Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
...out of my mind
You don’t realize what you do to me. I don’t think you understand how one touch, look, word, or smile from you can drive me out of my mind.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Stages of drunkness
Stage #1 -- Smart
This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject. You
know all and greatly wish to express this knowledge to anyone who
will listen. At this stage you are also always right. And of course
the person you are talking with is very wrong. You will talk for
hours trying to convince someone that you are right. This makes for an
interesting argument when both parties are "smart". Two people talking,
in fact, arguing about a subject neither one really knows anything
about, but are convinced that they are the complete authority on the
subject, makes for great entertainment for those get the opportunity to
listen in.
Stage #2 -- Handsome/Pretty
This is when you are convinced that you are the best looking person in
the entire room and everyone is looking at you. You begin to wink at
perfect strangers and ask them to dance because of course they had been
admiring you the whole evening. You are the center of attention, and all
eyes are directed at you because you are the most beautiful thing on the
face of the earth. Now keep in mind that you are still smart, so you can
talk to this person who has been admiring you about any and all subjects
under the sun.
Stage #3 -- Rich
This is when you suddenly become the richest person in the world. You can
buy drinks for the entire bar and put it on your bill because you surely
have an armored truck full of your money parked behind the bar. You can
also make bets in this stage. Now of course you still know all, so you
will always win all your bets. And you have no concern for how much
money you bet because you have all the money in the world. You will also
begin to buy drinks for all the people in the bar who are admiring you
because you are now the smartest, prettiest, and richest person on the
face of the earth.
Stage #4 -- Bulletproof
You can now pick fights with the people you have been betting money with
because you cannot be hurt by anything. At this point you would go up to
the boyfriend of the woman who had been admiring your beautiful self
all evening and challenge him to a battle of wits for money. You have no
worry about losing this battle of wits because you know all, have all
the money to cover this bet, and you obviously win a fight that might
erupt if he looses.
Stage #5 -- Invisible
This is the final stage of drunkenness. At this point you can do
absolutely anything because no one can see you. You can get up and dance
on a table; you can strip down to your underwear, to impress the people
who have been admiring you all evening, because the rest of the people
in the room cannot see you. You are also invisible to the person whom
you have picked a fight with earlier in the evening. You can walk through
the streets singing at the top of your lungs (because of course you are
still smart and know the tune perfectly) and no one will think anything
of it because they can't see you. All your social inhibitions are
gone. You can do anything, because no one will know.
And you certainly won't remember !
This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject. You
know all and greatly wish to express this knowledge to anyone who
will listen. At this stage you are also always right. And of course
the person you are talking with is very wrong. You will talk for
hours trying to convince someone that you are right. This makes for an
interesting argument when both parties are "smart". Two people talking,
in fact, arguing about a subject neither one really knows anything
about, but are convinced that they are the complete authority on the
subject, makes for great entertainment for those get the opportunity to
listen in.
Stage #2 -- Handsome/Pretty
This is when you are convinced that you are the best looking person in
the entire room and everyone is looking at you. You begin to wink at
perfect strangers and ask them to dance because of course they had been
admiring you the whole evening. You are the center of attention, and all
eyes are directed at you because you are the most beautiful thing on the
face of the earth. Now keep in mind that you are still smart, so you can
talk to this person who has been admiring you about any and all subjects
under the sun.
Stage #3 -- Rich
This is when you suddenly become the richest person in the world. You can
buy drinks for the entire bar and put it on your bill because you surely
have an armored truck full of your money parked behind the bar. You can
also make bets in this stage. Now of course you still know all, so you
will always win all your bets. And you have no concern for how much
money you bet because you have all the money in the world. You will also
begin to buy drinks for all the people in the bar who are admiring you
because you are now the smartest, prettiest, and richest person on the
face of the earth.
Stage #4 -- Bulletproof
You can now pick fights with the people you have been betting money with
because you cannot be hurt by anything. At this point you would go up to
the boyfriend of the woman who had been admiring your beautiful self
all evening and challenge him to a battle of wits for money. You have no
worry about losing this battle of wits because you know all, have all
the money to cover this bet, and you obviously win a fight that might
erupt if he looses.
Stage #5 -- Invisible
This is the final stage of drunkenness. At this point you can do
absolutely anything because no one can see you. You can get up and dance
on a table; you can strip down to your underwear, to impress the people
who have been admiring you all evening, because the rest of the people
in the room cannot see you. You are also invisible to the person whom
you have picked a fight with earlier in the evening. You can walk through
the streets singing at the top of your lungs (because of course you are
still smart and know the tune perfectly) and no one will think anything
of it because they can't see you. All your social inhibitions are
gone. You can do anything, because no one will know.
And you certainly won't remember !
The right to hurt!
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like an mp3 player. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
sesiune=haos intelectual...
ieri a fost miercuri...am avut examen...azi e joi...si imi invat(asa se zvoneste...) pentru examenul de maine...Doamne! lunga a mai fost sesiunea asta nenorocita...am zis ca nu are sfarsit...un abis fara fund...tot cazi...si cazi...si te intrebi...cat poti sa tot cazi asa in gol...ce de puncte de suspensie...atat de haotice sa-mi fie gandurile? incat sa nu pot reprezenta nimic decat prin puncte de suspensie?
pentru ce atatea examene? pentru ce? la ce ma va ajuta alofonemul si alomorfemul cand il predau pe Blaga? sau pe oricine altcineva? Of...simt ca o iau razna...prea multe/multa materii/materie...
imi introduc pixul
in gaurile din agenda...
rascolesc in pagini albe
materie cenusie
titluri mari
cifre multe si citate
idei mici de la oameni mari
idei mari pentru oameni mici
imi scot pixul..
in gaurile din agenda
rascolesc materie alba...
noroc ca maine-i vineri...si cele 13 obstacole au trecut...
