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.

Bucoviiiinaaa inimaaa meaaa.

2007-04-21T12:58:00.000-07:00

Melodie care ma obsedeaza.

Me.

2007-04-20T12:59:00.001-07:00

Irina. Eleva in clasa a noua, intensiv icformatica. Adica o informaticiana in devenire. De asemenea, profesionista in arta frecarii mentei. Poarta mult prea multe bratari. Are parul mov. Bine, nu tot. Ar trebui sa se mai vopseasca. Ar face asta daca nu si'ar fi dat toti banii pe carti. Ii plac cartile. Mai ales cele SF. Si literatura engleza. De obicei citeste in engleza. Insa, uneori mai citeste si in romana. E inevitabil, doar traim in Romania. Uneori scrie si in engleza, mai ales de obicei. Este obsedata de Finlanda, cafea, muzica buna, mai nou de Che Guevara si Adolf Hitler. Nope, she's not a nazi. Just an anarchist. and an agnostic atheist. Is very keen on computers, photography, history of religion, reading and making her own bracelets. Considers sleep to be a waste of time, and tries to avoid it by all means possible, but fails miserably at doing so. Apparently she likes to write about herself.

<STIRE>
O eleva din clasa a noua a unui liceu de prestigiu bucurestean si-a regasit azi neuronii de mult pierduti. Posesoarea celulelor nervoase declara ca se simte extrem de fericita si tine sa ne aduca aminte ca celulele vor fi folosite in scopuri folositoare societatii.
</STIRE>

"Scopuri folositoare societatii"? In other words, ma apuc de invatat. Notati asta undeva. Si cumparati si o bata de baseball...in caz ca ma las de invatat.

Third person.

2007-04-20T11:37:00.001-07:00

For some reason, Irina is speaking in third person. It's probably because she hasn't been feeling like herself any more.

Respirand noxele orasului in care traieste, enervandu-se degeaba, blestemand autobuzul care tocmai a trecut si toti oamenii din el, Irina se duce la liceu. In mintea ei e o tornata de...nenumarate lucruri. Nici macar ea nu stie ce e in mintea ei. Si nu prea cred ca ii pasa.

Irina e ganditaore. N-a mai visat de mult. Nu a mai stat pe iarba uitandu-se la nori, nu a mai privit frunzele frematand in vant, nu a mai alergat prin ploaie.

Mood change. Irina hates her mood swings.

Why am I even speaking in third person? I am me. Even though what I just said isn't making much sense, I am.

And why the sudden burst of happiness? Well, Starbucks. It's not where i want it to be, but at least it's here.

Da, sunt constienta de faptul ca aberatiile mele nu au nici un sens. Probabil pentru ca sunt cu gandul in alta parte.

What happens when...

2007-04-19T10:04:00.001-07:00

What happens when you're bored, when you're not in the mood for reading, listening to music or even playing MineSweeper.

You write. At least that's what I do. Completely random things. I love randomness. And chaos. My life is pure chaos.

There's Negurã Bunget playing in the background. I know, pretty bad pick when it comes to background music. but Enya and Hans Zimmer and Mike Oldfield and all of the other background-ish things are making me sleepy.

New books! Virginia Woolf and Thomas Hardy. I haven't read them yet. i heard Woolf is good and, as for Hardy, I read parts of Jude the Obscure and liked it. Especially the ending.

And I'm seeing Within Temptation in June! and MDB, Haggard, anathema and some other stuff. And Blind Guardian in May. I wish I could see Maiden, too. Stupid Bulgarians. We should get to see Maiden in concert, not them! Yeah, I'm being sort of a fascist right now. Nah, I don't really care. I've always been a fascist. But, contrary to popular belief, I am not a Nazi.

I am just a schoolgirl that doesn't feel like studying at the moment. So I'm sitting here, rambling about silly things and cursing the spell checker. I ought to get my hands on a better one. I love FF extensions <3. Especially the Dune one that I modified myself. Got it to work in higher versions. I know, not much of a mod. But I am very proud of it.

Meh, the battery just died. Stupid camera. And i'm too lazy to charge it. Actually I'm too lazy to go and look for the charging device thingy. Why can't I just charge the bettery through USB like I do with the iPod? The little things in life are so unfair. Like the fact that only two of my eight USB ports work properly. And one of them is always occupied with the hard drive I keep my mp3s on. stupid bucket of a computer. Oh, and I want RAM. Gimme RAM? Pleeease?

Stupid Flying Spaghetti Monster, it's all your fault. What? You haven't heard of the FSM? Well, Wikipedia is there for a reason. and so is Google, as a matter of fact. I find the FSM insanely funny for some reason. And pirates. I like pirates. I'd even wear an eye patch, but eye patches and spectacles don't mix.

I need chewing gum. I might have some purple chewing gum in my bag. I have everything in my bag. Almost everything. Books, ice tea, Rubik's cube, keys, pocket knife, chewing gum, bracelets and earrings, perfume, pens, paper, my sketchpad thingy and I used to have vodka, too. Mmm...chewing gum is nice. Even though the menthol is making my eyes pop out. I need to buy more Juicy Fruit.

My downloads are slow. I wanna watch Metalocalypse. But I probably won't for another four hours. It takes ages to download just one episode. By the way, Metalocalpyse are some cartoons I love about a metal band called Dethklok. Once again, Wikipedia is your friend.

