Stoluri si stoluri de pinguini, flying through my head..

Recent s-a efectuat un sondaj pe plan mondial. Intrebarea a fost:

‘Va rugam sa ne spuneti opinia dumneavoastra in legatura cu lipsa de alimente din restul lumii.’

Sondajul a fost un esec total:

-In Africa nu stiau ce inseamna ‘alimente’.

-In Europa de Vest nu stiau ce inseamna ‘lipsa’.

-In Europa de Est nu stiau ce inseamna ‘opinie’.

-In America de Sud nu stiau ce inseamna ‘va rugam’.

-Iar in S.U.A. nu stiau ce inseamna ‘restul lumii’.

can i have my 72 virgins now?

The Real..Romania aici.

Nu ma prea vedeti pe mine cu chestii patriotice dar documentarul asta chiar mi-a placut for a change.
It actually makes us look good.
Si nu numai generic: Carpati, Dunare, Ceausescu, Gica Hagi, Nadia Comaneci si "am venit sa voteez" (prietenii stiu de ce)

Ceea ce nu pricep totusi: in momentul in care il intervieveaza pe un tip si asta spune ceva de Carpati si: "& there is much wildlife" arata un cal la o caruta.
I guess they didn't stay enough to see that wildlife.

La un moment dat ramai: plajele alea chiar sunt... de la noi..?

*Nice hat, dude.*

Anyway, watch & see for yourself.

A stranger is just a friend


You probably won't like.

1: desire!
2: excitement!
1: attraction!
2: action!
1: reaction!
2: love!
1: pain!
2: Destruction!
1: Chaos!
2: Magnetism!
1: Affair!
2: Pleasure!
1: Body!
2: Affection!
1: Devotion!
2: Cheat!
1: Intrigue!
2: Treason!
1: Damnable!
2: Feelings!
1: Heavy!
2: Catchy!
1: Slippery!
2: Excitement!
1: Stimulating!
2: Avoiding!
1: Woos!
2: Offending!
1: Authentic!
2: Rioting!
1: Army!
2: Tendering!
1: Change!
2: Wondering!
1: Question!
2: Doubting!
1: Perpetual!
2: Researching!
1: Discovering!
2: Caring!
1: Important!
2: Disgracing!
1: Fall!
2: Crisis!
1: Solution!
2: Resolution!
1: Ending?
2: Wish?
1: Abjection!

[guess which one's me]

I love when people say "I don't see gender, I just see people."

It's like saying, "My heart is in the right place, but fuck I'm stupid."

I'm never gonna be okay before you leave.

I'll probably never be after..

I like to think that maybe I did steal your heart

and I am such a perfect criminal

that you never even noticed.

Party.

Wohoo!

I found the secret of life but I haven't looked at it yet.

Maybe if I have time next week..

"It's the only scientific instrument I know how to work."

"I don't care about whether you're black or white because inside we're all the same.

Let me verify this with my penis."

I want to do at least one illegal thing to you tonight..

Fisa tehnica (la iesirea din productie): nascuta in Suceava, 21 octombrie 1992, parinti romani, greutate 2,500 Kg, inaltime 0,5 m (?!?), ochi caprui, par N'A, nas carn, buze groase, dinti N/A, brand N/A, balcoane N/A, dimensiuni normale, a nu se hrani noaptea, wash with care, do not iron, make any wish come through.

Fisa tehnica (revizie 17.000 Km): inca in Suceava, La Multi Ani! pe 21 octombrie 2009, parinti obositi, greutate 60 Kg, inaltime 1,66 m, ochi la fel, par saten, nas la fel, buze la fel, dinti 95% ok, brand soft, balcoane bifa, dimensiuni proportionale, a se hrani numai noaptea, wash when starts stinkin’, PLEASE iron, make any dream come through.



La multi ani, Irina! >:D<
Come back for another revision!

Pack your shit, folks. We're going away!

Sometimes when I'm bored I like to pretend I'm in a porno movie near the sea.

Oh, no. I seem to have forgotten my bathing suit.

Oh, my goodness.
You're so wet.

Do not click the big red sign.

RED SIGN.


You can click the big green sign.

GREEN SIGN.

I am speechless. I have No speech.

how can monogamy get boring when you are constantly surprising me with -

oh my god.

how did you do that?

viata e afara.

ma

intiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind


ah ce bine'a fost.

Just fell in love with this live.
Awesome.

The difference between a nook and a cranny: A nook is a corner and a cranny is a crack.

The female pigeon cannot lay eggs if she is alone. In order for her ovaries to function, she must be able to see another pigeon. If no other pigeon is available, her own reflection in a mirror will suffice.

I know people like that :)) Only it's not about laying eggs, it's going to the bathroom.. or anywhere else for that matter.

Holy shit!

that's the smallest fuckin' scooba-diver i've ever seen!

Chiar nu m'am putut abtine.

Scuze!

must.. do.. schoolwork...

ugh.

can't reach notebook.

eh, maybe tomorrow.

Don't know tha game.. but tha ad is just as dry & spot on as I like 'em.

They call it Voroneţ [in pictures]

This is we


Some of us can fly,


we really enjoy the activity.


Landing is optional though.


We sing,


we ride,


we throw dust in your eye.


We pose :>


we examine,


we fly some more..


we help you when you're down.


But we never forget the little things in life:


To enjoy each other,


to praise each other,


to enjoy one beautiful view..


the cuttest little blond guy you've ever seen,


a quiet moment..


or Mother Nature's occasional bath.




I personally can't get enough of it :D


This is we.


This is me.


Maybe I'll drop by sometime..

Cya.

Ah, si cand am revenit primul lucru pe care l'am facut a fost:



si



a new favorite is rising up, ladies & gentlemen.

