my grades, but because I make a fool of myself all the time. But I will let you know more in the next episode.

(Fiction) The pianist - Episode 1: My parent's story (1)

This is just a fictional story. Take it as it is. Hope you will like my creations.

One second, just one, and I was silent. I couldn't think at all. My mind stopped that moment and I couldn't say or do anything. I had so many things to say, but in the end all my words stopped in my head. Her eyes asking what I want, her pretty face, her round shiny eyes. Ahh, why she was so pretty that I had to lose this chance. Her hair looked clean and healthy as always, it's smell was like a fresh lily tree's blossom. The spring wind blew gentle on her face and her long and perfect hair flew in one side covering her half face. The bell rang and we had to go to our classes.

-Oh, the break is over already, she said softly. I am sorry. She took my cheek in her small and fragile fingers and smiled. I've never seen such a beautiful smile in my life. She looked innocent and strong in the same time, like she could flew away all the bads in my life. I could live my hole life watching over her and I would never get bored. But I was just her classmate's younger brother. Then, she left. And I was left there alone, dreaming at her. Life is unfair, I thought. Why I was so young? 

2 years before that ....

It was my first day of highschool. I wanted so much to study music that I begged my parents to give me a chance too. My older sister, JiHee was the best musician in our neighborehood. Our parents, poor as they were, they did their best to raise us well. Unfortunately, only JiHee had a chance to study piano since she was 9. They worked hard to never feel different than our classmated, but sometimes I wished I had a chance too. I was envious and jealous on her until I saw her performing on a stage. I saw her and I realized that she was born to sing. She was amazing. Even if we didn't had money for a private teacher for me, she patiently teached me what she studied with her teacher. Somehow, I was lucky to have her. Lovely, patient, nice. A great person with a big heart. If I weren't her brother I would've liked to be her husband in the future. Strange thought. Anyway, I wanted a wife just like her and our mother. Strangely, they looked so alike: same warm eyes, same soft lips, same small nose, same shiny hair. Whenever I had problems in school, my sister was by my side, she took care of those bad boys by just being there and talking. Everybody loved her. She was the prettiest girl in our school. She was also the smartest. She never failed an exam, she never failed anything. Is she weren't my own sister, for sure I wouldn't even believe such a person exists. 

Our parents, both orfans, tried their best to raise us well and take care of us. They fell in love from the first moment they saw each other, and from that day, they stood together. My mother's parents died in a car accident. She was only 10 years old when she ended up in an orphanage. Her aunt didn't want my mother and she abandoned her there. My father never net his parents. He was there since birth and had lived there his hole life, until he met my mother. I recall them telling their love story. <3

They say my mother used to be  scared and alone all the time. A fragile human being who needed always to be protected. Pretty, smart, gentle, all the other girls were jealous and they tried all the time to bully her. Greatfuly, she met the superhero - my father. They fell in love at the first sight. Unbelieveble for us, but because of them we were raised to believe in pure love. They cared for each other for years, stood together  everyday and then got married. They were friends, lovers, mother and father for each other, children and parents in the same time. Hard-working, honest and patient, all our neighbors loved them. My mother never truly worked, but she dedicated her entire life raising us, kinitting and crochetting clothes, cleaning houses, doing small jobs for others. My father is a respected policeman. In our village, he is the one who keeps order and safety. So, I guess I am pretty lucky. They are great! 

The day they met each other, my mother was crying in a corner of the building they were living. It was her first day. She was already bullied already by Amy, an American lost child who ended up there by mistake. Her tutors lost her in Busan and never came for her. She was a child-problem. Beat all the other girls, took their food, their toys. She was evil and  never stopped bulling the others. Amy was 6 years older than my mother. But she had only one weakness. Amy, too, was in love with my father. For a long time. Whoever was in touch with him ended up beaten to death. That first day, Amy bullied my mother to let her know who is the boss there, like in all orphanages. Unfortunately, nobody even tried to do anything about Amy, so she continued her "job". 

My mother's crying was silent. she was just sitting there, with her hand hugging her knees, with her head down and looking trough the the rocks. Outsides was raining, a spring, shower rain. The sky was awkwardly half clear, but the rain wouldn't stop. It looked like even the sky was sad because my mother cried. She looked so pitiful, alone and scared, that he fell in love imediatly. He was wondering who is that little girl, with pretty long hair and shiny eyes, with soft small lips and pretty pink dress. He watched her crying and walked silently close to her. 