Study or play guitar? Study or play guitar...study or play guitar....? Honestly, I can't decide. Call me a nerd if you want to, but I really don't know. Or I could just go and play with C++. Fix some buggy code. Or just compile programs in my head. And then actually use the compiler and find out that they're completely wrong xD

I'll just play guitar and study tomorrow. But not now. Later. Now I'm writing. Dunno why, though. I don't have anything ro write about. I could do more useful things, like browse MW or my beloved Oxford Dictionary in search of new words. Or learn Finnish slang. Or do some things in Photoshop. Now that I think about it, playing the guitar is useful, too. I should have gone to the Rotting Christ concert. Stupid birthday getting in the way. Hey, at least I'm going to see Haggard.

Whoa, this is a long blog entry. Do I really care about that? No more than I care about Schrödinger's cat. Need it I say again? Okay, I will: Wikipedia is your friend. Whatever.

It annoys me.

2007-04-17T12:37:00.001-07:00

The fact that I find myself unable to type. The lack of sleep is finally getting to me. Thank God for the spell checker.

I'm in a weird mood. I feel like debating. And reading non-fiction.
MW is love. Yes, I happen to like dictionaries.

Random.

2007-04-17T09:45:00.000-07:00

God, I haven't written anything in English in ages. On this blog, I mean.

Do you know what happens when you dream too much? An overload of dreams. Because overdose would make it sound like dreams are a drug of some sort.
I've always been a dreamer. And I doubt that will ever change. I just build a world around me, invisible to all but myself. A world that's not perfect, but better nonetheless. Actually, it's a lovely world. Lovely for me, that is. And no, I'm not imagining rivers coffee, trees made out of pizza, time machines and all that. My world seems realistic.
But, no matter how realistic my world may seem, circumstances often force me to leave my purple glass bubble [yes, glass, not plastic. See, subtle changes, but for the better.] and enter the real world.
And, to be honest, the real world sucks. Well, it sucks when compared to my own. and that's when you dream too much. When you start being annoyed my the world because it doesn't meet your expectations. And, honestly, I doubt it will ever will.

Now, let's move to happier things. Exempli gratia, new Chemistry teacher. But I doubt anyone outside my class cares. We don't care. We're happy.

And I wrote a poem. Actually, I had to write a poem. For Romanian class [cringe]. It was supposed to be romantic. Yeah, right.
For the love of Odin, how stupider could this class get? Why can't we take Norse Mythology or something else that's interesting, for a change? And yes, that was a rhetorical question. I utterly loathe Romanian class. Well,
here's the poem.

Eu sunt cafea Lavazza
Iar tu esti expresor.
Daca eu sunt cafea,
Tu esti cana mea.
Daca eu voi provoca cuiva un infarct,
Tu vei fi cel care va îngropa acea persoană.
Data eu voi intra la închisoare pentru omor cu premeditare,
Tu vei fi cel care mă va elibera.
Vei merge la închisoare pentru mine,
Iar eu voi spune "Ha! Ha! Ha! Fraiere".

Daca eu sunt un calculator,
Tu esti procesorul meu.
Daca eu sunt pufulete,
Tu esti o punga de pufuleti.
Daca eu sunt un nor,
Tu esti ploaia.
Daca eu sunt un iPod,
Tu esti acumulatorul meu.
Daca eu sunt nesimţita din 311 ce nu cedează locul babelor,
Tu esti cel care face la fel si imi ia apărarea.
Daca eu sunt o chitara,
Tu esti un set de corzi.
Daca eu sunt Sharon den Adel,
Tu esti Robert Westerholt.
Daca eu sunt Eminescu,
Tu esti sifilitica ce m-a îmbolnăvit.
Daca eu sunt o sticlă de bere,
Tu esti desfacatorul meu.
Daca eu sunt o floare parfumata,
Tu esti antialergicul meu.
Daca eu sunt chiulangoaica,
Tu esti cel care chiuleste alături de mine.
Daca eu sunt Thor,
Tu esti Mjoelner.
Daca tu esti Sigurd,
Eu sunt Gram.
Daca eu sunt Adolf Hitler,
Tu esti Germania mea nazista.
Daca eu sunt alcoolica,
Tu esti vodka mea.
Daca eu sunt mangă,
Tu esti cel care ma conduce pana acasă.
Daca eu sunt Metallica,
Tu esti Ride the Lightning.
Daca eu sunt pizza,
Tu esti mozzarella.
Daca eu sunt poeta,
Tu esti Maica Tereza.

Lalalapufiiiii.

2007-04-16T05:45:00.001-07:00

Hihi. Si a inceput scoala. Am reusit si eu sa dorm vreo doua ore, apoi mi'am facut un ceai si m'am carat la scoala. Imi plac expresiile babelor din autobuz. Unele sunt speriate, altele dezgustate, dar majoritatea sunt pur si simplu socate. Probabil ca nu le place parul meu. Sau bratarile si cerceii cu cranii si alte chestii de genu. Sau insignele de pe rucsacul meu. Ce pot sa zic, babele sunt chiar amuzante. De fapt, ingustenia lor mintala este cea care ma amuza.

