eroarea mea, eroarea ta, eroarea lui (descartes)

things change. chestia e ca de cele mai multe ori schimbarea apare dupa ce am citit o carte / am ascultat o anumita melodie / am vazut un oarecare film / am fost martora la o scena banala in tramvai sau pe strada.

postul asta o sa fie despre o carte. a very mind blowing one. o carte pe care poate mai bine nu o citeam. nu pot sa zic ca 'mi-a lasat un gust amar', expresia e mult prea inadecvata situatiei, ce pot sa zic e ca mi-a deschis prea mult ochii. [cum bine zicea un scriitor cand nu-ti bati capul sa-ti analizezi situatia poti fi chiar foarte multumit de tine]

cartea pe care nu v-o recomand se numeste 'Eroarea lui Descartes' scrisa de neorologul Antonio Damasio. subiectele cartii sunt emotiile,ratiunea si creierul uman. cartea te poate plictisi pe alocuri,si da,recunosc,chiar nu am stat sa inteleg localizarea functiilor specifice sau alte chestii care erau foarte...mmm...'neurobiologice' DAR dupa ce treci de jumatatea cartii si tipul incepe sa-ti spuna exact care sunt implicatiile cercetarilor sale nu prea iti mai vine sa lasi cartea jos din mana!

care e mesajul cartii? ei bine, stiti citatul acela jmecher 'cogito,ergo sum'? mie imi placea mult. dar e o prostie. e impotriva firii. fiinta e inaintea spiritului.fiinta e conditia de existenta a spiritului. nu exista tampenie mai mare decat ideea asta ca exista un spirit independent,sau ca sufletul supravietuieste corpului! ideile acelea atat de crestine despre 'infranarea pornirilor trupesti pentru accentuarea calitatilor spiritului' - well,that must be the holiest crap ever. emotii,ratiune,trup,creier - nu le poti separa. they go together.
si nu poti spune nici ca toate chestiile se petrec in creier, pentru ca defapt 'toate chestiile' se petrec in tine,in corpul tau luat ca un intreg. ideea ca un creier lipsit de corp si mentinut in viata artificial poate genera o minte normala este aberanta. mintea nu consta doar in ganduri, iar gandurile alea sunt oricum generate de tot ceea ce se petrece in jurul tau,de informatiile senzoriale care ajung sa fie interpretate de circuitele neurale, de senzatiile provenite de la organele interne. gandurile pe care le ai acum n-ar putea exista doar in creier. oricum ele nu au o localizare anume.
incerc sa rezum,dar nu gasesc cuvintele potrivite...

nu exista suflet. cel putin nu acel suflet din constiinta generala. acel sine nemuritor, subiect de discutie pentru atatia filosofi si preoti...
tu si corpul tau sunteti una si aceeasi persoana.nu puteti fi despartiti. e drept ca mintea poate sa-ti ''moara'' inaintea trupului - daca luam in considerare cazurile de coma,cand trupul este mentinut in viata artificial...

deja aberez...ma doboara somnul...

ideea e ca acum imi analizez propriile reactii mult mai mult dar si pe cele ale oamenilor din jur. (inevitabil mi-a trecut prin cap si chestia urmatoare: 'suntem prieteni, normal - e avantajos pentru supravietuirea amandorura and there's nothing inbetween')
desi Damasio tot zice pe parcursul cartii ca o astfel de viziune organica a mintii si sentimentelor nu trebuie sa ne strice imaginea aceea poetica despre om, nu vad cum ar putea sa nu o faca. in fond asta suntem,mintea noastra e strict organica,sentimentele noastre la fel. de aceea in momentul acesta arta si realizarile umane in general mi se par atat de ciudate. extrem de ciudate. [intr-un fel, cu putina straduinta,ajung si eu sa vad ca Damasio,ca toata faza cu sentimentele organice nu trebuie neaparat sa insemne sfarsitul romantismului and shit like that ... ]

durere/placere. in final la asta se reduce tot ceea ce simtim. iar acestea nu sunt decat 'parghii pentru supravietuire'.

citat semnificativ: ''adevarul sentimentului (concordanta a ce fac si spun cu ce am in minte), intensitatea si frumusetea sentimentului nu sunt periclitate de constatarea ca supravietuirea, creierul si o educatie satisfacatoare sunt in buna parte motivele pentru care traim asemenea sentimente. acelasi lucru e valabil in mare masura si pentru altruism si liber arbitru. a intelege ca exista mecanisme bilogice in spatele celui mai sublim comportament uman nu duce la o reductie simplista la mecanismele neurobilogice.''

pentru ca zilele astea ploua...

Sunt un frate tanar, care crede in dreptate,
Am ochi negri dar am mainile curate.
Iubesc pletele si ploaia si camasile-nflorate,
Nu raspund cand mi se-arunca vorbe-n spate.

Un fapt fara importanta ma poate face sa sper,
Ma-nclin si pun in balanta ce-i sfant cu ce-i efemer.

Peste tot atarna greu
Teama de sinceritate...

Dar de cate ori, prieteni, n-am suras cu intristare
Cand sperantele pareau inselatoare.
Cand necinstea si prostia si-ascundeau prin gropi norocul,
Stiti de cate ori, prieteni, le-am prins jocul.

Ne-am saturat de palavre, de carti si filme de soc,
Cu vampe, regi si cadavre, cu stele de iarmaroc.

Ploaia care va veni
Le va potopi pe toate.

Ni-e lehamite de marsuri, de tromboane si plocoane,
De blazoane, de canoane si fasoane.
Fiindca banul si prostia sunt pericole morale
Circul vietii ne-a impus salturi mortale.

Deasupra florilor noastre ciuperca cheama a pustiu,
Din cer cad pasari albastre si totusi nu e prea tarziu.

Ploaia care va veni
Le va potopi pe toate.
Sa-ncercam sa facem noi
Un oras fara pacate.

Ploaia care va veni
Le va potopi pe toate. [ 'Ploaia care va veni' - Pasarea colibri ]

Enrique Bunbury - Alicia

melodia asta e geniala iar vara trecuta,pe vremea asta, numai asta ascultam.la un moment dat ajunsesem sa stiu sa o cant la chitara...
PS. live suna mai bine

versurile sunt urmatoarele(nici eu nu stiu spaniola,dar chiar nu e greu de inteles):

Alicia sortilegio de babia
en el fondo del espejo.
Alicia ni supone ni piensa,
con la luna por cerebro.

Alicia en su pensamiento
tirando del hilo de su enredo.
Alicia en el laberinto
sin minotauro me llama: ¡Teseo!

Alicia es siempre tan breve
que ya ha terminado.
Alicia dice que te quiere
cuando ya te ha abandonado.

Alicia expulsada...
al país de las maravillas.
Para Alicia hoy...
es siempre todavía.

Alicia, viajando entre lunas,
de charla con musarañas.
Alicia tejiendo las nubes
con tela que nunca se acaba.

Alicia es siempre tan breve
que ya ha terminado
Alicia dice que te quiere
cuando ya te ha abandonado.