-Hhh! he coughed especially to catch her attention. Miss, you should stop crying. Because of you, even the sky is crying. See? he showed her the sky. Please, stop making the sky cry. Don't you know? I hate when is raining because I get all wet. And if I get wet, I catch a cold. And if I catch a cold, I will be sick.

She silently stopped crying and kept looking at this boy. He was strangely somehow trying to make her stop crying and she didn't knew why. Why would a stranger care for her? There, nobody was nice to her. e guardians threw her away in that dark, wet and cold room, the older girls kept pushing her from place to place, took her food, her clothes, everything. She finally escaped and went outside to take a walk, but because of the rain, she got lost. Since her aunt told her that she doesn't want my mother, she never had a moment of peace. The was forced to pack her things and she ended up there. And now, this pretty young boy came and talked to her. Is he an angel? She was thinking that she dreams or something. She winked for a few times and looked at him again.

-Miss, didn't you hear me? I asked you to stop crying. He sat on his knees, took her face in his hands and removed her last tears from her round cheek. When girls are crying, they become uglier. All the boys say this. And I believe it too. Without realizing it, she smiled. And he smiled too. 

They said that they both remember that day like it would've been yesterday. The day they met. And after that, my father saved her from those girls. Amy kept giving her a hard time, but the day she was forced to leave came and all the problems got solved. They could be together without anyone interrupt them. My father was released first, when he was 18. He worked hard and got a small room for him to stay there. Sometimes, my mother would visit him there, but never later than 6 p.m. when she needed to be in the orphanage. The time passed quickly and she had to leave too. At that time, all the guardians and the girls loved her. Hard-working, a good cook, gently, she help everybody all the time. My parents said that the guardians cried her leaving. Nobody was like her, even if she had nothing than her parent's picture. And that was all that she took when she left. Here starts my parent's journey together!

Feel free to comment if you want this story to continue! Thank you in advance for suporting me!

Letter to Kim Beom/ Kim Bum/ 김범

Hello my dear Kim Beom,

I am just a fan, a normal fan that you don't know. I am writing here in order not to forget why I started studying Korean in the first place. ㅋㅋㅋ

So, my name is Mary and I am from Romania. I guess I was your first Romanian fan since I saw you first time in "High Kick" and I was like "Who is this cute little actor?". After that I kept looking for informations about you and stayed besides you, even if you didn't know. I am not writing this to let you know NOW, but one day I hope I will be able to say this to you. 

I have been  trying to get in touch with you but you didn't know English and you never replied to me. So I decided to study Korean to be able to send you messages. and by the way, why in the world you don't have contests with all the fans from the world? I tried to apply to that contest, to win a date with you, but it was only for Asia T-T. And then again, at the contest from "Haru Day" movie, I never found out who the winner was. I kept reading about you all the time, I have tried to study hard and learn Korean language but I haven't contacted you yet. I am wondering if you, idols, really care about your fans. I started this new project "Kim Bum's Fan-club from Romania" this year, and I hope I will make it bigger each day. 

But anyway, what is important is that I am still hoping that one day I will meet you in person and talk to you. here I am studying at English Poetry and dreaming about the day my wish comes true. Do you think is possible this? 

Until we will meet, please stop getting sick because of the movies, eat well, rest, smile a lot and be healthy. With love, your fan.^^

Superheroes in American literature: Introductory part ( I )

A superhero is a type of character that has superhuman powers and, usually, is dedicated to justice, people and saving the planet. Superheroes appear mostly in comic books and they are dominant in American literature. Superheroes share a lot of common superhuman powers like flying, picking up very heavy and big objects, look through objects, read minds, spit fire and so on. The first superhero character is Superman created by American writer Jerry Siegal and Canadian-born American artist Joe Shuster, and it was published by DC Comics in 1938. This character was created as a challange for the modern era, to make people believe that a man can fly. And they succeded. Today, Marvel Characters Inc. and DC Comics share the ownership over the phrases "super hero" and "super heroes". 