pentru ce atatea examene? pentru ce? la ce ma va ajuta alofonemul si alomorfemul cand il predau pe Blaga? sau pe oricine altcineva? Of...simt ca o iau razna...prea multe/multa materii/materie...
imi introduc pixul
in gaurile din agenda...
rascolesc in pagini albe
materie cenusie
titluri mari
cifre multe si citate
idei mici de la oameni mari
idei mari pentru oameni mici
imi scot pixul..
in gaurile din agenda
rascolesc materie alba...
noroc ca maine-i vineri...si cele 13 obstacole au trecut...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Limp Bizkit - The One
If you never try
Then you'll never know
The grass could be greener (could be)
And it will always be greener on the other side
But you.. just never (never) know
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Revarsare inutila de ganduri
Azi a fost o zi ciudata...bine, de fapt ultimele cateva saptamani au fost ciudate, dar nu am chef sa vorbesc despre ele acum. M-am trezit extrem de prost dispus, nu pot decat sa imi inchipui ce fata si ce privire aveam, pentru ca oglinda a refuzat sa ma priveasca, din motive de securitate personala. Imi era pofta de omleta, asa ca mi-am facut omleta...pe care am mancat-o insa cu sila (ceea ce e un fenomen rar, pentru ca ale mele omlete sunt un fenomen in lumea gastronomica -fuck off, i'm proud of my cooking- asa ca de fiecare data le ingurgitez fara sa respir)...deci ziua incepuse dubios. poate pentru ca ma trezisem acasa, in Brasov, in patul meu, si urma sa ma culc in Bucuresti, in camera de camin, intr-un pat demn de un artist (nu, nu e vorba despre mine, nu ma consider artist), menit sa-l faca pe bietul om care si-a gresit orientarea in viata sa sufere noapte de noapte. revenind...mi-am halit micul-dejun, si am inceput sa zac, pentru ca bagajele s-au facut singure, intr-un mod foarte misterios..asta sau eram intr-un blackout cand le-am facut, orice varianta merge! si in marea mea zacere am inceput sa imi las mintea sa zboare, ceea ce nu pare sa fie o idee prea buna, cel putin nu in ultima vreme, pentru ca nu am facut decat sa imi alimentez starea de cacat, care oricum nu stiu exact de la ce pornise. am observat ca in ultima vreme starile astea sunt din ce in ce mai dese si cu toate ca nu le las sa se vada, ma enerveaza cumplit...in fine, bag putin metal, fac un dus, ma imbrac si ma car spre gara, unde urmeaza sa ma intalnesc cu "the mother of Assprin" venita acolo cu scopul de as-i vedea odrasla cum pleaca spre infecta capitala. trenul, ca orice alt accelerat de la noi, pute, trozneste, e incomod, si iti ofera o larga gama de senzatii termice la nivelul receptorilor epidermici (...si eu stau si ma intreb acelasi lucru..da, vroiam doar sa spun ca e ba prea cald, ba prea frig...wtf?). era ok, daca stateam singur in compartiment, dar imediat dupa mine, doamna aia care parea sa fi fost jandarm sau asa ceva si tipa bruneta, putin stramba, carna si sasaiata, s-a urcat un cuplu de batrani. nimic dubios, cu exceptia faptului ca erau genul de oameni care tin in dulapul cu haine sapunuri de pe vremea cand erau bunicii lor tineri, ca sa tina moliile departe si sa "parfumeze" hainele...cacat, ca duhneau a naftalina si a sapun de picioare marca "d-asta a folosit si Iisus"...2 din cele trei ore le-am petrecut pe hol fie vorbind la telefon ba cu Pitzi, ba cu Preddah, fie jucandu-ma tetris, tot pe telefon, iar in cealalta am incercat sa ma acomodez cu mirosul, dar pana sa reusesc ceva, au inceput sa ma usture ochii...bine macar ca nu a avut intarziere trenul, ca as fi injunghiat-o pe baba cu o andrea. fumeea croseta cu andrele de juma de metru si avea grija ca din cand in cand sa ma impunga putin in coaste sau in umar, sa nu cumva sa uit ca e langa mine si pute a Duru, sau ce cacat foloseste...interesant e ca desi baba era cu mosu, nu a schimbat o vorba cu el tot drumul, in schimb a torturat-o pe domnisoara din fata ei, cu un interogatoriu tipic "anticilor" : "cum te chiama, unde stai, ce-s parintii tai, unde inveti, ai prieten" ET.FUCKING.C... dar incet incet, vazand indispozitia tipei respective si atitudinea de bunicuta severa a babei, moodul meu a inceput sa se cam schimbe, incepeam sa ma distrez pe seama micutei scenete care se desfasura in fata ochilor mei, care nu dupa mult timp au fost acoperiti de un alt val de metal, relaxant, sublim, obsedant, exact ca un drog...
Am ajuns intr-un sfarsit la camin, unde m-am trezit brusc intr-un fel de sanctuar, un loc unde acum ma simt destul de bine, in ciuda conditiilor cel putin nepotrivite...nu pot sa zic ca mi-a lipsit aventura de a merge la baie sau de a face dus pe intneric(dar hei, acum am apa calda) si nici urletul unui imbecil de la etajul 2, care urca in fiecare seara pana la trei si striga "Georgeeeeee, sa mi-o sugi!" si apoi fuge...dar trebuie sa recunosc ca toate au farmecu lor macabru, intr-un fel...acum, cand stau si scriu revarsarea asta inutila de ganduri, beau un ceai, ascult niste Limp Bizkit (i missed this shit) si zambesc, tamp, sec, fara sens, dar zambesc si ma simt ok, impacat cu mine, cu gandurile mele, cu tot... dar parca ar merge un vin rosu...
