Saturday, April 28, 2007

(im)polite society

Polite and mannerly imply consideration for others and the adherence to conventional social standards of good behavior - errrrrr yeah... and i'm against it!
in order to make my point i'll just describe this really frustrating thing that happened today (and happens quite a lot especially when older people are involved).
i was just about to live and this lady says to me 'would you like some cake?'
i sayz: 'no,thank you. i gotta go'
'are you sure?' she insists
'yes,i really have to go' i smile politely and rage inside myself because i just hate this kind of things
i look at it and think: 'great, this fukin' looks horrible but i'm obliged to eat it because otherwise i would look disrespectful. fukin' stupid society!'... it's not like a want to be considered a polite person just that people are so stupid that they feel offended when you refuse their stupid cakes, when you do not want to stay for dinner, when you do not 'talk' with their 2 months old baby and shit like that. why do they have do feel offended by unoffensive shit like this?! it totally lack's logic. it's so damn stupid. and i hate myself for alwayz doing this polite crap AGAINST MY WILL. in the end where is the fuckin consideration for the others when these rules of politeness make you do things agaist your will and eat bad cakes that make you feel sick?
and that woman waz so fuckin proud of her stupid awful cake! geez! 'i bring you cake' she said, her voice full with admiration for her work that you would of thought that instead of 'cake' she said 'mona lisa' or something!

protege moi

iata un cantec care imi place foarte mult. versurile spun totul...

C'est le malaise du moment
L'épidémie qui s'étend
La fête est finie on descend
Les pensées qui glacent la raison
Paupières baissées, visage gris
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit
On ouvre le loquet de la grille
Du taudis qu'on appelle maison
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
Protège-moi, protège-moi {x4}
Sommes nous les jouets du destin
Souviens toi des moments divins
Planants, éclatés au matin
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls
Perdus les rêves de s'aimer
Le temps où on avait rien fait
Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer
Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me
Protect me
Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me from what I want (Protège-moi, protège-moi)
Protect me
Protect me
Protège-moi, protège-moi {x2}
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect meProtect me{x3


Thursday, April 26, 2007



Tuesday, April 24, 2007

favorite joke

sunt sigura ca nu sunt multi care stiu 'gluma' asta:
- exista doua categorii de oameni care fac ceea ce le place si primesc si bani pentru asta.
- care?
- oamenii de stiinta si prostituatele.
eu o stiu de la stephen hawking (prof de mate la oxford sau cambridge)


... so sweet!!!!!!!!
but it's wrong!!!!!!!
i never say 'no' to wrong!
...not even when wrong says 'no' to me!

Sunday, April 22, 2007


i'm happy,maybe just dumb....
hahaha, never tell me to do something crazy cuz i'll sure do it. i mean i do crazy things without people tellin me that but when they say it like' 'yeah, you just do ... like yeah,that's the answer... (or not...)' ' and i'm like mmm,maybe it's not such ai wrong advice so i'm doing it...whatever it may be... it don't matter as long as it is mad:D unfortunately me never did something so wrong to brag about on this here blog... but anytimes i will i iz gonna put it here.
in alta ordine de idei: i wish, i wish that somehtign would happen...!' but nattin ever happens just because i wish so, damn hard luck! i just gotta put some work in it, whatever it iz... and i hate work, but i'm alwayz ready to make things funny, 'work' too! wicked iz againd the word...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


and we sink and we drown; some drink their own downfall others just sink slowly, get swollen faces and wrinkles and keep up the good work.
some are down boys and girls others think they're just losers. but the others don't know that you never win. no one ever really wins. we all lose sooner or later. but some just don't give a damn. they have the answer. it's like that thing with the fish... the fish is muet - he ain't got nothing to say and nothing to think BECAUSE HE JUST KNOWS IT ALL!
to the last drop, to the bottom of the bottle, the bottom of the bottom; till the last neuron - to the end!
unsober is always better.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

them bastards!

i just wanted to wear my tartan bermuda shorts.but nooooooo! it ''wouldn't have been proper'' for a park going out with the mates. so i went and changed into something ''normal''.i go and take some yellow pants, put on a stripes t-shirt, some white shoes on which i wrote with a black marker things like 'disobey'... '2+2=5'...'creep'...' i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war'...hippie stuff :P put my leather jaket on too cuz it's not that hot and the cap on one year - and only now i looked normal. i looked so normal that the all the other normal people in the park were staring at me while i passed them by.
yeah. just ask me to go and change my outfit with a more normal one. JUST DO IT!
my friend said i looked like a 'weirdo&unusual'. which is hmmm just a little part of the whole. the deal is that i was looking totally un-a-fuckin-tractive. maybe a bit crazy...and quite dangerous at least that is what 'a normal' average person would have thought - it was written allover their stupid faces:P
in this fuckin circumstances a fuckin guy in the bus was like fuckin looking at me like some horny animal. and he was fuckin' making obscene gestures that only i could see because he was like in front of me and only i could see them. and the bastard had the guts to look me straight in the eyes in an inquiring way something like 'you look like you do yeah?' thank the all mighty spaghetti monster that the fukin jerk got off before i did. i wonder, had i been wearing a skirt how would things have gone??!?!?!?!?!?!?

