ganduri...

pentru voi...si pentru mine

2010-05-05T18:06:00.002+03:00

In ultimele cateva luni am cam omis site`ul blogger dintr-un singur motiv....NU MAI AM IDEI (sau timp? ori chef); dar am ramas surprins sa vad ca cineva inca mai citeste "porcariile" mele.

Asa ca, daca mai este vreun cititor sau cititoare care vrea sa imi imbunatateasca calitatile de "scriitor" ( :D ) astept pareri sau sugestii pentru noi articole.

Sper totusi sa dea cineva cu subsemnatul pe`aici :D

Pe curand.

Esti din Cluj....

2010-04-21T19:18:00.000+03:00

Îţi dai seama că eşti din Cluj dacă...:

1. ...te-ai săturat să vezi statuia lui Matei Corvin acoperită de schele;
2. ...nu știi care sunt străzile Bolyai Janos, Hermann Oberth sau I.C. Brătianu, deși treci zilnic pe ele; numești strada I.M. Klein – strada cu Bulgakovu’ și Iuliu Maniu – strada în oglindă;
3. ...ajungi mai repede la Viena decât la București;
4. ...faci diferența dintre Nico și Big Apple;
5. ...știi de ce a ars de fapt Janis Stuf;
6. ...ai trăit experiența șaselui de dimineață;
7. ...te-ai enervat când ai văzut „noua” Piață a Unirii;
8. ...știi înjura la fel de bine, atât în română, cât și în maghiară;
9. ...numești Bucureștiul „Lamitici” ;
10. ...știi cine își dă întâlnire noaptea în Parcul Mare și în Pădurea Hoia-Baciu;
11. ...știi tot felul de povești ciudate despre catacombele din Piața Unirii, Anna Báthory, sau casele de toleranță de pe actuala stradă Dragalina;
12. ...trăiești într-un oraș cosmopolit: tramvaiele sunt nemțești, autobuzele franțuzești etc.;
13. ...ai auzit de locuri precum Someșul Rece, Șuncuiuș, Poiana Zânelor;
14. ...asculți „Radio Impuls” de dimineață;
15. ...faci diferența dintre moți și mocani;
16. ...știi ce este un mitic și un sudist;
17. ...te întâlnești cu prietenii „la clopot” sau „la coada calului”;
18. ...îți duci prietenii străini în Janis;
19. ...când vrei să-ți faci abonament pe transportul în comun, ai nevoie de poză, bani (mărunți!), și mult timp la dispoziție;
20. ...eviți mașinile cu numerele IF, IL, MH, DB și știi că toate mașinile cu număr de București sunt, de fapt, luate în leasing;
21. ...respecți așa cum se cuvine o Varză á la Cluj, o sticlă de Ursus și un Vargabéles;
22. ...te întrebi de ce e orașul atât de aglomerat la ora la care oamenii ar trebui să fie la serviciu;
23. ...habar n-ai de ce pe dealul care oferă cea mai mare vizibilitate din oraș e o cruce imensă;
24. ...știi cine au fost Lulu, Ionică şi Generalu’ și apariția unui individ îmbrăcat din cap până-n picioare în culori fosforescente nu te mai surprinde;
25. ...numele a peste jumătate dintre colegii tăi de clasă se termina în „-an”;
26. ...știi ce înseamnă lucicoș, a duhăni, fercheș, mintenaș și a ţuca;
27. ...când erai mic, te dădeai în „hintă”, trăgeai linii drepte cu un „liniar” și jucai „mâţă” fără să ştii ce-i aia „leapșă”;
28. ...recunoști „boactării” înainte să se suie în troleibuz;
29. ...ești student la / ai absolvit / predai la / lucrezi pentru / ai avut cel puțin de câteva ori în viață de-a face cu Universitatea Babeș-Bolyai;
30. ...știi că Piezișa nu e o stradă, e o atitudine;

