Love Tripping

Breaking Upwards!

2010-03-21T03:28:00.000-07:00

Paper Romance

2010-02-23T14:13:00.000-08:00

Nuit Blanche!

2010-02-23T14:12:00.000-08:00

Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.

Josh Beech.

2010-02-01T03:01:00.001-08:00

I am Coco!

2010-01-25T15:00:00.000-08:00

You're free tonight? I want your horror,your ugly,your vertical stick...i want your teeth.. So, can you get it up? Leave a message after the beep.

Winamp magic!

2010-01-06T15:55:00.000-08:00

...deci da?shuffle and answer the questions..:))

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
roisin murphy-overpowered
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
pink-lonely girl (what the fuck...:))))
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
k's choice-breakfast
WHAT DO YOU VERY OFTEN THINK ABOUT?
steve aoki-fa fa fa (not true...:D)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
pink-i got money now (kinda..:))
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
robbie williams-morning sun
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
the cardigans-nil
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
asian dub foundation-tomorrow begins today
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
incubus-rogues
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
faithless-massdistruction (claar:))
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
asian dub foundation-oil
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
lady gaga-summerboy
WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
coldplay-life in technicolor
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
paolo nutini-new shoes
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
pink-sober
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
robbie williams-it's not unusual
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
william orbit-fragamosia
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
pink-please don't leave me (=))))
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
duffy-delayed devotion (guess not:))
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
amy winehouse-mr magic (@-)
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
robbie williams-handsome man
WHAT WILL YOU TITLE THIS AS?
urma-there's a time
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
the kooks- seaside

V for Vendetta!!

2009-12-22T05:38:00.000-08:00

V: You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't.

Evey: Oh, my God!

V: I know you may never forgive me, but nor will you ever understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day, I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day, I wanted to end it. But each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.

Evey: You're sick! You're evil!

V: You could have ended it, Evey. You could have given in, but you didn't. Why?

Evey: Leave me alone! I hate you!

V: That's it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew. It built my world, imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all the hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me, just as it happened to you.

Evey: Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies!

V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie, but because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.

Evey: No...

V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.

Evey: I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE!

V: Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.

Evey: [gasping] I can't... can't breathe... Asthma... When I was little... [collapses while V catches her]

V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't, was it?

V: You found something else. In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life. Because when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted... you told them you'd rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still. Try to feel now what you felt then

Creedy: Take off your mask.

V: No.

[Creedy nods and two Fingermen approach V; one tries to remove his mask, but V kills them both]

Creedy: Defiant until the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me.

V: The only thing you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is that we are both about to die.

Creedy: How do you imagine that'll happen?

V: With my hands around your neck.

Creedy: Bollocks. We've swept this whole place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.

V: No. What you have are bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

Creedy: That's impossible. Kill him!

[Creedy's men open fire on V, who remains standing after their guns are empty, with many rounds fired]

V: My turn.

[V keeps his word and slays all of Creedy's men, while Creedy frantically reloads his revolver]

Creedy: (starts shooting the approaching V) Die! Die! Why won't you die? (his gun clicks empty) Why won't you die?

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

Finch: Who was he?; Evey: He was Edmond Dantes, and he was my father..and my mother..my brother..my friend..he was you, and me..he was all of us

Remember, Remember
The fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

I'm such a fuckin' lady!

2009-11-22T15:08:00.000-08:00

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.What do you expect from me? What am I not giving you? What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes? This is a drag that it's too late now.And I wanted to tell you that I was wrong.Was it that I was always trying to save you and you never wanted me to?You don't seem to see me sinking in do you.Was it that everyone would just kiss my ass.I couldn't see through it and you could.And now look what's come of us here ten years later.I jump from one to the other, you're still worrying your mother.And I almost went under baby.Truth seeker.The point is made but not well recieved.Behave.the middle of nowhere.the middle of my frustrated fears.It's the moment of a sunset Friday when our conversations twist.Please don't think of me.If you do you gotta block it.I got chills tonight.And you can't be here to stop it.I'm not a parasite.It's just a lonely night tonight.I walked from the bar'Cause they were only laughing I wished on our star.But they covered it in satin.I'm not a gigolo.That's what I want you to know tonight.I've hurt you I can see do you think it's not hurting me.The grass ain't always green.And if it's hurting you.You know that's its hurting me.The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name Beckoning me to answer Telling me you want me So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us Tracing your shadowscape Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and All its divinity and I praise you Because all of that is for me I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts Dripping down my chin Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create Needing every atom of your anatomy Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes In my daydreams Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum And it makes me want you right there and then Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it You know my body like the back of your hands And touch me and send me into ecstacy My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high Body rising Sweating Panting Make-up melting Pulling my hair and Scratching my back I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name You are so big and so hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin.You fucking me makes me bilingual I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine And I struggle As you lick torturing me I try to get away but Not really Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos Again You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it Again and
Again My face radiates with after-glow My pillow scented by you A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel

Human nature!

