Halloween Party Photos!

Na ba luzharilor! ce-ati pierdut ca n-ati venit!!!

Dejectii...

Indopat cu Schopenhauer si scarbit de conditia mizera a  speciei umane, m-am gandit sa va mai lovesc cu una din dejectiile mele intelectuale. Azi, ca mai niciodata, limba engleza nu imi e suficienta sa imi vomit gandurile, sa le astern pe 'ast virtual papirus; parca simt nevoia sa scriu in limba in care am invatat primele mele injuraturi!
Nu stiu exact de ce, dar lumea m-a scos din sarite in utlima vreme... sa merg pe strada, inconjurat de semenii mei (mai mult sau mai putin egali mie) a fost un chin. Urasc stratificarea sociala si urasc sa vad un cacat cu 4 clase cum isi inveleste portofelul intr-un costum armani, in timp ce eu imi dramuiesc in fiecare zi banii de cafea, mancare si alte nimicuri, in drum spre facultate... Facultate la care aparent nu merg degeaba, pentru ca acum stiu sa fac diferenta dintre un individualist si un nenorocit de egoist si stiu ca eu sunt un individualist, pentru ca, desi nu o sa iti dau sa bei din cafeaua mea, si nu o sa imi impart sandwichul cu tine, macar nu o sa arunc paharul si ambalajul pe jos, pentru ca stiu ca si maine si poimaine si raspoimaine o sa trec pe acolo si nu o sa imi placa sa vad cum se aduna mormanul de gunoaie, pentru ca noua ne e prea greu sa mai facem 5 pasi pana la tomberon...
      In fine, dand cacaturile nesemnificative la o parte, incep sa imi dau seama cat de fericit sunt ca am doar 20 de ani, ca am cata viata vreau eu ianinte, ca nu imi este frica de ziua de maine, ca am prieteni, ca stiu sa ma distrez...ca CE VREI TU!! Am in fata doua exemple semnificative in viata mea...pe de-o parte o am pe maica-mea, si pe cealalta parte matusa-mea. amandoua au ajuns la varste la care viata devin monotona, cam indiferent ce ai face tu, apare rutina aia de cacat, care te macina nervos...rutina mi se pare mai cruda decat orice tortura, pentru ca te macina zilnic, cu aceeasi cruzime. De asta merg pe strada si vad oameni tristi, care au uitat sa mai zambeasca... Tot ce fac e sa se trezeasca odata cu desteptatorul, sa plece la munca, sa-si faca nenorociata aia de norma, sa se intoarca acasa, eventual dupa un mic ocol la piata, daca au copii sa-si vada de ei, daca nu au, sa incerce sa faca...    Revenind la exemplele de mai sus...ma uit la maica-mea si vad ca s-a plafonat, are 4...jceva de ani si ea singura recunoaste ca nu mai stie cum sa socializeze, ca la varsta mea, ca nu isi mai gaseste cuvintele, ca nu gaseste posibil sa se integreze intr-un grup de necunoscuti, ca e mult prea preocupata de impresia pe care o lasa, ca nu stie cum sa influenteze balanta aparentelor in favoarea ei...si pot sa contiunui asa la nesfarsit... Si tocmai, ca maica-mea nu e ceea ce as numi o incuiata...e genul de femeie careia ii place sa iasa in oras, la teatru, la opera, la un concert, la un festival, o galerie de arta, la o plimbare in parc si tot asa, dar interactiunea sociala se face muuult mai greu decat as face-o eu, spre exemplu, care fara nicio jena pot sa ma bag in orice discutie, fara sa ma tem ca imi va depasi nivelul de intelegere, chiar daca subiectul in cauza imi e necunoscut...    Apoi ma uit la a mea matusa, care la 3jceva de ani inca se mai zbate sa scape de monotonia "vietii de adult". Cu o mentalitate mult mai apropiata de a mea, ea parca mai are ceva sanse in lupta cu ceasul, parca nu are acea mentalitate tipica persoanelor care deja au o familie proprie mai complexa (ma refer la aparitia progeniturilor)... Si tot nu inteleg ce-i cu plafonarea asta...

Eu unul nu cred ca o sa ma maturizez vreodata, si nici nu o sa invat vreodata din greselile altora, pentru ca vreau sa traiesc suficient de mult incat sa le fac eu pe toate, sa ma fac de cacat, ca sa invat sa ma ridic iar. Probabil ca daca o sa am vreodata copii, nenorocitii aia mici o sa se maturizeze mai repede ca mine si o sa vada sensul vietii...ca eu acum nu il vad, ci doar simt. Ce simt? Asta nu stiu...simt TOT...bun rau, nu conteaza, acolo la gramda...si asta ma tine in viata...eu iubesc frica, iubesc neasteptatul...iubesc sa inchid ochii sa ma arunc in gol! Poate ca ar trebui sa incercati si voi asta, ca mai apoi sa vedeti cum va dispar ridurile, cum va creste pieptul, cum brusc aerul are alt gust si lumea isi schimba culorile din gri in ceva mult mai vibrant, mai agresiv, mai viu!

Vroiam sa mai continui cu cateva rgumente...dar mi-am dat seama ca nu as face decat sa arat intr-un mod foarte contrastual cat de bine o ducem noi astia "inca necopti la minte"... si sincer prefer sa raman asa, decat sa ies din casa si sa-mi uit zambetul in oglinda!
TRAIESTE BA!

Halloween Party!

Yeah, so me and my friends are getting ready for this Halloween costume party! I am almost finished with all the plannig, we have the location, we have the music, we have the costumes, now all we need is the money to buy the food and the drinks, aand it's paarteeey tiiimeeee :D
I can't wait, i'm so extasic about it, because i've been sweating my ass off organising this whole thing, for me and my friends and collegues! 

Heartbeat

A new playlist

enjoy

The morning playlist

That angel...was you

A fallen angel passed me by
Just a few days ago
And as it walked, our hands touched...
It was strange, an awkward moment...

That night, i was cold
I was alone, i was afraid
I was stoned, i was drunk
That night...was cold...

With my blinded mind
I walked the streets
Searchig for that angel...
Night, day, night...day...

The loneliness hurt,
The fear was growing
But the sun started to shine
And i saw you...

Alone, dressed in white,
You were sitting on my front steps
'Said you were alone
'Said you were afraid...

And that's when i knew
We were no longer to be alone,
We should no longer hurt...

And when i kissed you...
That's when i knew...
That angel...
Was you :)

Metal overdose

Another fucking monday...

00__00 "Monday...is the bastard son of death, and 8 am is a time of nothingness"
Deffinetly woke up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning! My room is cold as shit, i'm out of coffe, i have no fucking cigarettes, way too fucking lazy to make my own breakfast, but hungry as hell...
I'm supposed to leave soon, go to work, start the training...yay, cunt fucking wait! This seems like a fucking great day for science..NOT!


slipknot - people=shit
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You bitches are lucky i don't have a gun!

Random flowers (a macro story)

Today's playlist!

Hai sa ne dam!

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Playlist of the day

For when you wake up pissed and you have no vicinal person to punch. Work it out constructively

Photo(s) of the week!

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.

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?

Some cool songs

Photo of the week

Takin' my music with me...

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...

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...

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!

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!