Am ajuns cu bine in fata minunatului meu colegiu si m'am bucurat ca nu mai e acel sifilitic la poarta care sa ne ceara carnetele.
Pe la ora sapte eu si o colega eram singurele persoane din clasa. Pe la 7:15 au mai aparut vreo 10. Pana la 7:40 [adica la zece minute dupa ce ar fi trebuit sa inceapa ora] eram toti. Si apoi, geografie. A aparut domnul S., ne'a zis ceva povesti despre Norvegia, Sahara si alte aberatii. Surprinzator, in ultimele 10 minute din ora chiar a predat ceva.
apoi, eu si colegii mei germanofobi ne'am indreptat catre cabinetul de limba germana. Unde am derivat substantive toata ora.
Fizica - pauza. De ce sa dau test si sa iau 4 cand pot sa dau test mai tarziu si sa iau...ceva mai mult?
Si, ca o clasa de mici informaticieni ce suntem, am avut 3 ore de info. Pe la mijocul celei de'a doua am adormit, trezindu'ma sa mai fac vreun comentatiu asupra vreunui sir de caractere.
Dupa info, mate. Cu dirigu. Care dirig a stat sa motiveze absente si sa primeasca scutiri medicale [3 lei bucata] de la minunatii sai elevi.

Deci, pot sa zic ca a fost o zi neasteptat de buna. Dar las' ca'mi tece mie buna dispozitie. Maine avem chimie.

bleah reloaded.

2007-04-15T12:55:00.001-07:00

Uşor sictirita de viaţă. Nici statul la calculator nu'mi mai prieşte. Nici măcar de citit nu'mi arde. Sau de Metallica. Nu mai vreau nimic.

Chestii multe.

2007-04-14T11:32:00.000-07:00

Poze cu capace de canal.
Ce? Imi plac capacele de canal. Mai ales cele din Budapesta. Mai ales cele de pe strada Rákóczi.

Okay, dacă tot m'am apucat să zic ce imi place, hai să facem o lista. Sau mai degrabă o înşiruire de chestii.

So, imi plac Hermannstadt, librăria Cărtureşti, culoarea mov, South Park, coloanele sonore, ceaiul, pufuleţii, torrent, cafeaua, fotografia, CSS, stelele, constelaţia Orion, Adobe Photoshop, cântatul la chitara, să corectez greşelile de ortografie, Trillian [clientul de IM, nu tipa din H2G2], germana, Che Guevara, literatura engleza, cola light, Edgar Allan Poe, NewRock, brătarile, anarhia, insignele, guma de mestecat, Lord of the Rings, lacul de unghii, expresia "papagal de ploaie", avioanele de hârtie, scrisul cu diacritice, calculatoarele, Finlanda, Vangelis, symphonic metal, insomnia, florile fără miros, lupii, Songbird, engleza britanica, Firefox, aberaţiile, injurăturile finlandeze [don't ask], expresia "don't ask" si foarte multe alte chestii, inclusiv listele interminabile cu lucruri care imi plac.

Iar in figura nr. 1, aflată in partea dreaptă a acestui text, avem o imagine cu o părticică din biroul meu. Observaţi cana de ceai si husa de la camera foto si dezordinea generala. De asemenea, puteţi observa si cheful de aberat al posesoarei de blog. Posesoare care acum bea ceai cu gust de marţipan făcut cu apă Bucovina. "Bucovina, apă proaspată din Bucovina". Asta e noul lor slogan.

Bleah.

2007-04-13T14:55:00.001-07:00

De juma de ora ma tot chinui sa scriu un post si tot ce tastez suna incredibil de tampit. La inceput trebuia sa fie despre un conflict interior [don't ask], apoi despre stafide si cat de mult le urasc, apoi despre apa Bucovina si ce gasesc eu atat de amuzant la ea. Apoi despre cat de incredibil de mult vreau eu acei bocanci de acum doua posturi. Apoi despre Robert Doisneau .

In concluzie, nu am nici cea mai vaga idee despre un bun topic de blogărit. Ma duc să caut pufuleti.

PS: "blogărit" rimeaza cumva cu "logaritm"? Daca da, o sa compun o poezie despre un blog logaritmic.

Bookish.

2007-04-12T13:15:00.001-07:00

Abia acum am realizat cate cărţi am pe noptiera. Nici nu mă mir ca nu-mi găsesc telefonul când suna de dimineaţă.

Aşadar, de sus in jos si de la stanga la dreapta avem:

Gothic Short Stories
Ghidul Ipohondrului - John Naish
Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe
Istoria credinţelor si ideilor religioase [vol. I] - Mircea Eliade
General SS - Sven Hassel
Don Quijote de la Mancha - Cervantes
Contact - Carl Sagan
Cartea cu Apolodor - Gellu Naum
Alles gute! - Basic German for Communication
Povesti corecte politic de adormit copiii - James Finn Garner
Ghidul Nesimţitului - Radu Paraschivescu
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy [vol. I-V] - Douglas Adams
The Illustrated Oxford English Language Dictionary

PS: Noptiera are rafturi.

Cică titlu.

2007-04-12T07:30:00.000-07:00

Vreau un cric pentru deschis fisticul. Pentru ca m-am saturat să mă chinui cu compasul.
In alta ordine de idei, m-am plictisit. Mai bine zis, m-am sictirit. De soare, de primăvara, de flori si de toate prostiile astea de care cică ar trebui să ne bucuram. Vreau toamna. Vreau nori. Vreau frunze care cad. Vreau ploaie.

Cică DevArt. Cică eu as fotografia diverse chestii si le-as expune acolo. Dacă as iesi mai des din casa as avea mai multe poze reuşite.