They call it Voroneţ

a fost o dată ca niciodată..
că dacă n-ar fi fost nu ne-am fi udat până la chiloţi.. (copyright Irina)
undeva pe vârful muntelui la o cabană..
de fapt era pe langă strada principală..
cu hintă în gradină..
cu ardeleni draguţi..
şi labă-n curte :)) (este vorba de credinciosul lăbuş)


am întreprins multe: am făcut poze lângă gârlă..

am urcat pe munte.. (din păcate doar 2 dintre noi, laziness being the main culprit)

concurs de maieuri unde: irina picked the best one.

am descoperit o nouă stea în formare a lumii fotografiei: Cosmin, baiatul care la 14 ani a văzut deja mai multe decât văd alţi masculi într-o viaţă.

am făcut de mâncare: ce aventură! câtă sudoare!
păcat că nu am fotografiat cartofii tăiaţi de noi.. asta până a venit tanti, a făcut pac-pac-pac şi erau gata.
au curs toate apele pe noi la făcut gratarul.. mna, cel puţin pe partea noastră, a celor mai puţin domnişoare :)) cică pe acolo prin ardeal le plac fetele drăguţe.. finuţe.. care nu sar garduri (astea fiind spuse după ce sărisem eu gardul după minge, mulţumesc de compliment)
mare aventură cu cartofii.. făcuţi grătar parţial apoi prăjiţi :> aşa cartofi n-aţi mâncat în viaţa voastră, mă nepregatiţilor!

pisica se linge pe lângă mine.

revenind:
să nu uităm partea cea mai antrenantă: am mers cu atv-ul în sfârşit, ihaaa! :)) prima dată când am condus eu, eram facuţi sardine, în ordine înşiraţi: eu, Irina şi domnul Buga.
acceleraţie, gropi iuhuuu! Spunea tatăl Irinei ceva de 'mai uşor!', dar eu eram în culmea extazului acolo :))

am reuşit să mă bronzez pe jumătate de spate

şi să văd pentru prima dată o mădă visătoare. eveniment unic într-o viaţă. unul nou este prezis a avea loc pe undeva pe aproape de următoarea eclipsă totală.

it was also a hard trial.. after spending so much time with them i feel.. more like a girl.
brr.. i feel my uterus growing :))

na, a trecut şi asta,
acum tot ce ne-a rămas este să ne uităm ciocuş la poze,
singurele care ne-au rămas.

poate vara viitoare mergem în gherla.


PS: poze vor urma.

gata puiu?!

fain aici.

am plecat

pa

am tot zis c'am sa pun mai multa muzica p'aci.

na

Lately

just did some Offspring on a stick, just did some trial living together on toast, just did some future building with melon, just did some Harry Houdini shit for the rest of the world, and the world partially responded on a rope. Must get things right, must write down THE LIST, must clean the crystal ball off.

Me mortal salute you!

La biserică, preotul se întâlneşte cu un tânăr enoriaş:
- Ce te aduce la biserică, Ioane?
- Iaca, am venit să mă spovedesc.
- Nu-i nevoie, ţi-am citit blogul…

tine-ma tu cat dansez in chiloti.
nu stiu. chiar nu stiu.

frank zappa in concert in germania.

intre melodii, incepe:

Frank Zappa: "HEIL HITLER HEIL HITLER!!!"

publicu: "..."

un om din public incepe si el: "Heil!"

publicu: "HEIL! HEIL! HEIL HITLER!"




Frank Zappa: "pff... you Germans... you never learn, do you?"

Bubbles

floating.

Dream on

Had a dream last night in which exboyfriend [numero uno] was smart.
Then I dreamt that my bellybutton could speak ['helloooooooo!' prietenii stiu de ce..].
Realized shortly that both were very similar indeed.
Both had the same level of probability of actually coming true
& both were equally pure damn crazy.

Stiati ca...

...bilutele [sa nu facem o cacofonie] unui magar iti pot arata ora exacta? Trebuie doar sa cunosti secretul…

This is too awesome :))
David Thorne: you are my confrontational hero.

I have also decided I shall dare see all the movies Sean Connery ever stared in.

PS: today is toootally thursday...

cats are together,

we are apart,

i’ve buried yours

couldn’t bury mine

dar e mai bine asa.

The cinnamon peeler by Michael Ondaatje

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.

and knew

what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.


You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

Why keep hitting myself with a hammer?

Because it feels so good when I stop. :)

Good morning, sunshine

Cuz it feels soo good to do something for you and only for you. Someone you just had to get rid of, or something you had to do for a long, long time, something hauling on your shoulders.. And it may suck while your doing it but after it's done.. You could float, that how light you are! And the only thing you could think of is: Why the hell didn't i do it sooner?

Well, that's the curse for us non-selfish people :)
Never again!
:))
Yah, sure.

But today I shout loud & clear: never let someone trample your own interest.


Raise your glasses everyone: this one's for me!

wooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
...
...
aaah


am cascat.

ce bine'afost.

A: "man, we need a word which starts, ends or contains a 'J'"


B: "berry"

Suction power.

Now that was just damn cute.

& wow, hot! Vacuum cleaner sex!

`You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

`I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today.'

Ce mai fac?

Pai vroiam sa'mi iau inghetata.
Si m'am ridicat.
Si m'am dus la baie.
M'am intors de la baie.
Si nu ma simteam implinita.
Si nu stiam de ce..
Si am stat.
Si m'am gandit...

adrenalina+serotonina+dopamina=love

la inceput a fost cuvantul.

apoi jocul de cuvinte.

Furculision

unde probabil a stat le fund.

Premiere. Intelepciune. si Masina de Spalat.

Mornin'
si salutari din Gura Humorului.

Alaltaieri am vazut 3 din seria "cele mai":
1. cei mai mari sani pe care am avut sansa sa'i admir live. pana mea, erau cat niste pepeni verzi numai ca perfect rotunzi :|

2. cea mai slaba fiinta. toata lumea a vazut poze cu acei copii din somalia.. exact ca aia arata. si nu, nu este vorba de aceeasi persoana la punctele 1. si 2. :D

3. cel mai frumos fund pe care l'am vazut pe un barbat. perfectiunea intruchipata. genul ala de fund de care poti arunca o nicovala si tot ricoseaza perfect inapoi. intr'un cuvant: suculent. un fund care mi'a eclipsat gandurile.
la om as fi mers. i'as fi zambit. i'as fi zis ceva nesemnificativ. dar fundului ce i'as fi putut spune? parea genul de fund care le-a auzit pe toate. Implacabil. Fundul enigmatic care nu este impresionat de nici o privire si pentru care o viata de om ar fi insuficientă ca sa-l intelegi. O piersica de clestar, un fruct al cunoasterii reciproce.
Fundul atemporal, care te face sa uiti cine esti.

si nu ma considerati perversa pentru ca voi nu ati fost acolo.
am avut ocazia sa'l admir de la 22 la 03, cu barmanul atasat de el. pentru ca da: un asemenea fund este trasatura dominanta a oricui, omul e atasat de fund nu fundul de om.
oricum nu tin minte sa fi salivat atat de mult o singura data.