2009-11-06T16:27:00.000-08:00

Comportamentul uman stagneaza uneori.dar cel mai fin este sentimentul care depaseste orice limita a ratiunii.uneori este plapand si colorat..alteori grotesc si sufocant.autocontrolul este si el prezent,dar este facut pentru a fi incalcat.e un fel de limitator de viteza,il depasesti si e posibil sa mori."normalitatea" este termenul cel mai vag atribuit unui om."schimbarea" la fel.comunicarea consta in simtzuri si perceptzii. Astazi mi s-a intamplat un lucru destul de ciudat.pretz de 1 minut jumatate, nu am stiut unde sunt.nu am recunoscut nici un lucru in jurul meu.absolut nimic.apoi,imaginea s-a deplasat usor catre creier,si familiarul mi-a raspuns ca sunt acasa.schimbarea situatziilor din jurul meu ma intristeaza.s-au schimbat multe si eu trebuie sa accept si sa infrunt rezultatul.e placut sa stii ca exista cineva acolo care itzi zambeste si care itzi spune ca potzi.si e trist in acelashi timp sa stii ca trebuie sa o faci singur.

Exit music!

2009-10-11T08:31:00.000-07:00

-What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. -Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. -It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed. -The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. -You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me. -There is nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics. -The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to act as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill. -When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. -Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple. -When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people. -Without sacrifice, without death, we would have nothing. -People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown. -Which is worse: Hell or nothing? -A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection -With a gun stuck in your mouth and the barrel of the gun between your teeth, you can only talk in vowels. -Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most. -Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known. -People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future. -The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.

Chuck Palahniuk

Blog pe iphone.tampenii

2009-09-27T15:52:00.000-07:00

Avand in vedere ca ultimele doo bloguri au fost concepute datorita hi-tech.ului din zilele noastre,adica internet pe telefon,simt nevoia sa precizez niste lucruri:•ma culc foarte tarziu •mi-a aparut o bubitza de psoriasis•n-am internet pe laptop la capitala pana martzi•ma cam doare spatele•in momentu de fatza dorm doo fete langa mine(colegele de apartament.in mod normal doar una doarme cu mine dar noaptea asta e una speciala•ash vrea sa fac ciorba de pui a la grec•nu mai am aer de la patura•n-am bani•scriu bloguri inutile din plictis. Acestea fiind spuse, ma inclin.voie buna. PS: Nu sunt nesimtzita,nu-mi bat joc de nimeni.iau decizii bune pentru altzii,si poate bunicele pentru mine.am reusit sa fac asta..

Do you believe?

2009-09-21T15:36:00.000-07:00

Hey you Mrs I dont know what the fuck your name is
Im drawn to you somethings magnetic here
If I could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind Id be fine
No doubt that (no doubt) you bring out (bring out) the animal inside

I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive.....
I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive.....

Hey you, Mrs. too-good-to-look-my-way and that's cool you want nothing at all to do with me.
But I want you, ain't nothing wrong with wanting you cause I'm a man and I can think what the hell I want, you got that
straight?
No doubt that (no doubt) I'd love to (I'd love) sniff on them panties now....

I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive.....
I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive.....

I'm sorry. So sorry (damn, you're so hot!!)
Your beauty is so vain (damn, you're so hot!!)
It drives me, yes it drives me (damn your so hot) absolutely insane

I just want to look at you
I just want to look at you, look at you all day
I just want to look at you, I just want to look at you all day
There ain't nothing wrong, no. There aint nothing wrong with that

Once you seep in (once you seep in) under my skin (under my skin)
Theres nothing, theres nothing in this world that could wash you away

Once you seep in (once you seep in) under my skin (under my skin)
Theres nothing, theres nothing in this world that could wash you away.....