Cică aia din poza ar fi o brăţara. Cică am primit-o cadou. Cică eu m-am plictisit.

Cică as avea chef să vă bag nişte muzică pe gat. Luati de aici!

EDIT: Na, ca iar uitai sa pun titlu. Uite ca acu am pus. Spor la citit titluri.

Imi trebuie.

2007-04-11T12:38:00.001-07:00

Vreaaaau.

Vreaaaaaaauuuuu boooooocaaaaaaaaaaaanciiiiiiii. Excuse the excessive use of vowels, but I really want those things. They're pretty and I want them.

Hmm...it turns out that really really wanting a thing doesn't make that certain thing happen. but I really want those god damned boots. And I will get them. As soon as I get my hands on 522 RON. I could get a job. Nope, not good. They'll probably make me wash toilets or something. First of all, why would they hire a high school girl anyway? Maybe I can find a place where they'll pay me for procrastinating. I really want money. And boots.

They'll make me look taller. They'll make me 1.85....isn't that a bit too tall? Hell, what do I care? I'll have awesome boots.

Okay, I'll go rob a bank or something. If you have a better idea and/or you're feeling excessively altruistic please let me know.

PS: I want a pirate toaster, too.

Titlu. *

2007-04-10T15:33:00.000-07:00

* Ca sa nu mi se mai reproseze ca nu pun titluri la posturi. Deh, daca n-are omu' chef să-i puna titlu, ce poti sa-i faci? Pai, in primul rand, ai putea sa-i infectezi compu cu un virus. Sau sa afli unde sta si sa-i faci compul bucatele cu o chitara. Preferabil cea a persoanei care te scoate din sarite nepunand titluri. O alta metoda eficienta este sa-i dai posesoarei de blog un 2 la chimie. 2+5 = corigenta. La fel de sadic ar fi sa-i iei biletele la Blind Guardian si sa le dai unui manelar care sa le vanda la suprapret. Nu, n-am nimic cu persoanele care reproseaza chestii. Este doar un pretext pentru a ma gandi la chestii sadice. Oricum, voi puteti sa-mi reprosati ce vreti voi. S-ar putea sama prindeti in toane bune si sa-mi pese de ce-mi reprosati voi. Sau nu. Okay, am inceput sa devin destul de rea. Ar trebui sa ma opresc pana nu enervez pe cineva destul de tare incat sa faca una din chestiile mai sus mentionate.

Din motive necunoscute m-am pricopsit cu o minunata insomnie. Am dormit vreo 5 ore in 3 zile. Nu, nu ma plang. Chiar imi place. Am timp sa imi partitionez noul hard disk. Sau sa dansez ascultand Blackmore's Night.

Adica ala din poza. Mda, e cam dezordine la mine in raft. Dar nu vreti sa vedeti ce e pe birou. Asa ca tot ce era pe dee-fau-dee-uri [DVD pronuntat in germano-romana] si-a facut loc pe noua jucarie. Care are o partitie numai pentru muzica. Cu ocazia asta am dat si de ţee-dee-ul [idem dee-fau-dee] cu Blackmore's Night.

PS: In caz ca intereseaza pe cineva, azi e ziua mea. Vreau o chitara si o coliva.

2007-04-10T03:06:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's a band you probably never heard of.

EDIT: ScribeFire mă scoate din sărite.
EDIT #2: Sunt Bucovina. Si imi plac la nebunie. <3

2007-04-10T02:21:00.000-07:00

Will I ever make up my damn mind?
One moment I'm a hundred percent sure of something, the other I start doubting that certain fact or even denying it. I don't know whether I want to write in English or Romanian. Sometimes I want to rule the world, sometimes I just want to forget it ever existed. One day I'm a novelist, the other a poet, a few days ago I was a painter. I don't really know. And neither does anyone else.

Existential dilemmas:

who pwns who - Metallica or Maiden?
Tarja Turunen - do I love her, or do I hate her?
my new keyboard - do I really like it?
media players - Songbird or iTunes?
best book in the world - LotR or Dune?
the world - should I rule it or should I just leave it be?
me - what am I, anyway? Anarchist, metalhead, dreamer, artist, savant, eccentric or just plain old insane?

Do I really care? Did I just make that list because of my undying love for unordered lists? Some things are better left unanswered.

Happy.

2007-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:00

Mers in Deltă. Văzut lebede. /*eu mă uit, ele dispare*/ Intors din Delta. Văzut mătuşă beată. Făcut poze. Cântat la chitara. Pus nervii vecinilor pe bigudiuri. Ascultat Nirvana. Si Negură Bunget.

And that was my weekend. Si dintr-o data a dat happiness-u-n mine si am devenit fericita si dornica de purtat eşarfe portocalii. Si de cântat. Spre bucuria vecinilor. Mă simt...folkistă. Sau nici eu nu ştiu. Cert e ca am rămas fixată pe Colibri. De fapt, nu am dreptate. Pentru ca sunt la fel de fixată pe cântecul ala cu norii de hârtie. Nici eu nu mai ştiu. Am diverse fixaţii, una mai ciudată ca alta.

M-am plictisit. I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. Mă duc să-mi pun flori in par. Si să dansez. Si să cant la chitara. Să beau cafea cu muuultă frişcă. Sa alerg pe străzi urlând "pufuleţi" cat mă ţin plămânii. Să caut noi extensii pentru Songbird. Sau să mă uit la South Park.