Eh.
Un om foare intelept a spus apoi, la auzirea istorisirii: e trist sa nu poti sa te bucuri de asa ceva macar vizual.
Omul graieste adevarul.

Apoi acelasi om a staruit cateva ore mai tarziu, cand ai meu unchi plecasera la nunta [aici fac o paranteza: eu nu raman niciodata singura acasa seara/noaptea, eram de'a dreptul euforica la ideea de home alone. pe buna dreptate: as umbla numai dezbracata prin casa daca as trai singura :| all shout: freedom!] sa ii trimit poze [evident in stadiul mentionat mai sus].
Intelepciunea are limitele ei temporale :))

Tot alaltaieri ne'am dat in masinariile infernului, prezente aici gratie zilelor Humorului.
Up - Down. Down - Up. Swirl - Turn. Toate alea. Acum stiu cum se simte o soseta in masina de spalat.
Totusi eram foarte stabila pe picioare cand am iesit de acolo, in comparatie cu Irina :)) [spre amuzamentul tatalui ei]. Si ne'am dat noi jos si: "Hai si'n cealalta!"
Si ne'am dat si in ciocane.
Eh, alea erau de acum ca mersul cu autobuzul, puteam sa ne bem si cafeaua, sa jucam si putin Macao :))

fu tare.

Ati avut si portia de mine, va las cu o noua recenta obsesie a mea. Enjoy:

Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim
Thou shalt not worship pop idols
Or follow lost prophets
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, John Hartmond, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrisson, Jimmy Hendrix or Sid Barrett in vain.

Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile, some people are just nice.

Thou shalt not read NME
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they became popular
Thou shalt not question Steven Fry
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover
Thou shalt not judge lethal weapon by Danny Glover

Thou shalt not buy Coca Cola products
Thou shalt not Nestle products

Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriends best friend, take drugs, and then cheat on him
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants…
…use it to get into their heads.

Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you’ve done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar, week in, week out Because you once saw a girl there that you fancied; that you’re never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals.
No matter how great they are, or were.

The Beatles were just a band.
Led Zeppelin , just a band.
The Beach Boys , just a band..
The Sex Pistols , just a band.
The Clash , just a band.
Crass , just a band.
Minor Threat , just a band.
The Cure , just a band.
The Smiths , just a band.
Nirvana , just a band.
The Pixies, just a band.
Oasis , just a band.
Radiohead , just a band.
Bloc Party , just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys, just a band.
“The next big thing”, just a band.

Thou shalt not give bad word to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those in english speaking countries.

Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the 4 elements and never will be.

Thou shalt not make repetitive, generic music x4

Thou shalt not Pimp My Ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When i say “Hey”, thou shalt not say “Ho”
When i say “Hip”, thou shalt not say “Hop”
When i say, he say, she say, we say; “Make some noise.”, kill me.

“Ah, I’ve forgot were i was, hang on…”

Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak, like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix”
P-H-E-O-N-I-X.
Not, P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.

Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying; “Izziiit”

Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always, thou shalt always, kill.

cum sa te indragostesti in 3 pasi simpli:

1. gaseste un necunoscut/o necunoscuta

2. timp de jumatate de ora impartasiti detalii intime despre vietile voastre personale

3. apoi priviti-va intens 4 minute in tacere .

renumitul psiholog din york, prof. arthur arun, a studiat experimentul pe pacientii sai. cele mai multe cupluri au devenit foarte intime dupa cele 34 de minute. 2 dintre cupluri s-au casatorit mai tarziu.

there is no reciprocity: men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.

A guy suspected that his wife was cheating on him, so he hired a Chinese detective…the cheapest one he could find.
This is his report…

Most honorable sir!

You leave house. I watch house. He come house. I watch. He and she leave house.
I follow. He and she go hotel. I climb tree. I look window.
He kiss she. She kiss he. He strip she. She strip he. He play with she. She play with he.
I play with me. I fall off tree. I no see.

No fee,
Cheng Lee

Nobel

"vrei un Nobel?"
"nu mersi, nu fumez."

Charlie the Unicorn

Truth is I've never seen unicorns high before [cadou pentru cine ghiceste cu ce].



Shuuuun the non-believer! Shuuuunn.....

Who put the goat in there?

La 12 noaptea era foarte funny :))

You know the hole to put it!

si dupa ce te-ai uitat indeajuns de mult pe geam, incepi sa vezi geamul.



Toti oamenii din lume sunt de 2 feluri:

inauntru sau afara


cert.

Pikachu este o EA

Si dupa fata care o are cred ca ii si place..

Curvo!

"Gourmet"

"dupa ce a mancat jumatate de sendvish, i s-a parut ca pateul avea un gust dubios. asta pentru ca era "gourmet" scris mai mare decat Whiskas pe cutia de, exact, Whiskas."

=))

it's hard to morning in the think

Sexi si ud [titlu ca sa fiti dezamagiti dupa ce cititi]

Buna dimineata, soare! Oriunde ai fi!

Diseara jbantz :D DA! Vreau prin ploaie!
Mult mai sexi si.. ud :))

Asa, pentru cei care nu stiu daca mai traiesc: Aici sunt! Chiar aici! N'am plecat nicaieri... mult timp :|

Uau, nu cred ca am mai folosit atatea semne de exclamare intr'un singur post.

Ah, ceva pentru urechile clapauge:

Is it a bird?! Is it a plane?!

esti cazuta din rai papushe

Fleur du Male

"uite o imagine care ma face organic fericita: un barbat imbaindu-se in sperma, in propria lui floare

pt adolescente, neveste de 39 de ani, poponari naturali si culturali, femei singure, bunici si fotomodele, pt noi toti cei care iubim barbatii, o oda sinestetica celui mai tandru si nesimtit animal (uite-te si tu, n-are pic de rusine.. da rusine sa-i fie cui nu ghiceste dinainte cum miroase parfumul asta)


a se pastra la loc umed si caldut"

According to experts, 30 percent of all marriages occur because of friendship.

"Since feeling is first" by E.E. Cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Secrets Part II

More secrets for me to share & you to enjoy:

☺ I'm annoyed when someone makes me alter my path on the sidewalk.

☺ I fear heaven will be boring.

☺ There's a very sick part of me that thinks I could do it better than Dexter.

☺ I look at chandeliers above me and wonder if I'd move fast enough from them smashing me.

☺ I like looking at pictures of dead people.


