Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The "feel good" song

I heard that those songs are made to really make you feel good! If that's true or not, you tell me...
Each of the gray bars is  a playlist, so just hit the "next song" button and check it out.









Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Upon elections

Well...soon we will have to vote for a new President and this is kind of bullshit, because now, we are led by the romanian version of G.W. Bush, but the only problem is: we have no fucking Obama! And the worst part is that our political system is a complete mess...nobody seems to care of anything else but his own ass! It kinda makes me wonder...exactly what kind of regim "reigns" upon our "mioritical plais"... Making some research i came upon the most important forms of govement nowadays...aaand digging some more, i even managed to find a way to explain them, so even the most mentally challenged would understand...
Here goes nothing!

FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

LIBERTARIAN/ANARCHO-CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.


Now...back to my earlier questions...where the fuck do we fit?

The Brute and The Beast

The Brute!








The Beast!




Got the ideea?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Medieval love story

As rays of sun came upon
Your glowing eyes and blushing face,
I knew we were there
For our last embrace.

Me, thy Knight in shiny armour,
I'm getting ready,
I'm going to war...
Fighting thy war, defending thy honour.

My blade is sharp
And my bow is ready,
My mind is numb,
But my hand is steady

To this day i had hope
To one day be thy king,
And now, all my desire
Is to die with honour, for thou.

I see, i saw, i know now
That we can never be,
For i am thy Warrior,
And thou are my Queen...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

RE: Freedom



Here's my knowledge of freedom: on the top of the world, above everything, breathing the morning air, basking into the fresh sunlight, feeling the morning wind scar your face... Few things are more rewarding, to me, than the feeling of being so close to the skies... Alone or with friends, it doesn't really matter, the mountain is my brother, my god, my savoiur...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Freedom?


I believe the picture is suggestive enough, no other explanation needed...

Pink...and lots of it!



Mergeam pe Republicii azi, cu castile in urechi, ii dadeam la greu pe heavy metal, cand brusc ma izbeste un miros atat de...roz incat aproape m-a doborat din picioare. Si in mintea mea deja eram WOW!SHIT! Cine dracu s-a scaldat in ligheanul cu parfum?? Imi continui drumul linistit, doar ca sa ma izbesc de un zid de...ROZ! Mie imi place negrul...am o duzina de tricouri negre si chiar le port, dar pe langa asta am si camasi albe, albastre...mai port si hanorace de diverse culori and whatever...In fata mea tropaia o specie mai speciala de pitzipoanca. The fucking pink flamingo! Toace cui,bineinteles ca roz, strampi roz, mini-fusta roz (adica de la buric pana la solduri) si putin mai sus de buric falfaia o bucata de carpa roz, oarecum mulata pe niste sani probabil umflati cu pompa, iar de jgheaburile plapande, cu terminatii unghioase (evident, roz) atarna o gentuta...alba :)) . Pupilele mele erau in agonie, asa ca am hotarat sa trec in fata ei si sa imi vad de drum, dar nu inainte de a ma holba ca un nesimtit la sanii ei (i'm a fucking man and i'm going to ogle as much as i want to)... sincer nici nu i-am vazut fata, dar pot sa jur ca buzele ei erau roz, oricum, mi-am intors privirea si i-am dat la drum in continuare, dar tre sa recunosc ca mintea mi-a luat-o putin la fuga...ma gandeam oare ce culoare are telefonul ei(roz?), sau daca potentialul posesor al unui asemenea specimen raspunde la apelativul de "iubi meu pufos si...roz", daca are deja cliche-icul chiuaua, arhi-necesar pitzipoancelor de genul, sau daca lenjeria ei intima e tot...roz
Tot deliarand am inceput sa ma intreb ce fel de personalitate ar avea una ca asta, cat de superficiala poate fi, ce idealuri, ce aspiratii ar putea avea...Iar apoi, raspunsul m-a izbit brusc! O personalitate de cacat, probabil, imposibil de ajuns la ea fara o masina de macar 15.000euro, marele ideal ar fi...nu stiu, poate o pereche de unghii impodobite cu cateva cristale Swarovski si un tip cu super multi bani si juma de metru de pula (oups!)...
Mda...exact genul de tipa care as vrea sa o vad in masina langa mine, infipta in scaunul pasagerului, intrata prin parbriz, pe niste riffuri de chitara care ar face un copil mic sa planga.. DA! chiar detest tipele astea, care incearca sa isi ascunda adevarata fata sub un perete de fond de ten, speriate sa isi deschida altceva decat picioarele...Si nu vreau sa aud comentarii de genul: esti judgemental, ipocrit si misogin! Cand o sa imi faca cineva cunostiinta cu o "diva a rozului", dispusa sa iasa in oras cu un tip care o arde cu bike-ul, nu cu un Q7, careia sa nu-i fie frica sa rada la bancurile mele si care se multumeste cu un sandwich de la ando's nu cu o cina la Aro Palace (si asta fara se simta kitchoasa) atunci o sa recunosc ca am gresit...dar hei..cum asta nu o sa se intample, eu nu o sa imi schimb parerea...raman in continuare la filmuletul cu rifful de chitara, capul infipt in tetiera si parbrizul spart...
Apropo! Daca melodia s-a terminat si tu nu ai termiant de citit, ia lectii!

Friday, September 18, 2009

A new beginning!

This is my new and hopefully improved blog. I hope you'll like it, read it, and share it with your friends!

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