Wednesday, November 29, 2006

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this is something fancy but also bloody-funny i discovered on the internet;and the colours are great!http://www.oplusd.com/greetingcards/talkingheads.html

viata lumii

incercam sa invat Miron Costin 'Viata lumii'. La urmatorul pasaj m-am oprit reflectand:
'tragismul existentei omenesti deriva din faptul ca viata este supusa unei limitari inflexibile.'aceasta limitare este Timpul m-am gandit eu (fara sa iau in cosiderare o alternativa idioata de genul 'liberul arbitru'). dar cum Timpul este (oarecum) o dimensiune a Universului, mai concret un concept care denumeste durata si in care masuram transformarile materiei, nu putem vorbi de Univers fara Timp. prin urmare, Universul insusi nu poate fi conceput fara aceasta 'limitare'. Transformarea este o lege a Universului si conditia sa de existenta. nu ne putem considera conditionati de insasi Conditia de existenta a lumii. e absurd.

daca vrei sa te opui si sa te sustragi degradarii timpului sinucide-te. asa nu o sa imbatranesti niciodata! it sounds a bit insane but... it's not. i plan to do it. afterall, that song 'only the good die young' wasn't wrote just for the sake of writing !

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

alternativ

citeam despre catari deunazi. toata lumea stie ca erau considerati eretici. dar nu cred ca sunt multi cei care stiu semnificatia originala a termenului de 'eretic'. eretic de la substantivul EREZIE din grecescul 'hairesis' insemnand optiune. deci alternativa. ceea ce spune multe despre crestinismul timpuriu si despre cel al Evului Mediu, si anume ca era intolerant,neadmitand alternative. chestia asta e destul de stiuta,dar faptul ca termenul de eretic, provenit de la inofensivul hairesis, a capatat o atat de negativa conotatie chiar spune multe despre biserica crestina.

high expectations


e o chestie banala. balul bobocilor. nu stiu de ce fiendul meu si cu mine il asteptam atat de mult ... am o vaga banuiala,dar nu poate fi doar asta! anywayz, ideea e ca in mod ciudat a devenit o zi mult asteptata (ma rog noapte...) ceva similar Craciunului... faza naspa e ca de obicei chestiile mult asteptate nu se ridica la nivelul asteptarilor... and that sux for my morale.


ideea principala e ca vreau ca noaptea balului sa fie o retraire a ultimei nopti/dimineti din Vama.ehe,ce noapte,ce zi! atunci am dansat cu fiendul vreo 6 ore neincetat ca niste iele, de se uitau toti aia din Expirat la noi.nu stiu daca m-am mai simtit vreodata ca atunci. atunci s-a pus si 'in zbor'(ocs) si melodia aia chiar a definit perfect starea aia de eforie de atunci. vreau sa dansez din nou ca atunci,si sa retraiesc senzatiile alea. vreau sa:


Zbor! nu mai simt nimic.
nu mai pot sa simt
aerul se sparge de mine
eu nu mai stiu nimic de mine


voi fi aproape de mine
imi place sa zbor
imi place, imi place de mine!
imi place de voi!


s-ar putea sa cer prea mult,but then again muhahahaha! vom fi o banda de teenageri pusi pe bestializare! asa ca... nu stiu:P

Sunday, November 26, 2006

we're just quarks

A man said to the universe:
'Sir,I exist!'

'However,' replied the universe,
'The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.' Stephen Crane

Saturday, November 25, 2006

under something 2


drunk as fuck that's for shore... i went to da underfest 2. it must've been cool but i'm not able to bet cuz i wasn't conscient;me waz wasted!!!!! me only rememberz puking.great.greater. me sux.why drink when i just kill my self whith every single sip?! answer:'donno.za bunny faced-boy waz there.ignoring like he alwayz doz.'but i don't blame him... like there waz anything to notice...ah...nevermind...me iz too drunk.i promise meself and me fiend not do drink unirea again and not to get drunk like zis again.
once again, fiend me deeply apologiezez cuz me lame.but me never again.me gonna be good.cum ziceau za ramones: 'now i wanna be a good boy'...respectiv a good girl...or something.
i really like sayin''or something' cuz that's not saying something precise,it's just saying something without being decisive. that's because i don't want to make affirmations.i wouldn't liek to get wrong:P


zis waz a draft and i didn change a thing before posting,pe onoarea mea de pirat!zis waz written under za influence