Oh, & a little obsession of mine :) :

17.06.2009

Asteptarea asta ma omoara. Am pierdut demult sirul secundelor, minutelor, orelor... Probabil ca mi-am recapatat cunostinta mult mai repede decat se astepta. Nu mai am rabdare! De ce nu vine nimeni?!! Duc mainile catre fata. Incep sa inebunesc. E aproape gata... Gata... gata... gata? Tremur. Asta... asta nu trebuia sa fie asa!!! ...Pipai suprafata neteda si rece. Aaaa!!! ...Sunt ingrozita! ...Brusc, acelasi zgomot electronic greu se propaga in camera...


Mi s'a stricat cuptorul cu microunde, damn it!
Cold pizza it is.

Got a secret. Can you keep it? Part I

I was browsing through postsecrets that I have saved over the years.
I promised you that I wouldn't be so secretive anymore.
I promised myself that I wouldn't be afraid.
So here it goes: some of my secrets :)

☻ I buy expensive notebooks. Then I realize I have nothing to write in them. I buy them anyway.

☻ I am not a religious person. I sometimes envy people that are.

☻ The fear of getting another anxiety attack paralyzes me.

☻ I secretly think of myself as an artist who doesn't make art :)

☻ I can't eat a banana without feeling somehow perverted.


These are just a few. More will come :) Hope you enjoy your secrets.

“Acuarelă” de Ion Minulescu

În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Orăşenii, pe trotuare,
Merg ţinându-se de mână,
Şi-n oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână,
De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspină
Şi se-ndoaie,
Umede de-atâta ploaie,
Orăşenii pe trotuare
Par păpuşi automate, date jos din galantare.

În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Nu răsună pe trotuare
Decât paşii celor care merg ţinându-se de mână,
Numărând
În gând
Cadenţa picăturilor de ploaie,
Ce coboară din umbrele,
Din burlane
Şi din cer
Cu puterea unui ser
Dătător de viaţă lentă,
Monotonă,
Inutilă
Şi absentă…

În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
Un bătrân şi o bătrână -
Două jucării stricate -
Merg ţinându-se de mână…

Au ma doare.

Aiurea sfarsit de an. Reiese o regula generala: anii buni se incheie prost, anii prosti se incheie bine.
Ploaie, ud, par naspa, eram nauca, adormisem pe la 4, nu zambit frumos la camera cand primit premiu.

Vacanta.
E aiurea cumva ca cum ca nu am ce face :-/
Vacanta ma cam sperie. Scoala clar nu vreau.. Ce este intre vacanta si scoala? Sfarsitul de scoala, desigur. Asa ar trebui sa stea treaba: sfarsit de scoala vreo 2 luni si doar una vacanta in toata puterea cuvantului. Doua luni de mers la scoala nu prea mult, facut ore din cand in cand si fara prea multe absente puse.. perfect as spune eu. Semneaza cineva o petitie?

In sfasit am ascultat Vikloth - Macar zic ceva. Download please ca e misto :) Poti sa'i spui unui hip hopper rock on? Nu stiu.

Revin la morala: O data cu inaintarea in varsta devenim perversi. Cand spun la lume ca ma doare incheietura de la mana dreapta.. Na, tu la ce te'ai gandit? :| De la badminton, wa!
We should do that again btw :D

Astept si alte propuneri de pierdut timpul cu succes :)

Stiu ca suge cumplit ceea ce scriu in ultima perioada. Bear with me here.

Eh, noi sa fim sanatosi si parul sa ne stea bine! :D

"just know i loved you when i hit the ground."

Blocks of money are my feet.

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I can say I'm made of cash :))
What about you?

I rest my case.

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead
and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home
feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go
collect your pension and then, when you start work, you get a gold watch
and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young
enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol and are
generally promiscuous and then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid and you play. You have no
responsibilities; you become a baby until you are born; and then you
spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with
central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and
then….. Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

Truth is not necessarily found in the eyes of the older and so called wiser..

Micul Thomas, cel mai bun elev din clasa o intreaba pe invatatoare daca poate sa-i vorbeasca dupa ore.Ea accepta.
- Ce vrei sa-mi zici Thomas?
- Cred ca sunt prea inteligent ca sa raman in clasa asta, ma plictisesc!As vrea sa trec direct la Liceu.
Directorul scolii este informat si il intreaba pe Thomas daca vrea sa treaca niste teste.
Thomas accepta fara sa ezite si testarea incepe.
- Sa vedem Thomas: 3×4?
- 12
- si 6×6?
- 36, domnule director.
- Capitala Japoniei?
- Tokio!
Testul continua inca o jumatate de ora, Thomas nu face nici o greseala!
La sfarsitul testului, domnul director este multumit dar profesoara intreaba daca poate sa-i puna si ea cateva intrebari.. Amandoi accepta. Profa incepe:
- Thomas, vaca are 4 si eu am 2 ce este?
- Picioarele, doamna.
- Corect, ce gasim in pantaloni tai si nu gasim in ai mei? Directorul se mira de intrebare…
- Buzunare, doamna.
- Bine Thomas, unde au femeile parul cel mai cret? Directorul se pregateste sa intervina chiar cand Thomas raspunde:
- In Africa, doamna! raspunde copilul fara sa ezite.
- Ce este moale dar cu mainile unei femei devine tare? Directorul deschide ochii mari dar inainte sa vorbeasca, Thomas raspunde:
- Oja pt unghii, doamna.
- Ce au femeile si barbatii in mijlocul picioarelor?
- Genunchi, doamna!
- Bine si ce are o femeie maritata mai larg decat una celibatara? Directorului nu-i vine sa creada ce aude.
- Patul, doamna!
- Care parte a corpului meu este des cea mai umeda?
- Limba dumneavoastra, doamna!
- Ce cuvant care incepe cu litera C….. inseamna ceva care poate sa fie umed sau sec si pe care barbatii le place sa-l priveasca?
-Cerul! spune Thomas
Directorul sufla usurat, transpirat decide sa opreasca testul si spune:
- Nu o sa te trimit la liceu, o sa te trimit direct la Universitate! Chiar si eu as fi picat acest test…..

Morala: O data cu inaintarea in varsta devenim perversi.

Huge amount of pussy.

I am soo sick of cowards. Everywhere I look there is pussy after pussy. If I'd be a guy I wouldn't complain, however, as you well know, I'm not.
One cowardly fellow after the last, on & on.
*sigh*
We should take the best out of that big egg just standing there in the middle of the city & divide it between those who need it so desperatly.

Damn, I forgot to write about the hideous statue again.
I'll get to that, I promise.
Actually I haven't gotten to write about a lot of things. Interesting things...
*the public gasps*

See you soon.

