What is Vocation?

 Yeap, I'll start by admitting that my "Hey look at me I'm back, I'm back" post was kind of a letdown, seeming as there's been almost a month since I wrote anything from that point...
  So, these past weeks I've been doing some serious thinking...no real theme, just thinking, the kind of thinking you do when you have a lot of time on your hands and nothing to do with it, the result was...ominous to say the least, as it always seems to happen.
  This week my school's assembly material was based on the idea of a "Holy Vocation", or a preset goal in your life that you are supposed to achieve at some point in your life ( If not throughout it, excuse my "relativeness") 
  Now, this assembly was placed around the idea of religion more than anything, particularly the Roman-Catholic side of view, but the whole idea of a vocation made me think.
In my case "vocation" is a very vague term right now, I can't really understand if Vocation refers to the feeling of "being on the right track" or just the notion of finding the mentioned path.
To be honest, I don't care about vocations or finding my predestined road because I think "hey, if it's meant to happen, it will"...(even though I am completely clueless about where this life of mine is heading to right now(maybe cuz I'm fifteen, derpa-hurp)).
  And now for some appropriate music =)))


Peace-out!

Delusion (pt2)

    I was genuinely surprised by the woman's choice to leave her "unreachable" husband's journal to my custody. I was even more baffled by the manuscript's contents. As it turns out, the events that were recorded in it were stretched out on a period of 13 months.But I specifically recalled that the preacher's residence in the Nhutbian tribe was longer than a year and a half.
   I immediately began the study of the manuscript.This is when I had my first glimpse of the horrific realities that I   would so soon discover...
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   The preacher's name was John Barry Bowers, he worked as an religious colonist for the I.C.A-The International Conservative Association- his job was to help the last few members of the North African tribes to adhere to the nearest urban or rural areas and to help them understand how the world works around them while conserving and recording their traditions and rituals. He was supposed to focus on the last untouched Nhutbian tribes, and record their behaviour, and to teach them Christianity's basics.
   His first four months were spent in the presence of a bigger tribe, the only thing that was worth a second look from his recordings were two days in April when the whole tribe suddenly entered a state of complete idleness that later evolved into a very aggressive-"berserkish"-fever. The records state that in those two days the tribesmen were acting like savage beasts for exactly three hours, followed by another three hours of idleness and so on, every eight hours a sixth of them fell into a deep trance from which they couldn't be awaken. One of the savages suddenly attacked him during one of the tribe's berserk fits, Mr. Bowers was able to react and to immobilise the tribesman until the idleness part of the cycle began again.
After the second day of madness ended the tribesmen who were engulfed in that deep trance awoke.
None of them could remember anything that happened in the previous two days, not even the Nhutbian who attacked John.

Back in England.

I'm Alive!!! OMGWTFBBQ. As you know I left for England yesterday evening.The whole journey-thing took only 5 1/2 hrs  ( This including the horrible conditions from the Baneasa airport in Bucharest. I wouldn't recommend it as I hate it with my deepest being, and unless you like being treated like Cows in a slaughterhouse you won't like it either.If you have a choice go for Otopeni) Everything was great: Great weather in the UK, Awesome flight, nice clear sky...the check out was kinda creepy though. First of all the officer threw me a long, cold stare before deciding that I'm really the guy in the passport picture (Gosh! I really am another person then I was, now that I think about it!).then they thought that my guitar tuner was some kind of improvised grenade-bomb... But everything ended well.

Then we realised that we have nothing to eat, so we decided to go Tesco's .WE SPENT TWO HOURS IN THE PARKING LOT!!! We were going with the lightning-like speed of 1/4 a mile per hour!!!We got everything we needed then guess what?!? We had to take the car out of the parking lot...another 45 minutes. added up to how much we did from Luton to Westcliff and that's 4hrs ...3/4 of what going from Romania to the UK took us.                
              ME GUSTA? NO!!!! ME ODIO!