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

i was i kid who loved reading tales and escaping into imaginary worlds.and i still do.that is probably the reason why i enjoyed Harry Potter so much...
the deal is that there is a story that still fascinates me, although i don't think about it anymore. it's a really interesting,distinct story,as a matter of fact it's quite a weird one. but what really intrigues me is that i don't even know if i read this or... created it!
anyhow, here's what i can recall from the story,maybe there's someone out there who heard of it.
in a very powerful and grand kingdom there live a great and nice king with his wife, the queen. like in all the rest of the stories,they were all happy but something was missing.they couldn't have a child to whom to pass on the reign.
i don't remember how, but finally the queen had a baby boy.of course the prince wasn't like the rest because he was blue blooded...but there was more than just that-he didn't had a face.he didn't had a face of his own.yeah,i know it's freakish.the deal is that he was cursed or something.and he was to take the facial expression of those he either loved or hated.he took the face of those towards he had strong feelings.it was weird for the royal parents and for the ones at the palace and they had to be careful with the baby prince.
later on ,when he grew up, the people who knew him got used with seeing the prince sharing their faces like the face of his fencing teacher or the one of the queen or even the maid's face...
one day,when he was out hunting,the prince found a rabbit.he caught the animal and somehow he really liked the fluffy thing and his face changed into a bunny-like -one! his ears grew and got covered in white fur and same thing happened to his face. his eyes were the rabbit's eyes,his mouth and his teeth were the ones typical for a rabbit. i don't know by which circumstances, but the prince gets killed that day. and he dies with a bunny face...
and that's pretty much all i can remember.this is not quite the ending because i forgot the exact one.i'm not sure if it was the happy-typical one or a more tragical one, but nevermind.i might write it if anyone's interested...
this was the story of The Bunny-Faced Prince who was once without a face of his own but got one after he died,a bunny one.
My pirate name is:
Iron Anne Flint
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

de profundis



cu totii ne punem intrebari retorice. intrebari existentiale, intrebari idioate si autoironice dar ce poate fi mai sublim decat sa fii intrebat ' Vrei sa ai probleme?' mi se pare pur si simplu genial. atat de genial incat in acel moment mi-au venit in minte cam o mie de raspunsuri pentru intrebarea asta. primul a fost:
'probleme?!cine nu are nevoie de ele! ele dau farmec vietii,nu?!' au urmat printre altele:
'categoric,eu am foarte putine probleme so bring some more to meh!'
'normal ca vreau sa am probleme,cine ar refuza asa ceva'
'bine.recunosc:am probleme. dar nu ma pot abtine...sunt dependenta.imi plac problemele...gata,am zis-o si p-asta'
'depinde de probleme;in general ma descurc cu problemele de chimie si cu cele de logica dar daca e vorba de o parte a fizicii care nu e cuantica sau de matematica, aaa nu mersi.'
'am probleme'
'nu mersi, am destule.daca vrei iti dau si tie.'
'am deja si tu esti una dintre ele.una dintre cele mai mari'
'eu nu le vreau dar problemele ma vor pe mine, so what can i do?!'
'mi-e indiferent' si asta e raspunsul definitiv.





Saturday, November 18, 2006

de ce se intampla toate astea? de ce eu? raspunsul: de ce nu? poate ca intr-alt univers,intr-unul paralel i'm the luckyest most happiest person, dar nu in asta.
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.