Am ajuns intr-un sfarsit la camin, unde m-am trezit brusc intr-un fel de sanctuar, un loc unde acum ma simt destul de bine, in ciuda conditiilor cel putin nepotrivite...nu pot sa zic ca mi-a lipsit aventura de a merge la baie sau de a face dus pe intneric(dar hei, acum am apa calda) si nici urletul unui imbecil de la etajul 2, care urca in fiecare seara pana la trei si striga "Georgeeeeee, sa mi-o sugi!" si apoi fuge...dar trebuie sa recunosc ca toate au farmecu lor macabru, intr-un fel...acum, cand stau si scriu revarsarea asta inutila de ganduri, beau un ceai, ascult niste Limp Bizkit (i missed this shit) si zambesc, tamp, sec, fara sens, dar zambesc si ma simt ok, impacat cu mine, cu gandurile mele, cu tot... dar parca ar merge un vin rosu...
Things i want to do before i die
So, hey there blog watchers. O sa incep prin a scrie 10 chestii pe care imi doresc sa le fac inainte sa mor. Here it goes:
1. Sa ma las de fumat/cafea/vin/etc
2. Sa las in urma cel putin o fotografie apreciata(da, sunt deep, stiu:)))
3. Sa fac bungee jumping
4. Sa ii vad pe The Killers sau Coldpaly in concert
5. Sa traiesc un an in Paris
6. Sa consider ca iubirea e esenta fiecarei clipe, indiferent de cine si ce voi alege sa iubesc
7. Sa merg in Vama in fiecare an
8. Sa fiu mereu inconjurata de prieteni
9. Sa gasesc cel putin 10 persoane care nu ma vor uita niciodata
10. Sa ii ridic o statuie(cu sitem antigainatz) lui Assprin pt ca m-a inclus in grupul restrans de co-autori
1. Sa ma las de fumat/cafea/vin/etc
2. Sa las in urma cel putin o fotografie apreciata(da, sunt deep, stiu:)))
3. Sa fac bungee jumping
4. Sa ii vad pe The Killers sau Coldpaly in concert
5. Sa traiesc un an in Paris
6. Sa consider ca iubirea e esenta fiecarei clipe, indiferent de cine si ce voi alege sa iubesc
7. Sa merg in Vama in fiecare an
8. Sa fiu mereu inconjurata de prieteni
9. Sa gasesc cel putin 10 persoane care nu ma vor uita niciodata
10. Sa ii ridic o statuie(cu sitem antigainatz) lui Assprin pt ca m-a inclus in grupul restrans de co-autori
Another introduction (bha..sa vi le faceti singuri de acum incolo)
Starting today, we have a new member (a more active one, i hope :P) let's have a blast! vanessa..feel free to whatever it is that we all do :P
Sunday, February 15, 2009
on valentine's day
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
Never felt so right.
I never felt so wrong!!!
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
Never felt so right.
I never felt so wrong!!!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The Prodigy - Invaders Must Die
Check this out! The Prodigy's new album. me likes!
btw, click the title :)) it's a link, dumbasses
btw, click the title :)) it's a link, dumbasses
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Things i want to do before i die...
mda...10 lucruri pe care vreau sa le fac inainte sa mor...desi cred ca mai e ceva pana o voi face... am multe planuri de viitor... so...
1. vreau sa cuceresc K2-ul
2. sa conduc propriu-mi Harley
3. sa ajung alpinist si ghid montan
4. sa am un land rover defender :D...ma multumesc si cu un volvo
5. sa termin facultatea :))
6. sa compun o piesa geniala
7. sa-mi public un volum de poezii
8. sa fac copii
9. sa vad Egiptul (lista e mai lunga, dar incerc sa fiu rezonabila...)
10. sa fiu tot restul vietii macar pe jumatate la fel de fericita pe cat am fost in liceu, langa prietenii si colegii mei
cam astea sunt...mai sunt si chestiile post-mortem..dar asta e alta poveste...
>Catharsis<
1. vreau sa cuceresc K2-ul
2. sa conduc propriu-mi Harley
3. sa ajung alpinist si ghid montan
4. sa am un land rover defender :D...ma multumesc si cu un volvo
5. sa termin facultatea :))
6. sa compun o piesa geniala
7. sa-mi public un volum de poezii
8. sa fac copii
9. sa vad Egiptul (lista e mai lunga, dar incerc sa fiu rezonabila...)
10. sa fiu tot restul vietii macar pe jumatate la fel de fericita pe cat am fost in liceu, langa prietenii si colegii mei
cam astea sunt...mai sunt si chestiile post-mortem..dar asta e alta poveste...
>Catharsis<
want...
I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want...
>Recoil/Want<
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want...
>Recoil/Want<
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Actorul si mastile sale
Intr-o sala de proiectie, un domn batran imbracat ingrijit, intr-un costum de culoare inchisa, asezat incomod pe un scaun de lemn, priveste fascinat ecranul pe care se deruleaza in goana transe de filme si fragmente de actualitati, figura lui revenind neincetat sub diverse infatisari. El nu-si poate desprinde ochii de pe panza unde se deapana vertiginos crampeie din viata lui, multiplele chipuri si numeroasele masti purtate de-a lungul deceniilor. Pe alt scaun, in randul din spate, ceva mai deoparte, un alt spectator: un om relativ tanar, urmareste cu o emotie nedisimulata, nu ecranul, ci reactiile batranului pe a carui fata se perinda de-a valma zambete, grimase de suferinta, clipe fugare de bucurie intensa si o unda de melancolie, trecatoare ca umbra norilor de pe o campie. din cand in cand, o exclamatie, un scurt comentariu, o izbucnire nereprimata: "Doamne, dar asta este...Ia te uita...Eu sunt...Si el era aici...Oh, cat e de minunat! Cerule, cat era de frumoasa, si eu cat de stangaci...Nu se poate...Sunt eu, bineinteles!" Un ras infundat, un suspin inabusit si mainile care se crispeaza pe spatarul scaunului din fata. Ofteaza discret si de la un timp nu isi mai pate stapani lacrimile care se preling in voie pe obrazul brazdat de semnele timpului, topindu-se in scurta-i barba carunta. Nici macar nu-si scoate batista sa le stearga...
