Catch a dream.

Goodbye, blogger.com!

2007-05-26T04:34:00.000-07:00

M'am mutat.

Ma gasiti la: http://prinde-un-vis.nimic.org/

meh.

2007-05-25T08:04:00.000-07:00

Azi nu sunt eu. Azi sunt o alta Irina. Mai sictirita, mai stresata, mai nesimtita si mai nihilista. [poate cineva sa fie mai nihilist? sa presupunem ca da.] Sincer, nici nu stiu de ce. I'm just having a bad week.

So, just listen to the song. Don't worry, n'are legatura cu starea mea de sictireala.

2007-05-23T07:07:00.000-07:00

Hi. Me here. I hate you all.

I'll be reading Huxley now. You go forth and die. Kthxbye.

post number 61.

2007-05-22T11:06:00.000-07:00

Yay for prime numbers.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

Rudyard Kipling.

And a music survey. Oh, how very interesting.

1. What are you listening to right now?
Tristania - December Elegy.

2. What song makes you sad?
I don't really know. Probably HammerFall's Remember Yesterday.

3. What is the most annoying song in the world?
There are many.

4. Your all time favourite band?
I don't really know. I used to be really obsessed with Nightiwsh at some point in my existence. Now I just like a bunch of bands: Maiden, Guardian, Metallica, WT...

5. Your newly discovered band is?
Hmm....either Nanowar or Celtic Frost.

6. Best female voice?
Tarja Turunen back when she was a mezzo-soprano.

7. Best male voice?
Depends. Bruce, Sakis, Hansi, Tony...

8. Music type you find yourself listening to most?
Metal. Of many different kinds.

9. What do you listen to, to hype you up?
Iron Maiden - The Evil that Men Do

10. What do you listen to, to calm down?
The Bard's Song - in the Forest.

11. Last gig/concert you went to?
Blind Guardian. <3

12. Band you find yourself listening to the most right now?
Maiden, Guardian.

13. Most hated band?
I hate many many bands.

14. Song that makes you think?
Every song makes me think.

15. Band that you think the world should love as much as you do?
Everything. But mostly Bucovina.

16. Coolest music video?
High Hopes. [I'll have to go with Kath's answer on this one]

17. Music video with the most babe watch?
I dunno.

18. What "do you play/would you play" in the bedroom to spice things up?
My Dying Bride? XD

19. Can you play a musical instrument?
I have an acoustic guitar that I like to torture. Otherwise, I'm utterly talentless.

20. Ever been in a mosh pit?
Nope.

21. Are you in a band?
No.

23. Ever dated a musician?
Nope.

27. If no, would you consider?
If I happen to like that certain musician, yes.

28. Do you wish that you were a musician?
I wish I could be good at playing an instrument. I wouldn't really like the whole being on stage thing.

29. Best chick band you know of?
The Mediaeval Baebes, I guess. I don't really listen to chick bands.

30. Best guy band you know of?
Most bands I listen to are guy bands. And most of them rule.

31. Last song that you heard on the radio/cd...etc...?
I'm not sure. I think it was an Opeth song.

32. What do you think of Classical music?
Nice.

33. What do you think of Country music?
Give me a flame-thrower and I'll give a short demonstration.

34. What do you think of Death metal?
Yes, please.

35. Last BIG band that you saw live?
Blind Guardian.

36. Are you a groupie?
Nope.

37. Do you listen to music in foreign languages?
English, German, Norwegian, Finnish, Swedish, Latin, French, Spanish....

38. What famous musician would you like to fuck?
Not telling.

39. Worst concert moment?
The worst I can think of was a heavy rainfall.

40. Funny Concert moment?
”Want to hear some good ol’ rock and roll ?” - ”Then go somewhere else…we’re here to sing metal !”

41. Sad Concert moment?
I don't really know.

42. Best local act you can think of?
Bucovinaaaaaa, Negura Bunget [I'm not sure they still count as 'local', though], Phoenix, Iris, Cargo and a few more.

