Life Inspired...

In a world governed by facebook notifications, my personal internet cage is upholstered with mails that fall into three categories:

The first, I have already mentioned. Every two hours or so, I check my inbox only to find out that I have ANOTHER 78 unread mails that unsurprisingly come from belgians or people that used to host such persons. Occasionally, and I mean RARELY... once a month at the most, come to think of it, I get tagged in a photo wich I really like, or get a comment wich I really enjoy reading and re-reading. Hopefuly, in the near future, we will have the option of NOT receiving mails for anything any piece of shit internet junky does. Facebook does that. And I don't have a fucking DISLIKE BUTTON, now that, I would like xD.

The second category is that of "EA Games monthly discounts". What actually pisses me of is that I do not only have an interdiction at acquiering ps3 games at normal prices, I can't get them at price reductions either. Remember: Save up to 50% on BioWare games.

Last, but not least, there are homework mails. Yep, informatics or english, or any other for that matter. Just when you thought nothing could go worse, this mail notification appears on the lower right corner of you're screen announcing you that not only have you been tagged in a crappy photo by some idiot you don't even know, you also have a homework, usually for the next day x_x.

"When life gives you lemons throw them at people who own expensive cars" - Todd Gandhi

Fucking Schubert xD...

Fate takes us to the srangest of places, and makes us meet the stragest of people. Little did I and my friend know what it had in store for us. We went to this christian meeting ("Teen for the Sky" or smth...) at the newly opened cinema, drank our tea, ate our cookies and got the fuck out, religious people are dangerous for us nonbelievers o.O . I was quite willing to stay there because of the free food, but still... We got out, and decided not to wait any longer for our third party-memeber and take a taxi (this is the part where fate intervenes).

We gave it a lot of thought, and decided it was a good choice, so we asked the cab driver if he could get us to home for 5 "lions"... guess what, he couldn't ("6 sau mai mult"). So we didn't take it, thought we might wait another 5-10-15 minutes for the next tram, but cold weather forced us not to. Of course we didn't go to the same cab, we went to the furthest away from the first xD... We hopped in, didn't even look at the guy. "Prima statie de dupa politie, va rog". I took a peek at the driver, and guess what, it was fucking MARLON BRANDO!!! "Va place muzica clasica, baieti?", "sure do sir", "Schubert e bine, sau vreti altceva?", "(o.O WTMFF) Schubert e bun". It's the first cab drive I actually enjoyed.

I wonder if he would have made us, let's say, an offer we couldn't refuse if we didn't like Schubert's concerts by Andre Rieu... Better not to think of it :D.

I salute you, cab-driver!!!, and hope you will offer me your services once more, but until then, drive safe.

World Schools, new format...

Truly a great weekend it has been, not only have I made myself a mess in public, I almost puked in front of some 20-25 people(for reasons unnecesary to be told). It is a known fact that you mustn't go to sleep before the dizziness has gone away, for you will suffer grave consequneces :D(LFMF). The only thing that actualy made me smile was the image of a certain internationally renown individual walking down the hallway naked in heeled black suede boots with the hand-out papers covering his manly-hood (too bad it didn't actualy happen :(...). I didn't make fun of him or his exagerated femininity(since almost all the "more feminin" dudes I know rock the floor of life with a mop dripping of native-trained intelligence, wich, by the way, I greatly admire), it was just an idea hinted by my curly, starry-eyed friend under the effect of the man-essence (they do say it in the commercial:"it's just for the strong"). What can I say, IMMD :D.

All of it exceeded my expectations, I even met the dude that got me to Serbia this summer in a Mac (HOW COOL IS THAT?!), I was just exiting the men's room, where this guy was waiting because he didn't know the code(it was 1980#). I can't really describe to you the joy and relief on his face when he saw that door open, oh, how I love the sheer sincerity of a, let's say, well deserved smile in the morning, eventhough it was lunch time, but those are details.

So, this parliamnet considers that superior studies supported in foreign countries is detrimental to reaching posibilities of better development. I say it's bull-, but the jury held it a draw... I may prove to be reductionist in this matter, but shouldn't you take advantage of conditions if you can? Whatever, an official decision is an official decision. This is our final resolution and so it will remain T^T.

What do you say?

What were the odds...

JESUS MF CHRIST!!! This was really a punch from God... i couldn't believe my eyes. I was just sitting in the tram station with my friend, reacalling "childhood memories". None of us expected what was to happen. Among all the usual masses there was this guy that just caught my eye. He had white hair straight and shiny on his head and a short complete beard with moustache and sidebars of the same colour with a lace of grey verticaly under his lips.
"Dude... IT'S FUCKING SARUMAN!!!", "Or, Or maybe the wind will blow aside his jacket and we'll see a glimpse of his light saber!". For a second there, I really did convince myself he was Lee 8->...
Ah, if only...