E o totala abandonare in voia acestei cufundari in trecut, a acestei dureroase confruntari cu cel care fusese candva tanar, vibrand ca un arc, debordand de vitalitate, de energia anilor netraiti inca, cu toate visele si nazunintele intacte in ochii sai cutezatori, in privirile-i debordante.
Socul imaginilor declansase o adevarata surpare interioara.
Momentul e de o intimitate aproape jenanta. interlocutorul ramasese acelasi persnaj mut. La un moment dat, venerabilul batran isi pune mainile la ochi si isi pleaca capul, coplesit de aceste trcute clipe de viata... Cand si-l ridica, filmul s-a terminat de cateva minute. Intoarce capul spre omul din dreapta lui si un zambet usor stingherit incearca sa mascheze ravagiile produse de aceasta defilare de scene. Ochii ii sunt inca rosii si vocea voalata, nesigura, isi cauta tonul firesc. O oboseala nesfarsita se instaleaza in toata fiinta lui, ca dupa o lunga si istovitoare calatorie....
Constantin Popescu, "Actorul si mastile sale"
E o totala abandonare in voia acestei cufundari in trecut, a acestei dureroase confruntari cu cel care fusese candva tanar, vibrand ca un arc, debordand de vitalitate, de energia anilor netraiti inca, cu toate visele si nazunintele intacte in ochii sai cutezatori, in privirile-i debordante.
Socul imaginilor declansase o adevarata surpare interioara.
Momentul e de o intimitate aproape jenanta. interlocutorul ramasese acelasi persnaj mut. La un moment dat, venerabilul batran isi pune mainile la ochi si isi pleaca capul, coplesit de aceste trcute clipe de viata... Cand si-l ridica, filmul s-a terminat de cateva minute. Intoarce capul spre omul din dreapta lui si un zambet usor stingherit incearca sa mascheze ravagiile produse de aceasta defilare de scene. Ochii ii sunt inca rosii si vocea voalata, nesigura, isi cauta tonul firesc. O oboseala nesfarsita se instaleaza in toata fiinta lui, ca dupa o lunga si istovitoare calatorie....
Constantin Popescu, "Actorul si mastile sale"
Things i want to do before i die..
M-am gandit ca ar fi interesant sa facem fiecare o lista cu cel putin 10 lucruri(pt inceput. pe parcurs se mai pot adauga) pe care am vrea sa le facem pana la inevitabilul sfarsit. O sa incep eu si va rog si pe voi (Flavia si Razvan) sa incercati acelasi lucru.
SO:
1. pe cat de ciudat ar parea, si necaracteristic mie, as vrea sa plantez un stejar.
2. vreau sa-mi termin studiile (intr-un viitor cat mai apropiat)
3. vreau sa conduc un Lamborghini (Murcielago lp640, de preferat ->cunoscatorii stiu; daca nu, orice alt Lambo e la fel de bun)
4. vreau sa fac sky-diving (adrenaline junkie)
5. vreau sa scriu o piesa de teatru
6. vreau sa joc intr-un film
7. vreau sa regizez un film
8. vreau sa merg in Hawaii
9. vreau sa fac ceva memorabil...nu stiu exact ce, cand, cum sau unde, dar vreau sa fie ceva memorabil
10. vreau un tatuaj (sau mai multe)
>Assprin<
SO:
1. pe cat de ciudat ar parea, si necaracteristic mie, as vrea sa plantez un stejar.
2. vreau sa-mi termin studiile (intr-un viitor cat mai apropiat)
3. vreau sa conduc un Lamborghini (Murcielago lp640, de preferat ->cunoscatorii stiu; daca nu, orice alt Lambo e la fel de bun)
4. vreau sa fac sky-diving (adrenaline junkie)
5. vreau sa scriu o piesa de teatru
6. vreau sa joc intr-un film
7. vreau sa regizez un film
8. vreau sa merg in Hawaii
9. vreau sa fac ceva memorabil...nu stiu exact ce, cand, cum sau unde, dar vreau sa fie ceva memorabil
10. vreau un tatuaj (sau mai multe)
>Assprin<
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
se tot zice...
se zice ca de vineri va ninge (iar flescaraie....), se zice ca de maine totul va merge mai bine (mda...Zambeste maine va fi mai rau...), se zice ca in seara asta va fi senin(si afara ploua de cateva ore...), se zice ca locuim intr-un oras linistit ("jaf armat in centrul Brasovului!!!"), se zice ca lumea e un loc mai bun in ziua de azi(in comparatie cu...cand?!), se zice ca daca il alegi pe X lucrurile se vor schimba(ca de fiecare data...vorba lui Badea:fete noi, aceleasi concepte), se zice ca "Cine are carte are parte!"(de batjocura eventual...cati nu au terminat o facultate si lucreaza ca vanzatori ambulanti sau pe acolo...), se zice ca suntem liberi, nu ca pe vremea lu` raposatu`(si totusi suntem o turma), se zice ca viata merita traita(viata e oricum o obligatie...parca alegi tu daca te nasti sau nu...), se zice ca succesul e 99% transpiratie si 1% inspiratie (eu zic ca e 100% contul in banca, daca esti mascul si 100% buze goase si topi-top,daca esti fata), se zice ca "Arta este un product de lux al vietii intelectuale"(daca esti mort, poate, daca nu...asteapta-ti recomensele pe ailalta lume cand te uiti inspre Pamant si vezi cat succes ai acum...dar ce pacat ca nu te poti bucura de el...ironia-cea mai buna gluma a vietii), se zice ca "fericirea ne-o facem sau ne-o gasim fiind marginiti de noi insine oriunde ne-am afla"(fericirea o gasesti...dar daca nu ai cu ce s-o intretii...), se zice ca dragostea nu tine cont de varsta(apropo...bravo lui iri...inca e in putere...slava cerului ca e al lui...), se zice "multe"...tu mai crezi ceva?