...faci diferența dintre „servus” și „servustoc”, știi ce înseamnă „szia!”și te uiți ciudat dacă cineva te salută cu „bună!”;
31. ...ai fost cel puțin o dată la băut pe Cetățuie;
32. ...90% din călătorii de pe autobuz au peste dublul vârstei tale;
33. ..știi ce este „kürtős kalács” și chiar îți place;
34. ...ai fost pe platoul Sălii Sporturilor, la Festivalul Berii;
35. ...ştii cel puțin 5 moduri de ajunge din Piața Avram Iancu în Piața Păcii;
36. ...eşti convins că Clujul e cel mai „fain” oraş din ţară şi ai spus cel puţin o dată că ar trebui să fie capitala României;
37. ...îți aminteşti de când s-a schimbat traseul şaptelui şi de toți cei care încurcau troleibuzele;
38. ...toate locurile au pentru tine două silabe: Memo, Doro, Cetă, Inso, Matei;
39. …ştii că U e mai mult decât o literă din alfabet;
40. ...te întrebi zilnic dacă avionul ăsta o să aterizeze în capăt pe Dorobanților;
41. ...„îţi iei palme” dacă trimiți o fată pe Calea Turzii;
42. ...ştii că Avram, Matei și Mihai nu sunt simple nume;
43. ...folosești „no” și „ioi” ca semne de punctuație;
44. ...ai mâncat cel puţin o dată pită cu unsoare și ceapă în baruri;
45. ...când spui de unde eşti, lumea te întreabă de Funar;
46. ...cunoşti locuri precum B-dul Petru Groza, Str. 6 Martie, Piața Libertății sau Parcul Engels;
47. ...ai colegi „de facultă”, cu care ai cursuri „pe 8”;
48. ...România de dincolo de Apahida are pentru tine o existență mai mult teoretică;
49. ...toate mărcile par a începe cu „ Napo ” sau a se termina în „de Cluj”;
50. ...ai murit de râs când ai auzit primele 3 reclame de la „ERDEESH” și restu' ţi s-au părut comerciale;
51. ...rosteşti „oa” într-un singur sunet;
52. ...îţi aminteşti când Diesel era singurul bar nou din centru, iar Metro singurul magazin mare de lângă oraș;
53. ...asculţi uneori Paprika Radio, chiar dacă nu știi ungurește;
54. ...știi că Bulgaria nu o e ţară, Observatorul nu-i observator, Irisul nu-i neapărat o parte a ochiului, Bună Ziua e mai mult decât un salut, Dâmbul nu-i un dâmb oarecare, Chios nu e o insulă din Grecia, iar Borhanci nu-i un nume de țigan;
55. ...ai şezut vreodată pe o bancă „tricoloră”;
56. ...cel puțin o treime din oraş se află în spate la Sora;
57. ...schimbi avioanele la Budapesta;
58. ...foloseşti denumiri prescurtate – BCU, UBB, FSEGA și te aştepţi ca toată lumea să ştie ce înseamnă;
59. ...mergi la Tarniţa ca la piscină, numa’ că mai off-road;
60. ...ai auzit de Rozi şi de Rabă şi-ți pare rău că nu mai sunt la televizor;
61. ...nu eşti surprins când cineva îţi spune că locuiește „în groapă”;
62. ...dacă ştii că:.. la tăţi ni-i greu ;)

Din pacate nu-mi pot asuma tot creditul pentru acest articol dar e tare :)

poveste scurta...dar frumoasa

2010-03-16T00:20:00.002+02:00

Totul a inceput intr-o seara de Decembrie...

Iesisem la un pahar de poveste cu o buna prietena si plictisindu-ma pe fotoliu imi plimbam ochii dupa alte fete frumoase prin local.Dupa vreo 2-3 ore de privit la nimic aparu in spatele meu o mica faptura blonda, cu parul lung si lins.La inceput nu i`am dat mare atentie decat, poate blugilor albastrii si mulati ce ii purta si chipiului bleumarin ce in acoperea aproximativ jumatate fata.

Timul trecuse iar eu ramasesem singur la masa si fara tigari,cand dintr-o data am observat ca fata careia ii admirasem blugii mai devreme se aseza pe canapeaua de la masa mea si isi aprinsese o tigara.Dupa aproximativ o jumatate de ora m-am ridicat de pe fotoliu sa-i cer o tigara(cu mare jena insa).Mi-a raspuns clar "nu am, dar iti fac rost".Am ramas surprinsde faptul ca nu trecusera 2 minute de cand s-a ridicat de pe canapea si se intorsese cu doua tigari.

Ametiti sau poate doar plictisiti am inceput o conversatie chiar foarte placuta dar intrerupta dupa vreo trei sau patru ore de un individ( pe buna dreptate, dar totusi cred ca ar fi putut sa foloseasca un limbaj mai putin colorat),dupa care ea pleca.

Dupa cateva zile am apelat la unele cunostinte pentru numarul ei de telefon nesperand sa il folosesc vreodata dar totusi am trimis un mesaj la care am primit si cateva raspunsuri.

