AAAAaaaa...ceee?

aaaa...sa raspunnnd...daaaa
M-am plictisit sa scriu in engleza :))...trist pentru toti fanii mei de peste hotare dar...de...la vida e pula...cruda
daaaa...deci...parerea MEA despreeee trendul antitrendist? pai..suge :)). Nush domne, faceti ce vreti, daca voi puteti sa traiti doar imitand pe alcineva si chiar VA PLACE si chiar AVETI SUCCES...cine sunt eu sa va spun sa va scoateti propia fiinta afara si s-o lasati pe aia sa traiasca indiferent de respingeri si celelalte lucruri nasoale pentru ca doar asa puteti sa simtiti ceva cu adevarat (fraza mare :|)? dar...va anunt...ca persoanele de la care va 'inspirati' nu le-ar placea prea mult sa vada o copie banala si ieftina a propiei personalitati. eh...ce conteaza cand restul va iubeste din tot sufletelul nuuuu?
Opusul e la fel de rau...daca faci ceva doar ca sa fii doar tu 'cul si secsi si oaie neagra cu inimioare turcoaz si mov' esti la fel de rau ca trenderii fiindca...meh...tot la trend te gandesti...te gandesti cum sa fii cat se poate de 'diferit'. si oricuuum...cand incerci sa fii anti-trendist o dai in alt trend deobicei...ca sa nu ramai cumva de unul singur :-s..te inhaitezi cu oameni EXACT LA FEL de diferiti si individuali ca si tine. Mah..tre sa fie si asta o viata ce pula mea pot zice?
pana si magazinul Paria (care are haine dragute si plm...but this is not what UI'm talking aboouut) are un concept foarte...idiotic. 'daca sunteti respinsi de societate, scosi din grup, o oaie neagra...IMBRACAAATI-VA TOOOTI DE LA PARIIIA'...ce cacat sunt astea? Daca esti imbracat de la paria esti o paria? un fel de uniforma e oamenilor cu adevarat individualisti? whaaat the fuuuck?
ma rog..tre sa plec :|...papa :))

inca un pic de trend si antitrend (si evident, trenul antitrendist), anticorporation for fuck's sake. maybe i am a true punk deep down. fu**.i k nu.mi dadusem seama pana acu. asta e un titlu lung. =))


toti vor sa fie destepti.. si originali. the new corporate e "uniunea scriitorilor adolescenti care fac si poze geniale, si care (asa ca leibniz, kre era filozof, da cand statea p veceu mai scria o teorema la mate) canta in "timpu liber" la chitara". si eu m.am plictisit de originaliatea lor liniara, patetica, minimalistii dreaqului, pui de balena ce sunt.
dar sa nu deviem de la subiect.. mai bine aleg sa fiu proasta.. in genu trainspotting: "i choose not to choose life".. vba aia prostii sunt mai fericiti nu?


adevaru e acum k si eu si prietenii mei cam facem parte din categoria asta: scriem romane, incercari literare pe bloguri obscure, facem poze,avem (aveti :)) ) pagini de dev cu mulet favuri, ne incaltam toti in sk8 shuz si tenesi si hopa pe motoare...si ce ne facem atunci? "vedem paiu din ochii altora, dar nu vedem barna din ai nostri"? sau suntem un fel de "noua dreapta, care e stramba".. a.k.a. noi suntem cei adevarati, si tari, si care detinem substanta tuturor lucrurilor, si numai noi am ajuns la the core of universe..



autocritica mi se pare buna.



to be continued... and answered (by csi ;;))

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acum, vreau sa zic altceva. azi, pt prima oara am inteles cu adevarat cat de cruda a fost faza dintr.a 9a cu pervazul..prin comparatia pe care am zis.o ieri intre T si bogdan.. si mi.am mai adus aminte de inca o faza... care m.a facut sa inteleg mai bine cum te simteai u...:(

~odata jucam adevar si provocare, si erai si tu si ana, si luca si mai multi si evident si bogdan. si luca m.a intrebat "e adevarat k iti place de bogdan?"~

si da, this is actually a written apology..>:D<

and now, everyone should hail to the all mighy csi, for her ability of touching her nose with her tongue :D

Lazyness

I find myself incapable of writing in this blog frequently.

Why?