Never run after girls & buses.

Today the principle of the universal equation was proved to me yet again.
I managed to pull off a mean of 8 at math & in my foolishness I chose to ignore the rules I know the world runs on like clockwork: ignorant to the regulations I ran after the bus. I tripped. And I fell.
Ripped the only pair of pants that didn't fall off me.
I now posses a scrape as I haven't had since early childhood.
Lucky me.
It is of course my fault as I ignored the single rule of the universal equation: equality. The equation will forever try to balance itself.
Ignorant me.

Where is my little person?

Stii omuletul ala din capul tau care te atentioneaza cand esti pe cale sa faci o prostie?
Ei, al meu a plecat intr'o zi pentru o cafea si nu s'a mai intors.

Magic Happens.

Hell, I don't care what you say.
It's special.
It's one of those things.
I couldn't give you an example last night but yes, there are one or two that we both know. Do you remember?
It's like.. It's like thinking about the same Seinfeld references in the same time :)) It's like that. It's a thing. It's what you remember in the end.

29.05.2009

Tell me... what do you do when you realize you're all alone?

Statues & Asses

Word of the day: sleep.
Well, at least word of the morning. *yawn*

A lot of shit happened lately, however I do not seem to have the mental power necessary to put the shit into words.

Ah, I saw the brand new statue being put up. J-e-s-u-s, trust me, you haven't seen anything as ugly as that piece of [f]art. I mean, if God would know everything, he'd know about that, and he wouldn't let that happen. I'll write about it later, after the inauguration, so we all know what I'm talking about.

It's 07:31 and I have about 20 minutes before my ass gets.. well I honestly don't know what it's gonna get, we'll have to wait and see.
I'll come back later with an update.

Have an ambrosial day.

Pidjins. Evil.

I wish to offer a genuine Happy birthday! to the world's greatest evil masterminds Fredo & Pidjin :)
This is one of my favorite episodes.

Well, indeed, lots of men are going where E.T. has never gone before, they have parades too.. Much more fun.
Marketing Earth as "the red light district" of the universe may not be the worst idea, however, I personally would prefer not to end up between the bookmarks of some alien zoophilliac. Imagine the shame and degradation...

Aaah.. Delightful :D

23.05.2009

Multe idei dar prea putin timp si putere mentala pentru a le exprima.
Hectic week.
Care va fi urmata de una neplacuta de luat note la greu, acum, pe ultima suta de metrii a anului scolar 2008-2009.

Peste 2 saptamani poate voi reusi si eu sa revin cu niste posturi mai relevante. Poate.

Vreau sa fac o strigare lui wOlf care n'a mai intrat pe mess de cateva zile. Probabil pentru a'si putea garanta somnul de care l'am degrevat in zilele precedente.

Bye now.

Brilliance.

Always gotta say the sweetest things.

Don't forget to cross your fingers every time.

Where's the tact that you used so well?

I bet you wish that you saved some for right now.

Palahniuk

Until you can create something that captivates people, I'd invite you to just shut up. It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.

non-art.

I secretly think of myself as an artist who doesn't make art.

what we see or what we seem is nothing but a puppet's dream.

Last week I made a comeback to my roots. Or whatever... When you're sick you always look for comfort, usually in things that you remember once made you feel better. So I did it again.
No, not that.
I started watching the stefanists again.

I don't care for that term. From now on I'll be using "puppets".

Once upon a time I used to do this regularly only for different reasons.. Actually a few more reasons than I have now. Things change.
Watching the puppets come and go every day has yet again become a ritual. It always makes me feel better, I guess because it's something you can count on, like the day-night cycle, it always happens: you always see them gathering from every corner of the land. North, South, East & West all coming together. Romantic isn't it?
I think I like it because it's comforting. It's comforting to know that you can always count on some things happening although they don't really influence you that much. I honestly can care less about who I actually see. Sure, I recognize a face or two but as long as it has it's uniform.. it's just another puppet dancing in the sweet moves of it's puppeteer's hands, the fingers slowly gliding in the air..

A smile on the puppeteer's face.
Everything is just as it has always been.
The come & go.
The colors, the sounds.
The thoughts, the desires..
Nothing has changed.

The day & the night.
The puppets coming together again ...

me laissent froid

Ow, cette amour.. :)

You messed it all up.

What if I should fall right through the center of the earth... oh, and come out the other side, where people walk upside down?

His passion was life. His obsession was art.

Great movie.

Beautiful song.

10110101010000111010

Talking to robots is Fun!

Mihai 11g: zi "hello"
Chrisu: hello
Mihai 11g: hi there!
Mihai 11g: (si vorbeste in engleza)
Chrisu: okay..
Mihai 11g: ok with me too.
Mihai 11g: (gramatical te rog :D )
Chrisu: excuse me?
Mihai 11g: you're excused.
Chrisu: monkey juice
Mihai 11g: i do not understand.
Chrisu: :))
Mihai 11g: gosh! tell me a story.
Chrisu: no, not now
Mihai 11g: are you serious? if not that, what?
Chrisu: chicken butt
Mihai 11g: we have never talked about it before.
Chrisu: indeed, never :))
Mihai 11g: so you think it can never happen?
Chrisu: it definetly can...
Mihai 11g: what does "it" refer to?
Chrisu: the chicken butt
Mihai 11g: thank you for the clarification.
Chrisu: you're welcome
Mihai 11g: polite people are nice.
Chrisu: yes they are. they don't get laid as much though.
Mihai 11g: ahem. are you a perfectionist? since when? who, specifically?
Chrisu: yes, a perfectionist indeed :D since i was born i presume
Mihai 11g: take it easy. how do you usually introduce yourself? try to tell me that another way.
Chrisu: hy, i'm chrisu?
Mihai 11g: not many people express themselves that way.
Chrisu: no, they don't :D
Mihai 11g: are you serious? who, specifically?
Chrisu: the squirrel boy
Mihai 11g: what is that?
Chrisu: a queer fellow with teeth too long
Mihai 11g: tell me more.
Chrisu: well he.. has a long tail
Mihai 11g: interesting. i am so glad you find this amusing, cleo_cbo. that question has never crossed my mind before.
Chrisu: yes, the question of life itself
Mihai 11g: next question? where are you located? try to rephrase your question with simpler words.
Chrisu: i am located in a really mean place
Mihai 11g: what's it like there in a really mean place?
Chrisu: frankly it sucks :))
Mihai 11g: what is so bad about it? aren't you always frank?
Chrisu: no, i'm chrisu.