Alicia expulsada...
al país de las maravillas.

not that punk

they say i don't look like punks do. well,shit. there's so many out there looking like punks and all that's to say about them is they're fuckin' pooooooooseeeeeeeers! so, if i don't look punk, well, i don't really care. i have this really cute anarchy neck chain (multi din vama ar fi vrut sa aiba la fel :D ) and that's enough when it comes to looks. cuz, what really matters lies inside !

cAe

toata lumea face meditatii. pentru una, pentru alta. eu nu. o sa fac pentru arhitectura dar asta deja e alta poveste - a different league. faza e ca sunt o multime care fac meditatii si isi fac din asta un simbol al mandriei. ca ce chestie habar n-am. dar am tot auzit faze de genul 'eu am facut asta deja la meditatii,si STIUUU' - stii pe dracu! tot un bou esti si o sa iei mai putin decat mine indiferent cat de multe meditatii au pompat ai tai in fundul tau chiar daca eu sunt pe jumatate mahmura! zic asta dupa ce (aplauze,va rog) am luat A la Cae FARA sa invat mai nimic,si fara sa fac pe diva meditatiilor sau a exercitiilor.faza e ca eu am luat mereu mai putin pe teme si alte vrajeli (DESI mai mereu veneam cu o abordare diferita si interesanta spre deosebire de colegii mei). no ten for me at inglish, no,no,no. ba mai mult,spre deosebire de altii cu C, am avut si 4 (chiar la CAE,daca nu ma inseala memoria) si iata! daps,profa mea o sa zica 'vezi,ti-a prins bine acel 4; te-ai invatat minte!' my arse it did! dupa ce mi-a dat 8 sau 9 pentru un portofoliu prea complet deja am inteles cum sta treaba. nu e niciodata vorba de tine si de cunostintele tale ci de cat de pupincurist sau 'simpatic' ejti. io nu-s :D uite ca mai sunt situatii cand se poate obtine o evaluare obiectiva. din pacate e facuta de calculatoare engleze nu de oameni ... si eu care eram anti-technologie... dar asta nu inseamna ca mi-am pierdut speranta in specia umana. vreo 2% inca mai au increderea mea.

Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

cu cantecul asta m-am trezit eu in cap dimineata asta. credeam ca-l canta bowling for soup. ce poate fi mai sweet decat sa ti se spuna asta:

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday - don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
like you

PS. pt fanii Maiden. in august,ceva gen 24-25, vine Bruce Dickenson in Romania. tipu e pilot si vine ca sa participe la o competitie aeronautica internationala care se va tine pe plaja din Mamaia.pretty cool,huh?

zambetul tau nu e ca zambetul meu

ce bine ca nu putem sa ne auzim gandurile unii altora ...

instantanee

N.S.

viata e scurta iar el nu regreta trecutul si nici nu viseaza la viitor. prezentul e totul pentru el.

i believe in miracles

ascult dead kennedys ca sa-mi aduc aminte de mare.
mi-am pastrat nisip in tenesi ca sa-mi aduca aminte de mare.
nu-mi mai spal un timp tricoul cu ramones ca sa-mi aduca aminte de mare.
azi am purtat tricoul cu ramones ca sa-mi aduca aminte de mare. era doar purtat,nu murdar.
stau prin casa in costum de baie ca sa-mi aduca aminte de mare.
nu ma mai despart de lantisorul cu A de la Anarchy ca sa-m i aduca aminte de mare.

****** ***************************** ******** ********** **

that's just me. one crazy punk ass kid with some really bad brain. but i don't care.

the loser

so i'm the loser?
don't really think so. but as you wish, i can reconsider the matter. but that won't make you happier
cuz YOU'RE THE LOSER!

punk punk

cand m-am intors ieri de la mare tot drumul m-am simtit mai mult decat un punk. m-am simtit ca un punk punk, adica punk in ambele sensuri ale cuvantului. i needed a shower, was full sand, phoneless, i lost or got my sid vicious badge stolen again and was in deep need of sleep. well,train is like hell these days but no more than hoem is. ... 'home' cica inseamna the place in which one's domestic affections are centered sau any place of residence or refuge. hehe, home is no refuge for me - i need to get refuge from 'home'. but fuck that! i'm really considering the homeless status right now cuz i don't think it can get any worse. death is not such a tragic perspective after all. we are all gonna die sooner or later. and sooner is better cuz it means you're younger than later and thus you're not a stinkin old person. old people suck, one way or the other. they lack principles that's for sure. the older you get the more you lose your principles and honesty and dignity - cuz where's the self-respect when you're a sick bastard - sick body, sick mind?! there's none. so die young, no regrets no complains about your health and shit. but before you die don't forget to live to the full.

drink drank

banging my head against the walls
feels just like getting drunk
mixed some zuzu with some stejar
feels just like getting drunk
banging my head against the walls
feels better than anything else
bang my head against the wall
punishment for YOUR freakin soul
banged my head once more
another thousand brain cell dead -
not that i care.

sea side

finally! we're going to the sea side together! we're gonna be one freaky group: 3 fiends, one gay and an insect obsessed doomster - imagine that!!! kinda hard to imagine, but that's us! of course , we only take the one and a half men with us to carry our bags and shit. i'm kiddin'. or not. anywayz,regardless of the boys, we're gonna get like sooo drunk! it's our dream since little kids to be 3 drunk fiends lying on the shore surrounded by lots of empty bottles of booze after dancing like mad the whole night. we're all,so looking forward for this trip. yesterday, we were drinking for this in jack after we went and bought our train tickets.can't wait. it's a day and 5 hours away...
it's gonna be one hell of a trip! it has to!
THE THREE FIENDS!

something hot/fresh

attention please, i bring to you the blog of a musician philosopher http://nothingtodowithwhatyouthink.blogspot.com/2007/07/pains-of-sleep_17.html he signs as Hermine Dirt (that's obviously related to a novel called Steppenwolf).
maybe i used too fancy words: philosopher, that thing in german and all, but just read his blog. you probably won't understand what's in there BUT what is there to understand? nothing! so read it, wash a little of that brainwash of yours,listen to his songs (they're on the site too) and well, enjoy!

i was at this concert yesterday. really cool one.derrrrrr! the bands did their job pretty well. of course, the one i really fuckin liked most was la plebe. oi,oi, to la plebe! i think their show was the best, with the trumpets and all that.

the thing is, i was alone at a concert, and this didn't quite happened in the last 2 years. but it was pretty fun on my on. i saw some guys i knew, met some others. well, there was this really friendly dude i was talking and well after strike anywhere we got mixed in the crowd and afterwards i couldn't find him.don't know why he left so early, though i have a hunch... and i really,really feel sorry for this 'cause i so fuckin wanted to see the guy again! we said we'll meet again and talk , but how do that now when i don't have no adress,no phone number. damn! stupid me. it would've been so cool if he'd stayed for the after-concert dancing. those dances were so bloody good.i danced like a maniac. kind of acted like a maniac the whole time... this kind of night was just what i needed! fun,fun,fun. and a pack full of cigarettes - but that's just the bad part, don't know how i fuckin managed to smoke it all in just a few hours. i'm not even a fuckin smoker.

anywhay, George,if you read this, though you most probably won't, leave a comment and we'll see each other again.