Friday, April 13, 2007


and you want to die ; and you don’t want to die. and you want it and you don’t want it; and you’re there yet you’re eat a sandwich and you write this. while you eat two sandwiches you write this. and you listen to those punk songs mixed with pink floyd and scorpions. yeah, you’ve finally discovered scorpions. scorpions good.danke Iulia! and yeah....him....not the band for pete’s sake! just some cocoa...and some fukin' suicide toughts...yeah...suicide toughts are forever, aren't they? just can't get loose of them,can you? who could considering the same fuckin shitty situation? eh...maybe you could...

Thursday, April 12, 2007

i'm happy...maybe just dumb

sunt o ipocrita.bucuria asta e una ma vezi? sunt hiper, debordez de fericire. - e doar aparenta, o chestie de suprafata.dar nu o pot opri, nu o pot controla. bucuria asta se poate procura usor. nu trebuie decat sa nu te gandesti. te uiti la cer si gata.bei o bere si gata.dar cand sunt singura... si bucuria dispare - pentru ca e doar o chestie de suprafata.
daca ma intalnesti,ai sa spui ca sunt fericita,ca gandesc pozitiv,te-as putea chiar inveseli. dar eu nu sunt asa. si chiar nu stiu de ce de vreo saptamana sunt atat de exuberanta...
''astazi sunt fericit,
astazi nu se intampla iarasi nimic,
astazi am sa dorm si-am sa tac.
astazi rad - nemotivat''
nu-i asa?


post scriptum la postul lipsit de coerenta: economisiti energia, incercati sa va reduceti consumul de plastic, plantati niste iarba/flori/copacei/coada - soricelului - orice! si simtiti natura, bucurativa de cer, stele si tot asa! stiu ca suna ca dracu' (si nu, nu e un cliseu! ), dar ce-ar fi sa incerci pur si simplu?
acesta este un cliseu: ''Pamantul acesta nu este al stramosilor nostri, nu este al nostru si nici al copiilor nostri - este al copiilor copiilor nostri.'' amerindienii aia nu erau chiar atat de prosti chiar daca s-au lasat cumparati cu margele colorate si alcool ieftin...

coerentza nu e totul!

e cam trist sa descoperi ca emotiile tale depind in proportie de 98% de vreme. dap, personalitate usor influentabila - de conditiile meteorologice! nu-i asa ca suna haios? faza e ca,uneori, in zilele insorite de primavara ca asta cand verdele e atat de viu si copacii sunt inca infloriti eu nu mai sunt atat de atee. nu ca as crede in dumnezeu, dar parca devin ... panteista. [cand vremea e naspa sunt nihilista,antisociala si tot asa, acum,nu! ... nu chiar]

panteismul mi se pare cea mai tare religie! in primul rand nu e o forma organizata si nu implica ritualuri sinistre, jertfe si alte porcarii. panteismul nu te obliga la nimic, dar nu poti fi panteist daca nu simti. despre asta e vorba in panteism despre o comuniune cu natura (suna ca draq...). sa simti viata pulsand in jurul tau si si te bucuri de tot, asa in ansamblu. sa simti cu toti cuarcii tai si sa simti toti cuarcii din jur. (da,am o obsesie cu particulele elementare si in special cu cuarcii :D ). panteisti nu erau violenti, se poate spune ca ei au fost stramosii hippiotilor,dar cred ca un adevarat panteist ar fi devenit un fioros terorist intr-o lume ca cea de astazi in care in loc de iarba verde avem ciment gri, tot mai mult ciment gri si plastic cat cuprinde. ai vazut noile parcuri de cartier, cele pentru copii? cu leagan, topogan si asa mai departe - plastic si fier - nimic natural, fara copaci si cu nisip in loc de iarba. oamenii astia chiar nu stiu ca pana si copilasii 'mai au nevoie si de iarba'?!

la naiba, e frustrant, civilizatia o duce inainte cu tehnica si invers proportional cu umanismul. progresul si iar progresul! occidentalii astia!acum toata planeta se conduce dupa filosofia occidentala capitalista si obsedata de progres. dar n u observa nimeni ca progresul acesta se limiteaza la tehnica si ca lucrurile devin din ce in ce mai restrictive, iar noi suntem tot mai limitati, monitorizati,controlati? prea putini oameni mai simt astazi natura pe ei si pe ceilalti. pacat ca n u e clar pentru toti ca avem nevoie de mai mult albastru (adica cer), de mai mult verde, de flori parfumate ( n u de porcariile maked -up de la florarie care put a chimicale) si de mirosul de iarba - nu de carburant!

Sunday, April 01, 2007

postul 100

in postul anterior ziceam ca ma duc la Buzau la un concert Tiarra. tzeapa ca era de fapt Old News! da' a fost haios cand l-am vazut pe Tudor la masa cu colegii lui de trupa din Old News si n u Tiarra si am l-am intrebat 'Ba, da' tu nu trebuia sa canti cu Tiarra?' banuiesc ca se ma intampla... oricum, concert BUN! (once, again John has such an impressive voice!) dansat p-acolo cu Andreea, cu Tudor, cu podeaua de vreo 3 ori printre altele ... eh, important e ca am supravietuit si am ajuns si la bunicii. de acolo am scapat ca prin urechile acului dupa indopatul traditional si cateii care te ling pe fata ca sa te trezesti dimineata. si astfel ne-am intors in gara din Buzau, am luat un personal din-ala cu 'etaj' . in tren lucrurile au revenit la (a)normal. canapele.fotolii.fiend,fiend!

ps: in clubul unde s-a tinut concertul erau tablouri cu Nichita Stanescu toate in culori calde, chair aprinse, foarte mult rosu.rrrrrrr:D