Intr-o seara eram plictisit si vorbeam cu ea prin sms`uri (ca doar asa se poarta mai nou o conversatie).Asa s-a nascut povestea cabanei imaginare:

"eu: unde ai vrea sa mergi in vacanta?la mare...sau la munte?

ea: la munte ca e mai linistit

eu: atunci hai sa ne facem o cabanuta imaginara

ea: de`acord, tu incepi

eu: la poalele unui munte era o cabana

ea: si era multa multa zapada

eu: iar noi incercam sa ne incalzim langa semineu

ea: cu un pahar de vin rosu

eu: cu un pahar de vin rosu sa fie

ea: si pe urma?

eu: o sa privesc adanc in ochii tai si o sa`ti spun cat esti de frumoasa

ea: si pe urma?

eu: pe urma....o sa-ti sarut buzele dulci

ea: si daca te musc?

eu: asta este

ea: si pe urma?

eu: I`ll slowly kiss every part of your boddy

ea: am ramas fara cuvinte...nu mai stiu ce sa zic

ea: si pe urma vine mama si ne fura hainele

eu: si invelit cu covorasul din fata semineului o sa ies afara dupa lemne de foc sa nu ne fie frig"

Am un singur regret. Ca nu imi amintesc povestea chiar asa cum a fost

P.S Pentru tine pustoaico :)

un nou inceput

2009-07-05T22:36:00.002+03:00

A trecut mult timp de la ultima postare,a trecut mult timp de cand am mai iesit undeva, a trecut multa vreme de cand am vazut-o pe ea.DE CE?

Ar fi multe raspunsuri la aceasta intrebare, dar cred ca cel mai potrivit ar fi "am fost plecat".Unde si de ce asta nu cred ca mai conteaza acum, dar ce pot sa va spun este ca in timpul cat am fost plecat am avut ocazia sa descopar cat de frumoasa poate sa fie viata chiar daca langa tine nu mai poate fi aceeasi EA.

Am descoperit ca prietenii adevarati iti sunt alaturi in cele mai intunecate clipe ale vietii, si vor face orice sa te ridice atunci cand ai cazut.Iar cand ai prieteni ca ai mei te ridica mult mai sus decat vei fi sperat vreodata.iar cu asta am incheiat partea de inceput.

Cu cateva zile in urma am implinit si eu ca orice om 21 de ani.Poate pentru unii nu e mare lucru dar pentru mine a fost cea mai fericita zi din viata mea,chiar daca a trebuit sa muncesc la fel ca intr-o zi obisnuita sau poate putin putin mai mult.Se zice ca 21 este un numar norocos pentru cei care cred in zodii sau pentru cei pasionati de jocurile de noroc.Ei bine pentru mine 21 este intradevar un numar norocos chiar daca nu sunt un mare adept al jocurilor de noroc(poate doar cand e vorba de viata mea),iar cat despre astre...ma cam lasa rece.

La o zi dupa ce am implinit 21 de ani am fost invitat in oras, la o bere si o poveste(cred) de una din cele mai bune prietene ale mele.Ajuns seara de la munca obosit, am facut un dus si am iesit in oras pentru ca o promisiune e promisiune si se respecta orice ar fi, dar nici prin cap nu mi-a trecut ca o sa ma simt atat de bine in compania ei si a prietenilor acesteia.Ajuns acolo m-am trantit pe un scaun cu berea in fata si cred ca era sa adorm (scuze pt asta) dar dupa un timp "cineva" mi-a spus ca in incaperea cealalta e "cuvantul cu R"(stie lumea la cine ma refer),pe scurt cuvantul cu R e o tipa destul de draguta care destula vreme mi-a placut foarte mult si pe care nu am vazut-o de foarte multa vreme.Nu stiu de ce dar brusc mi-a revenit cheful de distractie iar oboseala a trecut ca prin "minune".

Continuarea in postarea urmatoare.

faith? or just bad luck?

2009-03-30T18:59:00.002+03:00

Saturday I went to a movie with my two best friends.Nothing bad in that,the movie was preety good, the sorround sistem in the Cinema was great...shortly I had fun :)
But after the movie we wanted to go out to a pub but as usual we didn`t know witch one to pick...so after searching and searching and searching for a place to have some fun and possible drink a beer or two a painfull headake got me and it ruined my mood compleetly.After a while we decided (or better said the girls decided that we go to "Irish&something" pub.When we got there I got so sleeppy that I bearly could keep my eyes open. Finaly I orderd a Coca-Cola cause I couldn`t evan think of drinking beer cause it maked me sigh and I didn`t want to emberece myselpf by thorwing up in some freeky dirty bathroom.
Anyway at about 1.30 I decided to go home (I suck) and went to the train station while the girls continued haveing fun (don`t know where)...when I got to the train station I gived every penny I had on a train ticket.When I got on the train I felt so sigh that I thought I`ll die, my face was so pail that I loocked like a ghost, I opend the bathroom door and I think that about 20 min I throwed up everything that I had eaten in the last week.After that I went to my compartment and felt at sleep for about halph hour, if I`dd slept longer I think I would have ended up in Brasov :D
At about 4.30 I got home and when I oppend the door I couldnt see a thing 30 cm away from the cigarette smoke that my brother and his friends caused.From the entrance door I went straight to the bathroom and throwed up for about 1 hour. I honestly don`t know what could I had left to throw up but something camed out :D
After I finished I went to bed and felt at sleep until sunday afternoon.And I felt like new
Don`t know what happend or why but it hurt like hell.

what`s love got to do with it?!