*if he doesn't read this, i bet we'll meet at the NOFX concert anyway.haha!

this is beyond dumb

deci ieri s-a intamplat o chestie pe cat de incredibila pe atat de ciudata/stupida. 3 oameni astptau in aceeasi statie ca ceilalti sa vina. numai ca oamenii astia se asteptau intre ei. si s-au asteptat vreo ora. si nu s-au intalnit. eu si un prieten asteptam o prietena (ea n-are mobil,si poate ca asta a fost un factor foarte important in toata povestea), iar ea evident, ne astepta pe noi.eram in aceeasi statie,despartiti de un chiosc de ziare si poate de o alta dimensiune ca altfel nu-mi explic. cand am vorbit la telefon dupa toata faza fiecare tipa la celalalt 'bah,nu erai acolo si te-am asteptat aproape o ora' - 'ba nu! eu te-am asteptat aproape o ora si nu erai acolo'.
in alta ordine de idei cred ca am fi candidatii ideali pentru a intra in cartea recordurilor la categoria 'dumbest motherfuckers ever'. bineinteles cu stricta referire la faza asta, pentru ca in rest noi suntem foarte inteligenti.mai ales eu. ma rog, poate mai ales iulia ca are iq-ul mai mare,cica.

a long way down

i'm reading this awesome book about four sucidals. it's called 'A long way down' and it's written by this guy Nick Hornby. first this kind of reading is not what i would call 'literature', but then again, it seems to myself they kind of stopped making that a while ago ... it's human, though, not symphatetic - they way the book is written, i mean. it's like the cruel bitting reallity that everyone is facing and needs no more symphaty than you and me need cuz it's like there's always some kind of shit out there for each and every single one of us. it's a mundane situation.
suicide itself is kind of mundane.or at least should. i mean, this Maureen charecter, who is the mother of a 20 years old veggetable son, her life was a complite waste of tiem. she never had fun and then she ended up with a vegetable son on top of that all. all she had was curch! geez, ain't that totally fucked up?! and it's like at a point in the book she realises that she 'liked to think about Cosmic Tony (an invention) much more than she liked thinking about god' - and she was like 120% christian. it like church was her only comfort. and church was punishment. so her comfort was punishment. ain't that what anyone needs when they're felling down? punishment! for fuck's sake, how can people become crestini without not being total cretini?!huh?!
anyway,christianism wasn't the point here...
it's how JJ put it at the beginning. 'suicide wasn't invented for people like that'.suicide is somehow 'kewl'. ken? as he said it's something guys like Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath and Kurt Cobain (although he didn't!) do.' you know, people with sensitive nature'. that is people we kind of look up to - the irony!
the deal is that so many people live their lives basically because nothing killed them yet. they don't live for something - they just don't die, it's quite simple. but is so dumb. just consider things this way: most of the people are chronically unhappy or chronically living shitty lives. and it's like what's the point? they sould all comit sucide and put an end to their misery. it's not cowardly to do it when you know for sure there's nothing for you out there. i mean that thing with 'do nature a favour: kill yourself!' is not just a phrase, it's pretty damn reasonable.
think about what people do to nature, to the poor animals, and on top of it all they're not even happy!(how could they when they're destroying the basis of their own life on this planet...but that's a different matter already...blah) selfish bastards that we are! - destroying everything around us for our selfish NEEDS, more like UNNECESARY WANTS, and gaining nothing than stress,polution, plastic, food that contains basically the same shit that our detergents and shampoo are.straight face.
this was supposed to be about suicide. somehow it all comes to the polution these days. the cause must be this bloody unnatural temperatures.

Bad Religion - Broken

i can't win look at the trouble i'm in

old,bored

i just don't wanna die old. i wanna die young. old people give me the chills. i'm serious, i look at them, pity them - i see myself as old.
it's just pointless. why live when you're old? no fun - if you ask me. old, pains allover your body, you're ugly no matter what, your mind is going to the fish - what the fuck?! arrgh. yeah...
emmm, except for the concerts and the drinking i just don't see anything worth living for. i mean, it's so, so pointless, nothing really ther. the reason for living? there's no such thing! - except for those who think that bringing more brats onto this planet is a good thing :

a dying wish

it's not like i wish to die... it's just that i;m tired of all this hell. it's... honestly i've done nothing wrong, i didn't even chose to be here. if you would've asked me i would've said 'no', 'no,i don't wanna get born'. what for?! there's no reason to get born at all. no reason at all.what for,dude? you can't ever trust no one. not even yourself. can't relly on anybody, anybody whatsoever. it's fucked-up, but this is how it really is - FUCKED UP.
or maybe it's just me. the ever-most-unlucky-person! yeah. a real jinx.
this is not emo. nothing like it. emo is shit for those who can't fell a thing - not even pain - and they need to fake pain too. i just don't need to fake a thing. it's already here. maybe it always has. but i was pawerful enought to ignore it, to pass it by.i will probably always be powerful enopugh to get over this shit... BUT i'm not made of stone. it still hurts. it always will. fucked up. pure mess.chaos.
they bet i won't amount to nothing. and,well... i'm just tired to disagree. fuck'em. let it be the way they want it. will it make them happy?

huh?!

look what last fm wiki says about Rise Against:'Some members of Rise Against are straight edge and all are vegetarian. ' all right, the part with being vegetarians won my admiration BUT being 'straight edge'?! that's so, so... un-punk,oh my brothers! it was a shock.

oblivious,my dear

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their suffering will never end. and they don't mind.

my suffering will never end. in ultima vreme pare sa fie la moda sa-ti 'traiesti' viata dupa o astfel de deviza. multi cred cu sinceritate in suferinta lor. altii poate sunt constienti ca se mint singuri dar plictiseala si mediocritatea au fost intotdeauna mai uncul - spre deosebire de suferinta. adica,ganditi-va la evul mediu, atunci suferinta era sentimentul suprem, sentimentul cel mai pur si,ca sa ma exprim asa, cel mai placut in ochii domnului ( insert laughing here). dar,acum dupa sute de ani, oamenii deja nu mai iau in serios crestinismul si exaltarea suferintei. dar se gasesc,cei despre care ziceam la inceput. frate,e revoltator. persoanele in cauza se cred foarte sensibile. mai mult chiar, ii considera pe cei care nu 'sufera' la fel de mult ca fiind insensibili. da,asta asa e. trebuie sa te consolezi in suferinta si sa te adancesti in ea. daca incerci sa treci peste, sa fii puternic si demn fara sa arati 'suferinta', inseamna ca nu ai inima.nu, nu ai inima. oamenii care simt cu adevarat sufera enorm, sufera tot timpul. sufera. si eventual au o pasiune morbida pentru roz. ow,and did i mention,how they just love exaggerating about their sufferrrrring?!?!
[evadare in suferinta? prostie curata. astia sunt mai rau decat iov...cel putin ala chiar suferea]

ps: my suffering will never end either

Kill all your frinds

Well you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what're you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain't through with you.
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I'm shocked at what you're capable of.
And if this is a coronation,I ain't feeling the love.
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
You'll never take me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,'Cause I'm still here.
You'll never get me alive.
You'll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never take me alive.
You'll never get me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I'm still here.
You'll never get me.(Get me!)
You'll never take me.(Take me!)
You'll never get me alive.
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing Your face 'round here.
And you're walking away, and I will drown in the fear.

destined for nothing

we revolt against them. against the ugliness,the filthiness,against the injustice and against what our world has become and had been from its very beginning. but why? i mean i will always stand against all this injustice, against the ignorance and pure stupidity but without this we would never have their opposites. it's a fucked up world but would i want t o live i n a perfect world? NO. the world of shinny happy people sounds like hell to me. heaven sounds like hell. because it's boring. nothing changes in heaven and in a perfect world all people are the same. you don't have beauty in a perfect world because it's everywhere. and by definition, BEAUTY IS RARE. what i'm saying is that we need contrast. we need good and evil, together. and i'm not saying we need them in equal portion.look at things this way: if you wouldn't have injustice what would you fight for? you wouldn't. the term wouldn't exist.it's so strange to me right now because i HATE all these things and this unfair world, but at the same time i realise that it would be boring otherwise. it's fuckin frustrating.

but still, things are going from worse to worse and although i share the opinion stated above i think (somehow,this came into my mind as an end to this sentence: 'i think that i would die' - a Hole song) that oh, i think that i don't like it! i mean,imperfection is fine by me, but it's like the purpose of this world is imperfection itself. it looks like fighting is a waste of time. like we're destined for nothing.

i'll try to state this short. the world is fucked up. it's better to live in a fucked up world than in a perfect little world. but what if the world is TOO FUCKED UP?!

what if there's really nothing out there? nothig worth living for?

i asked a fiend today while we where lunching:

'dude, if you see life this way why are you living still? why don't you go and trow yourself off the balcony right now?'