About superheroes:

Well-known superheroes characters are Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Captain America, Captain Marvel, Plastic Man, Wonder Woman and Iron Man. They share extraordinary powers and abilities, unusual skills or advanced equipment. Superheroes are devoted to the people and are willing to rick their lives without expecting any reward, and have a motivation, such as strong belief in justice and humanitarian service (Superman), a sense of responsability (Spider-man), a formal calling (Wonder-woman) or a personal vendetta against criminals (Batman). Superheroes have a hidden identity to protect their families and friends from becoming a target for their enemies or to protect themselves from getting arrested, and they have one or more close friends or family members who know their secrets. They have  code names and use special costumes that represent themselves. Mainly, superheroes work independently. Depending on what they can do, they can have special equipment, also their enemies are, usually, almost the same in all fights. 

Althout superhero fiction is considered a form of fantasy/ adventure, it crosses into many genres. Within their fictional universe, public perception of superheroes varies greatly. 

About superhero comics:

Superhero comics is a form of American comic books. Superhero comics started with Superman in 1938 and since then, the number of superhero characters has raised. Superhero comics feature stories about superhuman powered characters and the universes these characters inhabit. Superheroes became popular in late '30s and early '40s. During the World War II they became stars. 

The first Action Comics was published in 1938, which featured a man with red cape and blue costume who was strong enough to fly with an automobile in his hands. That was "Superman", he came and he was the first character with superpowers much greater than a human being. In 941, the first superwoman was presented. Beautiful, stong and intelligent, Wonder Woman acquired her powers from gods and goddesses. She had bullet-proof bands and a magic, golden lasso. 

After that, appeared many other comic books with superheroes. Here is a short history of the comic books that appeared at that time:

1. One of the first American comic books, that came over 100 years ago, is "The Yellow Kid". It was the first printed comic magazine, published in 1896. 

2. After that, the "true" funny book that appeared was called "Funnies on Parade", in 1933. It was sold in over 10,000 printed copies. It was a succes, so M.C. Gaines continued to print comics.

3. The second comic book that M.C. Gaines published was "Famous Funnies: a Carnavals of Comics", in 1933. It was a 64 pages book, sold with only 10 cents. Because this book didn't bring any profit, they stopped publishing this book. 

4. In 1934, another series of  "Famous Funnies" was published. It had four pages and it was published twice a month through newsstands.

5. Another pre-Superman comic created by Elzie Segar, is "Popeye" in 1929. He was different than the others. He didn't had any spectaculous power, but he ate his spinach and got some extra muscles. 

6."New Fun: The Big Comic Magazine" was created in february of 1935 by Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson, who decided not to pay the fees for publishing it in the newspapers. It was published in a bigger size by National Allied Publications Inc.
7. "The Phantom" was the first costumed hero, he was created in 1936 by Lee Falk. Despite his human abilities, the hero was still fighting for the crimes that others comitted. 
8. In 1937 the first true DC comic book came out. "Detective Comics" was created by Major Malcolm Wheeler. The writer didn't had enough money to publish it so he had to collaborate with printer/ distribuitor Harry Donenfeld.

After 1938, the number of Superheroes increased. Superman, Batman, Wonderman and Wonderwoman, were the most famous of them. They appeared in many comic books in different views and situations because people loved them. They were interesting and different in they own ways so the writers could see the succes of writing them. 

More informations about the history of comic books here:  Click here

My mother visited me in my dreams...

Last night I had a great pleasure. I saw my mother's face in my dreams. I am glad she didnn't forget about her dauther here, who's been waiting for this for a long time. 

We were going home after shopping, I had all bags in my hand and as soon as we got inside the building, my mother's face got all pale. She started to tremble somehow and I knew something is wrong. I asked her to take the elevator without me, with all bags down, and wait for me when she gets there. I ran on the staires, but a lady was putting somehow many flowerpots down, on the staries so that made me run slower. After -finally- arriving there, the door at the elevator was empty, with the door opened and it was too much white light inside. I ran inside the house, of course all the bags were already on the floor, but my mother was more pale than she was before, trembling and sweaty, and I started to argue her a lot: why she didn't wait, that I told her to wait, that she doesn't take care of herself...Basically that was all, after that I woke up.