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
is life really this complicated?
Urmeaza o conversatie intre un tip si o tipa...nu-i cunosc pe niciunul din ei...dar caonversatia e interesanta :))
Symon: auzi
Symon: ?
Symon: esti ?
Ciffy Mik: da mis
Symon: auzi ? noi dc nu neam traso pana acum?
Ciffy Mik: k nup
Ciffy Mik: si nup nio tragem ...
Symon: o nup ...
Ciffy Mik:
Symon: am zis dc... nu ca nu..
Symon:
Ciffy Mik: k nu
Ciffy Mik: vreau eu
Ciffy Mik:
Symon: bun ms...
Symon: greu era..
Symon: auzi
Symon: ?
Symon: esti ?
Ciffy Mik: da mis
Symon: auzi ? noi dc nu neam traso pana acum?
Ciffy Mik: k nup
Ciffy Mik: si nup nio tragem ...
Symon: o nup ...
Ciffy Mik:
Symon: am zis dc... nu ca nu..
Symon:
Ciffy Mik: k nu
Ciffy Mik: vreau eu
Ciffy Mik:
Symon: bun ms...
Symon: greu era..
febra mare, raceala... (asta nu-i o poezie-decat daca vrei tu sa fie)
Diminetile imi sunt antipatice...
Diminetile sunt antipatic...
Ragusit, ciufulit, morocanos,
Vocea ta imi scrijeleste timpanul
Si stinge dracului lumina,
Inchide naibii geamul!
Mi-ai pregatit micul dejun?
Esti o dulce! Sa-l manci tu!
Mie fa-mi un ceai, da-i o lamuie(sora cu portocala)
Si apoi varsa-l in mine...
La pranz, patul nu ma mai vrea in el,
Parca nici tu nu ma mai vrei...
Atunci PLEACA! Da' sa nu stai mult
Ca eu am nevoie de tine :)
Zac si vad cum curge timpul...
Exact cum imi curge mie nasul...
Incet si enervant...
De cateva zile incoace, fac si sport:
Saritul peste masa de pranz...
Acele din gat parca imi sufla in ureche
"Lasa fripturica, ia supica"
@#%$&^%%&^*(*)()()()@#$%$^%&*^
(Assprin swears like a truck driver)
Incet s-a lasat si seara...
Vai, draga mea, te-ai intors?
Te-as iubi...daca mi-ai face inca un ceai!
Iar tu ma saruti pe frunte si-mi zici ca ard...
Buna mea prietena s-a intors!
Febra! Doamne, groaznic!( hihihi)
Acum patul ma cheama din nou la el
Tu ai disparut (unde dracu mi-e ceaiul?)
Si brusc mi-e frig (sau cald?? wtf?)
Sunt inconjurat de o blasfemie de culori,
Vad un curcubeu de sunete,
Vara si iarna se succed din 3 in 3 minute...
Imi fierb creierii
Si tu nu mai vii cu ceaiul ala nenorocit!
Pastile,siropuri, prafuri si alte cacaturi
Toate este prieteni,
Toate chem la mine
Si toate vine...
Numai tu cu ceaiul ala nu mai vii odata...
Diminetile sunt antipatic...
Ragusit, ciufulit, morocanos,
Vocea ta imi scrijeleste timpanul
Si stinge dracului lumina,
Inchide naibii geamul!
Mi-ai pregatit micul dejun?
Esti o dulce! Sa-l manci tu!
Mie fa-mi un ceai, da-i o lamuie(sora cu portocala)
Si apoi varsa-l in mine...
La pranz, patul nu ma mai vrea in el,
Parca nici tu nu ma mai vrei...
Atunci PLEACA! Da' sa nu stai mult
Ca eu am nevoie de tine :)
Zac si vad cum curge timpul...
Exact cum imi curge mie nasul...
Incet si enervant...
De cateva zile incoace, fac si sport:
Saritul peste masa de pranz...
Acele din gat parca imi sufla in ureche
"Lasa fripturica, ia supica"
@#%$&^%%&^*(*)()()()@#$%$^%&*^
(Assprin swears like a truck driver)
Incet s-a lasat si seara...
Vai, draga mea, te-ai intors?
Te-as iubi...daca mi-ai face inca un ceai!
Iar tu ma saruti pe frunte si-mi zici ca ard...
Buna mea prietena s-a intors!
Febra! Doamne, groaznic!( hihihi)
Acum patul ma cheama din nou la el
Tu ai disparut (unde dracu mi-e ceaiul?)
Si brusc mi-e frig (sau cald?? wtf?)
Sunt inconjurat de o blasfemie de culori,
Vad un curcubeu de sunete,
Vara si iarna se succed din 3 in 3 minute...
Imi fierb creierii
Si tu nu mai vii cu ceaiul ala nenorocit!
Pastile,siropuri, prafuri si alte cacaturi
Toate este prieteni,
Toate chem la mine
Si toate vine...
Numai tu cu ceaiul ala nu mai vii odata...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Signs you are a redneck:
1.You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.
2.You think "taking out the trash" means taking your in-laws to a movie.
3.You take a load to the dump and bring back more than you took.
4.You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.
5.You ever cut your grass and found a car.
6.The Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your wife.
7.Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.
8.You think taking a bubble bath starts with eating beans for dinner.