Deci tu acum imi dai o tigara...

It happens again... you know, usualy I hear things like "roakare, cand te tunzi?" or even simply and directly "ai bani?". My gosh, aren't people stupid... Today, I was just going Onwards, like usual, along with one of my...let's say not too modest friends... with him complaining about stuff that I really shouldn't care of(negativism is baaad, or so they say), but sadly, I do. Sometimes I think I am too good for my own good and instead of listening continousely to misshapen lamentations(I don't know why, it just sounded cool :D), I should take a nap and eventualy open a notebook of some sort...neaaah, not gonna' happen...

Where was I now? We were just exiting the university and crossed the road to the bus station, where (for a long time, I should guess, since he was stil there when I went home) sat a bald man with a pretty ridiculous moustache and short beard. Looking intensely at my green-yellow-red-black hat and the other guy's strangely worn jacket and possibly hand position, he shouted **see title** probably as loud as he could, anyways, loud enough for the other three rather dubious looking characters to turn their heads in wild hope.

Sorry dudes... no stuff here. I didn't quite know what to say in response, so I did what any sane man would..."shut up and walk"...

Potato peeling...

"vad domnu'...vad"...Great God, it was understandable, yes, predictable also... come to think of it, I already knew, but frankly there did exist a small crumb of useless hope. Not my fault, no sirry... it's my colleagues: they kept feeding it continuously. And I listened, to my detriment. Now, I am searching for last year's notebooks. I have found three of them...wait, what?! NOOOOOOOOO... irony is cruel...

Truly, someone up there is mocking me, laughing at my faileures in life. Let's just hope this one won't dictate my future, and i'll finnaly rise above averageness, in wich, by the way, I am currently drowning. Blame the lazyness :D(again, not my fault...probably my parents'). But, you know, eversince I heard the magic word o' five letters and one syllable, I discovered I am more receptive to numbers, actualy only to a certain category of them, to be precise.
Sometimes, i feel like a jerk, because I keep having my usual claims/pretentions, as if nothing happened, eventhough ultimately, I don't really care. At one point in my childhood, I began confusing guilt with hunger :D...this may be a possible cause of my present problems, not sure though.

"uite... asa se ridica la patrat..."-Now, I keep hearing this and probably will keep hearing it for the ramainder of my days... or until I get the formula straight inside... See you threemorrow.

Do you want to dance?...

There have passed several days since I last had a revelation of some sort... But this one, this one was supreme, so i called it a "Jesus revelation"... Then, right after, I had yet another one, while talking to one of my word-disecting friends, about notebook comaprisons during school hours. It went like "I...Have A better question for ye... what should we call an Ultimate fail??", "awrihgt...well, beats me, WTH would you be thinking of smth like that...? sheesh", and then... it happened "JESUS FAIL >:)...Wahahahaha..". He, then, said "Term fail... it should have been called a G-fail, not J...", right. I don't think we should pray to Gesus Christ, should we now, but I do think he made there a reference to our headmaster... So there I go, every moment of this damned evening blasfeming like an average Star Trek/Battle-star Galactica fan about recycling my own semen. So: To recycle or NOT to recycle? I'd say HELL NO BITCH!, but since i just had a Hamlet moment, me be tolerant"go on :), thar be nothin' wrong swallowin' yer sp... yeaaah...". What was I saying? oh yeah... BUGGERS, I think I'm going to hell(Fifteen fathoms deep on the road to hell! Yo ho-ho 'n' a bottl...).


"Am eu un plan ascuns, vreau sa aflu cine m-a tuns...", I did all I could. Though it seems it cannot be prevented, the end is near... yet a new dawn arises(a dawn of four hundred billion suns xD)...

5 samburi...