43. If you were a musical instrument what would you be?
A cello.

44. Do you listen to the radio?
Online radio.

45. Do you watch music TV?
VH1 Friday Rocks. But that's it.

46. Do you follow the music charts, like the top 40?
Last time I did that was 2 years ago. I do watch my last.fm charts though

47. Have you met any famous musicians?
Nope.

48. Are any of your friends/family etc musicians?
Friends - yes. Family - grandfather o.O

49. Song that best describes your feelings right now?
Korpiklaani - Pixies Dance.

50. Song that describes your life?
I have absolutely no idea.

51. Do you know the names of all the band members that you listen to?
No.

52. Does a musician’s physical attractiveness play a role in the music that you listen to?
Not really.

53. What famous musician do you want to marry?
Marriage? No thanks.

54. Favourite film soundtrack?
Many many many ^^

56. What do your parents listen to?
Dad: mostly progressive, and some jazz and classic rock.
Mom: Maiden, Rammstein, Therion and classic rock.

57. What are you listening to right NOW?
Vama Veche - Instructia II
*skip*
Lacrimosa - Ich Verlasse Heut' Dein Herz.

58. Do you wear band etc T-shirts?
Sometimes.

59. What do you think of people who do?
Nothing against them.

60. What music sub-culture do you feel like you belong to?
I don't know. I'm a mix of many. But I like to consider myself some sort of weird metalhead.

61. What song is stuck in your head right now?
Surprisingly, none.

62. Do you sing in the shower?
Yep.

63. If so, what? If not, why not?
Anything that pops into my head.

64. Would you rather marry a musician or be one yourself?
Be one. Durr.

65. What is in your walkman/discman right now?
Apocalyptica, Guardian, Bucovina, Children of Bo[re]dom, Rotting Christ, Maiden, Nightwish, WT, Epica, Diablo Swing Orchestra and loads of other stuff.

66. How important is your partners taste in music to you?
Rather important.
//Ooh. Number 66. 66*10+66%10=666 Norsk Arisk Black Metal!
Back to the question. Pretty important.

67. Hanson moves in next door to you, do you go introduce yourself, or do you arrange to beat them up?
I doubt I'd recognize them. Let's say I do. Chainsaw time! xD

68. Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll, you dig?
Maybe ;)

69. Do you cook to music?
I don't cook. But cooking to Behemoth sounds like fun.

70. Do you sing in the toilet?
"In" the toilet? As in "while standing in the toilet"? Mitä vittua?
I think I know a few people that do though.

2007-05-22T07:15:00.000-07:00

În fiecare zi ne batem joc
De pasări, de iubire şi de mare
Şi nu băgam de seamă ca in loc
Rămâne un deşert de disperare.

I'm far from being a romantic person, but this quote really impressed me. It's true, to some extent. Dreams and laughter and all those silly and apparently useless things have a place in our world. In everyone's world. Just try and imagine the world without them. Without hate, laughter, without anger and without love. Without fear and without bravery. Without any feelings whatsoever. I see that place as one of the dullest possible worlds. Sure, feelings can sometimes suck. But that doesn't mean we have to abolish them. They're the zest of life. Really, what would life be without them? Actually, it wouldn't really be life.

My Goodness, does this feel ever so weird. I'm actually writing about feelings. Me, the tactless, un-romantic and insensitive alien. Really, I am an alien. When it comes to this world. Certain Lacuna Coil lyrics come to mind. Two of them, actually. My world is unlike the one described there in many different aspects. Because it's mine. It's nobody else's.

lessthanthree.

2007-05-21T09:36:00.000-07:00

I was there. Front row. Oh my God. Blind Guardian are awesome.

Rainfall.

2007-05-20T03:27:00.001-07:00

Ploua. Sau a plouat. Mi'e prea lene sa deschid geamul si sa verific. Sa presupunem ca ploua.

It was about time. Imi place ploaia. Imi place sa ma uit cum cad stropii si imi place lumina blanda trecuta prin nori. Imi place sa ma plimb prin ploaie. Imi place sa stau degeaba si sa ma uit, sau sa ma gandesc la ploaie. Imi place cand dormi ascultand picaturile de ploaie.