I'm too lazy to do that.
I've been too lazy to do...anything these past days. It's rather depressing. The constant desire to do things, to socialize, to be special to build 7 foot tall imperial cruiser...buuut...you just dont feel like it at the moment.
Ah..lets face it, I'll never be a genious person or someone special, I want to be, but I'm not. The right words never come out. Take this post for example, I had this very... interesting ideeas about how it will turn out and...at it's end...it sounds like crap, it doesn't sound at all like what I would want to express.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!

Because I'm lazy? Because I lack perseverence, will, passion...illegal substances
Or ..yet again...I'm just too obssesed about someone watching me. I shouldn't..its stupid. But I am. Fuck.

I'm tired. So fucking tired. Of everything. I cant sleep. I cant wake up propely either. I'm always somewhere in the middle, annoyed, sad, 'special'..but no intend in DOING something about it.
Because it doesn't matter. In my 16 year-old study of life I have discovered that no matter how much you can shout at someone, they will never hear or understand you...unless its something they want to here. You shout, you cry, you laugh, you sip a coffee with fucking insanity, they DO NOT LISTEN. And after that you're being told that you weren't a good enough friend. Kewl. No, I am no exeption (dont forget, I'm not special) but at least I have my moment when I fucking admit it.

But still...the shouting and the crying and the laughing and the coffee are part of life, and you're better off with it than without it...without it you'd die of boredom...like yours trully is doing in this particular moment.

I suck.

:)

I leave you with...TOOL :D

The Patient

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.



But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.



Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).



If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through.This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.



If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.



And I still may .. ... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.



And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.



Gonna wait it out.

*applause from the voices in my head*

The Oscars

Yes kids and three-chamber-hearted-beings, we shall talk about the OSCAR...

well

actually

I dont really care about the Oscar

BECAUSE

I DONT HAVE CABLE INTERNET :((((((( (and beucase Jake gylehadasomething wasn t there :P)

yes this is the only thing that comes to my mind when a watched a part of the Oscar....with singnorita Ilinca on the other side of the PC...

suffering

torment

darkness

aguish

MYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAH I WANNNNNNNNNT!!!!!!!!


on another ideea....I'm really starting to love Bill Hicks :D...RIP



ok...enough constructive reviews for one day....now we haveee....asses with sticks in their ass...enjooooy

just wait a moment...

- yes I do have a mask. But they never know that, because I forget to take it off then I sleep. So please, dont judge or critizise me. Beucase I will not know to what you are reffering.
- only 4 things are certain to me: moa, God, the amphibian (most of the times) and crap. The rest are unsure.
- I dont feel confortable with sharing my opinions, exept regarding the 4 certain things. Normally because nobody tends to listen to me on the subject of the other things.
- I expect people to share my own opinion about me and my actions.
- I'm only truly happy when I just 'sing', without caring who is watching, when I manage just to do what I feel. But I always care if someone is watching. Thats why I only feel happy when I'm alone. It sucks ass
- As above mentioned, I am afraid of being watched. I am always aware when that happenes thus spontaneous actions are muffled involuntarily.
- I am a forced pesimist, actually an optimist trying to build a defence system. It doesn't work, I expect the best and hope for the worse. It hurts. Everybody thinks I am a pesimist, if I was, things would be nice.
- nipples do actually suck. I say them doing it. It was terrible :((.
- I dont know if I have ever felt love or friendship, beucase I dont know what it is yet. I hope I had, I hope I will. I dont know.
-correction: I have actually never felt love for an 'oposite sex' dude. Only a need. A perverted and lame need for that person.
- I am born in the same day as Eric Cartman XD. That offers me unlimited powaaaa..
- I find myself unable to close my eyes and pretend everything is good when its not. But in the same time I never pay attetion when something good or interestin happenes. I believe that makes me a drama-quenn.
- despite being an optimist, I am a paraoid and sick wittle piece of retardness
- life has a tendency to bore and frustrate me.
- 'i like it when the red water comes out' and i like it when I feel self-honest. That doesn't happen often, mind you. Why? No fucking ideea.
- I'd like to change some of them lines. I just need reasons.
- I hope that this blog might help me. Why? Again....no fagging ideea.
-I adore the word faggot :X
-Is this blog emo?
- Does it even matter?
- I dont like how this blog turned out.

why do nipples suck? maybe they are sucked, but they do not suck.. they do not have an hole through which u could insert.. mda.
da, aveam de gand sa.ti inaugurez blogul, ptr ca e trist sa ai un blog fara nici un post.. :P
>:))
pa >:D<