Vreau să fac muuulte lucruri. Vreau să le fac pe toate. I want to rule the world.

a man that wants to rule the world is a man that wants to be free.

2007-04-03T10:23:00.000-07:00

Tâmpenie scrisa pe o banca in parc, in timpul unui chiul.

The quicksand of life drags us down into the circle....

And we need to escape. Fie ca fugim in munţi, fie ca plecam de la ora de romana. Adică ceea ce fac eu acum.

Let's face it; e mult prea frumos afară ca sa stam in banci pe jumatate adormiti, prefacandu-ne ca invatam cum se face o compunere argumentativa.

E verde. E racoare. E the Gathering. Prin spatele liceului sunt si magnolii. e unul dintre acele momente in care imi pare rau ca nu am chitara la mine. Daci, nu pot sa cant. Asa ca scriu. Pe una din multele mele foi din mapa mea albastra.

Life's short. enjoy it while it lasts. Cam asa ceva zicea o colega in timp ce manca chipsuri cancerigene. Si chiar asa e. Afara e frumos. E soare si e bine.

Pentru prima oara in viata mea sunt lipsita de griji. Toata lumea are de mers undeva. Eu nu. In clipa asta pot face orice vreau eu. Si atunci cand un om poate face absolut orice vrea, este stapanul lumii. Dar eu nu sunt stapana lumii. Nu sunt mai presus de ea. Eu sunt undeva in afara ei. De ce? Fiindca acum nu imi pasa de lumea din jurul meu.

Poate sa cada si o ploaie de meteoriti. Acum chiar nu-mi pasa.

Nu mai vreau.

2007-04-01T12:37:00.000-07:00

Undeva, in fata aceluiasi calculator stand la acelasi birou este o fiinta plicitsita care s-a saturat de tot si toate.

Vreau doar sa stau in pat, sa ma scund sub plapuma si sa dorm. Si cand deschid ochii sa ma trezesc intr-o lume mai buna. Adica, nu neaparat mai buna. Vreau o lume in care pot face ce vreau eu. O lume unde sa nu mai fie atatea persoane care sa-mi zica ce sa fac si ce sa nu fac, sa-mi dicteze ce imi place si ce nu, cineva care sa-mi bage pe gat ideile lor si sa nu ma lase sa spun ce cred despre ele. Eppur si muove. Am si eu dreptatea mea. Ma lasati sa zic ce vreau sau nu?

Nu mai vreau timp. Vreau sa se opreasca. De tot. vreau ca timpul sa fie in mainile mele si sa-l controlez cum vreau eu. Vreau sa pot sa vad fiecare rasarit de soare si fiecare apus. Vreau ca stelele sa ramana mereu la fel si sa nu se stinga niciodata de pe cer. Nici marar ziua. Nu mai vreau sa ma uit pierduta dupa stele si sa dau cu ochii de un soare ingrozitor de mare si stralucitor.

Nu mai vreau somn. Adica vreau somn. Dar nu tot timpul. De fapt, nu mai vreau consecintele legate de somn. Durerea de cap cu care te trezesti dimineata, dorinta de a te culca la loc, faptul ca somnul iti mananca jumatate de zi si tu nu poti sa i te impotrivesti. Faptul ca daca incerci sa i te impotrivesti vei avea nevoie de cantitati industriale de cafea dar vei fi lovit de o lene extrema care nu te va lasa sa te deplasezi pana la filtru.

Nu mai vreau sa ma trezesc din somn in miezul noptii doar ca sa-mi fac temele. Nu mai vreau sa-mi fie lene sa-mi scriu temele. Nu mai vreau sa am teme neplacute. Nu mai vreau sa invat chestii care nu imi plac. Nu mai vreau chimie. Nu vreau sa-mi amintesc ca asta a fost materia mea preferata in generala.

Nu mai vreau sa ard DVD-uri doar pentru ca mi s-a umplut hard disk-ul. Nu mai vreau aceeasi tastatura idioata cu tastele inghesuite. Nu mai vreau sa-mi mearga doar doua porturi de USB din opt.

Nu mai vreau sa ma enervez pentru fiecare nimic. Nu mai vreau sa imi pierd timpul uitandu-ma dupa chestii fara sens cum ar fi picaturile de ploaie. Nu mai vreau sa nu stiu.

Imi place

2007-04-01T10:28:00.001-07:00

Gmail Paper

Da, ati citit bine. GMAIL ON PAPER. Mail-uri in cutia postala. Ce pot sa zic, cei de la Google sunt oameni destepti. Au pana si propriul lor verb - to google. Desigur, se refera numai la motorul de cautare. Dar Google nu e numai un motor de cautare. Gmail, Google Earth, Google Desktop, Google Talk, Google Picasa. Google is love. Google will indeed rule the world some day.

Anyone read the Google book? The Google book. Tin minte ca am vazut-o pe la libraria NOI, dar n-am luat-o. Acum imi pare rau, pentru ca nu o mai gasesc pe nicaieri. Daca nu mi-ar fi lene m-as folosi de Google [ce altceva?] ca sa caut un PDF. Dar mi-e lene si trebuie sa-mi scriu la fizica.

By the way, this webcomic is really funny. I wanna work for Google, too.

PS: xkcd is love, too.