Desigur, exista si momente in care nu'mi place ploaia. Ca de exemplu, vineri seara la Trooper. Oricum, trebuie sa recunosc ca headbangingu' in ploaie e incredibil. Chiar daca nu am eu parul destul de lung.

Se spune ca pe ploaie ar trebui sa fii melancolic. Un lucru pe care eu nu'l inteleg. De la ploaie esti calm, relaxat, impacat cu tine insuti, una cu natura, fericit sau ce mai vreti voi sa fiti. Okay, exista posibilitatea sa fii si melancolic, dar asta nu se aplica in cazul meu.

Nu e nimic mai bun decat o cana de ceai cald savurata in fata ferestri, privind ploaia. Ici-colo cate un om ratacit, cautand sa se adaposteasca. Uneori apar nebunii. Acei oameni care alearga, sar si danseaza in ploaie. Oameni ca mine. Cei ce nu se sperie de putina apa si cei pe care nu'i deranjeaza sa se ude pana la piele. Te utit la ploaie si asculti muzica de ploaie. Da, exista si muzica de ploaie. back, Regina Spektor, Lacrimosa, Tristania [dar numai pe furtuna], unele melodii de la Apocalyptica [vezi Faraway]. Desigur, mai sunt si Ivory Tower si Hotel Cismigiu si multe alte melodii de ploaie care nu pot fi ignorate. Daca ai noroc de o furtuna merge si un Lightning Strikes Twice.

E frumos cand privesti afara, spe o alta lume. Te uiti la fulgere si la nori, undeva, departe auzi ecourile unui tunet si nu realizezi cat de aproape esti de peisajul din fata ochilor tai.

lessthanthree.

2007-05-16T12:35:00.000-07:00

xkcd is t3h awesomeness.
PS: It's true. And yes, this is me being a filthy hotlinker.

thoughts.

2007-05-14T11:58:00.000-07:00

You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.
You have a peaceful mind, viewing the world with calm and serenity. To you, life is not about struggle and strife but about existence and co-existence.
You are creative, mentally active and industrious.
You feel morose and are prone to lethargy.

What does your drawing say about YOU?

I am peaceful? Calm and serenity? Co-existence? Uhmm....not really.
The rest of them are more or less true.
I like the idea of this quiz. Quite unlike the ones I've taken before.

Life is about struggle and strife. It's just like a play. The whole world is a great stage. But you don't know your lines, you don't get to rehearse. You simply improvise. And you have to try, as hard as you possibly can, to get it right from the first try. Because you're not going to get a second chance.
All the actors are there. Strangely enough, they're also the audience. It seems as though they all star in their very own play. Yet you focus on your own. Your lines, your expressions, your movement. Everything has to be perfect. Or, as close to perfection as possible.

But, if you sit and just think about it for a second, life is, in many ways, unlike a play. Theatre imitates life. It strives to do so. Everything is supposed to be realistic. The actors have to mimic life itself. Of course, all of them have lives of their own. Most of them do, at least. Yet, every single time, they take a certain aspect, a certain characteristic of life and try to imitate it. They have their rehearsals, they have their lines. They repeat them again and again, until they are near to perfection.

Life is a first hand experience. You don't get to rehearse and you don't get a second chance.

The world is a stage, life is improvisation.

More and more stuff.

2007-05-12T06:29:00.000-07:00

Once again, I am undecided. Adica iar nu stiu despre ce sa scriu. Adica stiu, dar nici unul [se scrie in doua cuvinte fiindca asa vreau eu, and I am above grammar] dintre topicurile mele nu merita un post numai si numai pentru el. Asa ca le punem pe toate la gramada.

ScribeFire
Ruleaza. Imi place Firefox, imi plac extensiile si imi place ScribeFire. De ce? Pentu ca nu mai trebuie sa ma enerveze blogger.com de fiecare data cand vreau sa scriu ceva. Scrii direct din browser si *poof* you have a new blog entry. Dar ma enerveaza faptul ca pune chestia aia cu "Powered by ScribeFire" la sfarsitul posturilor. Cel putin pot sa postez si pe blogger, si pe LJ si unde imi mai vine mie cheful sa scriu.