2009-03-27T18:51:00.003+02:00

Well I didn`t thought that my next article will be so soon but I rememberd something about a girl.

Since a few weeks ago my brother has a girlfriend.Nothing special in that but his girlfriend want`s to hoock me up with some friend of hers.Nothing wrong with that either.

My "sister in law"`s friend seems like a really nice girl, verry understanding, cute,someone who you could really talk to.. but I don`t think someone like her will ever want to be with someone like me.Don`t get me wrong I would like to have someone who cares about me, someone that I could talk to and why not someone to love and to be loved.

But it`s been so long since I last felt that feeling that I don`t evan remember how it was, how does it feel when you`re inloved.

Anyway after a few hours of beeing pressured by my sister in law I accepted to meet her friend and somehow she got my IM adress and I said thast it won`t hurt me if I`dd give it a try. I personaly don`t think that a relationship can be build on the web cause first of all it`s verry easy to lie to someone. aldough by sending IM`s or text messages you can easyer find the wright words and you can make the person you have the conversation with, feel special or different ... in other words you can set a mood (the mood you want).
So far all I could do was to make her smile once...I don`t think it`s a secret that I`m a little rusty when it comes to making a girl like me but still I`m trying.
Until next time see`ya all

It`s been a while

2009-03-27T16:27:00.000+02:00

Hi there to all of those who read my posts.I know it`s been a while since I`ve wrote the last article...but some things have changed since, I`ve changed.
For the first time in a long time I found out (again) that life can be so beautifull if you just try to see the half full of the glass.But however I don`t judge life by beeing a glass full or emty, I simply think it`s just the wrong size.
In this few mounths I mett someone who at first I thought she was different then the other girls in this small town...well after a few days I found oud she wasn`t so different afterall.But that didn`t bodder me as much as her lies did.
The one thing I hate more then anything in this world is beeing lied by someone that I care about.
I really don`t understand why would someone who cares about you lies to you...cause lies have short leggs and the trouth will always come up, and then?...you loose everything you cared about just because once you were foull einough not to tell the trouth.
Anyway it`s good to be back :)
If there are any readers of this blogg I`ll return with more articles...If there aren`t, then I`ll write for myselph :)

goodbye...

2008-11-07T21:01:00.000+02:00

E tot, e pustiu, cata durerea-n mineSi cata dragoste si toata, toata-i pentru tineNu inteleg ce fac pe lumeCand nu ma vrei aproapeNu ma visezi in noapteAsa cum te visezDar eu plec, iar tu ramaiSi-ti mai doresc iubirea care-am vrutSa ti-o ofer atat de multPoate acum, cand nu mai suntVei intelege sper...Dar va fi tarziuSi eu ma înalt spre cerRefrenSi eu ma inalt spre cerSi simt ca te las in gerul meuCand ploaie va fi pe pamantTu vei sti ca despre tine cantCand soare va fi pe pamantTu vei sti...ca despre tine cantNu mi-a ramas nici-o sperantaTu le-ai ars pe toateSi cata dragoste ai ars nu vei afla vreodataIti amintesti de ziua-n careVroiam sa-ti daruiesc o floare?tu gingas mi-ai soptit ca pleciIar eu raman...Nu, eu plec, iar tu ramaiSi-ti mai doresc iubirea care-am vrutSa ti-o ofer atat de multPoate acum, cand nu mai suntVei intelege, sper...Dar va fi tarziuSi eu ma inalt spre cerNumai durerea mea e pe pamantUltima data despre tine cantPastrez in suflet numele tau sfantToata vïata ti-o dau...
Nu sunt fan al artistului (Dan Balan) dar versurile mi se potrivesc...

I could think of a thousand ways to say goodbye. Everyone thinks that saying "goodbye" to someone is almost the hardest thing to do but it`s actually the easyest thing to do...just let two simple words come out of your mought "good...bye". The thing about goodbyes is not saying it...is keeping it that way, keeping your "promisse" to those people that don`t expect to see you never again, never hear from you.
So before I close this blogg let me tell you about someone who once was kindof a girlfriend of mine...sounds borring, I know but we`ve mett about three years ago when I first camed back home and our relationship was more a deep friendship than romance( actualy there was no romance at all). Anyway I started to like her because she always tried to make me laugh, aldough verry often she didn`t succeded. Anyway I was confused at that time and I didn`t know what I wanted from life (actualy I still don`t know what I want)...so after a short while we broked up and didn`t talked to eachother for some time. Now we are good friends going in two sepparate ways in our lifes.
The End.