I'm sorry. So sorry (damn, you're so hot!!)
Your beauty is so vain (damn, you're so hot!!)
It drives me, yes it drives me(damn your so hot) absolutely insane

I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive.....
I'D EAT YOU ALIVE!!!! i'd eat you alive..... 1:40 am

Postare noua

2009-09-18T16:59:00.000-07:00

Muzica este singura modalitate de a-ti arata jurnalul vietii tale fara sa fi stiut ca el exista.stie prin ce treci,stie ca esti moody si mai stie sa fie acolo pentru tine mereu.aproape ca e prietenul tau cel mai bun.pentru orice intamplare,stare,persoana poti alege o melodie.ma gandesc serios la o noua abordare a timpului/viata/persoana exceptand muzica.crezi ca e posibil?sunt sceptica,dar incerc.e ora 3:19.e bine de stiut

Life after God! D.C.

2009-09-04T07:17:00.000-07:00

Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.
Adventure without risk is Disneyland.
Maybe memories are like karaoke-where you realize up on the stage, with all those lyrics scrawling across the screen's bottom, and with everybody clapping at you, that you didn't know even half the lyrics to your all-time favourite song. Only afterwards, when someone else is up on stage humiliating themselves amid the clapping and laughing, do you realize that what you liked most about your favourite song was precisely your ignorance of its full meaning- and you read more into it than maybe existed in the first place. I think it's better to not know the lyrics to your life.
I think of how the person who needs the other person the least in a relationship is the stronger member.
I thought about how odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people. The only activities I could think of that humans do that have no animal equivalent were smoking, body-building and writing. That's not much, considering how special we seem to think we are.
Dreams don't come true. Dreams die. Dreams get compromised. Dreams end up dealing meth in a booth at the back of the Olive Garden. Dreams choke to death on bay leaves. Dreams get spleen cancer

Din ciclu "jurnal pe internet" tz

2009-09-02T04:56:00.000-07:00

Am aflat acum ca ash putea sa vand telefonul cu 1 mil jumate.ceea ce e foarte bine avand in vedere ca sambata plec in sfarshit.ma duc spre noua mea casa..thank god..dupa doo luni de "frecare" cu parintzii(i lav iu gaiz)..si cu lumea din orashul de bashtina.

Vh1 will be vh1...vh1 forever!

Aplecandu-ma pe latura inconeshcibilului,aprioric, asta vis-a-vis de lamentatzia mea interioara, tresar la fiecare batere suava a tristelor vaci.

Tu esti EUL tau!
Reinventatzi clasa de mijloc!
Esti propriul tau sex!
Executa tractiuni pentru IQ!
Erotizatzi inteligentza!
Productzia in masa elimina alegerea!
Trebuie sa alegi intre durere si corvoada!
Opritzi istoria!
Pamantul nu e un document!
Dragostea trupeasca impiedica orice schimbare reala!
Prefa-te ca esti tu insutzi!
Si mai putzin e o posibilitate!
Nostalgia e o arma!
Controlul nu inseamna a controla!

i send this smile over to you!

2009-08-29T14:07:00.000-07:00

The Great Debater

2009-08-02T02:21:00.000-07:00

Ma tot gandesc de azi de dimineatza ce sa scriu in blogu asta..stiu k vreau sa scriu..asta e clar..dar despre ce?..despre societatea in care traim?despre mentalitatea romanilor?despre cum e sa petreci mai mult timp singur?despre cum e sa fi frustrat?ar fi destule subiecte..mi-e sila sa ma leg de cele mentionate..pentru k degeaba ash face-o..n-am nimic de cashtigat din etalarea unor idei, pareri personale pe blog.nu schimba nimic..totul ramane la fel..
Ash putea sa vorbesc despre noul album Marilyn Manson care mi se pare misto.The high end of low, daca n-ai ce face vreodata, asculta.Dar n-o sa vorbesc pentru k la fel ar ieshi un cacat.
Ascult o melodie de ceva timp..care mi se pare perfecta pentru starea in care sunt..si care exprima exact parerea personala despre ceea ce e atotputernic pe pamant la ora actuala..mai presus de Iisus..mai presus de Dumnezei..lucru ala care face totu posibil..pentru care multa lume si'ar da viatza,sanatatea,si tot ceea ce e mai frumos.Banii.Si care pentru mine inseamna 0.Poate o sa ma trezesc vreodata si o sa-mi schimb parerea, cum ca exista lucruri mult mai frumoase de facut, de vazut, de iubit, si poate o sa am si eu un nou Dumnezeu,pe nume Em Ou En I Uai,so sexi.Pana atunci, respir in lumea basmelor.