Versuri.

Mi s-a parut un simplu joc
Visam si ma scufundam in stari amare
Nu faceam din deprimare o stare
Chiar daca lumea n-avea culoare
Nu imi pasa
Sau poate nu ma interesa.

Partea in care eu vorbesc despre mine la persoana a treia.
Irina s'a plictisit. Nu mai are chef de aproape nimic si crede ca soarele si plopii conspira impotriva ei. Irina uraste soarele. E stralucitor si calduros. De fapt, uraste caldura. Ar vrea sa traiasca un loc unde e mai rece, unde sa ninga mai des si vara sa fie ca o primavara. Si acum ea crede ca nimeni nu va mai intelege nimic din aceste spuse spuse de ea la persoana a treia. dar Irinei nu ii prea pasa. Cel putin, nu acum.

Opera pseudo-lirica.
Aceasta ar trebui sa fie o poezie.
Ce altceva ar putea sa fie?
Doar e in versuri.
Si toata lumea stie ca,
Daca e in versuri, e poezie.
Insa eu nu sunt poeta.
Nici macar nu stiu de ce scriu aceasta chestie.
Aceasta pesudo-poezie.
Chiar, am vreun motiv?
Dar iti trebuie un motiv ca sa faci ceva?
De cate ori ai facut ceva fara motiv?
Probabil ca de multe ori.
Doamne, ce poezie aberanta.
Uite ca se termina. Ce bine.
Sau poate ca nu se termina.
Gata, acum s'a terminat pe bune.

Partea despre pufuleti si Blind Guardian.
Vreau pufuleti cu caramele. Adica un fel de pufuleti cu glazura de caramea. Probabil ca s'ar lipi de dinti. Dar ar fi buni. Trebuie sa gasesc pe cineva care sa faca pufuleti cu caramele.
Si am un wallpaper nou. See?

Si....am terminat....cred....

Some kind of horror story.

2007-05-11T13:20:00.001-07:00

Nu vrei. Pur si simplu nu exista nimic care sa te convinga sa deschizi ochii. Insa ii deschizi, involuntar. Ca si cum de undeva, cineva ti-ar fi ordonat sa ii deschizi. Te prefaci ca nu ai ochii deschisi. Te prefaci ca nu vezi. Dar vezi. Vezi totul. Mult prea vast si mult prea clar. Nu mai poti sa ignori ce se afla in fata ta. Insa nu vrei sa crezi. Nu poti sa accepti ce se afla in fata ochilor tai.

A horrible image. Etched into your retina. Burned onto your optic nerve. You cannot fight it, you cannot ignore it. Not this time. It's right there, in front of you. It's blatantly obvious, yet something deep inside you refuses to admit it. No, you did not do it. You can't have. You aren't capable of such a thing. Yet it seems that you are. Looking around, trying desperately to locate an object common enough to restore normality, your eyes fall on a mug of coffee. Maybe it was there before, but you can't remember. you can't seem to remember anything that happened before. And you chose to ignore what happened afterwards. You refuse to think of he future. Only the present exists. Only now. Nothing more, nothing less. Reaching out, your fingers meet the now cold material. Lifting the mug, it feels heavy. Heavier than anything. As if it were filled with all the emotion and the suspense of previous moments. With tremendous effort, you manage to lift it high enough to take a sip. The lukewarm contents are slowly sliding down. Your memories are sliding into sweet oblivion. You put the mug down. What once was off white, now is red. Deep red. Horrid images rush into your mind lighting fast, but slow enough to be perfectly seen. You have been dying to forget, yet you can't. How could one forget such a deed? but still you try. Crawling into the deep, dark corners of your mind, you try. Hoping that you will forget, you drown in your own thoughts, in your own memories, in the images that lie in front of you. Nothing seems right any more. You're losing the grip. You've lost control.