Goodbye everyone

happy sweet nineteen

2008-11-02T20:01:00.000+02:00

This is a special article for a special girl who soon will turn nineteen years old.
I said she`s a special girl because she is one of verry few people that didn`t judged me for my actions, is one of the few persons that gained my trust (wich is not an easy thing to do), one of the few that accepted me for who I am...
She`s the only one that tooked me about eighteen mounths to convince to have a cup of coffee with me and then verry surprisely to me she accepted to go with me to the movies from a simple request.
[I could say that those two days were some of the happyest days of my life. I can also say that those days maked me change my life in good because she showd me that there are people in this world who want to do good things not only to destroy everything taey touch.]
So thru this article I wish her a HAPPY SWEET NINETEEN lots of luck and happyness and everything lese she wishes to come true.
In the end I want her to know that I don`t judge her if sometimes she firgot to do something or give something or evan tell me something...afterall I`m used to this kind of things and the questions that I have will always be a memory of her and I will never firget her smile when I gived her the rose.
Once again these are just words in my mind and I don`t give a damn if some low-life dumb dick doesn`t like it or if he/she has a problem with it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY "coffee cup girl"
Some time... some day... some how... somewhere...we will meet again

Holloween

2008-11-02T10:57:00.000+02:00

So the day had come afterall when almost everyone celebrates The Day Of The Dead.... the day when in some parts of the world like USA or Canada kids dress up in scarry costumes amd go from dor to door to trick`r treat and get candy. For every child holloween is kindof like Christmas cause they get lots of candy. In our country we celebrate the day of the dead a little differently...we go to the cemetery and we light candels say prears for our loveones that left this world.

I din`t really like this celebration cause unfortunatly to many of my loveones had past away and I can`t go and visit them all. So yesturday I went to visit my grandfather and my father ... but I didn`t had time to go and visit an other special person who left this world too soon but some day I will .

When we got back from the cementary it started to rain...the angels were crying ... as a sign that all of those that were in the cementary were not alone and I kindof felt good and peacefull inside when I saw the first drops of rain from the sky.

This is my holloween story ...`til next time see`ya!
P.S I miss them all

rain...

2008-10-18T15:06:00.000+03:00

Some time ago I wrote to a dear friend of mine "there is a saying about the rain :"WHENEVER RAINS OUTSIDE THE ANGELS ARE CRYING" noone knows why the angels cry, maybe because they lost someone they love or just maybe cause someone dear to them, here on Earth is suffering. So they send rain as a message to let their loveones on Earth know that they ( the angels) are allways with them.So whenever you feel sad or you feel like everyone is against you and when you loock at the window and see that it`s raining, just know you`re not alone.In essence life was build in a perfect ballance.There allways was that fight between good and evil but one day the evil got greedy and tried to get every soul for himselph and the balance was distroyd.Eventualy God seeing that the evil is getting greedy, gived the human been a choice: TO BE GOOD OR BAD.So now we have our faith in our hands, we can keep the ballance or we can distroy everithing. And for every bad thing that we do we have to do ten good things to restore the balance cause bad things are allways easy to do and you don`t need alot of brain to do thembut to do a good thing takes alot of thinking involved and some of us simply don`t want to do a little effort"

I like rain mostly when I`m sad or angry cause I can`t cry whenever it rains I feel like the angels are crying for me and it makes me feel peacefull. Some people think that rain is the way that our lost love ones communicate with us, telling us that they`re allways watching us from Haven and that they`re sad or happy when we are. I personaly like to think so because it makes me feel less lonly, sometimes it makes me feel like I didn`t completly lost them, just that I can`t see them anymore.

So like I said before whenever you feel sad or lonly loock up to the sky and know that you`re not alone.

questions...

2008-10-17T22:37:00.000+03:00

WHO?
WHEN?
WHY?
WHERE?
HOW LONG?
HOW? these are general questions that every human been has.
Usualy I have answers to almost anything, but, as every human been I also have some questions that I`ll never have the answer for. The most used question teenagers or young people have is "WHY?"... I ask myselph often "why" did I had to do the things I did evan or "why" did I hurt so many other people...
But now I wonder "why" was I given a secound chance, why me? why not someone else? cause there are alot more people in this world that pray for that secound chance all their life. A long time ago I was one of them, I wanted someone back so bad that I was ready to give my life so she could have her`s back, but that didn`t happen and as time past by I moved on but on a verry different path then the one she would want for me.
Now I have that secound chance and in her memory I won`t waist it, I`m a better man with a quiet life, sometimes is like I`m living in a dream...
Anyhow with this secound chance there are alot of questions involved : first is WHY? cause I didn`t do anything special ... But what I don`t really know is WHAT AM I SAPPOSED TO DO NEXT?
If someone has the answer to that question or at least an oppinion is welcomed to share it with me
~till next time ~see`ya~

fresh new start...