Stare de Spirit

2009-06-05T13:44:00.000-07:00

Am gresit!
Unele lucruri pe care le faci si le spui,se pot intoarce impotriva ta.
Cu toate ca tzi se par logice,coerente si de bun augur,parca se contrazic cu sentimentele tale.
Si incerci totusi sa le tzi sub control.
Pentru binele tau,pentru binele celor din jur si speri ca poate,de ce nu,undeva along the way,o sa te bucuri de consecinte.

Love Tripping

2009-06-03T11:52:00.000-07:00

Ma gandesc uneori ca tot ce ai cladit,ai Crezut,ai iubit se poate transforma in Nimic intr-o secunda.La fel si Viatza.Intr-o fractiune de secunda esti mort.Fara sa stii ca se va intampla,fara sa te doara,fara sa previi..pur si simplu.Suntem expusi zi de zi pericolului acestuia,doar ca pe langa asta, exista Ceva care iti Spune ca poti.Ca ai curajul necesar sa infrunti Timpul.Omul e facut sa lupte si sa castige Razboiul.Diferenta dintre Moarte si Razboi este ca moartea este ceva concret.Razboilul este in mintea ta.Este o stare de spirit cu care ne luptam de o groaza de vreme si care pare ca nu se mai termine.Luptele sunt aprige,dar esti hotarat sa le castigi.O faci de fiecare data,dar Lupta urmatoare este la colt,si te asteapta cu aceeasi parsivitate ca si precedenta.Nu-i nimic.Tot acest Haos interminabil este minunat.Il iubesti.Pentru ca este Viatza ta.
If you wonder why....Stop!

Din ciclu "jurnal pe internet" 3

2009-05-04T09:12:00.000-07:00

sunt obosita.poate un pic extenuata..dar sigur obosita.fizic si psihic.si nu prea inteleg de ce.nu pot sa dorm, nu ma mai face nimic sa tresar si sa spun "haa..facem asta..d'abia astept".nu.nimic nu mai este cum era inainte,totul este superficial.pana si eu ma simt superficiala.
m-am saturat ca lumea sa-mi reprosheze anumite lucruri, sa vada "raul" din mine si sa inteleaga exact ce nu trebuie din atitudinea si comportamentul meu.poate e si vina mea pe undeva,pentru ca am incetat sa ma mai explic,cu gandul ca cine ma cunoaste destul de bine, este capabil sa vada exact ce transmit.se pare ca nu e asa.se pare ca am ajuns din nou la starea primordiala si nu-mi place.
sunt in punctul ala in care las de la mine, in care nu ma agit si sper din nou sa nu se inteleaga gresit.am invatat sa nu mai fiu asa orgolioasa,cu toate ca orgoliu mi se pare singura "calitate"de care nu trebuie sa scapi niciodata.m-ai invatat tu asta, dar in ultima perioada ai fost mai orgolios ca niciodata.nu-i nimic,cu totii vrem sa avem "situatzia" sub control.vroiam sa stii ca tu esti persoana aia cu care ma simt bine oriunde si oricum.si da,am uitat sa spun cu voce tare cat de frumos esti pentru mine(in every way) si ca esti sacul meu de box..si am nevoie de tine..si imi pare rau..i love you!

Pretty young girl!puzzle!

2009-04-29T14:49:00.000-07:00

Mare..incolora!