'because that would hurt' she answered

'AND THAT IS YOUR ONLY REASON?!'

'the main reason' and i couldn't get anything more from her.

Bowling for Soup - High School Never Ends

your high school days are over. maybe you're a bit sad, a bit nostalgic, a bit mature... oh,but don't worry because HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS!

random facts

intotdeauna poti fi inteles gresit. de aceea voi explica ce inteleg eu prin formula 'Smile! no future for me and you!' nu e ironie, nu e sarcasm,nu e niciun apropo mascat - asa vad eu lucrurile: e o pierdere de timp si de prezent sa te gandesti la viitor. mai ales ca viitorul e intotdeuna mai naspa. 1.pentru ca automat vei fi mai batran iar planeta mai poluata si 2. cel mai probabil vei deveni mai matur - si n u exista cuvant mai plictisitor decat 'matur' ( englezescul DULL parca spune mai multe). si da, e de la sex pistols citire:D si nu, nu e o perspectiva negativista. e una foarte pozitiva si realista totodata pentru ca faza cu 'smile' nu e la misto,e cat se poate de serioasa. ceva gen: 'zambeste, frate, acum cat mai poti ca nu poti stii niciodata ce iti va aduce ziua de maine. bucura-te de magia momentului (chestia asta siropoasa am auzit-o intr-un film) bla-bla!'

lupta cu inertia

*atentie! lipsa de coerenta acuta cauzata de revolta pe care mi-o provoaca subiectul!
**postul este dedicat unei persoane speciale, foarte dragi mie.

anterior ridicam adolescenta in slavi pentru eroismul ai si asa mai departe. repet,nu hiperbolizam,dar poate ca am generalizat prea mult.nu toti adolescentii sunt asa. unii par gata invinsi. corupti. al naibii de plictisiti, dar niciodata prea dornici sa schimbe ceva cu mana lor. sunt prea... comozi...
dap.adolescentii aia care afirma cu madrie ca activitatea lor preferata e, tadam!: somnul!!! da, chiar acel moment in care toate functiile sunt incetinite,iar activitatea craniana e si ea incetinita. dap,deci practic hibernare. si daca nu e somnul atunci e televizorul - aceasta oaza de fericire si divertisment! aceasta oaza... aceasta oaza... da,intr-adevar, cam asta zic si pensionarii trecuti de 60 de ani. 'maica,mie imi place televizorul, la varsta mea... esti singur, nu mai iesi din casa ca nu te mai tin oasele etc.'
mai e si calculatorul,acest acaparator de timp,unealta magica,foarte utila,dar tot odata amagitoare si gata sa te fure din lumea reala... recunosc si pe mine ma cam fura calculatorul DAR n-as renunta la prietenii mei sau la alte chestii importante pentru el. e stupid.
dar,poate unul din cele mai practicate sporturi printre adolescentii in cauza este STATUL. stiu, e incredibil cum la 17 ani, unii nu gasesc ceva mai bun decat sa stea, sa nu faca nimic. palcerea vegetatului. hmmm,totusi...poate ca ii judec prea aspru...hmmm,poate ca oamenii defapt incearca sa atinga alte sfere si sa intre intr-o comuniune cu natura similara cu cea a plantelor. beats me! eu niciodata nu am inteles chestia cu statul. frate, fiecare secunda care trece, e moarta si e moarte. cum poti sa o lasi sa treaca ca si cum nu ar fi fost?! e revoltator. e ca si cum ti-ai arunca clipe pretioase la gunoi.
inertia.inertia e o tentatie, dar una care nu iti ofera nimic decat nemiscare. da, esti in siguranta acasa, in patul tau, cu sanwichurile si telecomanda langa tine, nimic n u te poate rani aici si peste 5 ani cand lucrurile or sa fie neschimbate si o sa te intrebi ce faceai acum 5 ani o sa-ti aduci aminte de filmul ala cu negri/troli/pudeli coafati la cel mai trendy cosmetique magasin din Paris bla-bla-bla si o sa spui ''o,da! chiar stiam sa ma distrez la 17 ani,man i was soooooo naughty! acum ma uit la chestii serioase pe reality tv si pe euforia: 'femeile adevarate poarta numai tocuri cui' sau 'cum sa arati bine la orice varsta' sau 'cine a zis ca super-mom nu poti fi chiar tu?' nu mai am timp de acele copilarii''. nu, nu glumesc si nu, nu sunt rea. doar ca oamenii astia in loc sa munceasca pentru descoperirea unui leac impotriva cancerului sau sa-si aduca contributia la salvarea planetei stau pe o canapea - PUNCT.
la 17 ani,cand lumea e practic a ta, tie ti-e lene sau n-ai chef sa intinzi mana si sa o iei in palma. e trist. dap, o alta replica foarte des intalnita la adolescenti e ca ei nu fac nimic pentru ca nu au chef. oamenii se respecta, cum se expriam unii. dar oare asa e? ce fel de respect de sine are o persoana care niciodata n-are chef de 'selfimprovement' (chiar nu-mi vine cuvantul in romana...)
si care in general se teme de schimbare?
genul ala de adolescenti de care trebuie sa te rogi ca sa vina la un concert sau la un festival si care tot timpul zic :' da,dar azi vroiam sa stau acasa, n u am chef de concerte...' pentru ca apoi sa afirme extaziati ca a fost bestial la concert, iar tu sa-i privesti plictisit stiind ca jumatate din energia folosita la concert ai irosit-o ducand munca de convingere.

in mod clar e o problema de atitudine si de perspectiva. o perspectiva limitata. o atitudine n u prea temerara. o lipsa de curaj si mai ales, o placere in inertie. o placere pe care nu mi-o pot explica pentru ca inertia nu-ti ofera nimic. absolut nimic. e o stare de negare. si e inutila, la un moment dat o sa realizezi ca viata a trecut pe langa tine si ca vorba celor cu reclama la Sprite : 'ai pierdut niste ocazii. niste super-ocazii...!