Era o lucarare de fictiune, doar fantezia copilareasca a unui adult. O fantezie in care si-a turnat si ultimul strop de intelepciune. Spunea asa: ca moartea le-a fost data oamenilor ca pe un dar... Cel mai mare dar ce putea fi dat unor fiinte inferioare, anume eliberarea. Nu e chiar ideea mea de corectitudine sa rasplatesti criminalii cu asa ceva. Ironia, cei slabi se agata de viata, chiar si atunci cand n-au din ce si pentru ce trai... Dar ei tot vor sa traiasca.
Cine ar vrea nemurire? Pai cum cine? Toti... ma rog, aproape... imaginati-va doar ca s-ar face un sondaj de opinie:"cat ati vrea sa traiti?", parerea mea e ca ai putea foarte usor sa citesti oamenii dupa raspunsul lor. O intrebare veche de cand lumea, cu cateva raspunsuri simple... "Pai pentru totdeauna, bineinteles..." ar zice unii, altii "Cat imi este dat sa fiu aici, nimic mai mult." Doua raspunsuri elocvente, dar predictibile, cel putin comune. Totusi, pe unul dintre ele il respect profund.
Daca oamenii s-ar uita adanc in suflet si in ratiune, ar vedea ca ei nu vor sa fie nemuritori, vor doar sa traiasca atat cat vor. La urma urmei, ce haz sau mister ar mai putea prezenta viata cand tu ii privesti toate schimbarile. Farmecul este dat de nestiinta, iar nemurirea inseamna perfectiune, in termeni relativi, desigur(cu toate ca perfectiunea, prin definitia ei, nu este niciunde pe aproape de a fi relativa). Prin perfectiune intelegem ca nu putem intinde mana mai sus, mai bine zis, nu avem de ce sa intindem mana mai sus. Prin prisma perfectiunii, nestiinta nu mai e nestiinta. In timp ce omniscienta si omnipotenta devin ceva comun, viata isi pierde cea mai importanta caracteristica: sensul.
Timpul se opreste in loc pentru tine, ce faci? Profiti de asta la maxim, asa iti spui. Distractia curge ca un torent din munti, un torent longeviv... viata iti deschide toate usile. Poti gasi totul, de la dragoste pana la cunoastere, totul e perfect, nimic nu te afecteaza... totul merge inainte. Dar in timp, iti dai seama ca ceva nu e in regula, la fel si ceilalti. Totul se ofileste, chiar totul, de la dragoste si pana la cunoastere, vechiul trebuie sa faca loc noului, dar tu? Tu faci parte din acel "vechi" si totusi... Dar hei, ai uitat? Ai iesit la mal, tu nu mai curgi cu suvoiul. Iti dai seama de greseala. Daca nu poti lua pe cineva cu tine, nu are rost. Nimic nu mai are rost, totul devine relativ, trecator. Nimic nu mai are importanta, esti propria ta lume si nimeni si nimic nu poate intra, la fel cum nici tu nu poti iesi. Un intelectual s-ar refugia in carti, dar se termina si astea. Un usuratic in petreceri, orgii, dar si acestea isi pierd din farmec si extaz odata si-odata. Fiecare trece in domeniul celuilalt. Calatorii? Lumea nu e infinita. Stelele? Oare acolo exista limite? Nu ai decat sa mergi singur sa te convingi, doar ai tot timpul din lume... Sa inventezi, sa corectezi, sa recorectezi... si Voilla: perfectiune... Perfectiune? Din nou? Da. Din nou si din nou. Poate ca ai inteles asta demult, dar singura cale de ascensiune care a mai ramas, este chiar acea stare de inexistenta, pe care ai reusit sa o ocolesti. Moartea. E tot ce ti-a ramas. Dar cum sa...?... Nu stiu. Cauta-ti singur sfarsitul, doar ai destul timp.
Puteti vedea ironia? E chiar acolo. Ironia exista pretutindeni, chiar si in perfectiune. Daca nu cumva ai o dorinta nebuna de a ajuta restul lumii pentru tot restul timpului, atunci da, poti cauta nemurirea, altfel, rolul tau in lume nu va fi decat cel al unui simplu martor, atotputernic si totusi insignifiant. Timpul ne vine de hac tuturor... Pledoarie incheiata.

Code Blue...