9.You've got more than one brother named 'Darryl'.
10.You own a homemade fur coat.
11.The people on Jerry Springer's show remind you of your neighbors.
12.You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.
13.You can get dog hair from out of your belly button.
14.The beer can collection in the town museum is the big tourist attraction.
15.People hear your car a long time before they see it.
2.You think "taking out the trash" means taking your in-laws to a movie.
3.You take a load to the dump and bring back more than you took.
4.You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.
5.You ever cut your grass and found a car.
6.The Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your wife.
7.Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.
8.You think taking a bubble bath starts with eating beans for dinner.
9.You've got more than one brother named 'Darryl'.
10.You own a homemade fur coat.
11.The people on Jerry Springer's show remind you of your neighbors.
12.You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.
13.You can get dog hair from out of your belly button.
14.The beer can collection in the town museum is the big tourist attraction.
15.People hear your car a long time before they see it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Cacarea de la miezul noptii...
Rupt de oboseala, racit ca dracu', mai acru si mai amar ca de obicei,trist si nervos, m-am pus in pat sa ma culc. cred ca era vreo 11 si ceva cand deja dormeam bustean...bineinteles ca nu se putea sa mearga totul asa de bine pe cum parea...nici bine nu s-a facut ora 12 juma' cand gongul din subconstientul meu incepe sa urle si sa fremete, dandu-mi de inteles ca bestia din mine trebuie sa-si satisfaca nevoile (mai simplu si pe scurt, trebuia sa dau o tura pe la buda). smulg hartia igienica din dulap si in boxeri si slapi fug ca un disperat spre toalete (ma rog...e foarte mult spus toalete..sunt niste bude turcesti din care te astepti tot timpul sa iasa o mana demonica, cu degete incovoiate si buboase, gata sa te prinda de..orice si sa te traga cu ea in buda...) in fine, ignorati ultima imagine; continuam...cum ziceam, o iau la fuga in boxeri si slapi spre buda, ajung acolo si..incep sa ma bucur de moment...cand brusc imi dau seama ca e 12 noaptea, e frig de mori, eu sunt in boxeri si am febra...so fuck it..mintea incepe sa imi fuga spre locuri mai frumoase si ceva mai indepartate...
Dar am fost trezit din visare de vocea cuiva care, la fel ca si mine, avea treburi mai mari decat somnul, la ora 12 noaptea (frate..cacarea asta de la miezul noptii..zici ca e rapidul de ora 3! toata lumea se chinuie sa il prinda)...
"Cristi, tu esti mah?" " Da Mirceoane!(don't fucking ask!!!!) ce dracu faci mah? si pe tine te striga?"
Si in timp ce ne chinuiam noi acolo sa facem loc pentru micul dejun, incepem o discuie foarte filozofica despre...nimeni altul decat proaspatul presedinte al SUA, Bamack Hussein Orama (pitzi, for the fun of it, do not try to correct me). si incepe sa imi povesteasca tipul asta despre ce discurs impresionant si interesant si emotionant a putut sa tina Mr Hussein. entuziasmul lui mi-a adus aminte de ce am citit absolut din pura intamplare despre discursul lui Obamel pe blogul altcuiva. probabil ca voi, cititoarele mele fidele ( :)) va stiti voi, nu tre sa dau nume...si da, razvan si tu intrii la catogoria asta!!) stiti despre cine e vorba. din nou, avantul si entuziasmul cu care vorbea respectiva autoare despre acel discurs m-au facut curios sa vad ce a putut sa zica saracul om de-a impresionat o lume intreaga. asa ca intru pe teava (youtube) si in cateva secunde gasesc ceea ce caut. am ascultat cu rabdare pana la sfarsit notandu-mi in minte cateva tertipuri oratorice, plasate cu o agilitate atent lucrata. intr-adevar, un discurs de nota 10. frumos rostit, antrenant, bine lucrcat, bine gandit(da, am inteles, de un tip de 27 de ani...wtf difference does it make??? putea sa fie scris si de un pusti de 15 sau de un batran de 70, tot cacatul ala era). cei care ati urmarit toata chestia asta, ati observat cati negrii erau acolo? din toate clasele sociale...albii abia se vedeau, exact ca la show-urile de stand-up comedy ale negrilor, albii stau undeva in spate, la intuneric, sa para si ei tot negrii (dar noi am trecut peste chestia cu rasismul).
revenind la discursul astuia: cum ziceam, excelent mesterit discursul, cu pauzele foarte bine plasate, sa indemne publicul la aplauze, dar fara alte intreruperi inutile si fara greseli teribile de exprimare, facandu-i parca in ciuda lui Bush...dar altfel..nimic interesant in discursul lui...aceeasi demagogie inutila si transparenta: " vom lasa irakul in pace, vom da afganistanul inapoi afganilor, vom opri incalzirea globala, vom face din America o tara mai buna, toatea astea IMPREUNA, NOI, UNITI!" . ideologic vorbind, cam acelasi cacat l-au mancat ilustrul nostru Base' si Bush...si multi altii. ideile au fost altele, dar scopul acelasi: "keep the masses smiling, while the kingdom collapses!" treziti-va dracului odata...va bucurati pentru Obama de parca voi l-ati votat, de parca e presedintele vostru, nu al americanilor... acum ca americanii au un presedinte negru, lumea pare brusc un loc mai bun...bullshit! tot in bezna suntem!
it's not healthy to crap at midnight!!! back to sleep now!
Dar am fost trezit din visare de vocea cuiva care, la fel ca si mine, avea treburi mai mari decat somnul, la ora 12 noaptea (frate..cacarea asta de la miezul noptii..zici ca e rapidul de ora 3! toata lumea se chinuie sa il prinda)...
"Cristi, tu esti mah?" " Da Mirceoane!(don't fucking ask!!!!) ce dracu faci mah? si pe tine te striga?"