The police were surprised to find not one, but two dead bodies, lying in the abandoned warehouse on Acacia Avenue, not far from the Uxbridge underground station. The cause of this murder-suicide still remains a mystery to The Yard. The murderer, a working class citizen of Greater London, claimed, in a death note written shortly before he strangled himself, to have been under some kind of mind control. More details in the news at 5 PM.

parampampam.

2007-05-09T10:50:00.001-07:00

Lets start a fire, biggest one you've ever seen.

I'll bring the matches, you bring the gasoline.

Nu, nu-mi plac Exodus. Dar imi plac aceste doua versuri <3

It's almost summer. I hate summer. I hate my allergies, I hate the insects, I hate the heat and I hate the sun. Especially the sun. It doesn't go well with boots and black tees. I think I'll just walk around with a parasol. but that would look incredibly weird. I need to buy a purple parasol.

thoughts and stuff.

2007-05-08T12:07:00.000-07:00

Omul începuse să vorbească singur...
Şi totul se mişca în umbre trecătoare -
Un cer de plumb de-a pururea domnea,
Iar creierul ardea ca flacăra de soare.

Nimic. Pustiul tot mai larg părea...
Şi-n noaptea lui amară tăcuse orice cânt, -
Şi-nvineţit de gânduri, cu fruntea în pământ,
Omul începuse să vorbească singur...

Nu credeam ca o sa imi placa vreodata un poet roman. Dar Bacovia imi place. Uneori. Pentru ca uneori are dreptate.
Nu o sa comentez poezia de mai sus. Fiecare o poate intelege in felul lui. Nu am de unde sa stiu la ce s'a gandit poetul si chiar n'am chef sa va explic ce cred eu.
Uneori e greu sa explici ceva. Si ajungi la concluzia ca nu exista destule cuvinte cu care sa dai o forma inteligibila imaginatiei tale.

Lumea se duce de rapa. Chiar mai vrei argumente? Gandeste'te putin. Vei gasi destule. din pacate, nu avem un backup copy, asa ca va trebui sa ne multumim cu asta. Asa ca, te rog, incearca sa schimbi lumea. Fa o lume mai buna. Fiindca eu nu ma mai obosesc sa incerc. Eu am zidul meu. Nu pot sa spun ca ma ascund mereu dupa el. Dar e acolo. E zidul meu, cu visele mele, cu o lume care inca imi place.

Tot mai tăcut si singur
În lumea mea pustie --
Si tot mai mult m-apasă
O grea mizantropie.

Tot Bacovia. Si asta sunt tot eu. Just as bizarre as in te last paragraph. Really, why can't any of my posts be readable? And why aren't they all in English? Maybe it's because I'm not user friendly. Hmm...I'm right. And I'm talking to myself again. Why? Because I like speaking to my favourite person in the world. and no, I'm not narcissistic. I'm just better than you.

Uneori ma intreb daca n'ar fi mai bine sa fac lucruri folositoare societatii? Adica sa nu'mi desenez pentagrame pe unghii in timp ce rad de pixelii cat godzilla. Adica, in timp ce rad de prostia omeneasca. Oamenii prosti sunt funny, daca nu intri in contact direct cu ei. Si se mai mira lumea de ce stau eu in casa. Decat afara cu toti idiotii aia, mai bine aici unde e safe, unde pot sa ascult muzica fara sa mi se descarce ipodu', unde pot sa ma asez si sa scriu daca am chef. Si unde pot sa citesc fara sa se holbeze lumea la mine.

Hehe. Rosu aprins. In sfarsit scuipa si playeru meu ceva care merita ascultat. Adica o melodie de care am chef. Ca mai toate merita ascultate la un moment sau altul.

Fix cand mi'am regasit si eu buna dispozitie, se gaseste sa ma enerveze un looser de pe yahoo. Ia ca dispar eu de acolo. Ma gasiti pe MSN sau pe Skype. Whatever.

Daca as fi ceva mai vesela acum, as spune carpe diem. Dar nu sunt vesela. Don't seize the day. You'll just get annoyed and maybe even get a kick in the arse. Or worse, you'll end up like me. Misanthropic and generally annoyed with the world and with society.

Go and listen to Metallica. Else, you will suffer a most painful death.