Friday, November 17, 2006

povestiri din wonderland
frustrare.dezgust.neputinta.
o zi ca oricare alta. o intamplare ca oricare alta m-a facut sa tremur de revoltare si dezgust.eram in tramvaiul 32 cu niste colegi,veneam de la liceu.tramvaiul ala infect e intotdeauna plin,noi insa am avut o strategie si am reusit sa prindem 4 scaune.imediat ce m-am asezat langa mine s-a postat o tiganca.tipul acela infect.era destul de in varsta.mirosea.dar nu asta-i problema.problema e ca a deschis gura.a facut asta pentru a-mi solicita scaunul.ha! se intreba de ce stau eu pe scaun si nu ea.afirma c eu nu am niciun drept sa stau pe scaun.poate i-as fi lasat locul daca nu ar fi fost asta;si daca nu as fi stiut ce fel de vierme este.nu am vrut sa cedez,sa dau inapoi in fata unei astfel de creaturi.a fost o chestie de principiu.a continuat sa vocifereze.nu voi reproduce nimic din ceea ce cuvanta creatura,ar fi sub demnitatea mea si nici nu am retinut;era hardcore oricum.atunci i-am spus ca daca imi arata biletul si abonamentul ii cedez locul.ma gandeam ca poate astfel se va opri.nu.a fost mai rau.dar n-am cedat.tremuram de furie si imi doream sa-i sparg fata,sa-i inchid gura murdara...si poate ca as fi facut-o...dar eram in 32...oamenii din jur aveau priviri tematoare,nici macar nu se uitau direct.si atunci tiganca a inceput sa ma ameninte cu bataia.daca as fi coborat cu doua statii dupa -adica la piata rahova- ar fi fost grav.cel putin asta spunea tiganca care se lauda ca a tarat o 'panarama'(nu stiu daca acesta este termenul folosit de domnia sa)ca mine de la un capat la altul al 32ului,pentru ca nu i-a cedat scaunul.si o cred pe cuvant,pe toate cuvintele infecte pe care le-a spus .
e revoltator.si nimeni nu a facut nimic si daca ar fi fost sa ma loveasca nu ar fi facut nimic.probabil nici colegii mei.asta pentru ca toti se conduc dupa deviza: 'nu te pune cu ei' respectiv 'lasa de la tine'.si asta e ingrozitor.unde o sa ajungeti fratilor?!tot timpul acceptati toate rahaturile,sunteti niste lasi si niste pasivi.daca acceptati rahatul asta nu poate sa insemne decat ca il si meritati.enjoy,rromania.

ps.eu nu sunt rasista si nici nu fac discriminari.sunt prea inteligenta pentru asta.consider ca fiecare om in parte este produsul sau in masura in care acesta incearca asta.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

uneori ma gandesc la moarte.
ma gandesc la moartea mea de fiecare data cand folosesc liftul.urasc lifturile si mai ales pe cel din blocul meu.atunci cand sunt in lift tot timpul imi imaginez cum acesta o sa se prabusesca si eu o sa ma faca bucati;sange si creier peste tot,asta vad.si mai e o chestie,cu care m-am obijnuit demult si care acum ma amuza,in fiecare zi,dar absolut in fiecare zi,cel putin o masina este pe punctul de a ma calca...asta inseamna sa traiesti periculos...
ma gandesc la moartea celor la care tin.asta se intampla dintrodata,pur si simplu imi apare in minte gandul,teama ca cineva anume a murit.si e sinistru.e sinistru pentru ca nu imi place ce descopar.demult am ajuns la concluzia ca nu as vrea sa fiu acolo cand ar muri.stiu ca e oribil sa mori singur,dar pur si simplu prefer sa evit sa fiu acolo pentru ca moartea e atat de definitiva si urata.moartea e ultimul semn de punctuatie.
ma intrebam cum o sa fie dupa ce o sa moara unul dintre cei la care tin si raspunsul pe care mi l-am dat de fiecare data a fost 'la fel.o sa fie la fel.' e cat se poate de crud.dar oare nu asa e totul?! 'a murit X.tineam foarte mult la el.dar viata merge mai departe.eu merg mai departe'...de parca nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat.intr-o carte un personaj spunea ca atunci cand cineva moare si-l sterge din agenda.si gata.de parca nici nu ar fi fost.asta ii asteapta si pe cei care vor muri si la care tin acum cand sunt in viata.uitarea.asta ma asteapta si pe mine.si pe tine.

the world ends when you die.in every single moment a world ends.and that's not even sad,that's just ordinary.that's how things are.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Romanticism is dead (and buried).Eu ma duc sa ma sinucid,BRB.
materialipstick


materie. eu sunt materie. si cam atat. ma gandeam...'daca totul e materie, oare gandurile si nazuintele noastre spirituale nu sunt tot materie?!' si atunci care ar mai fi rostul incercarilor de a ne elibera spiritul de materie daca si acesta e tot materie? this was something random.dar chiar cred ca asa stau lucrurile.nimic nu poate fi conceput fara materie. din punct de vedere cuantic.
(I feel like) Donnie Darko


have you had that feeling
that you've been this down before?
did you get the feeling
that you always wanted more?
did you start to feel
that you said this words before?
memory's misleading;
can't you trust yourself anymore
and i feel like donnie darko
#$%&
just what is the meaning
of the things that i see?
and am i leaning
towards the illusion of inequity
can i trust my instincts
#$%*
and i feel like donnie darko
@#$&*