2007-03-31T10:10:00.000-07:00

Din motive necunoscute....am devenit obsedata de Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar. De fapt, e o melodie traditionala irlandeza. Stiati ca in trecut a fost obsedata de Irlanda? Si acum imi place, dar Finlanda ramane the best.
I don't really know what I love this silly thing. It's silly. I don't even like whiskey. So...I don't know....

Word(s) of the day.

2007-03-30T06:06:00.000-07:00

Coffee, Hammerfall, Firefox, Zahir, Sibiu, frecare, LVL 14, rogue, alifie, ~~roz~~ muov, jazz&&blues, The black album, aceeleratie, Mugurel, Cassi(||y), 10, Herlitz, sadness vs. happiness, Rudi, Mjölner, ingetata, idiot, stupidity, Finland, tangenta, Tarja, Kilian Böll, Kenny, kill the emo, Andrei zice, burete, Iulius Cezar, xdanx, toalete publice, Adolf Hitler, 卐, bere, crazzy, Scheiße, copac, pufuleti, para, sexi Marioara, no manele, Apocalyptica, supermegaarhiplin, Stoica, zarul lui Stoica :)), WoW :), Thor, drept, stramb, <3 sucks, go a goal, team SW, ~~Nirvana~~, SUV, tennis, egoism, 1001 de nopti, Dune, South Park ;), ipocrizie, oligofrena, Adriana, ~~blue~~, Jesus, late, espresso, somn, chelie, nota 2, OMG, flegma, bad hair day :D, puii mei, perna, gogoasa trigonometrica, Megadeth, Iris, Cargo, tema, egocentrist, IBM, ochelari, cangur boxer, caramele, rosu aprins, Vama Veche, AC/DC, anarhie, pomelo, nerd, Obdaklose, eyeballing, Maitreyi, LOL, conspectati din manual, Tokio Bordel, C++, Ruxici, ursuleata, ciocanitoarea Woody.

Mortii si viii si toata natia lor de prosti.

2007-03-27T12:20:00.001-07:00

I'm talking about Microsoft, in case you haven't noticed.

Windows Nazista, more blue screens than Windoof 98®

So, after the Blue Screen of Death, innumerable crashes and IE7 comes Windows Movie Maker. Due to my lack of video editing software, I had to use it. Guess what. It doesn't work. first of all, it won't show up anything I import. Anything but songs that is. And it won't open a bloody project file. One with a MSWMM extension. It keeps telling me that "this file is not a Windows Movie Maker file".
Go fuck yourself, Bill Gates. And by the way, when I'm done with backing up my hard drive, I'm switching to Linux.

Screw'em.

2007-03-25T11:36:00.001-07:00

Vecinii bat in teava de la calorifer. Se pare ca nu prea le place Apocalyptica.

No me gusta.

2007-03-25T10:58:00.001-07:00

Nu-mi place

Sau ich mag es nicht, non mi piace, ne me plaît pas, or plainly I don't bloody like it.

I admit it. I'm jealous. For not coming up with the idea. Believe me, I have loads of things that I hate.

For example, I hate the fact that I can never make up my damn mind. I hate Romanian television. I hate Tokio Bordel. I hate my neighbourhood. I hate football games. I hate the fact that students are treated like machines and not people. I hate Internet Explorer. I hate the Blue Screen of Death. I hate not having reasons to use the <blockquote> tag. i hate the fact that every time I dream, somebody tries to take me out from my reverie and to make me think about the real life. I hate this so-called <i>real-life</i>. It's just a waste of time, n my opinion. I hate having to sleep. I hate the fact that it takes two minutes for the coffee machine to make me coffee. I hate, you hate, we all hate. Actually, we all dislike. Some people don't hate. But I know I do.

Drifting further every day.

2007-03-24T09:57:00.000-07:00

Cand vrei sa postezi ceva si nu ai ce, pune o melodie.
Poate ca cineva se va bucura sa o auda. Poate este melodia preferata a cuiva. Cel putin, eu ma bucur s-o aud. I like Fade to Black.

Recunosc, sunt in pana de idei. nici nu stiu de ce ma obosesc sa scriu acest post. Vreau idei. i want ideas. Why must I be so idea-less at the moment?

Ce e in pom?

2007-03-23T09:09:00.000-07:00

De ce stau si imi pun intrebari stupide? De genul "Ce e in pom"? Asta mi-a venit in minte acum 30 de secunde. Nu stiu ce pom, de unde sau de ce. Dar vreau sa aflu ce e in el.
Pai, ce ar putea sa fie intr-un pom? Intr-un pom sunt pere. Si o casuta de lemn. O casuta cu internet. Si un laptop. In pom e PHP. In pom sunt bratari. Si magnolii. In pom sunt My Dying Bride. In pom e festivalul ArtMania. In pom e poezie. In pom e Brave New World. Si cartea, si albumul. In pom e rock progresiv. Si literatura engleza. In pom sunt vise.

Ziceti si voi, ce altceva mai e in pom?

Crazy.

2007-03-22T13:02:00.000-07:00

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|	26%
Orderliness	\|\|	10%
Accommodation	\|\|\|\|	16%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|	16%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Wealth	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	90%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|	16%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Physical Fitness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%

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Stability results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

Orderliness results were very low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

messy, depressed, introverted, feels invisible, does not make friends easily, nihilistic, reveals little about self, fragile, dark, bizarre, feels undesirable, dislikes leadership, reclusive, weird, irritable, frequently second guesses self, unassertive, unsympathetic, low self control, observer, worrying, phobic, suspicious, unproductive, avoidant, negative, bad at saving money, emotionally sensitive, does not like to stand out, dislikes large parties, submissive, daydreamer

no title.