2009-04-28T08:57:00.000-07:00

Nu e asa ca marea e misto?E super tare.Cand eram mica imi imaginam ca marea noastra este neagra.si marea rosie este rosie.era mai misto sa fie asa.la mare ai creieru mai limpede.poti sa faci ce vrei.e ca si cum te uiti la mare de pe plaja si o vezi albastra dar cand intri in ea,constatzi ca este incolora si ca mai si pute din cand in cand,asta daca nu dai de un "plutitor"inainte.cu toate astea te relaxeaza oleaca.in combinatzie cu o zi insorita si ceva de baut,niste muzica si persoana aia cu care ai sta si intr-o groapa de cacat si tot te-ai simtzi bine.este necesar pentru mintea umana sa-si relaxeze "muschii" o data la cateva luni intr-un astfel de loc.doar ca relaxarea asta vine impreuna cu "carceii" de rigoare:bani, timp,locuri,oameni.Am realizat ca in timpurile noastre, specia umana,si subliniez specia umana, ar trebui sa aiba ceva indistructibil in constructzie, ceva din ADN-ul extraterestriilor,pentru a reusi sa convietuiasca in lumea incolora!

Din ciclu "jurnal pe internet" 4

2009-04-25T05:51:00.000-07:00

Ce-atzi spune daca scriu ce vreau eu?merge?la modu daca vreau sa spun..sugetzi cariciu sau ceva de genu asta..sau da-tzi-va la o parte sa-mi bag cioaca in mama voastra?asa cum se exprima marea majoritate a populatziei din Romania?eu de ce ash fi cizelata?de ce sa nu spun exact ce-mi trece prin cap in blogu asta de tot cacatu?si ce..daca avetzi un blog "encriptibil" si plin de sentiment inseamna ca ce?k suntetzi mai breji? suntetzi de cacat!e fix acelashi lucru..nu incerc sa impresionez pe nimeni cu nimic,nici sa demonstrez k sunt desteapta sau proasta sau ca imi curge scuipat din gura.
Pana data viitoare, "ma inclin.voie buna".

Din ciclu "Jurnal pe internet" 2

2009-04-17T07:20:00.000-07:00

Am ajuns la Pitesti.Locu de "bashtina" unde ma simt intotdeauna protejata, cocoloshita si iubita,de ce nu.e frumos, altfel de aer, oamenii mai linistitzi, si familia mereu "aproape".

Am ajuns la Pitesti in perioada asta sfanta..Pastele..sarbatoare care a devenit extrem de populara,si nu pentru insemnatatea ei,ci pentru faptul ca oamenii sunt mai preocupatzi de "meniul" zilei si de cadourile iepurashului roz sau roshu sau cum o fi el.

Asa ca Iisus nu mai e atat de trendi in zilele noastre,credinta scartzaie si ea,oamenii parca au inceput sa citeasca si sa cerceteze."Gresit!Asta nu se face!cercetatu si cititu e nasol.trebuie doar sa crezi"..cam asta ar spune "omul" religiei, asta de pe la noi.

Si asa,m-am gandit ca poza asta este exact ideea mea de poza de sarbatoare.

Paste fericit!

Din ciclu "jurnal pe internet"

2009-04-15T03:49:00.000-07:00

Saptamana viitoare ma duc la dentist.(apropo de blogul anterior,o sa povestesc intamplari patetice din viatza de zi cu zi,ca vorba aia..).Prima oara in viatza cand ma duc la doctoru responsabil cu dintzii, nu ca mi-a fost lene sau ceva,pur si simplu n-am avut probleme de genu.nu tu carie,nu tu durere de masele,nimic.Dar,cu toate astea,m-a pocnit aku la varsta onorabila pe care o am,o lipsa acuta de dinte de lapte,dinte care iesea in poza de fiecare data knd ii trageam un zambet.Nasol.Asa ca, o sa fac imposibilul,o sa dezvirginez un "taram" neatins,pentru ca dupa sarabtoarea de Paste,dupa atata post,ar merge o desfranare in masa, asa ca la carte, incarcata cu injuraturi de durere si alte "organe" porcoase!Asta pentru ca meritam!