The weirdest part was that, somehow, I realized she is dead in real life, but on the other hand, everything looked so real. :(

 I miss you mommy, I miss you everyday and I can't stop thinking of you. I wish I could do more to save you. I am sorry for not being able to save you, for being such a bad daugther to you. I apologize that I left you all alone just because I wanted to follow my stupid dream. I lost precious time without being next to you. I hope you can forgive me, mom.

나는 당신을 진짜 보고 싶다.... (=I really miss you.)

A life story about God

I usually do not talk about God too often. Is not because I am ashamed but because I didn't get a chance until now to meet Him, know Him too well or something like that. In other words, I didn't read the Bible until now. Not because I didn't want to but because it just happened. 

I remember I have read it somewhere on Hi5, a long time ago, but it had a good life-lesson so I remembered it. It is about a new saint and God. This new saint had to learn how things work on the Earth so both, the saint and God, came down (on the Earth).

First, they stopped in front of a rich family's house. It was so big that a hole village could live under the same roof. The door was from glass so they could see their house inside. At first, the bodyguards didn't want to let them in, but the wife came and asked:

-Who are these people? What they want?

-They are street people, madam, they said. They asked for food and a place to sleep.

The wife looked at those two men and, because it was cold outside, she agreed to let them in. The house was indeed big, the stairs were covered in gold, everything seemed like a fairytale house. Just that, this rich family, gave them all the rests from their meals and let them sleep in the basement. During the night, God woke up and took a walk in that "room". It was dirty, wet and the smell was terrible, but at least they had a warm place to sleep. Then, God saw a hole in the wall. He looked a while at it, then He covered it with his hand and the hole disappeared as it never was there. The saint saw Him and asked:

-They are enough rich to cover themselves that hole. Why did You did it?

God smiled and sat next to him. He took the saint's hands and smiled. His eyes were pleased as they received all the love there. Then, He answered:

-Son, not everything is what it seems. Let's sleep. Tomorrow we have to wake up in the morning and go on. 

The saint didn't understand a word of what God was trying to tell him. He fell asleep wondering what God wanted to teach him. Next day in the morning, they both thanked to the owners of the hourse for the hospitality and left. They walked all day without eating anything, bearing with the hot weather outside. They were lucky to meet a lot of nice people who offered them a glass of water. 

The night came and they hurried to the second house. 

This time, was the house of a poor family. They were 8, so they had 6 children in total. They were welcomed in the house and even if they only had two rooms, the guests slept in the best bed. The only food they had was the milk from their cow. The family loved and cared about the cow, as if it was their eyes. They also gave to the guests the best food they had and treated them like family. They had a chance to wash themselves with warm water and sleep well. During the night, around 3 a.m. God walked out of the room and went to the roof. He silently sat down and looked at the sky. The saint went out too, followed God to the roof. God looked like He was waiting for someone or something. He looked like He was blessing this family for sure. The saint sat next to God and prayed for the family too. After a few minutes, something happened in the stable. The cow suddenly started to scream out loud and then the sound disappeared. The family ran quickly to the stable and what they saw? Their precious cow was dead. Immediatly all family started to cry and prayed to God to give back their cow. 

Angry, after seeing this, the saint stood up and asked God:

-God, at the first house, we were treated bad, those people were selfish and, yet, you covered that hole for them. And HERE, where these people treated us like their family, we ate their food, used their best bed and washed with warm water...they ONLY had a cow to feed all these children. WHY did you let such a nightmare to happen to them?? Why they have to suffer? They are good people, God. Why did you let this happen??

God smiled again and said the same thing: Nothing is what it seems to be. The saint was angry again. 

-What does that mean, God? I didn't understand you yesterday and today I don't understand either. Please explain so I can understand.

God smiled again, touched his shoulder and said softly:

-Come here, son. Have a sit next to me. Remember the first house, yesterday? Yes, I did covered that hole. But you were blind because you saw that gold and that treasure in one single house. If you would've tried to look closer, you would've seen that inside the hole was gold. [The eyes of the saint got bigger.] So, I only covered that gold, because that family was enough selfish. I wanted to hide that gold so that they won't find it and destroy themselves.After that, we came here. Is true, this family deserves the best. They deserve to live a long life without knowing what pain is. But last night, the angel of death came to me and told me that he was going to take their mother. Do you think I could do that? I offered in return their cow's life and that's how they will eat less, but  they will be happy together, as a family.