Saturday, November 11, 2006

kiss not


the taste of a kiss
taste like smoke plus alcohol
like ash
yeah...
but its better than the kiss on the cheek
that 'friendly' kiss
meaningless kiss
oh,friend,oh,friend,are we that dead?
we kiss because we are polite
and polite sux.
kiss,love, empathy.
haha,this is gonna be the dumbest post i made.i'm just writing right now.just came back from da club where i waz like just sitting,drinking - and not only - with my mates.oh,i'm a bit wasted right now,but less than usually.i'm not depressed although right now i listen to something that sounds like 'The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had'.yeah,i love that song.and i just sit here doing nothing,listening to radiohead.jack was cool today...i even had some sleep.an hour or something...and it was nice to wake up with more mates around.and,oh,tomorrow it's gonna be such a full day.it always is.Sunday,bloody Sunday.but this is what i like:doing stuff,whatever it is,i hate vegetating!i hate being at 'home'.how that word means nothing to me!nothing good.bleah.boring.but as a conclusion it waz a really nice day.sure i can accept that we're going nowhere,but one last time lets go there! this would be like a motto.i think that mostly that's how my friends and i behave.they'd probably disagree,but i think this is how things are.and i like them like this.it's better this way.donno,but wasting is sometimes better than worrying.wasting liberates whilst worrying only puts more lead on your shoulders,so,lets just waste.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Death to Birth (Pagoda)


From ripe
To rotten
Too real
To live
Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
To find the found(fount) of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the necter
And pucker the sour
A bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
It's a long long lonely journey
From death to...
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Oh, It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Yeaaah...
Should I die again
Should I die around
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own
With my own
With my own
With my own cold dead face
With my own wooden case
Yeaaah...
Pucker the sour
Sugar sweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohhhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journeyf
rom death to birth
What should I die again
Should I tell you when
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Unitl I come face to face
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth.

wow

am mai vazut filme cu Michael Pitt si mi-a placut cum joaca tipul. si am vazut si last days,film in care el il interpreteaza pe Kurt Cobain...in timp ce incercam sa nu adorm ma intrebam daca cei care au facut filmul nu s-au plictisit si ei in timpul filmarilor.eu din filmul ala nu am inteles nimic.l-am considerat o porcarie. singurul aspect pe care l-am apreciat a fost cel vizual.si mi-am facut o parere proasta si despre Pitt pentru ca citisem pe undeva ca ii plac Nirvana, ca Kurt Cobain e idolul lui si ca are o trupa in care canta grunge.and i was like,yeah right!this is just hollywood shit! credeam ca e o chestie de publicitate si ca tipul e un ipocrit.si logic,asta m-a enervat.acum,ma gandesc sa revad filmul.motive?unul singur:PAGODA.trupa in care canta Michael Pitt.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

on s'amuse

ma amuza anumite chestii care, poate, nu ar trebui sa ma amuze.pentru ca sunt triste.sunt faze gen film tragic (as in al dreaq de tragic !) care, la un moment dat - atunci cand s-au adunat prea multe chestii - devin amuzante. chestiile astea ma amuza pentru ca reusesc sa ma detasez,reusesc sa nu mai fiu ceea ce mi se intampla;dar detasarea asta nu dureaza.astazi am reusit sa ma amuz datorita faptului ca am audiat un curs despre filozofia buddhista. atunci cand te gandesti la precaritatea conditiei umane si la cat de iluzoriu e totul grijile si problemele ti se par,evident,amuzante. pentru ca sunt atat de inutile.si chiar distructive.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