PS: Suksi vittuun, blogger.com! Incearca omu sa posteze ceva de pe ScribeFire si nu poate.

stupid question.

2007-05-06T11:43:00.001-07:00

I know I'm being really narrow-minded here, but how can somebody not like vodka?

Self-portait.

2007-05-05T12:36:00.000-07:00

Title.

2007-05-04T10:36:00.000-07:00

Probabil ca la asta nu va asteptati. ~~Voi, cei aproximativ 5 cititori.~~

Uneori chiar ma intreb de ce mi'ar citi cineva aberatiile. Adica, nu par destul de interesante si incep sa isi piarda din putina lor genialitate odata cu trecera timpului.
But, do I really care? I probably do, since I'm writing about it.
It's dark outside. But not the Edgar Allan Poe kind of darkness. It's the go to obscure cafés kind of darkness. Oh yes, glorious coffee. I'd settle for Starbucks right now. I know, not obscure and bohemian, but I want to try it. I love fruity coffees with odd flavours. When it comes to coffee, I love the extremes. Either the blackest of black espressos, or the fruitiest of frappuccinos.
At times I wish I could draw. Not my insane doodlings, but actual drawings. I want to carry a sketchpad around and be able to draw everything I see.
But I still think photography is better. A photographer is the one that seeks perfection. He is the one that chooses to immortalise a certain millisecond in time. He is the one that craves perfection...the right amount of light, the beautiful colours, the breathtaking composition. And, of course, in a photograph, alongside reality, lies a small, nearly invisible part of one's soul. Because that's what photographers do. They sell their souls to the illusion of perfection. Some achieve it, some do not, but they all know that he perfect photograph is the one that reflects one's feelings, one's thoughts and desires, one's dreams.
Ironically, this oddball of a blog entry doesn't have a photograph. Probably because, with all this talking about perfection, I failed to find the perfect picture. Some are pretty close, some simply don't fit the context, and some are just random soulless snapshots.
Hmm...what else can I say? Nothing at the moment. I'll probably say something later. If I can get my brain out of stand by mode.

Hermannstadt.

2007-05-03T06:13:00.000-07:00

Within Temptation si My Dying Bride vor concerta sambata, 16 iunie, in Piata Mare din Sibiu, iar Anathema vor urca pe scena vineri, 15 iunie, la ARTMANIA Festival 2007.

Astfel, ziua de vineri, 15 iunie, ii va avea ca invitati pe Celelale Cuvinte, Haggard, iar capul de afis al zilei vor fi britanicii de la Anathema.

Sambata 16 iunie, va fi o zi incarcata de evenimente: pe scena de la Sibiu vor urca Cargo, Tarot, The Gathering, My Dying Bride si mult asteptatul cap de afis de la ARTMANIA Festival 2007, Within Temptation.

Ultima zi a festivalului, duminica, va fi dedicata rock-ului romanesc, cu Iris si Vita de Vie.

Nu mai e mult. :D
Parca mi'a mai trecut si din sictireala.

E ciudat cum poti sa uiti de toate grijile. Si e la fel de ciudat ca iti aduci aminte de ele dupa cateva secunde, speri sa uiti din nou, dar nu mai reusesti.
Si apoi te gandesti daca nu ar fi mai bine sa faci ceva folositor, dar o parte din tine nu vrea. Pur si simplu refuza sa accepte realitatea.

Universul e impartit in doua. Intr-o parte e lumea mea, cu ale ei vise si cu muzica si vodka si stele si pomi infrunziti. Insa, in cealalta parte e o lume mult mai ciudata, uratia, gri si dureros de reala. Dar cele doua nu sunt prea bine delimitate. Iar eu sunt undeva pe la mijloc. Nici vesela, nici trista. doar enervata de situatia in care ma aflu.

Am luat visele tuturor
Si le'am rupt in mii de fragmente
Ca sa fac sapun de vise
Si sa'l pastrez doar pentru mine
//Eventual sa mai dau si prietenilor.

Am facut baloane de sapun,
Care de fapt sunt baloane de vise
Si le'am vazut cum se ridica spre cer
Si cum sclipeau in lumina lunii.
In lumea mea nu e niciodata soare.