- mate, acum ca ai terminat de citit,nu ma blestema,nu te apuca sa-mi faci voodoo sau alte alea, ''stai chill'' si judeca la rece. la u n pahar de sange rece. pe caldurile astea se cere!

smile! no future for me and you

citesc si eu odata ziarul (mai exact Cotidianul ) si in mod evident dau peste chestii catastrofale: Zimbabwe e cu economia la pamant,oamenii de acolo s-au intors la troc pentru ca banii lor sunt mai putin valorosi decat hartia din care sunt facuti iar in timpul asta un psiholog american incearca sa distruga ideea de adolescent (titlul din ziar suna asa: 'Psihologii recomanda abolirea adolescentei' ).
despre problema din Africa nu stiu ce sa zic...dar parca Bono si prietenii tocmai sustinusera un alt concert Live Aid,ar putea sa-i ajute cu fonduri,nu? oricum problema e mai grava pentru ca tine de dictatura politica din acea tara, ah well,probabil ca or sa intervina americanii ca niste adevarati inger salvatori,or sa inlature guvernul tiranic pentru a-l inlocui cu unul sub tutela SUA si totul are sa fie frumos din nou.
ceea ce m-a iritat a fost articolul despre adolescenti. ce prostie mai mare decat sa distrugi acest vis frumos care este adolescenta?
in ziar se spune ca niciuna din cele 186 de civilizatii studiate de atropologi americani nu aveau conceptul de 'adolescenta' chestie care mi se pare putin cam indepartata de adevarul istoric cu care sunt familiara eu. in primul rand termenul vine din latina si era folosit cu acelasi inteles si in urma cu 2000 de ani. si cum ramane cu popoarele primitive la care ritualurile de initiere aveau loc in perioada adolescentei? adolescenta e o proba,un test. la finalul ei ar trebui sa ajungi la o concluzie.
mi se pare stupid ca respectivul psiholog ( si anume Robert Epstein) afirma ca adolescenta este o creatie superficiala a societatilor post-industriale care isi 'cocolosesc' tineretul mai mult decat este necesar. Robert Epstein : 'imaginati-va cum trupul si mintea iti spun ca esti adult, iar adultii o tin una si buna ca esti doar un copil' faza cu adolescentii e ca trupul si mintea iti spun ca esti mai presus de un adult - pentru ca adolescentul este un zeu. nu fac afirmatii hiperbolizante. doar ca asta-i varsta la care totul e posilbil. cand poti fi tot ceea ce vrei.CAND POTI MAI MULT DECAT ORICAND. este varsta devenirii. e ca o varsta in care tu ca individ esti o mare de celule stem; te poti transforma in orice.
probabil ca lipsa responsabilitatilor( de tipul familie,munca etc) este un factor care intretine aceasta senzatie de putere. dar ceea ce spune psihologul american este ca defapt adolescentii VOR sa aiba mai multe responsabilitati, ei ''VOR sa se poata casatori, sa aiba permisiunea de a porni o afacere si de a avea copii'. bullshit. sunt adolescenti care le fac oricum, numai ca ei sunt exceptiile si nu e in spiritul varstei sa iti doresti asa ceva, e chiar contrar. in fond,de ce sa iti doresti sa te maturizezi?! what gives?care sunt avantajele? doar pentru ca vrei sa fii luat in serios? luat in serios de catre cine? de o masa de oameni nemultumiti de suma de responsabilitati care ii impovareaza sau de cei care sunt multumiti si satisfacuti tocmai prin aceste responsabilitati? la naiba cu toate astea! multumit sau nemultumit, viata nu are niciun farmec daca faci parte dintr-o astfel de categorie.si oricum 'multumit' suna mult mai plictisitor decat 'nemultumit'.
tot in acest articol se spune ca inainte de era industriala adolescentii nu aveau un caracter atat de antisocial. anti-social - deci impotriva societatii. pai cum sa fi avut,frate, caracter antisocial in trecut cand nu aveau suficienta educatie ca sa stie ce-i aia societate? atunci lucrurile erau limitate la supravietuire. revoltele cu caracter antisocial apareau atunci cand nivelul de trai era extrem de scazut. acum, lucrurile stau altfel,in mod evident. asta pentru ca suntem mai educati sau cel putin mai informati... ideea e ca e rebeliunea din adolescenta e poate singura sansa pe care o avem de a fi sinceri cu noi si de a ne impotrivi unui sistem nedrept si a opresiunii de orice fel.adolescentii sunt mult mai sensibili la nedreptate; cu trecerea timpului si pe masura ce castiga mai multa 'experienta de viata' realizeaza ca asa stau lucrurile si ca asa e normal,se conformeaza. dar ce-ar fi viata fara aceasta perioada intensa de nebunie si dezinteres( fata de 'lucrurile importante') ?
eu votez cu tarie impotriva abolirii adolescentei si de-ar fi posibil as opta pentru prelungirea varstei de 17 ani...

*Anthony Burgess (cel care a scris 'Portocala mecanica') spunea spre sfarsitul vietii, in urma unui incident sangeros al carui vinovat era un adolescent, ca ar fi mai bine ca perioada de pana in 21 de ani sa fie interzisa,sa se treaca peste ea printr-un proces artificial de hibernare,pentru ca atunci suntem predispusi sa facem cele mai mari greseli si ne comportam irational si deseori in contradictie cu valoriel sociale si bla-bla-bla. Tipul era trecut de 90 de ani cand facea astfel de afirmatii si deci are o scuza. probabil il lasase memoria. nu poate fi perioada mai frumoasa.pentru ca acum te simti cel mai bine in pielea ta si te consideri puternic asemeni unui zeu. in perioada asta esti idealist si increzator. pana si oamenii cinici ca mine sunt increzatori pentru ca... ce nu aduce ziua, aduce clipa!

***smile! no future for me and you!***

nope

sa fie niste coincidente stupide sau paranoia tipica pentru mine? sa fie ca intamplator, ca imediat dupa ce afirm eu niste chestii cineva declara exact opusul accentuand cat de naspa sunt cei care gandesc ca mine...? ah,ca intotdeauna o sa raman cu o nelamurire frustranta pentru ca n-am de gand sa intreb daca lucrurile stau sau nu asa cum imi par mie a sta. in fond, e inutil si irelevant. in cel mai bun caz, e o... gluma

7000 de km in aer...

''poate zambesc prea mult
poate nu stiu s-ascult
dar simt atat de mult -
simt atat de mult '' iar asta nu se vede. nici nu vreau asta pentru ca nu vreau sa ma expun. dar ma deranjeaza contrastul dintre aparenta si esenta ( cat de urat suna, parca ar fi programul Daciei Literare !), dintre ceea ce vad ceilalti si ceea ce sunt.
ascunderea sentimentelor e o chestie pe care toti o practica, iar pe termen lung consecinta acestui ''sport'' este disparitia sentimentelor. le ascunzi pana inceteaza sa mai existe. eu nu vreau asta, nu vreau sa devin o persoana lipsita de sentimente doar pentru ca e mai riscant sa joci cu inima pe masa...
dar vorba altui cantec: ''Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me...''

straight face

ma intreb de ce oamenii imi spun ca gresesc atunci cand nu gresesc si niciodata atunci cand chiar gresesc... de exemplu aia care se iau de engleza mea cand chiar nu e cazul . nu-i inteleg. sunt sigura ca pe blogul asta sunt greseli de engleza dar p-alea nu le-a semnalat inca nimeni, s-au luat doar de niste chestii care erau cat se poate de corecte in toate englezele de pe planeta asta :

*oh, but now that i think about it, this is just the way things work in this world - and that is THE WRONG WAY!