uneori viata iti lasa un gust amar.alteori nu-ti lasa nici un gust.asta se intampla cand pur si simplu esti viu,dar nu traiesti.cam asta mi se intampla mie in ultima vreme.cel mai naspa e cand incep sa ma autoanalizez si desi incerc sa ma opresc nu reusesc. acum chiar prefer sa trec peste lucrurile de genul asta ca si cum nu ar fi. pentru ca pur si simplu vreau sa treaca de la sine fara ca eu sa trebuiasca sa fac ceva. nu vreau sa fac nimic acum.mi-ar placea ca lujcrurile sa se intample de la sine.dar asta nu se intampla niciodata...
ego nr4 - mai mult decat oricand!
Cat de mult te urasti cand pierzi
Nu poti sa visezi
Ce ciudat este sa nu simti nimic
Vreau sa ma ridic
Ce ciudat e sa nu mai zic
Vreau sa mor un pic
Alerg si alerg si incerc sa scap
Alerg si alerg si totul se intampla
Doar in cap - chiar asa,doar in cap parca se mai intampla cate ceva,dar pana si acolo parca totul e liniar si mereu la fel. cred ca ceea ce ma deprima este fie neputinta mea de a percepe frumosul,fie lipsa acestuia. lumea de afara e atat de urata,atat de dezagreabila,e numai metal,ciment si plastic,foarte mult plastic si totul e fals.
vreau sa mor un pic,vreau sa mor un pic.

Friday, November 03, 2006


yet another movie

i just saw 'American Beauty'. it's just what i needed- a twisted bitter-sweet film. 'American Beauty' is, of course, a movie about Beauty.the whole thing is describing what the character played by Kevin Spacey sees while dying,not his whole life, just the late happenings and those random beautiful things we love about the ones we care.one of the things he then remembers is his grandmother's paper resembling skin. the whole film is fascinating,the characters,the lines,the actors,the red blood hue which appears throughout the film (like an offence to the dull reality or like an illomen).
this are Lester's last toughts:
'it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure... but don't worry...You will someday.'


vorbeste vinul...


cui ii pasa?nou nu. luati,cititi,idiotenii in stil avangardist. adica faze dispersate.
spargeai si apa,varsai si paharul, ar fi fost chiar tragic...while headbanging and pogo-ing on.
paine,salam,ciocolata si ...viiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Tudor nu se insela,era chiar Murfatlar roshu demidulce. si a fost la locul si momentul potrivit.apropo,de muzici,parafraza la o melodie Nirvana :'pustoaico,can you feel my love buzz?' si bestialzare,bestializare! tavalire pe covor,lovit de pereti,lovit intre noi,ras nemotivat.ras eliberator.
-'bah,cica pe mine ma asteapta cultura,uite aici istoria religiilor si les dossiers de la science' (despre particulele elementare,deci si depre quarci)
- 'oh,nu, cdul meu cu cuntica!' ras,si doua cduri pe covor.
-'vin is everywhere'
-'tu ce inaltime ai?'
-'m-am cantarit si am 1,70.'
ne cerem scuze ca ne cerem scuze.
si mai erau niste chestii de scris da' nu le mai tin minte...hmmm,poate si le aduce aminte fiend.sunt destul de memorabile...spre deosebire de altceva.ceva ce nu stiu si deci nu pot tine minte si deci nu pot spune nimanui.anyway,chiar daca as stii...am o memorie proasta...nici nu stiu ce nu ar trebui sa stiu. dar poate ca altcineva ar trebui sa stie tocmai pentru ca nu se stie niciodata si mai ales pentru ca nu exista motive,adica avem noi nevoie de motive?!totul este atat de nemotivat.si uneori mult prea ne-motivant.
cu toate acestea trebuie sa amintesc aceste doua versuri a caror frumusete frusta ma ...aaa... impresioneaza sau asa...
So many secrets I couldn't keep
One more promise I couldn't keep
but,i don't remember any secret at all so... nothing to worry folks...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


protestam,protestam! vrem cultura,nu vrem dictatura!
scatterbrain

mi s-au intamplat cateva lucruri surprinzatoare,unele chiar stranii dar nu m-au surprins. nu pot reactiona.nimic nu ma surprinde. uneori e straniu sa ii vezi pe ceilalti mirandu-se,sa vezi uimirea pe fata lor si sa nu intelegi ce-i asa uimitor? astazi m-a impresionat o chestie. asculta fratele meu Bitza. versurile parca m-au traznit :
'Nici tu nu te cunosti
Candva vei fi surprins de tine'
de acum nu voi mai face misto de Red cand asculta Bitza.