(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