Wanted (2008)

Efecte speciale foarte bune.
Actori buni.
Povestea nu m'a impresionat foarte tare, gen momentul "Luke, I am your father" :))
Dar mesajul mi'a placut.


What the fuck have you done lately?

the runaway

and when he left, the room looked as it had before he entered. the bed appeared as if it had been untouched, with its sheets still tucked firmly under the mattress, and the blanket still smoothed out. the remote remained in its original position, atop the television surrounded by a layer of dust. if one were to turn it on, it would still be on channel 17, a channel that refused to show anything but static. in the bathroom, the complimentary towels went unused and the soap remained wrapped. the sink continued it's monotonous symphony of drip, drip, drip (a piece that could simply be stopped with a final twist of the tap). a bottle of mouthwash sat beside the sink, it's childproof seal unbroken. there were still 347 squares left in the roll of toilet paper. even a copy of van gogh's "starry night" which hung on the wall beside the window remained a tad crooked, drooping on the left.

the only indication that there was a trace of life in that room on the cold rainy night of August 17th, was a message that he carved in the ceiling above the bed which read:

"i cant find sleep in this fucking town"

my mind forgot the colour of direction.

→

←

↑

↓

∞

?

Devil's trill.

Devil attracts Devil I guess.

Mommy's trying to work now..

I think most people

find a lot of different things sexy.

Why don't you go bug them?

Hî Hî.

Two days of high temperature and I think I'm getting a little delirious :))
I'm actually nice.
I have become nice.
My own personal side effect.

I need some feedback:
I saw American Psycho two days ago and I was wondering if my reaction was... normal. There is a very high possibility that I am deranged: I laughed harder than concerning many comedies :))
I mean, it is supposed to be a horror movie..

>Cough Cough< [pe bune]

I have pyrexia.
Don't worry, it means I have high temperature.
Boiling all night & still cold like hell.
I know to enjoy my virosis...

The squirrel isn't doing anything to make me feel better.
Dad's saying have the pig flu..
Yes, Happy happy Joy joy :D

When I was in bed I remember saying I'll write about something else but I guess this affects memory too..
Or it's just the usual me :D

The doggie in the window.

GOD, is this addicting. Can't get it out of my head.

2nd day of May and still nothing to do.
Nothing interesting anyway [the 5 pages to translate & 2 books to read for history, novels to write for latin & the 10 types of homework for romanian don't count].

How much is that doggy in the window..

I understand religious people. I understand the need.
However I will never think they're right, I will never be religious. And the whole >I'm right. You're wrong.< thing is just so pointless.. We're not ever close to actually knowing anything so my slogan is: Shut up and learn.

I have to make this week's diary thing for romanian class... You'd think it would be easy for me but no, it's not. I have never written a diary. I tried a few times but it never took off. You have to write like feelings and shit.. I am a girl but I'm not great at feelings.
So this week I'm writing only diary type things. If I'll feel like it, I mean. I probably won't.

How much is that.. [STOP IT!]

Geez, I'd be up for almost anything right now if the occasion would present itself.. [mda, aviz amatorilor]

Yah, bye now.
..the one with the waggley tail...

Work Day with no Work.

So: Happy first of May!

Now that we got that out of our system I can gladly inform you that I am the proud owner of new clothes :D Cheers everyone!

Last night I was officially pledged geek. Magic Duel here I come! :))
Stood up 'till 1 a.m. to watch the squirrel boy auctioned. 20 coins, good price [for a queer dude with teeth too long]. Evidently I still woke up at 7...

Sleepy and kind of bored. Where are you my knight in shining whatever? An aluminium foil would do [of course the chocolate is imperative].

Autosesiza-m-aş şi n-am cui.

This will be my first month of everyday posting :D I am really proud. Or really frightened, I can't pick one. [astept pareri]

In an other order of business I think men are dumb by nature. Most don't see a metaphor if it hits them in the face tied to a brick. Most don't even get when you're letting them make their move. Even though they've been hitting on you for months they will stop exactly when you rethink the situation.
Many times it's depressing.

I am still hitting that wall of the unhuman human. I have never met something that could pretend so well to fit among the human beings.

Tirelessly waiting for the 3 days of reposal. Can't get enough of that..

Bye, for now.

29.04.2009

when was the last time i was the first thing that crossed your mind?
the hope of a hug at midnight in an empty street.
it's the thought that doesn't count.
i am hopeless, indeed.
setting fire to my ears in the hopes of a better tune.

i will not give up.

Mistakes aren't always regrets.

Reflecting on past mistakes.
They changed everything. Most made my life more miserable that I could have ever imagined possible.
Ow, past mistakes..

Key word: past. Means: not here. not any more.
Gee, I admit: I was stupid. I was very stupid :)) Definition stupidity you might say. But I wouldn't have what to laugh about now when I'm alone, would I? :) Some people remind me.. And I remind some people [I'm speshul...].

Yes, I have done it all: I have been irresponsible, I fell in love with whom I shouldn't [never], I was weak when I should have been strong, I was scared when I should have been brave, I gave up when I should of fought, I shut up when I should have spoken up, I said bad things when I should have said good [and vice versa], I wasn't there when I should have been, and I ate chocolate in the middle of the night...
I have done them all.

And now I realize that I don't really regret them.
I am another person from one day to the next. I change every minute of every day. Every second.
Back then I acted on what I thought was right. I can't blame that person for doing what she though was right. And it was different then. We don't make the best decisions on the spot, in the middle of the battlefield. War always looks less terrifying on Tv. From the sidelines.

Mistakes aren't always regrets. Sure I wish some haven't been done, but... I'm not sure I'd change them if I actually could.
And screw who says that I am a fool because I have regrets: Everyone does.
I learned to live with them.
Have you?

My last words will be: "Yah, I had that coming."

Judge if you want.

We are all going to die.

I intend to deserve it.

Revenire la subiectul pistelor.

Miercuri am stabilit un record de 2 ore de vorbit aproape exclusiv despre piste.

Am compus bancul despre piste:
Ce zice un biciclist cand i se termina pista?
Pista măsii.

De aici subiectul s'a tot largit [in nici un caz epuizat, desigur].
Pe tot parcursul nu am vazut nici un biciclist. Piste avem, dar bicicletele unde's? Ar trebui sa se faca reclama pentru informarea publicului asupra acestui subiect:
"O pista pentru toti!"
"Vizitati pistele virgine din G. Enescu!"
"Pista noua: O noua sansa."
"Nu lasati pista virgina. Folositi'o!"