After hearing this, the saint got his lesson. He undersood that behind all the things that others do, there is always a reason that we don't know. That we shouldn't judge anyone because only God has this power. 

Hope you enjoyed my little story. Is not mine, but I remembered it yesterday and I wanted to share it with you. 

God bless everyone!

Facts about me (◠‿◠)✌ ツ

❣ I like sleeping, my bed is my lover;
❣ My favourite vegetable is meat;
❣ I like pistachios and seeds;
❣ I like dark chocolate;
❣ I like to chance my hairstyle often;
❣ I like to improvise in the kitchen;
❣ I like stupid and childish songs, they make me smile;
❣ I like smiling a lot;
❣My favourite colours are white or light colours (pink, yellow, blue or grey);
❣I like cooking, knitting or crochetting;
❣I like music and movies;
❣ My favourite male actor is Kim Beom (Korean actor);
❣ I like mamaliga with cheese;
❣ I like the parmesan;
OTHERS:
✺ I am quiet only when I am upset or sad;
✺ Usually, I talk too much;
✺ I don't sleep too much;
✺ My favourite part is during night, when my imagination is at maximum;
✺ I am a daydreamer;
✺ I am romantic;
✺ When I was a child, I used to wish to become a singer, an actor or a journalist;
✺ Is hard to drag me out of the house, but when I go out, I tend to stay too long;
✺ I say a lot of stupid things, but this is what makes me special;
✺ I am messy;
✺ If I like you, I am that kind of person that would stick to you even if you want to get rid of me;
✺ I forget things easily;
✺ I put a lot of questions if I don't understand something;
✺ I am a curious person;
✺ I am too honest, I say things in the other's faces;
✺ I always leave my drink unfinished;
✺ I used to write romances when I was younger, but I don't write anymore;
✺ I used to do ballet a looong time a go;
✺ I used to do bellydance and do jogging often;
✺ I usually get angry very fast, but I let if flow as fast as it came;
✺ I avoid to get upset on people because if I do so, I can ignore them for 1 or 2 years;

☓ I hate liers, hypocrites and those who are talking on our backs;
☓ I don't like beans;
☓ I don't like fish eggs;
☓ I don't like mutton;
☓I don't like the cold;
☓ Is sooo impossible for me to wake up in the morning because I'm used to stay awake until very late;
☓ I can be very mean if I want to, but usually I pretend I don't see and hear things around me;
☓ I don't like oranges, lemons or other citrus fruits, but I like the smell of oranges;
☓ I don't like tripe (belly) soup;
☓ I don't like when other people blame others for their fault or they forget to keep their promises;

✌ That's all! See ya~

After eight months only....and I miss you like crazy ✞ Part one ✞

A few months ago I recevied an offline message from my sister telling me "Did you find out about mom?". That was how everything has started. I recall that moment as the worst moment ever. 

I was in Vienna, for studies, and I was about to give some tests for my final grade. There was nothing more interesting in my life than that experience. (I will tell you more about this in some other post). My mother was sick since I was in second grade. She used to go to the hospital three times per week for dialysis for more than 11 years. I was prepared for this for a long time, but when the time came, I realized I wasn't prepared at all. I thought for the worst that moment. Since she never had problems until now, she was one of the strongest persons I've ever met (and I am glad I am like her). But she had a heart-attack for 45 minutes. It was a true miracle that she survived. I was shocked, stressed, scared and alone, in a new dormitory. It happened that a girl, from the same floor, saw me and asked if I need to go out for a walk to make me feel better. It was nice to have someone there, next to me, even if she was just a stranger to me. I am grateful to that person. After that shock I had a pain in my chest so strong that I couldn't eat, sleep or do anything else. I called everyone to ask how she is. Everybody told me she is just fine, but the pain wouldn't go anywhere. There was nothing in this world more precious than my mother. In one morning I called my mother from Vienna to see how she is, but the call was redirected to another person.

-Hello, mom?! How are you? Are you ok?