dilema zilei

dilema unui satano-manelar: ' ce sa ascult acum? gutza sau dimmu?'

counter-culture

''The saturation of society with "entertainment" media, as well as the rising prominence of amateur "folk" content and the means to produce it, is also diminishing the distinction between "art" and "entertainment", "reality" and "representation", and "spectator" and "actor"; suggesting large-scale misinterpretations of reality and misunderstandings of art's traditional role as cultural catalyst. Over-stimulation from images and irrelevant information and the constant bombardment by governmental and corporate propaganda and advertising also serves to paralyze a large segment of the public and encourage conformity; in front of the TV set, in the checkout line, at the polls, or in the pursuit of self-projects.'' http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Counterculture#Russian.2FSoviet_counterculture

yeah,yeah. they keep saying that bringing arts into the streets is a good thing - but that's just like bringing the filthy streets into the arts. so what's it going to be then, eh?

religie=crima

pentru prima data am vazut un om murind. ucis. fata despre care scrisesem in postul anterior. ingrozitor. lasitate dusa la extrem: o multime de barbati lovind o fata cu pietre si cu picioarele.sick sick sick! religia e o crima in sine si nimeni nu ma poate convinge ca nu e asa. religia inseamna oprimare si nicidecum pace sufleteasca and shit.bloody-bloody bastards! toate religiile nu fac decat sa oprime,sa submineze omul. si vorbesc in cunostinta de cauza nu ma refer doar la ceea ce-am vazut. [ toata lumea zice ca sunt primitivi si inapoiati si de aceea inca mai practica atrocitatile de genul asta,dar pe barba profetului, aveau telefoane de ultima generatie cu care au filmat crima pentru ca mai apoi sa se laude cu 'barbatia' de care au dat dovada!!!!!!] doar arunca-ti privirea pe o carte de istorie universala. e totul acolo. ma rog,ca sa dau caesarului ce-i al caesarului, parca cele trei religii moneteiste sunt cele mai inraite i n privinta asta( mai ales i n privinta asupririi femeii si a tratarii acesteia ca pe un un animal de casa). dar oricum,religia e despre reguli. adica din start e gresita. regulile sunt intotdeauna o premisa gresita. bastards,bastards ar trebui sa se porneasca de la principii,nu de la reguli. principiile ti le asumi, regulile ti se impun.iar regulile nu prea corespund principiilor. that's why we all gotta do our best and brake them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ps: cred ca daca mai dau ochii cu adventistii aia sau ce-or fi ei care tot vin prin blocul meu sa corupa oamenii si sa le distruga mintile mai mult decat le-a distrus televizorul cred ca o sa devin un pic ultra-violenta la adresa lor. (eh,ma rog,n-o sa fac asta. dar mi-ar place al naibii de mult!) pacatosii naibii, au venit la mine la usa si tot incercau sa ma convinga sa-i invit in casa la o cafea ceva sa discutam despre nemurirea sufletului si sansele mele de a ajunge in rai.frate, ce fete de fanatici incuiati aveau. le-am zis ca sunt atee si mai aveau putin si-mi ziceau ca o sa ard in iad. vorba lui kurt cobain: ' mai bine sa ard la foc mare.intens. decat sa palpai la flacara mica.'

rise against!

this is what i just read on the assyrian international news agency site.
Mosul, Iraq -- According to the Kurdish website Jebar.info up to 1000 men from the Yezidi Kurdish community of Mosul killed a teenager who's only crime was running away to marry a Muslim man whom she loved and converting to his religion.
now,this is something i can't get through my skull: what the fuck was their business? how was that girl wronging them bastards? man, this societies are sooo like laking reason and above all anti-women.
For four months the girl had been given shelter by a local Muslim Sheik. - this shows that there are some people in their right minds there.thank Bog or God or Allah or whatever!

but this,oh my brothers! shows just how hard there must be for girls in such societies to like have a normal, average life : It was reported that in the last few days her family persuaded her to return home, convincing her that she had been forgiven by her parents and relatives for her mistake.
In a short mobile video clip which appears to have been taken by locals at seen of the murder, the girl is seen being ambushed on her way home by a group of up to 1000 men who were waiting for her to return; the men killed her in the most brutal way possible, by throwing large stones on her head. The following clips show that while she is alive and crying for help she is taunted and kicked in her stomach until someone finishes her off by throwing a large stone on her face.

this kind of things are the reason why i totally have negative feelings towards this religion. i mean it look like the most oppressive one ever! for pete's sake. i can understand the Maya, the Aztecs and all their bloody rituals and sacrifices. there's something magical about them. but their societies never had this kind of oppressive attitude towards women. and i fuckin hate that crap that Muslims give when they say 'oh,but in the Middle Ages OUR women were more free and respected then YOURS'. like shit.compare today with the middle ages, it's stupid to do that.that's not a fuckin argument.
to hell with all the religions, they're all about oppression.them bloody bastards!

1 iunie

now... and forever...
nothing can tke this away.
the ones who try shall suffer greatly.

sideeffect

deci nu se poate. nu trebuie sa se poata. ar fi ingrozitor. eu as fi ingrozitoare. ingrozitor de iresponsabila. ar fi de-a dreptul teribil. nu,nu,nu! sunt in stare de soc. un soc care nu e vizibil, dar e al naibii de prezent si de real. numai de nu ar fi si restul... dar,nu... ar fi prea stupid. probabil ca exagerez eu ca intodeauna. de-ar fi doar paranoia...!

opinie (mai putin) critica

'' aiurea

spun ca te iubesc ca sa obtin chestii ''

SGB 'Sunt. o lichea'

m-a amuzat enorm acest ultim vers. direct, concret... fara menajamente. asa e poezia contemporana: categoric FARA MENAJAMENTE. imi place onestitatea din poezia asta, la fel cum in general urasc restul poeziei contemporane pentru onestitatea ei inutila si brutala, onestitatea vietii de rand si a banalitatilor pe care aceasta le reflecta. vorbesc la modul general. nu pretind a sti atat de mult despre poezia contemporana. nici nu cred ca vreau. sunt alte lucruri mai interesante. plus ca mi se pare o scriitura foarte demoralizatoare. cel putin asta-i impactul pe care il are asupra mea. iar eu numai de chestii demoralizatoare nu duc lipsa!
poezia contemporana ma duce cu gandul la tramvai.

nu chiar

frumoasa,dar scurta furtuna . un momenet poetic... la sfarsit, scot frumos capul pe fereastra ca sa admir cerul acompaniata fiind de un pahar de vin.vin bun,rosu, cer albastru,aer cat de cat proaspat multumita ploii.am stat asa admirand albastrul cerului pana s-a terminat vinul.adica putin.si la sfarsit,imi venea pur si simplu sa arunc paharul pe geam. a fost greu sa ma conving sa nu-l arunc. ma intreb de ce nu aruncam lucrurile odata ce ne-am folosit de ele.

whiskey si lapte. it's tricky. mirosul de lapte il cmufleaza pe cel de whiskey si atunci cand bei ai impresia ca e doar lapte DAR...oricum, e o combinatie interesanta.dulce si tare - lapte si whiskey.

just like the navy!

asta-i asa ca pentru ziua liceului

...

aye-aye!

label THIS !