Si in timp ce ne chinuiam noi acolo sa facem loc pentru micul dejun, incepem o discuie foarte filozofica despre...nimeni altul decat proaspatul presedinte al SUA, Bamack Hussein Orama (pitzi, for the fun of it, do not try to correct me). si incepe sa imi povesteasca tipul asta despre ce discurs impresionant si interesant si emotionant a putut sa tina Mr Hussein. entuziasmul lui mi-a adus aminte de ce am citit absolut din pura intamplare despre discursul lui Obamel pe blogul altcuiva. probabil ca voi, cititoarele mele fidele ( :)) va stiti voi, nu tre sa dau nume...si da, razvan si tu intrii la catogoria asta!!) stiti despre cine e vorba. din nou, avantul si entuziasmul cu care vorbea respectiva autoare despre acel discurs m-au facut curios sa vad ce a putut sa zica saracul om de-a impresionat o lume intreaga. asa ca intru pe teava (youtube) si in cateva secunde gasesc ceea ce caut. am ascultat cu rabdare pana la sfarsit notandu-mi in minte cateva tertipuri oratorice, plasate cu o agilitate atent lucrata. intr-adevar, un discurs de nota 10. frumos rostit, antrenant, bine lucrcat, bine gandit(da, am inteles, de un tip de 27 de ani...wtf difference does it make??? putea sa fie scris si de un pusti de 15 sau de un batran de 70, tot cacatul ala era). cei care ati urmarit toata chestia asta, ati observat cati negrii erau acolo? din toate clasele sociale...albii abia se vedeau, exact ca la show-urile de stand-up comedy ale negrilor, albii stau undeva in spate, la intuneric, sa para si ei tot negrii (dar noi am trecut peste chestia cu rasismul).
revenind la discursul astuia: cum ziceam, excelent mesterit discursul, cu pauzele foarte bine plasate, sa indemne publicul la aplauze, dar fara alte intreruperi inutile si fara greseli teribile de exprimare, facandu-i parca in ciuda lui Bush...dar altfel..nimic interesant in discursul lui...aceeasi demagogie inutila si transparenta: " vom lasa irakul in pace, vom da afganistanul inapoi afganilor, vom opri incalzirea globala, vom face din America o tara mai buna, toatea astea IMPREUNA, NOI, UNITI!" . ideologic vorbind, cam acelasi cacat l-au mancat ilustrul nostru Base' si Bush...si multi altii. ideile au fost altele, dar scopul acelasi: "keep the masses smiling, while the kingdom collapses!" treziti-va dracului odata...va bucurati pentru Obama de parca voi l-ati votat, de parca e presedintele vostru, nu al americanilor... acum ca americanii au un presedinte negru, lumea pare brusc un loc mai bun...bullshit! tot in bezna suntem!
it's not healthy to crap at midnight!!! back to sleep now!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I know my uses / I have my pride / But my heart is still untamed
I learned my lessons / I've conquered
Death / I go on and I'm unashamed
I'll paint your bones to match my eyes /
They're the darkest I have ever seen
Until I'm lucid, I can't be told
I know my voices / They tell me to BELIEVE
Another fucking accident out of control / All
the attitudes will never change
My Imitations are leading the way
I can't accept that I still don't find this strange
In light of my ability to feel denial
I walk away from everything with just a smile
The Agony of Coming Home has gone away
It's Everywhere / It's Everyone / It's Every Day
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
I beg your pardon / I'm out of the way / A
new conspiracy has taken my place
So over and over, I smell the decay
Believe what you want to - The Cycle Stays The Same
In light of my ability to undermine
I walk away from apathy - I'm feeling fine
The Agony of Cynicism beckons me
It's Everywhere / It's Everyone / It's Everything
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
LET'S - PRETEND - WE'RE NOT AT THE END
PRETEND - THAT WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
LET'S - PRETEND - WE'RE NOT AT THE END
PRETEND - THAT WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT
I learned my lessons / I've conquered
Death / I go on and I'm unashamed
I'll paint your bones to match my eyes /
They're the darkest I have ever seen
Until I'm lucid, I can't be told
I know my voices / They tell me to BELIEVE
Another fucking accident out of control / All
the attitudes will never change
My Imitations are leading the way
I can't accept that I still don't find this strange
In light of my ability to feel denial
I walk away from everything with just a smile
The Agony of Coming Home has gone away
It's Everywhere / It's Everyone / It's Every Day
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
I beg your pardon / I'm out of the way / A
new conspiracy has taken my place
So over and over, I smell the decay
Believe what you want to - The Cycle Stays The Same
In light of my ability to undermine
I walk away from apathy - I'm feeling fine
The Agony of Cynicism beckons me
It's Everywhere / It's Everyone / It's Everything
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
LET'S - PRETEND - WE'RE NOT AT THE END
PRETEND - THAT WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT
ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
LET'S - PRETEND - WE'RE NOT AT THE END
PRETEND - THAT WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT
Sunday, January 11, 2009
i can't really be more obvious than this...
YEAH, IT'S YOU! it's not an obsession, it's not a mistake, it's more than a daydream, it's a state of mind, it's my suspension of disbelief! and i do want to make it reality...i know what i'm risking, i know what i have to loose, and that's why i never said anything untill now...
and yeah...it's the full moon...
"Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do
Now that I have allowed you to beat me
Do you think that we could play another game
Maybe I could win this time.."
and yeah...it's the full moon...
"Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do
Now that I have allowed you to beat me
Do you think that we could play another game
Maybe I could win this time.."
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Disturbed - Meaning of Life
Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Get psycho, I wanna wanna wanna wanna, I wanna get psycho
Run you little bitch
I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot, meaning of life
It's not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing now
Can you dig it?