-What mother? There is no mother here. You called the wrong person. 

That moment I was like "What's wrong? She couldn't recognize me???" so I got even more scared. I checked twice the phone number and it was the same...it was her number. I cried so much that day. I was scared that I was going to lose her, that I am not there for her. I cursed the day I applied for my scholarship. I hated me being there because I couldn't leave the place...

The only way I could be by her side, was to pray. So I decided to ask all my friends and their friends to pray together for my mother. In a post on facebook. I am glad I had them next to me, encourage me all the time and pray together for me. Thank you all!

So here it is, the post:

Pray for my mother

19 IUN 2012 - 21:26:10

Hello everyone. My name is Marina Voicu, 23 years, I am a
student from Korean-English section in Cluj-Napoca, Romania, and now I am an
exchange student in Vienna. I am not writing here to ask you money or anything
material. I would like to ask you to pray for my mother, who is in the hospital
in Bucharest, Romania. I know I am not the best friend or the perfect
classmate, or I might be someone you just heard about or not, but in this
moment I would appreciate those who have a heart and love their mother, if you
have time or would like to pray for my mother also. Her disease is something
that cannot be fixed. Is called polycystic kidney (is like a cancer for kidney). If you google it you will find out that this disease will reapear in a few months on a new
kidney so I don’t ask for anything material since she cannot be operated.

She had the first surgery at 21 years, and with almost 13 before now, the second
one. In a few words, she didn’t had any kidney for almost 13 years (this years)
and she went 3 times/ week at the hospital for dialysis to take out her
liquid. Because of this, her other organs (including her heart) started to get
weaker and weaker. 

On Friday I came back to the dormitory, after a long day, and I’ve fpund out about
my mother’s first heart attack (in these 13 years!). You can
imagine that I was so scared that I couldn’t sleep at all. The doctors tried
for 40 minutes to bring her back to life and they succeded. But because she wasresuscitated for so long she had some pains in the chest and other problems. Her body got weak. After that, everybosy told me that she is fine but I still felt a hole
inside and I kept being worried. Today I’ve found out that yesterday had the
second heart attack (in 4 days). For those who study medicine, they understand
exactly how things are going. Now I am scared that she can have another and she
can die this time. That’s why I am asking you this.

She is a wonderful mother who sacrificed herself for letting me study what I want,
even now she doesn’t want us (me and my smaller sister who works in Indonesia)
to know about her real situation because she loves us too much to make us
worried. 

She is that kind of mother who doesn’t need anything but gives everything to the
others. Those who had met her before know already how is she. Strong woman with
a kind heart. So, I’m begging you to help me with a praier for her because her
case is really rare and the situation doesn’t seem to good. I know I should
just be greatful because I had her all these 13 years when not even the doctor
didn’t gave her any chance at the beginning, but is it a bad thing to wish to
have her more? I am just 23, I am not even married. And now, while I am writing
this post, my tears are falling down because I know I cannot do anything else
for her than praying and praying again. I’m not good at talking about feelings,
but if I should explain how I feel is like trying to breath under the water or
in a plastic bag (for a longer time). There is no expression for this feeling
actually. If you  still don’t understand the feeling, is easier to think that your own mother is in this case. You can understand but you never can know exactly how I feel unless you’ve been trough this. I am not the person who does these things, but in this case is really necessairly because only a miracle from God can help my mother.

I hope you will excuse me because I dared to ask you this. I really love my
mother and at least this is what I can do for her. God bless everybody and all
the mothers in this world.

Marina (19 June 2012)

As a response, a lot of friends and stranger were next to me. We were praying together for her and God listened to us. I even sent one of my friends from Bucharest to visit her and she told me is better if I could come back as soon as possible. My mother wasn't looking to well. After a few days, she had almost a heart-attack again. Because of  some analysis that gave her so much pain that she almost fainted without breath. After that, I could breath normally. That pain from my chest disappeared. My classmated found out from Facebook about my story and the teachers already thought I left back home. I went to my supervisor and told him what happened. I asked what can I do and he gave me a chance to leave a week earlier. After a lot of trubles with papers (Austria is crazy with sooo many papers xD), I finally got a chance to come in Romania with someone's private car.