Io nu am bani :(

2009-04-14T04:01:00.000-07:00

Sub influenta unei cafelutze si a sunetului cristalin care vine fumegand din camera alaturata,voi incepe sa scriu un blog(da, am cam ramas in urma..nasol..nu mai sunt trendy)un blog pe care l-am mai scris o data,nu neaparat in forma asta dar ideea era aceeashi.un blog despre bloguri in general,despre tendintza asta de a fi sinceri pe internet si de a lupta cu propriile probleme in vazul tuturor,pentru ca nu,doar suntem in 2009,anul in care criza economica ne mananca branza si painea din magazine,si internetul este la mare cautare!
Am tot citit bloguri in ultima perioada,unele mai patetice,altele mai funny,dar cele mai multe sunt din ciclu "am o drama deci exist".degeaba face lumea misto de curentul emo pentru ca el zace in fiecare dintre noi.fara exceptzii."problemele existentziale" fac furori,sentimentul ultra modern numit "el ou vi i" este si el prezent.Pentru unii "scrisul" este un fel de terapie,pentru altzii este o modalitate destul de interesanta "in order to" arate ce "cool" sunt in materie de limba engleza si cum se "scrye" misto,faimosii "futangii" si "smokarashi" nelipsitzi de pe plantatziile de bloguri romanesti care isi povestesc aventurile in materie de sex(cum se plimba fetele ca sclavele dupa ei prin casa,si cum le-au futut din plictis,virgini de genu)droguri(cat de varza au fost aseara,si ce misto e sa te sperii de clantza de la usha,astia care au tricouri sau cercei cu "frunza")si alte vicii la moda.
In concluzie, nu pot sa spun decat un singur lucru:IO NU AM BANI :(
si sa va dau un exemplu dragutzel: apasatzi!

Sober!P!nk

2008-11-25T14:25:00.000-08:00

MGMT feelin electric

2008-07-12T04:10:00.000-07:00

Primul fir de nisip direct in Blanoz!

2008-05-06T12:05:00.000-07:00

ho ....fire..

excelent pentru blanoz..dau bila alba..

No DoubT

2008-03-25T09:26:00.000-07:00

Sid and Nancy

2008-03-09T03:06:00.000-07:00

Charlotte Willer Makeup

2008-02-20T05:18:00.000-08:00

Make Up..

The Departed

2008-02-20T04:46:00.001-08:00

Pasager Intunecat

2008-02-18T14:17:00.000-08:00

-Eu sunt #%&*...

si...

Nu prea stiu ce sunt.

- Bunã, #%&*.

stiu doar cã existã ceva întunecat

în mine.

si o ascund.

Cu siguranþã nu vorbesc despre asta,

dar e acolo,

întotdeauna.

E ca un pasager întunecat.

si când el mã conduce, simt...

cã sunt viu.

Pe jumãtate bolnav de fior,

de completa eroare...

nu mã împotrivesc,

nu vreau asta.

El e tot ce am.

Nimic altceva nu m-ar iubi.

Nici mãcar...

în special eu.

Sau e doar o minciunã

ceea ce-mi rosteste

tovarãsul meu întunecat ?

Fiindcã în ultima vreme

am momente când mã simt

legat

de altceva.

De cineva.

Ca si cum...

masca ar aluneca...

Lucruri,

oameni...

ce n-au contat vreodatã,

deodatã încep sã conteze...

Mã sperie îngrozitor.

Bunã, #%&*

D E X T E R

2008-02-17T14:53:00.000-08:00

The killer in you..

Smoke artistic pictures

2008-02-12T12:22:00.000-08:00

sensitive light

Frankuyttenhove

2008-02-10T23:46:00.000-08:00

Street Sewer Opening Art

2008-02-10T08:04:00.000-08:00

A few young artists had been decorating the city’s sewer opening of Sao Paulo with their beautiful artwork. It’s a much refreshing look than those old graffiti on walls.