2008-10-12T22:34:00.000+03:00

It`s been a while since I wrote the last article. At first I didn`t thought that I would write again but in the last week some good things happend and I was givven a secound chance in life. From now on I`m gonna start a new life and a better one I hope.Now the only thing I have to worry about is finding a job cause is damn hard to find one this days...

As answer to some of your questions about two of my articles "the movies... and the coffee cup story", YES there were the same two characters in bouth of the articles and as you thought one of them was me; and NO we are not dating, I thought that was clear that me and The Coffee Cup Girl are just friends (actualy she was more clear about this subject some time ago). Some other readers asked me "what will happen next?". Well I`m not a tipe of man that makes plans cause I`ve learned a long time ago that things don`t always go as you pland, so I guess we`ll just have to leave and see(or read).

Maybe this article is not so bright, maybe I got rusty or rustyer :) but again I hope you will enjoy reading it and the next to come
Until next time ...PEACE

cuvinte de ramas bun

2008-09-23T20:56:00.000+03:00

Presupun ca ar fi trebuit sa scriu acest articol putin mai devreme ca raspuns al unei intrebari frecvente la adresa blogului si in special a articolelor mele, si anume " De ce scriu articolele in engleza?".

Ei bine am un raspuns relativ simplu la aceasta intrebare IMI PLACE. Dar totusi are legatura cu un anume eveniment din trecutul meu. Cam tot ce am invatat despre viata a fost de la o familie de americani stabilita intr-un oras nu departe de unde locuiesc; am invatat sa iubesc pentru prima data de la o persoana care abea putea pronunta doua cuvinte in limba romana, cuvinte care imi faceau inima sa creasca de bucurie atunci cand le auzeam, cuvinte in care am incetat sa mai cred in momentul in care ea s-a alaturat ingerilor.

De cand ma stiu mi`a placut sa invat o limba straina, am ales engleza pentru ca la un moment dat era cea mai vorbita limba pe plan international (poate ca si acum este, dar inafara Comunitatii Europene).

Dar am ales sa scriu articolele in limba engleza pentru ca intr-un fel imi aminteste de "zilele insorite" si de zambetul ei divin din fiecare zi cand eram impreuna. Stiu ca nimic nu va mai fi cum a fost, eu nu voi mai fi acelasi baiat nevinovat care vedea doar binele in toate si care nu vroia raul nimanui, practic acel baiat prostut a murit odata cu ea.
Acum imi voi continua viata lunga sau scurta, intunecata sau gri, cu toate cele bune si cu toate cele rele pana moartea ne va reuni.

Pe final as vrea sa multumesc tuturor vizitatorilor pentru ca au avut rabdare sa-mi citeasca articolele, cui nu le-a placut, sincer ma lasa rece, pentru ca in final a fost este si va fi viata mea.

Pentru moment imi iau ramas-bun de la voi toti.....

the "Movies" story...

2008-09-22T19:44:00.001+03:00

This story has the same two characters as "The Coffee cup story"....only this time, I think the story ends here and maybe my blogg to.
The story beggins in a beautifull autumn Sunday evening (I say beautifull cause it wasn`t verry cold outside), when the guy asked the young lady to join him to the movies. Surprisely, for the first time since they knew each other she said "YES". Time had comed for him to go pick her up, but when he past by the little garden in front of his appartment, he saw a beautifull rose fighting with the cold to stay alive...
He tooked the rose and gived it to the young lady, but he firgot to tell her the flower`s story...so I`ll write some words that should have camed out of my mought yesturday night "THIS IS A SPECIAL ROSE FOR A SPECIAL LADY, CAUSE EVAN IF IT`S SENSITIVE TO COLD IT SURRVIVED ".
So they bouth went to the movie togather.Alldough, something strange happend to him all night long...he smiled and laught and I could have swored that he was happy.
The movie begund and they bouth paid attention to what was happening on the screan, but a few rows back there was a women with two young children that kept readding all the subbtitles outloud (this kindof enoyed him but also amused him in a strange way). The movie was a comedy and they bouth laught out loud ....
After the movie ended he walked her back home, but he never was at a movie with a lady friend (only with "a few" girlfriends....) so he didn`t knew what to do (It sounds pathethic, I know), so they stopt in front of her appartment building and started talking .... As the conversation went along she told him that in a few days she`ll move out from the town into a big city, cause she`s a freshman in college. He kindof got blue when he heard those words but didn`t want her to notice that so he wished her good night, turned arround and left.
My and also their story ends here...
IN THE END I wont be blue because it ended, I`ll be happy cause it happend (as once a good friend told me)