Ziua de sambata a fost putin cam seaca, chiar si dupa ce a venit taicamiu in camera, triumfator spunand:"Panaramo, hai la un Avatar...". Si ghiciti ce film am vazut, cu intarziere de aproape doua luni...mda, chiar faimosul Avatar.
Un inceput de film destul de sec, de altfel, but i gotta say, navele alea chiar aratau bine. Sh-apai, merge tipu' asta pe "cel mai hostil teritoriu cunoscut umanitatii" intr-un scaun cu rotile, dupa un somnic de sase ani frumosi in suspensie criogenica (talking of hangovers). Ok. De-aici totul merge pe pricipiul "clisee peste clisee"... Ai zice ca un film care a intrecut Titanicu' la incasari worldwide ar avea ceva mai multa originalitate.
Tipu' ala nu e placut de nimeni, mainly pt impotenta lui, dar asta doar pana ce primeste sansa de a se da in spectacol... Se da in spectacol? Nup. Se da in stamba... si e vai de capu' lui cand ramane singur in jungla, pe timp de noapte, cu tot felu' de bestii barbare dandu-i cercuri. And again, tipa frumoasa foc de 4 metri si cu piele albastra spala pe jos cu masculinitatea care-l facea atat de mandru odata pe eroul nostru...EPIC FAIL(revamped to Jesus 02.10.2010).
Apoi, se intampla ceva ce mama omida v-ar putea spune fara sa se holbeze in zatz sau in palma... Tipu se duce in sat... Ah, fetele frumoase la Na'Vi are par lungi pletite, urmeaza batai, dragoste, tradari si mult iubita intoarcere triumfatoare calare pe un Tokran xD... Dupa care urmeaza "The Climax".
Gunship VS Bows... right... Cine castiga? Well bows, of course... doar nu va asteptati sa castige armata cu toate rachetle lor nucleare, cand Jake Sully vine calare pe pasarica lui cu o sulita si un walkie-talkie.
Culmination? Tipa tre' sa-l salveze iar de raul railor(anume, colonelul Quaritch...stiti voi, individu ala cat usa, cu o cicatrice pe fata), de doua ori, inca. Asta chiar mi-a placut, anume ca tipa se descurca mai bine ca el. Un singur lucru lipseste filmului astuia: Tom Jones... Booyah.
Precum a spus si James Cameron: "The movie is Pocahontas in space" la un review. Ce ma oftica pe mine e ca toti cred ca si-au dat seama, ei insisi de chesita asta, cand de fapt, chiar regizorul filmului a spus-o INAINTE DE LANSARE. Wtf.
Personal opinion: E un film bun, not life-changing or anything, 3 stelute frumoase din 5.
FLY ME TO PANDORA...

protectia consumatorilor my ass...

Dar hello hello. Astazi a fost una din acele zile... de sfarsit de semestru, stiti voi... am venit degeaba la scoala si alea alea. macar i-am fost de ajutor lu' diriga... Singurul motiv pentru care n-a fost o zi total pierduta a fost ziua de nastere dubla. LA MULTI ANI NIKI SI MANU!!! Sa va spun ce s-a intamplat? Ah yes I might: Niki a adus dulciurile, iar Manu saraturile (adica saleurile si alunele in coaja)... apai, n-a fost nimic special la alunele alea pana nu a fost deschisa punga si a inceput Manu sa toarne alune pe servetelele tuturor. Ghiciti ce a avut Andra norocul sa-i pice pe servetel? Nu cred ca veti ghici... A fost o bucata de caramida... Dap... O caramida, in punga de alune. Asta da surpriza... si mai era si inecata in sare. Pe asta o s-o punem in rama in spatele clasei... in fine.
In rest...a fost o zi de gandire, nimic mai mult decat contemplare excesiva si reflectare asupra sinelui.

Jesus and the seven dwarfs...

Sa va spun o poveste? Ok: E vorba de 3 purcelusi orbi care locuiau la capatul curcubeului. Primul isi pierduse cizma de clestar, al doilea se inecase cu o cizma de piele otravita, iar al treilea gasise o cizma fermecata care indeplinea trei dorinte...
Mda... serios acum. La, absolut generalele sugestii ale prietenilor mei, mi-am facut un blog. Nu stiu daca are vreun rost, adica e ca un jurnal... si din moment ce eu sunt total impotriva jurnalelor, nu stiu ce mi-a venit sa-mi fac si eu unu'. Parca acum doua saptamani ziceam "oai, blog...". Asa ca fapt divers, inca mai cred asta, dar what the hell? nu strica (sper). Zice-se ca e bine sa te exprimi. Un nou exercitiu pentru scriitorii in devenire... right... Macar nu o sa ma plictisesc asa de rau. Thus, supararea cand imi vine, hopa, mai scriu cate una B-).
Sincer... tot nu-i vad un rost adevarat, e un fâs (daca ati luat-o ca pe o insulta, voi blogger-ilor... nu-i vina mea >:)). O mica distractie/ distragere de la viata de zi cu zi.
Printre cugetele mele profunde si sperantele false, am gasit sensul vietii, dar daca vreti sa vi-l impartasesc, va trebui sa urmariti ăst blog, iar fiind eu la fel de interesant ca separarea catenelor ADN, parasit de soarta si blestemat de materia prima a muschiului cardiac, am ramas fara inshpiratie asa ca trebuie sa va spun orevoir... or somethin'...
Acum... daca ai condei (citat din domnul Lepadatu, i have copyright) eu te voi sfatui sa te apuci de blogging, imi bucura ochii si ma unge la sufletel sa vad atatia oameni talentati...
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