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

One slip ... A momentary lapse of reason - It seems to take no time at all

so you think you can tell?

ma enerveaza oamenii care ma supraapreciaza.nu sunt multi.dar sunt enervanti.se gasesc ei sa imi impuna standarde.
complimentele - le urasc.niciodata nu poti fi sigur daca sunt pe bune sau daca au cumva un subinteles.
dar oamenii care ma subapreciaza sunt chiar amuzanti. de ce? pentru ca intotdeauna fac greseala de a ma include in vreuna din categoriile lor stupide. se gasesc ei sa fac profile psihologice si sa puna etichete.ceea ce e trist si le dovedeste gandirea limitata.
advices:
1.DON'T FUCKIN LABEL ME!
2.think outside your stupid box
3.don't fuckin put labels... makes you look superficial or fashion addict
4.don't, i repeat DON'T! be a feminist...they tend to become chauvinist pigs
5.get a life

global warming INDEED!

fac un proiect despre incalzirea globla. si cautam imagini de impact. si am gasit asta... numai ca s-ar putea sa fie prea de impact...

something else

what can we do?

by charles bukowski

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.

some understanding and, at times, acts of

courage

but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't

have too much.

it is like a large animal deep in sleep and

almost nothing can awaken it.

when activated it's best at brutality,

selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

avoid the thing as much as possible.

treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious

and mindless.

but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect

itself from you.

it can kill you without cause.

and to escape it you must be subtle.

few escape.

it's up to you to figure a plan.

I have met nobody who has escaped.

I have met some of the great and

famous but they have not escaped

for they are only great and famous within

Humanity.

I have not escaped

but I have not failed in trying again and

again.

before my death I hope to obtain mylife.

a day in the park

except for the fact that the whole world is bloody falling apart because it's to fucking stupid and retarded not to, oh things are pretty fine - when you have friends around...
i spent the whole day in the park, somehow against my will cuz i had different plans but in the end i guess it waz better this way. 9 hours in the green.in the heat, in the grass, alone with some books and then together with the fiends. drinking beer, talking about strange movies, music,genetics and bugs and all kinds of things. yeah, it waz a good day... a good day for freedom... for friendship...for us...for the fiends...but somehow,i know it's strange because i had fun, not for me...
the reason why we were in that specific park is that a concert waz suppose to take place there. in the end Iulia and the guys left but Andreea and me went to see the punks, as in Zob. we came just before their performance. lots of losers there - as a matter of fact MAINLY losers, manelisti and housers, behaving like animals freshly released from their cages in the mating season. a really sad view. their looks were full of perversity and stupidity, nothing more - really,really sad to see so many of them.
Zob waz lot of fun, the sound waz bad but the band waz good. Vlase started with trowing some beer onto the public and we were in the second row. i didn't know it waz him who did it and said : 'who iz the idiot who trew with beer?' Andreea said 'Vlad' and i waz like 'what Vlad? ow,ow! that Vlad - now i'm honoured i guess...'
anyway, we had to fight to get to see the band because there were lots of idiots getting in front of us. there waz this one dude who keep climbing the fence that separated the public from the scene and he was behaving like a fucking monkey, moving up and down,up and down. i told him to stop a couple of times, i pulled his pants to take him off the fence and in the end i put some gum on his back - i had to revenge. Andreea said she saw some pills in his mouth - he waz probably stoned. then there was another guy who took my place in the first row and i hit him and he backed off. a wize choice i might say...
but the best thing waz that in the end, after the last song, 'telenovele',Vlad trew his pick. it landed in the area where the fence waz. ma mate told me to go and get it. i said 'yeah, but the guards and shit' and then i just gave her my things, climbed the fence ( i waz wearing a skirt) took the orange pick and got on the other side again. it is our only success these days and we take great pride in it. in fact, i think it's a sign that i should take up guitar again. yeah, might just be. who knowz...

Anathema

astazi un prieten mi-a recomandat o trupa. prietenul se numeste Andrei, trupa Anathema. auzisem demult de ei, dar nu am fost curioasa sa-i si ascult, ar el mi-a zis ca sunt genul meu* si dupa ce mi-a facut si o mica descriere a stilului prin comparatii cu My Dying Bride, Pink Floyd si Radiohead am zis ca trebuie sa-i ascult. i-am ascultat si chiar imi place muzica lor si o recomand.


*si eu care credeam ca sunt hard to read!

gramatical

sincer nu m-am gandit niciodata cum ar fi sa fii o propozitie. poate ca m-am gandit ce propozitie as fi dar nu m-am gandit CUM AR FI. ceea ce intr-un fel e o dovada de mediocritate, de superficialitate. in acest sens Fiendul proaspat intors din Grecia ma depaseste. e clar ca are inclinatii spre filosofie... spre o filosofie de factura orientala unde lucrurile spuse isi pierd din materialitate, pierd in fata realitatii deoarece ele sunt doar abstractizari, idealizari si parti din realitate, n u sunt complete. ea a visat ca era o propozitie. dar nu a visat ce propozitie. apoi propozitia a devenit un singur cuvant. deci, esenta.......deci aberez, dar e un subiect frumos.
daca as fi o propozitie cred ca as fi propozitia : 'am uitat'... nu gasesc alta mai potrivita desi... parca si' whatever it is, i'm against it' mi s-ar potrivi, numai ca e deja fraza.

(im)polite society

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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

Protege-moi"

revenge

IT'S ON NOW!

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)

short

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

baaaaaaaaaad!

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...

drown

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.

http://www.slowlydownward.com/DCPimage.html

them bastards!

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eh...

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 not..you 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 him...eh...and 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...

i'm happy...maybe just dumb

sunt o ipocrita.bucuria asta e una falsa.nu 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?

P.S.

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!

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

Back to Buzau

azi pornim la drum. mergem la Buzau. eu si Andreea. concertul Tiarra si personalul 5 mii nu-stiu-cat ne aduc din nou acolo. bineinteles inainte de concert vom poposi la 9 km de oras, in satul bunicilor mei. duminica dimineata vom fi inapoi. ce e foarte frumos in aceasta scurta plecare?
1. este o plecare
2. a fost o decizie de moment.un impuls. [desi stiam de concertul asta de ceva timp si ne gandeam sa mergem, abia azi, dupa doar 4 ore de scoala (si alea facute mai mult la misto), ne-am sunat parintii si le-am zis 'ba,noi plecam la Buzau' - mai mult sau mai putin cu cuvintele astea.]
3. we're 2 fiends on the roads again :D
4. mergem la primul nostru concert Tiarra
m-am exprimat cam ca dracu', pe alocuri cam patetic sau pur si simplu intr-un mod deloc interesant, dar am o scuza, ma grabesc sa prind trenul. hai pa!

rolling stoned

deci Rolling Stones vin in Romania, mica si frumoasa noastra tara care din varii motive este tot mai bogata in concerte sustinute de nume mari din afara. cei de la Vodafone sunt cumva sponsorii acestui eveniment si si-au rezervat dreptul de a vinde bilete in perioada 28-1 aprilie numai clientilor lor printr-un simplu sms la nush ce numar. foarte bine pana aici. dar site-ul ala blestemat ( http://www.ticketpoint.ro/ ) nu poate fi accesat! blesteme! am incercat aseara,m-am enervat dar am zis ca seara serverul este ocupat or something si mi-am zis ca dimineata sigur o sa mearga. no freakin way! The webpage cannot be found and cannot be found and cannot be found over and over again! how the fuck can that be!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!??!?!!?

legea nu e lege

tot timpul am fost impotriva moralei dar am incercat sa ma comport in concordanta cu etica si am apreciat intotdeauna aceasta disciplina.pe scurt uram morala si ceea ce reprezinta ea dar apreciam etica si o consideram un ideal.insa nu puteam sa nu fac confuzie intre acestea doua - ''sunt asemanatoare'' imi ziceam eu. hehe,de fapt nu-s mai deloc acelasi lucru !
etica=criterii de viata, principii
morala=set de reguli abstracte care inlocuiesc vointa.
deci inlocuiesc vointa, deci bad,bad,bad. sau malo,malo,malo. sau que bruto! deci morala e chestia aia care merge mana in mana cu religia si responsabilitatea ta ca cetatean. este doar o alta corupere a spiritului uman care foloseste pretextul ca este pentru binele general sau bla-bla-bla.
my advice: fuck morals! don't be moral! be ethical!