Am propus o campanie asemanatoare celei din state: Adopta o bucata de autostrada, in care orice cetatean putea sa'si selecteze o bucata de autostrada pe care sa o curete si ingrijeasca. Numai ca la noi va fi vorba despre piste, desigur [va mai trece o vreme pana trecem la autostrazi]. Indemnurile catre cetatean ar putea suna astfel:
"Adopta o pista."
"O pista murdara nu are loc in tara."
"Suceava pentru piste infloritoare."
"O pista ingrijita este o pista cautata."
"Nu lasati iarba sa creasca pe pista voastra."
"O pista nefolosita este o pista singura."
"Sucevenii se opun pistelor batrane."
etc.

Iarna indemnurile ar putea suna astfel:
"Dezghetati'va pista!"
"Pistele inghetate duc la accidentare."
"Nu lasati pista sa crape."
si asa mai departe.


Fac o mentionare ca nu sunt perversa pe motiv ca am scris acest articol. Sunt perversa din alte motive. Ideea e ca totul suna mai acceptabil cand esti in grup. Pe cat grupul mai mare pe atat gradul de prostie mai ridicat [lege aplicabila oriunde, nu numai aici].
Si nu fi magar si recunoaste ca ai ras cel putin o data.


Later edit [idea by Irina]: Imi imaginez un tiganel din ala la mare care vine cu brosurica la tine si'ti ofera 2 piste la 10 mii.
Si pe langa: cooovrigei calzi.
Si o tigara dupa.

Piste pentru biciclisti: Motiv de bucurie sau pericol de accidentare ridicat?

Suceava beneficiaza de o noua inlesnire pentru agrement: piste pentru biciclisti. Aceste piste sunt aflate in George Enescu si au, intradevar, niste caracteristici bizare. Spre exemplu: se afla numai in linie dreapta, la curbe se intrerup. Din cate am putut observa exista numai o mica fractiune de pista usor curbata.
Vom incerca sa depistam motivul pentru care pistele sunt astfel construite: De ce numai in linie dreapta? De ce se intrerup brusc? Oare este posibil ca proasta trasare a liniilor sa duca la accidentarea atat a biciclistilor cat si a pietonilor? Dar daca este adevarat ca este ilegal ca biciclisti sa mearga in afara spatiului delimitat, o data cu oprirea brusca a pistei, biciclisti vor fi nevoiti sa'si care bicicletele in spate pana la reinceperea acesteia?
Exista multe intrebari iar autoritatile nu par a fi dispuse sa le ofere raspuns.
Am decis sa va oferim, dragi cititori, o marturie a acestor fapte ingrijoratoare. Sa speram ca astfel vom reusi sa atragem atentia persoanelor capabile de a produce schimbarea.


Pistele sunt numai in linie dreapta


si in unele locuri se opresc brusc.


Este posibil ca unele erori in calculele geometrice a trasarii marcajelor sa duca la accidentarea biciclistilor si posibil a altor cetateni.


In unele locuri pista se ingusteaza


iar masinile parcate neregulamentar imping omul de rand la a comite infractiuni ce pot duce la accidente.

Dar cum, desigur, romanul este un individ vesel, care stie sa faca haz de necaz, au aparut multe vorbe in popor pe seama acestui subiect. Vom reveni cu un articol cu bancuri despre piste intr'un numar viitor.

Dar aceasta situatie este inacceptabila si rugam cetatenii sa semneze petitia de refacere calculata a pistelor pentru biciclisti in scopul reinstituirii linistii publice si a sigurantei cetatenilor.



Nota: recititi articolul cu limba intre dinti.

We're in a raincoat that has 4 sleeves.

He called me the history's greatest monster?

Really?

You tell him I'm the history's prettiest monster.

First day of school and What's the deal with women

Nice first day of school, am meditat din nou asupra nemuririi sufletului. Si alte chestii.
Am ajuns: eram singura.
Prima ora: sport. Eram 7 si nici nu ne'am obosit sa mergem in sala.
Cascam din 30 in 30 de secunde.
"Mergem?"
"Merg daca merge toata lumea."
"Haideti, mergem?"
"Hai."


I noticed that my main audience here is male. Which is weird because of the subjects I treat.
I never get comments on my artistic endeavors. However I do get it on my every day patter. The most interest was taken in the getting laid advice. I can understand why.
However I'm not going to talk about that right now [half of my audience already left] but about the preceding to the fact.
No girl wakes up in the morning and says: "Gee, I wish no one hits on me today." No girl. All women enjoy being hit on. It makes you feel important no matter what. Even if they despise the guy or find him repulsing they will feel good about the advances.
All women enjoy being hit on. Which ever says she doesn't is a liar.
So believe me, there's no harm in trying.
Still, too much trying and you're a looser. Too little and you're a fool.
Not any and you're a cur [that means coward, I just had to use that word].
So you just have to get it right. But don't worry, you'll probably never achieve that anyway.
But hey: so will 90% of the others so cheer up!

Last night of freedom. First night of pre-thesis nightmares.

So... last day of break.
Well... this sucks.
I always have the feeling I should be doing something the last day, don't you get that feeling? I feel like I should do something really fun and special with it. I mean... it's the last day of freedom.
Of course I almost never do anything.
I have a huge paper to write by tomorrow and I still haven't found the guts to look on the two pages of instructions I was given. Hell, I don't even understand the writing.
So what shall I do today? Need ideas. I'll probably shave my legs.. Yes, I have to do that. I'll do the get ready for school stuff.. But that's everyday stuff and if I do only that I will feel like I'm losing the day again.

Yesterday I almost got in a fight with someone about the damn egg. Who had the better view of it. The guy said he had it better 'cause he lived in the "sky-scraper" [suna ciudat, nu? bloc turn]. But turns out he has the windows facing the opposite way. Near the end of the conversation I realized I actually got territorial about it.
Seriously, the damn egg is becoming an obsession.
Morning to night people are taking photographs with it. It has become a monument. It has surpassed the Louvre. Our own personal Arc de Triomphe.

Really had fun yesterday night. Two very engaging conversations. One was about the other actually. Some situations are just meant to be funny... Like a joke that never gets old.
I think I have an allergy of some sort. Sometimes I just can't stop coughing..

So what shall I do today.. Any ideas? Anyone?

Easter has been canceled folks. They found the body.

Hristos a înviat!