Am vazut cum toate s'au spart
Si cum s'a ales praful de visele mele.
Atunci mi'am dat seama de greseala mea
Apoi m'am intrebat ce sa fac cu visele ramase.
Mai aveam cateva, nu se dusesera toate.

Am impletit vise colorate
Si am facut o frangie plutitoare
Care sa ma duca pana la cer
Sau poate pana la mare.
//Am facut o rima fara sa vreau.

Am urcat incet pe frangia de vise
Si m'am uitat in jos, razand.
Ce frumoasa e lumea de sus
Poate ca o sa'mi fie dor de ea...
Si iar am cazut pe ganduri.

De data asta am cazut la propriu
Iar gandurile, in zborul lor
M'au dus departe, nici eu nu stiu unde.
Asta incerc acum sa aflu
Unde sunt, pe ce lume traiesc.

Vise mai am destule
Pot sa fac ce vreau din ele.
Acum am facut un caiet de fizica
Si ma apuc de invatat.
Wish me luck.

Bits of lyrics.

2007-05-02T12:24:00.000-07:00

Reaching the bind of insanity.
Discover the origin of dreams.
Are you unforgiven too?
In a brave new world.
Ich hatte den perfekten Traum.
See the red light in my eyes.
We are afraid of all the things that could not be.
Our dream ended long ago.
Wish for what you never had.
She speaks in third person so she can forget that she's me.
All the sweetness and all the fun.
I was born in another world.
Am ende des Lichts.
I am a traveller of both time and space.
Sit and drink pennyroyal tea.
Another crucifixion for another holy war.
La bellezza del paese di Galilei.
Of passion too and of terror.
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
Where enough is not the same it was before.

blablabla.

2007-05-01T11:13:00.000-07:00

Aici trebuia sa scriu ceva interesant, dar mi-am pierdut inspiratia pe drum.

Did you ever touch the starlight?
Dreamed for a thousand years?
Have you ever seen the beauty
Of a newborn century?

Stuff.

2007-04-25T13:40:00.001-07:00

Meh, chestie luata de pe un blog oarecare.

De ce am bloguit sau de ce am inceput sa bloguiesc?

Sincera sa fiu, din cauza nevoii mele de aberat. Caietul de romana incepuse sa se umple cu chestii relativ interesante pe care nu le citea nimeni si m-am gandit ca ar fi dragut sa am un loc unde sa le postez. Asta era cam acum doi ani pe LiveJournal. Dupa vreo 6 luni, cativa oameni chiar au inceput sa citeasca tampeniile mele si am inceput sa scriu din ce in ce mai multe. Cateva bloguri noi au fost create, iar majoritatea au fost condamnate stergerii.

Daca e sa ma refer la blogul asta exclusiv, am inceput sa-mi expun aberatiile aici deoarece gasisem un template dragut si cautam un pretext sa-l folosesc.

De ce scriu in continuare ?

Pentru ca imi place sa scriu, si pentru ca inca mai am destule de spus.

De ce o sa continui sa scriu ?

Nu stiu. Poate ca, intr-un viitor nu tocmai indepartat, nici nu o sa mai scriu. Nu pot privi in viitor si momentan nici nu vreau sa'mi uzez neuronu' gandindu-ma daca peste doi ani o sa mai bloguiesc sau nu.

Cum bloguiesc ?

Pai, depinde. Uneori scriu chestii de-a dreptul aberante, alteori sunt usor filozofice, iar multe sunt pur si simplu chestii comune care nu intereseaza pe nimeni. Uneori scriu in engleza, alteori in romana, sometimes in-between.

Cat bloguiesc ? As vrea sa bloguiesc mai mult ?

Bloguiesc cat pot. Daca incerc, pot scrie si mai mult. Depinde de cat de obosit e neuronu'. Daca as dormi mai mult, probabil ca as fi in stare sa scriu mai mult.

Cand bloguiesc ?

Cand am despre ce scrie. Doar n'o sa scriu in fiecare zi despre cum imi antrenez neuronu' la scoala.