the Coffee cup story

2008-09-20T19:50:00.001+03:00

This is a story about a girl, a guy and a cup of coffee.
The story bigins about two years ago, when, new in town a boy (at that point in time with a dark soul) surfed the net searching for something; what was he searching for?...I don`t remember. While waiting for his files to download, he mett a girl on something like a chatroom but not quite. They started talking and talking and talk some more, my guess was that they were becomeing friends,but they never saw each other face to face. At first they bouth appeard to have lots of things in commoun. After a while, they bouth mett for the first time in a saturday night inside a club, but he was dead drunk and didn`t really rememberd what happend in that night ( my guess is that nothing happend cause he couldn`t say a word) The next day, he send her a verry verry nasty and unappropriate instant message, that he truly regreted. When the girl saw the instant message, she got so angry that she sended him to hell and ignored all his messages, so they didn`t speeked to each outher for one year. After 1 year they`ve mett again in the same place they first mett, and he was still dead drunk. Insteed of saying "hi" he kindof danced with her ( I really wouldn`t call that a dance, but whatever). The next day he turned the world arround just to appologise to her for tha words he had said.At first he kept asking her to go with him and get a cup of coffee, but she always said "maybe some other time" or "no", she never said "yes". They got into anouther fight but I don`t remember why and stopt talking to each other again for a while. The school was about to end and they were bouth in senoiur year of highschool but at different schools, ( so he wrote a invitation with a special message to her)<> cause after she got it, she looked for him or at least she thankt him and they satrted talking again. After the summer ended, it was time for him to pay his dets so he wrote her a text message asking if she was gonna be home in a certain saturday morning. The morning had comed and it was a preety nasty weather outside and they bouth got thinking ("to go , not to go" " it`s 9.30 he`s not commeing, but maybe he is") then the interphone ringd and she camed down the stairs and they bouth had a (I think it was good) cup of coffee, and they laught and talked and laught some more The story is not ending here,so...TO BE CONTINUED.

cold...

2008-09-19T20:13:00.000+03:00

This post is for a friend and it`s about cold weather about me against the world

Today I`ll write about a wave of cold air that maked allmost everyone think that the winter is comming. When I say "allmost everyone" I mean everyone but me. I don`t know for sure why from a while now I can`t feel cold, and when everyone putts their winter coat on, I`m wearing a simple tshirt and a summer jacket. I don`t really know why I don`t feel cold ...
Maybe it`s because lately I can`t feel almost anything, or maybe because my skin is thicker, or just maybe because I don`t care about the weather or sometimes about myselph or maybe I`m gust used to cold of all it`s kinds.
I like autumn cause the skys are mostly grey, and the weather is kindof darker (meaning that the sun doesn`t rise every dayand worms up the air so you feel good the entire day....It rises maybe once a week or once a mounth, ...it`s a little like me). I like to think autumn is a trial, to prepear everyone for something worse that`s about to come (the winter). Winter is not really my favorite season of the year, but lots of people love it because it`s mostly white and there is snow all arround. But of course like every outher season winter has it`s bad parts like the cold winds that freezes you to the bones, or the ice on the roads that causes lots of accidents, or evan avalanches in the mountain areas.
In the end of this post I would like to say that this probably isn`t my best work but noone is forced to read or like it, afterall this are just words in my mind.

thoughts.......

2008-09-18T11:50:00.000+03:00

Today I`m gonna write a storry about the girl that pooled me out of the darkness
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It`s gonna sound verry strange, but a long time ago I was a verry happy boy surrounded by people who loved him and he loved them back and more importantly he was inloved with a beautifull dark hair girl that ment the world to him. But one day it was time for that boy to grow up and become a man, that day was the day that his world died in frount of his eyes. Since that day on he wasn`t able to smile or laugh, he lost any memmory of what happyness and good means. He swored revange to those who tooked his love away. As time past his soul becamed darker and darker, he had his revange but that wouldn`t bring his girl back, but instead hi gaind alot of enemyis that wanted him dead. Once he had his revange nothing matterd anymore, so one day he was captured and tortured.But like a miracle he escaped, and a toomb stone was lifted with his name on it, so his enemies wouldn`t try to loock for him anymore<>.
After a few weeks since his toomb stone was lifted, he camed home to find peace and quiet, but he was still dark inside and noone knew what was wrong with him. One year has past since he returned home and the boy becamed a man but his soul was still crying for the one he lost.
One day he started going out with some of his brother`s friends and out of nowhere he sees a face of an angel that smiled at him for no reason. At first he didn`t paid to much attention to her cause she was younger and inocente and he had only one face in his mind. Weeks had passed and he started to change, he had a smile on his face again and sometimes he evan laught.Soon they were togather and he learnd to love again. Nothing matterd until one day when he returned home hurt and she started to argue with him about some stupid things that her friends told her about him. So he broked up with her thinking that she`ll be happyer without him.
After one year they accidently meet in the same place they first met, but evan if her eyes were glowing , she said that she doesn`t love him anymore that now she`s inloved with a taxi driver. When he heard those words, he tooked a last bow, turned arround and left, leaving her his soul and everything good that was left in him.
This is the story of the man with no soul and the girl who pooled him out of the dark.

perfection...