E dimineata de Paste. Si mi'e foame. Mi'e foarte foame dar inca nu s'a trezit tata. Deci iar scriu aici ca sa nu ma frustrez prea tare.

Aseara am fost la slujba la Sf Ioan. In fiecare an mergem la Sf Dumitru dar m'am trezit eu sa spun ca hai la Sf Ioan. O droaie de lume cunoscuta, m'am simtit mult mai bine acolo, mai aproape de... lume. Probabil pentru ca era si aglomerat. Oricum mai putin decat asteptat. Si ca o demonstrare a inspiratiei mele de a schimba traditia, intr'un minut de la intrare, cu 10 minute inainte sa inceapa sluja, i'am condus direct in fata scenei, fix in spatele corului. Sa nu spui ca nu ma ghideaza si pe mine cineva :D
Fix in fata mea statea un tip foarte cute, cu ochelari si avea o voce... @-) Vibra totul in jurul lui. Foarte bine compus corul.

Inca astept chemarea la bucate.

Nu am avut un Paste care sa simta macar putin a Paste de cativa ani. This is nice for a change.
Ma enerveaza ca anul asta mama a scris cu vopsea pe ouale de ciocnit in dimineata asta, al cui e. Mie'mi place sa'mi aleg oul. Am o tehinica, al meu aproape niciodata nu e spart de nimeni.
Pasca a iesit foarte buna anul asta [momentan ma gandesc mai mult la mancare]. Stiu asta pentru ca am reusit sa sterpelesc ceva ieri [da, am avut curajul sa ies din camera, Mihai].

Ah, chemarea la mancare, music to my ears! Sunt nevoita sa va parasesc, datoria inainte de toate.
Va urez un Paste fericit, cu tot ce va doriti din ce nu este ilegal. Si

Hristos a înviat!

Vezi draga? Ala'i ou.

Cred ca faza cu degetele incrucisate nu a mers prea bine. Sau poate nu mi'am dorit exact ce trebuie.
Yah, too bad.

De 3 sau 4 zile oamenii aia lucreaza incontinuu la oul ala mare. Au stat zi si noapte, cred ca faceau cu schimburi, la 12 noaptea inca erau acolo si lucrau de zor. Eu nu am vazut atata activitate la pavarea trotuarelor. Si totusi au pierdut deampulea [ma scuzati] 4 zile sa lustruiasca, sa imbine si sa lipeasca un abtibild ceva cu negru si rosu pe un ou. Ou mare dar tot un ou.
Stii, eu nu cred ca Suceava ducea lipsa chiar de un ou.
Eu zic ca Suceava duce lipsa de oua. Ce rost are sa ai un singur ou mare? Eu zic ca primaria ar fi trebuit sa faca rost de mai multe oua mici. Adica oua de marime normala si sa le imparta la popor. "Poftiti! Cu ocazia sarbatorilor pascale stimatul nostru primar, Ion Lungu, va ofera oua!" Cum ar zice Popa: "Na, d'te dracu! Sa ai si tu cu ce.."
Si daca merge chestia asta ar trebui incercata si pe campaniile electorale. Sloganul ar putea fi: >Oua pentru popor!< >Na si tie un ou!< >Primarul Ion lungu va ofera oua! (vopsite)< etc.
Oamenilor le plac lucrurile gratis, este si un principiu de'al meu: never refuse free shtuff.
Chiar cred ca ar avea succes o astfel de campanie.

Si'mi place cum sta oul ala mare langa ceea ce ar trebui sa fie o biserica in miniatura si langa casutele alea mici cu tot felul de lucruri artizanale.
Cum, nu va'ti dat seama de metafora oferita de primarie?
Noi va dam un ou mare, biserica sta si se uita, iar voi faceti'va oale si ulcele in cocioabele oferite de noi.

Burn, baby, burn

Eu si Billy avem multe in comun. Se pare ca gandim asemanator.


Facem cheta de benzina?

Si ne dam foc reciproc.

16.04.2009

You don’t have to be tough every minute of every day.

It’s okay to let your guard down.

In fact there are moments when it’s the best thing you can possibly do.

But you should choose your moments wisely.

NOW.

This is an homage to all you faithful blog readers out there: You seriously need to get laid. Seriously.

I mean, I pour my thoughts and my life's little joys and sorrows and all my crap in here and you regularly read all my crap.

Seriously. Don't you have your own crap to worry about? I have enough crap. Enough to post every day.

You see, people that get laid don't really worry about other people's crap. Their only concern is how to get laid again. In a certain amount that is healthy. I would even call it necessary.

I have news for you: people that post regularly are frustrated people. They discharge their frustration by writing down all their crap. Again: in a certain amount, that is healthy.
Some even try to get laid through their posts, trying to get attention. It is kind of sad, yes.
I noticed that once you get laid your posts will become more and more scarce. The better the sex, the rarer the posts.

However, people that regularly read blogs are in a separate class on their own: they worry about getting laid. Yes, they do too. But before they go out there to get laid they stop at the computer. They check their e-mails. And then they decide to read the bookmarked blogs to see what's new.
You see, once you start reading a blog you will indubitably [I just had to use that word] end up reading more and more. And that ends up taking more and more time and the getting laid plans are postponed for an unmeasured period of time. You people occupy your time by bathing in other people's frustrations.
Yes, that is Way more sad.


Now if you actually got here, at this line, close to the ending of this post, you are in desperate need to get laid. You are a sad, sad person. You seriously need to get laid.
Go.
Now.
Get laid.

Seriously!

and again.

Wanting something doesn't make it real.

I just had to say that again.

No call.

Azi, maine si saptamana asta.

Incep acest post cu *fingers crossed* [si toate celelalte membre traditional de incrucisat] ; fapt cunoscut pentru cine.
Fac cinste cu un antinevralgic la returnare.

In alta ordine de idei:
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less."
In alte cuvinte: cei care s'au luat de The Fiery Cock rog sa regandeasca :D

Nu am nimic de facut, nothing, nada, rien, nicht adica 0.
Am o deschidere neobisnuita spre a spune adevarul in ultima perioada deci, cei interesati, va rog sa profitati pe cat posibil.

Nu, nu ma duc la faza aia cu dinozaurii because they suck.
Astept telefon diseara.
Si ma dor degetele de la prea multa incrucisare. *sigh*

Twitards

I have to admit: this is kinda sweet :)

And with this ocasion I thank Spiderwolf for supporting the AntiTwilight movement. We are all grateful :D

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