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

Please visit: http://twitards.blogspot.com/

Thoata lumea manutzele siuuuus !

Preluat de la cretzu [http://www.ceilalti.ro/cretzu/] care a preluat de pe supertzeapa.org [da, oameni buni, blogosfera functioneaza] :

O meserie, poate si singura, care e mai tare decat sculer matritier e DJ. Si e mega trendy sa fii Dj, e aproape la fel de tendy ca metrosexualii sau cititul de carti din alea cu “100 de lucruri pe care nu le stiai despre femei”. Carti care defapt sunt scrise de femei si se adreseaza oricum doar femeilor, pentru ca daca esti barbat nu te intereseaza mai mult de 5 lucruri despre femei, da nu putea sa fie o carte “Doua lucruri despre femei”, sa aiba 2 pagini si restu poze cu pizde. Nici un articol fara discriminare!

Asa… si ziceam de Dj, ca-i cea mai prolifica meserie in vreme de criza, ca asa trebuie sa zici acum, indiferent ce se intampla trebuie sa zici ceva de criza desi tu esti un pulalau prost indiferent de situatia financiara globala. De ce nu vin Dj-ii cu un CD cu mp3`uri de acasa gata selectate? Tot tre sa se prefaca ca lucreaza ceva, ca nu pot sta asa deampulea plictisiti si asteptand sa vina cate o pizda beata sa aiba o preferinta muzicala.

Si-s doua tipuri astia. Aia care mereu sunt suparati. Cumva ca ei fac ceva super important acolo, ei sunt la munca nu la distractie. Si stau cu o mana pe casca asa, doar pe o ureche si mereu parca-i deranjeaza ceva. Ar fi total uncool sa-si puna castile normal. Oricum fac asta pentru ca tre sa tina ocupata si cealalta mana, cu prima e destul de simplu sa dai mai tare si mai incet. Ei au impresia ca mixeaza ceva si tre` sa aiba ocupatie. Vin cu un maldar de CD-uri cand ar putea sa aiba unul singur. Oricum pun mereu aceleasi piese de kkt.

Al doilea tip sunt aia care-s mereu fericiti. Se fac ca butoneaza ceva si totusi au timp sa se si distreze. E megapetrecere, uitati-va la mine, eu pun muzica la aceasta petrecere minunata. Deobicei astia-s in cluburi din alea in care doar ei se distreaza si vreo doua animatoare obosite. Eternul vis feminin, sa fii imbracata in niste zdrente si sa te vada toata lumea ca dansezi UNDEVA SUS ! Nu pot sa fii la acelasi nivel cu toata lumea. Wow, dansezi pe o boxa, stii boxele sunt niste cutii mari prin care iese zgomotul si tu dansezi pe ele ! Muritorii danseaza pe dusumea. Voiam sa folosesc cuvantul asta.

Si din cauza ca un singur om nu era deajuns sa faca o treaba atat de complicata, adica sa puna un CD intr-un player si sa apese pe buton, a mai aparut si ala care vorbeste ceva la microfon. Nu poate sa faca asta tot ala care pune muzica, e uncool, ca el e mult prea ocupat cu selectarea pieselor. Si asta care le zice la microfon are mereu o voce dubioasa si-o intonatie de kkt. Nu poate vorbi normal, nu te poti distra daca ti se vorbeste normal. Si el mereu te indeamna sa faci chestii. Cumva tu esti prea prost sa stii sa te distrezi singur, trebuie sa-ti zica el. ”Si acum ne distram” Zi sa mori tu ! Eu poate nu vreau sa ma distrez, poate am venit doar asa. Sau sunt Cornel Dinu care nu rade niciodata ! Defapt astia-s masoni… si-ti introduc mesaje subliminale printre celelalte. ”Hai toata lumea mainile sus, mancati de la Mc Donalds, e super distractie in seara asta, pasaport biometric, haideti sa facem trenuletul pe aceasta piesa de conductori, implantati-va cipul”. Si el nu zice TRENULETUL zice TRENULETOH. Foloseste ”Da” dupa toate propozitiile sa se valideze singur. ”Trenuletoh , da”. Simte nevoia sa precizeze LOCUL ”Trenuletoh, acolo, da” . In primul rand nu exista nici un trenulet, sunt doar niste oameni care se tin de shale, apoi vezi ca folosesti doua cuvinte degeaba. De ce “DA” ?! Vedem cu totii acel asa zis trenulet si mai ales ca el se afla ACOLO. MC-ii astia au absolut toti aceeasi voce. Sunt curios daca-i un fel de intelegere intre ei. Se intalnesc toti intr-un loc, ritualic asa, cu mantie din aia lunga, eventual niste beteala la gat si discuta pe teme de Dj. Probabil sunt multi care doar ravnesc la privilegiu asta, dar nu pot ca-s rârâiti sau ceva.



'Vai draga dar nu vrei sa merem in marathooon?'
Nu.

Pork.

"If you're going to turn into a pig, my dear," Alice said seriously, "I'll have nothing more to do with you."

Except maybe some pork. Pork is good. Who cares if it makes you fat?

Mad.

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

Sorry, but I really have to put more emphasis on this: we're All out of our puny little minds.

It's said that human beings are the only rational creatures and well, I disagree. I consider human beings the creatures with the least amount of rationality of all.

An irrational world:
The smartest people are the ones that make the biggest mistakes.
The ones you love manage to hurt you more than your worst enemies.
You push one way, the other one pushes in the other, and we all know that equals 0 movement in any direction.

Pointless.
Mad.
And I'm rambling.

Playing naked poker on a mushroom

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

So we're all mad. So please, throw your rational mumbo-jumbo in the ecological trashbags and let's be all mad together! Tear your clothes off! Get drunk with Pepsi! All the tiramisu icecream you can eat! And be happy you can do it!

Happy happy Joy joy!! :))

Deep down the rabbit hole.

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where --' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.

What do you need more than a spoonful of free will and a road in front of you?
Hy, I'm Alice. :)
Join me in Wonderland?

Ahem ahem.

Zi epica. Ma refer la ieri. Azi e doar... zi. Ahem, McDonald's, cetate si Tatarasi :D Ce poti cere mai mult?
O preumblare pe la casa cu 75 de grade... Nu e deal fara 75 de grade. Dezamagita totusi ca nu am facut cunostiinta cu The Fiery cock :))
Yeah, maybe some other time :D
Bere, napolitane si apa de la robinet.

Ah, si m'am hotarat sa vad dinozaurii veniti la noi in oras :D

Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human.

We have to sweep today’s possibilities under tomorrow’s rug


until we can’t anymore,


until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant:


That knowing it better than wondering.


That waking is better than sleeping.


And that even the biggest failure,


even the worst, most intractable mistake,


beats the hell out of never trying.


But as human beings sometimes it’s better to stay in the dark.


Because, in the dark, there may be fear,


but there’s also hope.

Yet so admirable..

Ok, so yeah, I love this song.
I'll scream it while I think of you.


Movie's also great.

Hm. Maybe next year.

I used to hope for the apocalypse.


Now there's no hope at all.

Happy happy Joy joy. [part two]

Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know. At the end of the day the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

Happy happy Joy joy.

Gratitude. Appreciation. Giving thanks. No matter what words you use it all means the same thing: Happy. We’re supposed to be happy, grateful. For friends, family.. Happy to just be alive.

Either we want it or not.

Death in a box.

Can you mail me PI?
A baby's first word?
A blank stare?
Happiness?





What about the internet?
Or a piece of mind?
Or..