2008-09-17T20:53:00.001+03:00

Ce este perfectiunea? Cum gasesti persoana perfecta? Exista o persoana perfecta?Exista acea zi perfecta? Acestea sunt intrebari carora multa lume le cauta raspunsul. Prin definitie perfectiunea este un lucru, un obiect, o masinarie care nu are niciun defect.Daca este asa, atunci cum gasesti persoana perfecta?La modul general vorbind nu exista o persoana perfecta. Dar pentru fiecare om in parte exista o anume persoana perfecta, cea in care se regaseste in unele privinte, iar in altele se completeaza unul pe celalalt. De multe ori credem ca am gasit acea persoana care ne completeaza, careia ii suntem loiali, alaturi de care putem duce asa zisa "viata perfecta", dar nu e asa.De cele mai multe ori dupa un scurt timp se rupe vraja care ne facea sa vedem totul "roz" iar lucrurile incep sa se strice. Nu este greu sa gasesti persoana care pentru tine este perfecta dar este nevoie de multa rabdare si intelegere, pentru ca iti ia timp sa cunosti o persoana asa cum este ea cu toate defectele si calitatile ei si nu de putine ori iti trebuie foarte mult timp. Deci o persoana perfecta nu exista in ochii nimanui, dar exista in inimile tuturor atata timp cat esti dispus sa accepti ca atat tu cat si persoana cu care iti imparti viata aveti atat defecte cat si calitati. Cat despre ZIUA PERFECTA eu unul nu am intalnit-o inca si sincer nu doresc nimanui s-o intalneasca prea curand pentru ca se spune ca ZIUA PERFECTA a unui om este ultima lui zi pe Pamant. In incheiere as vrea sa spun un singur lucru : nu conteaza daca esti bun sau rau, mare sau mic, puternic sau slab, cineva, undeva te considera perfect/a pentru ea/el

thoughts... for a friend...

2008-09-17T10:18:00.000+03:00

It really doesn`t matter how many angels there are in this world, I know that there are more then one but only the one that left pooled me out of the darkness and I`m greatfull to her
Now that she`s gone (again) I`ll live my life at the edge ... with everything good and bad in it. At least now I won`t run from my past, I won`t run from who I am, cause the past is the past and I am who I am & I`ll allways be
A verry long time ago a friend of mine said to me something that I`ll never forget, he said that " what doesn`t kill you, makes you stronger ", true but when he said me that I was allready dead. So I answerd him that "YOU CAN`T KILL A DEAD MAN".
The good thing about being dead is that you can start over your life without anny interfeerence of your past, and this time you can choose how you will be
This is a little hard to understand, how come a dead man writes on his blog?, well my answer is just as simple... there are more ways to die.
But as my friend said or at least tried to say : "DON`T CRY CAUSE IT`S GONE, BE HAPPY CAUSE IT HAPPEND" so I`ll try to be happy cause it happend

just words in my mind

2008-09-16T20:45:00.000+03:00

First of all I don`t even know why I created this blog. Maybe I did it just to be able to comment on one of my friend`s blog (she knows whw she is, or maybe not)
Annyway since I`m here I`ll talk about darkness in people`s hearts
What is darkness in one`s heart? Well every living soul on this Earth is devided in two parts light and dark. In the beginning everyone has his soul in an certain equilibrium meaning that the quantity of light ( the capacity to do good) and darkness (the capacity to do bad) are the same.While we grow up there are some events ( some that generate happyness, outhers that generate sadness ).
After you lost everything and everyone that you ever cared about, life becomes a little more difficult and the amount of darkness grows inside you and when you realise that is allready to late to change it.
At first you don`t see any difference in the way you act, but trust me everyone else sees anouther YOU, a person that they never thought that lies inside you. There is only one thing you can do to be a little like you once been: you can accept what you`ve becamed and then step by step try to schetch a smile on your face.
If you once loved now you hate, If you once were good now all you see is distruction, if you ever cared about someone now you only feel an emptyness inside and that emptyness fills wirh hate and dark thoughts
But when you think there`n no way out and noone cares about you, appears an angel who shares everything that she has with you and you don`t understand why is she so good and why do you feel different and worm inside. Soon because of her you change, you love you became you again and just like that the darknees dissappears into the light
But a miracle doesn`t last long and the angel you once met dissappears out of your life and you feel that could and empty place again
What to do? ...what to do?...
I`m not verry good with words, In the end this are just words in my mind.!
the end .