2007-03-21T12:41:00.000-07:00

Unde sunt eu?
Intre patru pereti si doua cafele, undeva in fata unui calculator.
Dar mintea mea? Undeva intre doua lumi, incercand s-o inventeze pe a treia.
In fiecare dimineata soarele imi intra in camera. Ma uit la el, deranjata. Nu inteleg ce cauta acolo. Soarele nu e in lumea mea. Si apoi ma enervez pentru ca nu vrea sa se stinga. Ma tarasc prin semintuneric pana afara. Afara din cutia de beton in care stau. Inhalez aer prafuit. Ma uit in jur si admir culorile toamnei. Desi afara e primavara si in oras totul e gri. Muzica rasuna. In mintea mea. Uneori realizez ce e, alteori nu. Dar de multe ori nu imi pasa. Ajung in sfarsit in grota pe uneori o numesc a doua mea casa. Cel putin liceul nu e o cladire comunista. Dar acolo mereu se gaseste cineva care sa ma smulga din visare. Dintr-o data ma trezesc intr-o lume dureros de lumionasa, nelinistitor de linistita si groaznic de reala. Si atunci regret ca am iesit din casa.
Ma uit sfidator la soare si ochii incep sa ma doara, iar privirea imi cade pe peisajul de jos. La fel de oribil si de real. Fara vreun motiv bine intemeiat, mintea mea se asteapta sa vada altceva acolo. Ceva care nu e gri.
In jurul meu se intampla lucruri nedefinite. Rad, ma intristez, ma evervez, nici eu nu stiu de ce.
Si apoi ajung acasa. Nu ma intrebati cum. Si acasa zgomotul unui cooler imi rasuna in urechi si ma afund in interminabile linii de cod si numere in baza 16. Literatura engleza, gothic metal, fotografii pseudo-artistice, pixeli si culori de toamna. Toate se invart in jurul meu cu o viteza ametitoare. Nu mai stiu cand trece timpul. Nu mai e nimic gri. Sunt in lumea mea.

fericire?

2007-03-18T14:03:00.000-07:00

Progresam si uitam sa fim fericiti,
Îngropam bucurii într-o mare de biti,
Nu te mai poti ascunde, esti mult prea conectat,
Nu mai poti sa fii singur, esti identificat,
Nu mai poti sa refuzi, nu te lasa sa crezi,
Te învata sa-ti cauti iubirea pe net.
Viata este viteza, nu mai poti sa te-opresti,
Te strivesc cei din urma daca încetinesti,
Cineva sa opreasca invazia de biti,
Cineva sa ne faca din nou fericiti.

Sincera sa fiu, nu-mi pare ca e adevarat.
Dar uneori stau si ma gandesc: cand sunt mai fericita? Cand scriu cod sau cand ma plimb prin parc? Cand ard DVDuri sau cand beau un ceai? De fapt, eu sunt vreodata cu adevarat fericita? Sau fericirea e doar pentru oamenii optimisti? Exista fericre mai mare, fericire mai mica, fericire nefericita? Si, in fond, de ce suntem fericiti? La ce ne foloseste? De ce suntem fericiti?
Oare chiar prograsam si uitam sa fim fericiti? Oare nu progresul in sine aduce fericirea? Nu viteza ne face fericiti? Sau faptul ca putem face lucrurile fara sa ne grabim?

Ciudat lucru si fericirea asta.

De profundus ad astra. *

2007-03-18T09:44:00.000-07:00

From the depths to the stars, that is.
Because that's what I think the human civilization should be doing. Why the stars? Why not world peace or fixing the hole in the ozone layer or saving the rainforests? I sincerely doubt that those things will actually happen. One day, we will kill our beloved planet.
That's why I believe we have to go away. I just can't get myself to accept the fact that this is the only planet that we can live on. And that's why I'm not accepting it. Instead of financing idiotic wars, the world could focus on space research. One day we will leave this place. Why not sooner?

Okay, maybe we won't. But they're my dreams. I don't really care what you think of them. But if one day they'll send colonists to some strange planet, I'll probably be one of them.

* in other words, something to get my mind off homework

Tea.

2007-03-15T08:07:00.000-07:00

Thankfully I didn't set the kitchen on fire. But the walls are covered in honey. At least now I can enjoy my tea. Green tea with coconut and pineapple, honey, lemon and a little bit of milk. My tastes are quite weird when it comes to tea.

I found this lovely piece on DevArt and thought I'd share it with you. That's exactly how I feel when I'm drinking tea. As though the whole world has stopped, I'm alone, I don't care about nothing. It's just me and my cup of tea. And no, I haven't put anything illegal in my tea. And I'm not from Amsterdam either. Anyway, it's a lovely piece. I wish my photographs could be that beautiful. And I wish I could somehow get my hands on a decent camera.

Rêveuse.

2007-03-14T09:44:00.000-07:00

I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away.

I've never been a big fan of that song, but I just love that line. Because it describes me. I am a dreamer, I live in my own world, I...dream my life away.