Tesh Photography

2008-02-10T07:40:00.000-08:00

Kate Moss in art department

Daft Punk

2008-02-10T07:08:00.000-08:00

Electroma Trailer

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Kids, Drugs and the Truth

2008-01-06T06:59:00.000-08:00

NUMBERS DON’T ALWAYS TELL THE WHOLE STORY
The statistics are chilling, hard to ignore and alarming for any parent in any family in America.
According to an unprecedented survey by the federal government of drug use by adolescents ages 12 to 17 on any given day during 2006:
• nearly 1.2 million smoked cigarettes
• 631,000 drank alcohol
• 586,000 used marijuana
• 50,000 used inhalants
• 43,800 used hallucinogens, cocaine or heroin
"By breaking the data down and analyzing it on a day-to-day basis, we gain a fresh perspective on how deeply substance abuse pervades the lives of many young people and their families," said Dr. Terry Cline of the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration.
Cline is on the mark; the study proves that alcohol and other drug abuse is everyone’s problem. No family, no community is immune. And it isn’t just the federal government’s problem to solve. It’s an issue that churches, neighborhood associations and civic groups are obligated to address.
It is also an issue that deserves the kind of conversation that I was part of a few weeks ago when I spoke at a special school assembly for 1,200 students at Ball High School in Galveston, Texas.
I was amazed at the depth and breadth of the questions and comments from students who don’t use these substances, who seek healthy alternatives to peer pressure or what is too often construed as the “norm” among their friends.
“I got a buddy who sniffs stuff like glue and paint, he thinks it ain’t hurting him but I know it is,” said Francisco, a junior. “I’m worried for him, but I still want to be his friend. How do I say it?”
I told Francisco that the best friends in the world are those who can tell the truth to each other, without fear. “You might be surprised by his response if you let him know that you’re worried and want to help him get help. Even if he pushes you away now he may be back later when he’s hurting more or in trouble.”
Lakeisha is also in the 11th grade. She stood at the microphone in front of her classmates and talked about her older brother who dropped out of the same school a few years ago. “He sells dope on the corner on our street and he’s been shot, in jail, and still getting high all the time. He says everyone did it when he was here. I don’t believe him.”
I asked Lakeisha what she does believe. “Do your friends and classmates all do drugs?” A wave of hoots and hollers swept the auditorium. She hesitated for a moment. But she didn’t shirk from the microphone.
“My friends aren’t like that,” she said. “The kids doing drugs want us to believe everyone’s doing it. It’s like we’re the ones who are hiding something because we don’t get high, they aren’t afraid to hide anything even though they are smoking and drinking.”
I told Lakeisha that oftentimes it’s the people using those substances that garner the most attention, mainly because they want their peers to see their behavior as a badge of rebellion or puffed-up risk taking. “In fact, I urge you and your friends to stand up and be an example that not everyone is getting high. You will find that most people are like you, not like them. Don’t be invisible.”
It’s hard to ignore the numbers in the recent government survey. We do have a serious on-going problem with adolescent drug abuse in our families, in neighborhoods and at school. But for every statistic underscoring the problem, there are more uncounted examples of the solution. It is time we start counting them too.

Merry Christmas Everyone

2007-12-12T07:14:00.000-08:00

Beat the Devil !!

2007-11-14T06:06:00.000-08:00

Darkness is death's ignorance and the devil's time.

Devil: Who's that?
Bob: It's Marilyn.
Devil: Who?
Bob: Creep from down the hall, complaining about the noise.
Devil: [suddenly nervous] Oh, tell him I'm not here. He spooks me out. He's weird.
Marilyn Manson: Can you keep it down in there? I'm trying to read, okay? [holds up copy of Bible]
Devil:Complaining about the noise? Have you heard the racket he makes?

Best Movie Quotes

2007-10-28T14:15:00.000-07:00

"Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love."
- ALVY SINGER (Woody Allen) in Annie Hall (1977)

"Because when you're a call girl, you control it, that's why. Because someone wants you...and for an hour...I'm the best actress in the world."
- BREE DANIEL (Jane Fonda) in Klute (1971)

"Hitler was better-looking than Churchill, he was a better dresser than Churchill, he had more hair, he told funnier jokes, and he could dance the pants off of Churchill!"
- FRANZ LIEBKIND (Kenneth Mars) in The Producers (1968)

"Your mother's in here with us, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it."
- REGAN MacNEIL/SATAN (Linda Blair) in The Exorcist (1973)

"You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass."
- MARCELLUS WALLACE (Ving Rhames) in Pulp Fiction (1994)

"He won't come after me. He won't. I can't explain it. He would consider that...rude."
- CLARICE STARLING (Jodie Foster) in The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

"Wendy? Darling? Light of my life?...I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the f--- in!"
- JACK TORRANCE (Jack Nicholson) in The Shining (1980)

"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."
- VERBAL KINT (Kevin Spacey) in The Usual Suspects (1995)

"I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?"
- JACK BYRNES (Robert DeNiro) in Meet the Parents (2000)

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the armies of the North, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."
- MAXIMUS (Russell Crowe) in Gladiator (2000)

"Bring the dog, I love animals. I'm a great cook."
- ALEX FORREST (Glenn Close) in Fatal Attraction (1987)

"I'm not bad; I'm just drawn that way."
- JESSICA RABBIT (Kathleen Turner) in Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

"Nobody's looking for a puppeteer in today's wintry economic climate."
- CRAIG SCHWARTZ (John Cusack) in Being John Malkovich (1999)

"Jerry, d'you know the human head weighs eight pounds?
- RAY (Jonathan Lipnicki) in Jerry Maguire (1996)

"Oh, for goodness' sakes, get down off that crucifix. Someone needs the wood."
- ADAM/FELICIA (Guy Pearce) in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994)

"Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on to."
- DOLORES CLAIBORNE (Kathy Bates) in Dolores Claiborne (1995)

A Love story

2007-10-24T07:20:00.000-07:00

Asia..