---TO BE CONTINUED---- Part two and Part three

You love me ❤, you love me not ✘...

Here I am, stressed about the exam tomorrow, yet thinking about the loved one. I  was thinking how funny it is when others treat love as pleasure, romantic love that will pass soon, something unimportant, unserious thing and so on. And yet they are all screaming out "Why I am not loved?", "Why I always end up suffering?", why, why and why... It is funny how people give advices about how you will suffer for this love, but never how happy you will be. Is this all, people? You can't think clear now because you had to suffer in the past? Because he was not the right one for you? Everybody suffered at some point, for any reason, but they are not dead, they are not sad, they are just fine now. 

I wish we would dare more to love, we would dare to say it and go for it. If you don't take the risk, you cannot find out what he or she will think. I used to be afraid telling how I feel, until it was too late. The boy I loved so much, was murdered. And I was left back with the words...Then, I promised I will never be like that again, never wait until is too late. I promised to myself to dare because I deserve to give a try. I deserve to give myself a chance. I need to find out what is the truth. So I go for it. If is a no, then is ok. Because love doesn't require anything in return, but if is a yes, I could be proud and say to myself "I knew it!". 

So, my dear readers, enjoy life. When you feel like he or she is the one for you, say it. Send a text, leave a message, tell them face to face, tell them anywhere and anytime. But don't stay with the words inside your mouth.

As you already know, most heart-breaked hearts are because of untold words. Love much and share it!

My first post on this blog

It is winter yet and all exams are waiting at my door. Tomorrow is the start of this stressfull part called "exams". I am scared and happy in the same time. I've been waiting a long time for my final year in this university, therefore I will be graduating soon. These days I've been thinking a lot about my future, about my dreams and plans that I've made until now, about what I wish and what I have to do in the future. Nothing seems clear lately and I need to think twice about this. 

Self-Introduction: Hello, my name is Mary. And I am 23. My major is Korean lanugage and literature, and my second major is English language and literature. I live in Romania. My favourite movies are Asian, obviously, I ❤ Korean culture and I am in ❤  I am a simple person, I laugh and smile a lot, I like people around me and I get confused easily. I am abitious and I do a lot of foolish things, I ❤ animals, music and dance, I ❤ watching movies and sleep a lot. I like walks at night, rain and being kissed. I ❤ when I can be myself without being afraid of what others think of me, I hate lying and liers. In some other life I might have been a model or something since I like taking pictures and being filmed. I like memories and hollidays, I like eating, cooking or knitting. I could be a great mom but I am afraid of being married. I don't trust any guy I meet because I had suffered a lot in the past, but when I do, I do it with all my heart. I stopped being angry on my past, I take the chance when I have it and not regret it later. I am who I am because of the circumstances I've been through until now, all the experiences of my life made me who I am today. I am messy in my life, but obsessed with cleaning. I ❤ being hugged and hug others. I believe in trust, respect and long relationships of all kinds. I belive in God and good people, I know I am not a good person but I am willing to chance myself and be better. I like cherries and flowers, I appreaciate more small gifts than expensive and with-no-feelings gifts. When I was a child I wished I could become a great singer but, without someone to encourage me and practice, I lost my voice I used to have. I can change my mind easily, my imagination has no limits, I am a day-dreamer, I say stupid jokes, I smile with no reason. I am a romantic person, I read a lot, I share my thoughts with many, but different people (each of them is well-chosen for the type of thought I have, each of them is special in their way). I have a lot of friends, but a few true friends ❤. I miss my old friends all the time but I am too afraid to tell them. Most of the time, they have their life now, without me. I am scared to death because of the enemies I've reached, but I will never give up on my dreams. I know exactly what I want and I will do my best to have it. With hard work and hope, I believe each of us can be happy and get what they want. I am willing to give up on my own happiness for my friend's happiness (if he/ she is a good and sincere friend), I am willing to do whatever it takes to prouve to myself that I can do it, I am willing to listen anyone who needs me, to care for those who need this, to cry or laugh with my loved ones. I can do a lot of things and in the end I will still say "I haven't done anything today.". I could talk a lot about myself, but never is enough. And you know why? Because a person is complex, too complex to be analyzed. But, for now, is enough. This is ME. And I am proud to be myself. ❤