Sunshine, trees, petals, perfume, wind. Spring. The time of the year when you feel the urge to just sit on the grass and read a book or admire the view or simply stand there, thinking about nothing, enjoying you day. A good day for going in the park, sitting under a tree and reading a few pages of Discworld. The only thing Poe would do would be to spoil such a sunshiny day. But he is still a genius. One should read Poe at night, preferably during a storm. In other words, today was not a good day for reading Poe. Today was a good day, but not a Poe day. 'twas a day for Terry Pratchett, Jerome K. Jerome and Douglas Adams. Fun books. It was a day of fun books.

Today I fell off the edge of the world, seen Death (he was playing bridge), lived in a gingerbread house (and eaten part of a marzipan table), went on a boat on the river Thames, travelled in time and learned how to fly. The catch is to throw yourself towards the ground and to miss. A suitcase with olive oil from Santorini might be of help. Yes, you must have read The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy (lovingly abbreviated H2G2) to actually understand that.

Whoever said books were bad was a total idiot.

Something. Anything. Everything.

2007-03-13T10:39:00.000-07:00

Anosta, insipida, plictisitoare, obositoare, stresanta....scoala. Acum, sincer, exista cineva caruia chiar ii place scoala? I sincerely doubt that. Sunt perfect constienta de faptul ca ne trebuie, ca nu putem trai fara ea, insa o urasc. Poate de aceea stau si visez in toate orele. N-am inteles seriozitatea si nu cred ca o voi intelege vreodata.
Lumea imi spune ca e foarte importanta, ca am nevoie de ea. Poate ca au dreptate. Dar pana acum m-am descurcat si fara ea. Nu cred ca voi fi vreodata o persoana serioasa. Multa lume se va uita urat la mine, cum se uita si acum, multi nici nu ma vor considera demna de ei, iar unii nu ma vor lua deloc in seama. Da, sunt neserioasa. recunosc. Si nu inteleg ce e asa de rau in asta. Da, nu imi fac aproape nici o tema, nu ma obosesc sa invat, fac numai ce imi place. Mie nu imi pare ca asta inseamna ca nu voi face nimic in viata. Inseamna ca imi traiesc viata. Si o traiesc cum vreau eu, nu cum vor ei. Intr-adevar, am parul mov, am un rucsac plin de insigne si zanganele, am mult prea multe bratari, port cercei in froma de portocale, vorbesc despre pere, injur in finlandeza, mestec constant guma, uit mereu, scriu pe pereti, nu cedez locul in autobuz, dar asta sunt eu. Si degeaba incercati sa ma schimbati.

Si uite asa am ajuns eu sa gravitez de la ceea ce urma sa fie un post despre scoala la un post despre mine si micile mele...anormalitati. Dar conteaza? Maybe, maybe not.

Baloane colorate.

2007-03-13T07:39:00.000-07:00

O ora ca orice alta ora. O poezie relativ stupida. In afara de o strofa. Patru versuri, nimic mai mult. Insa patru versuri cu mai mult inteles decat toata opera lui Eminescu.

-Stii sa faci harta marilor noastre sperante?
- Da, din baloane colorate.
La fiecare vant puternic
Mai zboara cate un balon.

Speranta. Speranta cu ale ei aripi firave, speranta care incearca cu disperare sa faca lumea sa para putin mai frumoasa. Fiecare dintre noi spera la ceva. Dar si sperantele se pierd. Si sperantele se se duc, nimeni nu stie unde, dar la un moment dat te trezesti ca nu mai speri. Ti s-au naruit toate sperantele. Cum? De ce? Nu se stie. Si nimeni nu pare sa vrea sa afle. Pentru ca multi oameni nu isi pierd sperantele. Se agata de ele cu toata puterea. Daca zboara, le prind din zbor. Unii oameni continua sa spere, in ciuda tuturor relelor. Credeti-ma, nu stiu de ce. Si eu am sperantele mele. Din fericire, majoritatea nu s-au pierdut. Si sper sa nu se piarda.

Prinde un vis.

2007-03-12T09:32:00.000-07:00

Stiu ca poti. Oricine poate. Intinde mana, inchide ochii, strange pumnul. Si apoi uita-te. Nu e chiar atat de greu sa prinzi un vis. Lasa-l sa zboare, dar ai grija sa nu-ti scape. Urmeaza-l, ai grija sa nu-l pierzi pe drum, nu-l lasa sa fuga. Uneori il vei gasi din nou, chiar daca l-ai pierdut. Insa asa ceva se intampla rar. Asa ca ai grija de el.
Un vis e un lucru mai important decat crezi. Visele ne fac ceea ce suntem. Un vis poate sa te faca sa uiti de tristetea din jur, un vis te ajuta sa evadezi. Unde, nici el nu stie. Dar acel vis, acel minunat vis te poate duce in locuri nemaivazute, nemaiintalnite, nemaiauzite. Caci asta face un vis. Isi creaza propria lume. Acea lume poate deveni cea reala. Totul depinde de tine. Da, visele chiar pot deveni realitate. Vor devei realitate. Asta numai daca le urmezi, te agati de ele cu toata puterea ta, ai grija sa nu ti le pierzi, pentru ca atunci cand nu mai ai vise, nu mai ai nimic.
Un vis se poate pierde, daca nu iti mai pasa de el, insa nu iti poate fi luat.
Nimeni nu iti poate lua niciodata visele.