2007-10-11T13:57:00.000-07:00

Hieroglyphics between these words and the transparency of the paper of my brand new diary A skull in the shadows of the room A scorpion crawling on my hand Hairy like an orangutan Loss of femininity is the Death of sexuality
Persuaded by tired waves of undecided desires Before the night tide Populated by depraved or deprived ghosts Lost any hope as oh have entered me
Still, So young I used to contemplate To feel alive Unlike the people I despised the most And now I have become them The world slides around me Tasteless odorless Dreamless and wonder less.Living off of the storage of my past could say or left unsaid That I died for...Or should I not explain a thing The whole point could be NOT to talk about it I never want to articulate anything Ever again(TOO MUCH INFO ALREADY) Name reasons why life is unmanageable:
1) Spending half if the day in the bathroom.2) Having to get up even when you don't want to.3) When you go mad you see yourself going mad.5) Turning into a monster if in a position of power Think about how your disease lives in you.It lives in you almost like a different person:it fucks with youit wants you dead.How does that voice sound like?Fears: (Go ask God)
Career: GodLove: God Friendship: Learn to be friend: Ask God Being Broke: Ask God: willing to be Willing Not being able to pay the rent: ***Dying: God.Not being able to work anymore: Ego= God Having to deal with myself: What do you mean?Losing everything: God. What's everything?No Heart: Blah Blah Blah.No feelings: Drama.Loneliness: Be of service.Bad daughter: What kind of daughter do you want to be?Failure: Ego.Criticism: Ego.Deadlines: Welcome to the real world.Insomnia: Nobody died from lack of sleep.Pain (Physical and mental): God relieve my pain.Being petty, petty art: God, show me the difference between petty and not petty.Depression: God.Being unworthy: Ego. F E A RU V N UC E D NK R Y T H I N G
I did try the God thing.

Suicide Girl.by Asia Argento

Girl Interrupted!

2007-10-03T06:16:00.000-07:00

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe l was just crazy.

"Give her five miIIigrams of VaIium, IV. Turn her head so she doesn't aspirate. There you go. Aspirin fragments and vodka, I think."

Why can't you controI time?

"Are you stoned?" "Do you smoke pot?" "Take LSD?" "No drugs?" " How do you feeI right now?" I... ...don't know.

"You don't Iike me anymore? " "No, I don't! " " Because you're free? " "You think you're free?" " I'm free! " " You don't know what freedom is! " " I'm free! I can breathe! And you. ...you'II go choke on your average fucking mediocre Iife!There are too many buttons in the worId. Too many buttons,and they're just...There's way too many,begging to be pressed.And it makes me wonder. It makes me fucking wonder.Why doesn't anybody ever press mine? Why am I so negIected? Why doesn't anybody reach inand rip out the truth.. ...and teII me that I'm a fucking whore....and that my parents wish I were dead? Because you're dead aIready, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa...because you're dead aIready. Your heart is coId! That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this pIace.You need it to feeI aIive. It's pathetic. I've wasted a year of my Iife. And maybe everyone out there is a Iiar. And maybe the whoIe worId.....is stupid and ignorant. But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it....than down here with you. " Don't. Don't. Don't.

What's your Version?

2007-10-01T13:52:00.000-07:00

Here they come with their make-up on as lovely as the clouds, come and see them,Boys and girls and their mums and their words and their romances and jobs and their sons,Barking mad kids, lonely dads who drug it up to give it some meaning,From the raves to the council estates they're reminding us there's things to be done.But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,you and me, so lazy...Here they come gone 7am getting satellite and Sky getting cable,Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends who just really, really want to be loved,Uncle Teds and their legendary vests helping out around the disabled,From the flats and the maisonettes they're reminding us there's things to be done.But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,you and me, so lazy...It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me...