// Neuronu' AKA ză neuron e singurul care a supravietuit antrenamentului. E un neuron spartan!

As I was saying, bloguiesc cand vreau si cand am despre ce scrie.

Pentru cine bloguiesc ?

Pentru mine, evident. Aa, si pentru cei [maxim] 5 cititori ai mei.

Unde bloguiesc ?

Home. Am postat de cateva ori si din laboratorul de info, dar de obicei la scoala n'am timp si nici chef de blogarit.

Pentru ce bloguiesc ?

Ca sa-mi exercit libertatea de exprimare si dreptul la opinie. Sau doar ca sa ard gazul.

2007-04-24T11:41:00.000-07:00

Finnish

Someone or something that has relation to or origin from Finland.

Santa Claus, IRC, saunas, Nokia cell phones, ammonium chloride, Nightwish, and other things are Finnish.

What do Santa Claus, saunas, suicides, IRC, ammonium chloride, vowels with lots of cute dots on them, reindeer, Nokia cell phones, and gold-medalist ski jumpers who have recently turned into porn stars all have in common? That's right -- they're all Finnish! Who needs sexist languages such as English when Finnish provides the gender-neutral word hän, which translates as "he or she"? Finnish (or Suomi) is also a much more compact language than English:

You will be able to have some of my apples = Saat omenoitani.

Adica, Finland rulzz. We love Finland, don't we? I know I do. And I think most of you love it. If not, at least you love Finlandia.

Finnish things I love:

ruska
Karjala
Finlandia
Kossu
the Finnish language
the lakes
their swearwords
coffee; I know, not Finnish, but the Finns drink lots of coffee.

Lipsa de ocupatie.

2007-04-23T12:28:00.000-07:00

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

BTW, asta e postul cu numarul 42. And we all know that the answer is 42.

I am happy.

2007-04-22T11:34:00.001-07:00

Mestec guma, beau bere dintr-un pahar cu floricele si ma uit la filmul cu Pink Floyd. I am happy.

Vreau.

2007-04-22T10:52:00.001-07:00

Vreau wordpress. Si vreau si eu un host mai normal. Pin 'normal' intelegand moca, fara pop-ups and ads and all that crap si care sa ma lase sa pun liniute la username. Fiindca http://prindeunvis.ceva.com ar arata aiurea.
Nu, nu ma rog de nimeni. Doar ma plang.

The wall.

2007-04-22T09:32:00.000-07:00

You know, when you dream, everyone thinks that you're dreaming of someone. Why is that? You can dream of a time and a place, a certain situation or a certain moment in history. You can dream of a song, you can dream of a poem, you can dream of the perfect photograph. Or you can simply dream. Thinking of things that do not belong in your world, imagining, living a parallel life. Well, that only happens when you dream a lot. You build a wall around yourself. A wall of dreams.

You are safe now. Nobody can break through your wall, nobody can enter your world. At least, that's what you think. You've formed your own world. Everything seems to be perfect, but is it?

At a certain moment in time, you will want something else. You will grow tired of your perfect little universe behind your indestructible wall. But then, you'll find yourself caught up in your own dreams, unable to escape. you have built an indestructible wall, sentenced to live in it.

Yes, you have sentenced yourself to solitude. You're living in your own glass bubble, behind your own brick wall. you live in your own world, but you are alone.
In the end, you'll grow to accept it. You may even be amazed my the pure genius of your plan. You will grow to be fascinated by your own ideas and you will be happy to be alone. More time to think, more time to reflect, to be your self without anyone there to judge you.

But, when you are your happiest, your brick wall will start to crumble. You try to stop it from collapsing into millions of pieces, but you can't help it. One way or another, they will break through your seemingly indestructible brick wall.

And you'll be out in the open. Maybe you will try to build another wall, and another, and another, each of them collapsing and leaving you in the middle of a world that you know is not yours. Maybe you may give up, you will learn to accept the fact that one can't go around building walls without them being destroyed.

Face it, they will destroy it eventually. You can't live surrounded by a brick wall, whether you like it or not.