D7

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight,not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them

Dimension seven

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
So dumb, so dumb

Dimension seven (x7)

[er,yeah me likes it a lot. Nirvana by good song this is]

D.I.Y.

i just got over that i think that i would die hole inspired state of mind. now i'm sure that YOU should and must die! no, it's not about the whole world...though... errr,it's about someone 'special'. special my ass. it's abouth a really pathetic human being who's only hobby is making everybody else feel miserable just because this person is a failure and can't find no better answer to this than the others.' i'm a loser,oh,but this is only your fault, you brat!' 'course it is! and yeah i'm to blame for the bombing of hiroshima and for the great plague in whatever year that was! ups,now you know! but,no. i'm not being afected by this doss blind evil creature anymore CUZ i'm o.k., you're fucked!

from housewives

family dinner. mother, step-father and teenage son at a very fancy table. noises like breaking glasses coming from upstairs. mother tells son to go and see that his sister, 17, will only brake her own things. the boy goes and finds his sister lying in the bathtub after trying to kill herself by using some powders and cutting her veins. she is in a terrible state. he goes back to the table and tries to tell his parents what had just happened. his mother was in the middle of a discussion with the step-dad and tells the son that it is not polite to interrupt peoples discussions. the boy sits back and resumes his dinner. after the mother finishes her discussion she asks about the girl. when the couple hears they are amazed and outraged so they run upstairs. the boy says :' don't rush! she's not trying that hard...'

future past

am citit 1984 cand eram clasa a 9 a -imi spusese un prieten de ea. am citit cartea aia cu sufletul la gura, la fiecare pagina eram tot mai ingrozita iar atmosfera devenea tot mai sumbra. sincer, intr-un fel sau altul noi suntem acel viitor despre care scria George Orwell in 1948. e drept ca mai avem inca pana sa atingem nivelul din roman, dar in mod cert suntem pe drumul cel bun!

''Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed—no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. ''

'' To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone—to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:
From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink—greetings! '' is it just me or double thinking sounds familiar? like say... political correctness? oh, folks,this is just the beginning,if you ain't seeing it now, you'll feel it in the future!

pentru cei care vor sa citeasca acest roman am pus linkul mai jos. nici mie nu-mi place sa citesc pe calculator pentru ca nimic n use compara cu o carte. cartile sunt sacre. dar e in engleza:D http://www.netcharles.com/orwell/books/1984.htm

32 reloaded

intr-o zi cu soare din saptamana asta am intalnit in pitorescul tramvai 32 un personaj aparte.
la prima vedere mi-am zis ca-i rocker. avea tot ce-i trebuia ca sa il incadrez in respectiva categorie: bocanci negri, blugi negri, tricou negru (simplu), jacheta neagra, in mana tinea un dosar negru doldora de hartii, iar pe bara troleului avea agatata o haina neagra pe care o luase de la /ducea la curatat. de asemenea si infatisarea sa era destul de tipica pentru un rocker: barba si par valvoi.
pe tip il remarc din prima pentru ca statea chiar vis-a-vis de usa pe care am intrat eu. si el ma vede. deci tipul imi arunca o privire ucigatoare! zic, ' bah, ce te uiti ashea roackare?! intr-un tramvai plin de manelari tocmai la mine te uiti ca la dracu'? ' mirarea mea era cat se poate de intemeiata pentru ca in ziua aceea aveam tricoul cu canibal corpse al iuliei, geaca de piele,unghiile frumos vopsite in negru,ceva dermatograf, pentagrama, si deci, nimeni nu s-ar fi putut indoi ca sunt rockerita. dupa cateva momente mai arunc o privire spre tip, eram convinsa ca mi se paruse. de unde! parca se uita si mai urat. personal, ma simteam jignita si revoltata.
mai arunc o privire asupra hainei pe care tipul o ducea la / aducea de la curatat si imi zic ca e cam lunga...
dupa un timp tipul coboara. intamplator sau nu,in statia unde coborase se afla o mica biserica de cartier. atunci am avut o revelatie, zic eu: NU CREEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!! tipu' nu era roacker; era popa! haina pe care o ducea la curatat era probabil sutana...

***sutana,satana such a thin line between this two words!

the return of the Chinese readers

my readers from China are back! yay! it's really curious for me that i have Chinese readers but i really delight in seeing the map showing that there are people in such a distant country who bother and read my blog. so me thanks them and hopes for some comments! ... even if they be in Chinese ;))

emo?

''To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing..."

wasn't that lad Shakespeare a bit of an emo too? but damn,he was right !...

good news!

i was eating lunch watching some tv - which is quite rare for me- and i saw something riotous on euronews. the weird thing is the programme was in french! the first bit about the riots was in the 'no comment' section so i was like 'what are this people fighting for?' i was watching with full admiration so i answered myself: 'it don't matter, as long there's people still fightin'! ' yeah, it was that beautiful kind of riot: the young people fighting for something they believe and against something they don't want for their country, against something that is not good for our planet as a whole or mankind whatsoever. after the no comment news there came some which had explanations. so it's about bush. he went touring throughout 5 south american countries but didn't get too lucky, the people don't like him there. they don't like him anywhere!

riots took place in south american coutries. president of Venezuela, Hugo Chavez was leading the protest in Buenos Aires supported by thousands of people.

'Bush is a torturer, a violator of human rights and a murderer, who does not respect United Nations resolutions, international treaties or the sovereignty of peoples, as in the case of Iraq," said Adolfo Pérez Esquivel, a Nobel Peace Prize winner who is one of the protest organizers. "He is not welcome in Argentina, and he should be repudiated." or in shorter sentence ' gringo go home!' like Chavez put it.

Quasi-modo

in ora de literatura universala:
eu: - Fiend, tie ti-ar place de un monstru sensibil?
fiend (se gandeste dand din cap): - nu cred. tie?
Eu: - uhm... nici mie.

mmm

versuri. sunt versuri care te obsedeaza, care te bantuie. nu acele versuri ale trupelor tale preferate ci de versurile care se potrivesc cu circumstantele dintr-un anumit moment al vietii tale. acele versuri care parca au fost scrise pentru tine, despre tine. urmatoarele sunt versurile pe care le tot fredonez eu cu daruire si nepricepere in perioada asta.

I don't ever wanna be
You
Don't wanna be just like you

Well I don't mind, if you don't mind 'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine


I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good


The teenage queen, the loaded gun The drop dead dream, the Chosen One

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

I have already paid for all my future sins