What is your favorite memory?

within temptation--memories

Dear readers,

I want to start writing in English so .. everybody could read what i write. Even some foreign friends or relatives.

In the first place, I would like for you to excuse my mistakes (because I'm sure there will be a lot of them) and if it's not too much to ask : please help me correct them (the mistakes I mean). I sure hope that with the help of some of my friends and readers I can improve my English to the point where it will be understood by all of you. 

Well, a couple of days Iris (it's her birthday today so I will use this post to wish her all the good in the world! My brother too!) gave me a task to accomplish and that task was : what is your favorite memory?, and I intend to solve that task through my blog.

Here it is : 

My favorite memory shouldn't be that hard to pick. Or at least that was the first thought that came through my mind when I heard about the task. But as time passed I realized that it's not the easiest thing to choose. I have a lot of memories, some are nice, some aren't so nice, but all of them made me who I am. So, I won't tell you my favorite memory. I'll tell you one of the many favorite I gathered.

It was my second year at the University from Brasov and the first year in the other student's campus. Colina. It was much closer to the University's teaching buildings but it was very far from the places where the friends I've made as a freshman lived. I thought that it had to be a way to move back to my former room. But it wasn't. So one morning i realized that I was stuck there. So I took my book and my cigars (i was smoking back then) and went on the hallway to read. I would have preferred my bed, but it was a non-smoking room so.. that was my only choice. I sat on the cold floor, lighted my cigar and started reading, when all over the sudden the door in front of me cracked open. From there, a girl with red hair and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen stepped out. She looked at me for a slight moment, put a cushion on the floor and next to it a big cup (It was rather a very deep soup plate, but she calls it cup!!). She went back into the room, only to return with a book in her hands. I couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't the only nut that at 8:30 a.m. read a book instead of sleeping like the rest of the students!

Inside I was all sunshine and happiness but i surely could not let the emotions get out, because i would only make her think that I am a freak! So i continued reading, even if with one eye I was still contemplating her. Until I realized I knew her from somewhere. DAMN!! She was one of those mean evil girls that usually spent all day long on the hallway!!! Yes! She was one of them for sure! A couple of days ago i came from school and there they were! Like this block's furniture! The furniture that you can't get rid off because it belongs to the owner. Well, as they sat there, with their legs all over the floor, not only they spooked  very loud, as though each and every one of them had a hearing's aid, they smoked like their home country is Turkey!! Like they had to produce enough smoke as to hide the walls from their behinds. And that's not all!! When i got near them, not even one of them had the courtesy to lift their feet. I had to jump like a rabbit. And even so one of them looked as me as I was the bad guy in that story!! RUDE!! I hate them!!! I HATE..

"Excuse me... Can i bother you with a question?" i heard her say.

I raise my head from the book and look at her. I can't see the evil i thought i saw a couple of days ago. 

"What?"

"I was curious about the book you are reading... What is it's name?"

"Aaaa... the book I'm reading? It's called Ivanhoe and i just started reading it. It's about a knight that helps people with his bravery. I love the action and this book has plenty!"

"Really? I like most the books that have an interesting plot. Something with ..."

And that was our first conversation. We talked about the books we read and we loved, the books that we wanted to read, the movies that we liked... and the hours just passed by us. We meet again the next morning. And the morning after that. 

Now... after more than 5 years, even if I don't see her every morning, I still like to talk with her about books and movies. Life and weather. Love and friendship.

That's it Iris. U can correct this whenever you want.

Dear readers, once again EXCUSE MY AWFUL WRITING!! IT WILL GET BETTER WITH EXERCISE!