Need to get psycho
wanna hear you say it
say, you want it, need it
Don't wanna wait until we finish the show
It's not enough, you hunger for more
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me
[x4]
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
[Chorus]
Scratch my itch
Give me your power glowing, juicy flowing red hot, meaning of life
It's not enough to have a little piece
I want the whole damn thing now
Can you dig it?
Need to get psycho
Wanna hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
After we finish the show
It's not enough, you listening whore?
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me
[x4]
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
I can feel the blood, flowing through my veins
Spilling on my soul
And now the hunger's getting bigger
Come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
Free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride, murder suicide
Is how I've been feelin' lately
Come a little closer my pretentious whore I'm living with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer my pretentious whore I'm living with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer my pretentious whore I'm living with a feeling that i can't ignore
And the need to get psycho is not a question to me
[6x]
Get, get, get, get, get psycho
I wanna get psycho
I wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
Monday, January 5, 2009
suspension of disbelief
sunt sigur ca cei mai multi nu stiti ce inseamna cu adevarat "Suspension of disbelief", iar eu nu am de gand sa stau sa va explic, daca va intereseaza cu adevarat, Google it!
tot ceea ce mi-a trecut prin cap in ultimele 3 secunde, in ultimele 3 ore, in ultimele 3 zile, nu e decat un suspension of disbelief (termenul nu are un echivalent exact in romana, asa ca o sa raman la varianta in engleza)...am renuntat la realitatea impusa de ziua de zi cu zi, doar pt a crea o realitate paralela, o realitate care sa imi convina mie..realitatea pe care poate mi-o doresc...acea realitate pe care incerc sa mi-o impun fara a ma folosi de ratiune, si zic incerc, pentru ca pana acum nu am reusit. nu am reusit sa ma dezlipesc de acel show al ratiunii. urasc faptul ca nu pot sa nu ma gandesc la fiecare mic detaliu, la fiecare mic cacat care ar putea sa mearga prost...sunt constient ca vreau o utopie, dar nu de asta am nevoie...
stiu ca nimic din ce scriu acum nu prea are sens pentru multi dintre cei care citesc, poate ca asa e mai bine, oricum, asta nu are importanta...
revenind la acest daydream...cineva mi-a spus ca lucrurile nu trebuie sa fie neaparat rationale, si sunt de acord cu asta in anumite privinte, dar parca prefer sa imi calculez fiecare pas, fiecare gand, fiecare vorba pe care o scot, pentru ceea ce stiu eu si nu stii tu(acel cineva de care ziceam cateva randuri mai sus) e ca in momentul asta nu imi permit sa nu fiu rational, nu imi permit sa dezlantui acel haos de sentimente care ma macina acum si pe care ma chinui sa il transform in ordine (si din fericire, zi de zi e un pas inainte, la capitolul asta. si totusi nu mai am rabdare...vreau sa ma ridic si sa urlu tot ceea ce am de zis, fara ca lucrurile sa ia o intorsatura cel putin nefavorabila, nu numai pt mine...
cu toate ca in linii mari am ramas aceeasi persoana, acelasi tip care o sa iti strice tie buna dispozitie, care o sa iti traga o plama si o sa iti reaminteasca ca esti de cacat! si o sa o fac doar ca sa iti stric tie ziua si sa ma binedispun eu! dar nu mai sunt acelasi animal condus de instinct si de placere..so..da..acum ratiunea primeaza!
fuck it...continui alta data...acum imi vine sa urlu, sa las totul balta si sa ma culc...
tot ceea ce mi-a trecut prin cap in ultimele 3 secunde, in ultimele 3 ore, in ultimele 3 zile, nu e decat un suspension of disbelief (termenul nu are un echivalent exact in romana, asa ca o sa raman la varianta in engleza)...am renuntat la realitatea impusa de ziua de zi cu zi, doar pt a crea o realitate paralela, o realitate care sa imi convina mie..realitatea pe care poate mi-o doresc...acea realitate pe care incerc sa mi-o impun fara a ma folosi de ratiune, si zic incerc, pentru ca pana acum nu am reusit. nu am reusit sa ma dezlipesc de acel show al ratiunii. urasc faptul ca nu pot sa nu ma gandesc la fiecare mic detaliu, la fiecare mic cacat care ar putea sa mearga prost...sunt constient ca vreau o utopie, dar nu de asta am nevoie...
stiu ca nimic din ce scriu acum nu prea are sens pentru multi dintre cei care citesc, poate ca asa e mai bine, oricum, asta nu are importanta...
revenind la acest daydream...cineva mi-a spus ca lucrurile nu trebuie sa fie neaparat rationale, si sunt de acord cu asta in anumite privinte, dar parca prefer sa imi calculez fiecare pas, fiecare gand, fiecare vorba pe care o scot, pentru ceea ce stiu eu si nu stii tu(acel cineva de care ziceam cateva randuri mai sus) e ca in momentul asta nu imi permit sa nu fiu rational, nu imi permit sa dezlantui acel haos de sentimente care ma macina acum si pe care ma chinui sa il transform in ordine (si din fericire, zi de zi e un pas inainte, la capitolul asta. si totusi nu mai am rabdare...vreau sa ma ridic si sa urlu tot ceea ce am de zis, fara ca lucrurile sa ia o intorsatura cel putin nefavorabila, nu numai pt mine...
cu toate ca in linii mari am ramas aceeasi persoana, acelasi tip care o sa iti strice tie buna dispozitie, care o sa iti traga o plama si o sa iti reaminteasca ca esti de cacat! si o sa o fac doar ca sa iti stric tie ziua si sa ma binedispun eu! dar nu mai sunt acelasi animal condus de instinct si de placere..so..da..acum ratiunea primeaza!
fuck it...continui alta data...acum imi vine sa urlu, sa las totul balta si sa ma culc...
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