cum repari o greseala care vrei sa se repete la nesfarsit? Defapt prima intrebare ar fi "Cum reusesti sa faci greseala cand timpul nu vrea sa se potriveasca?"
E aproape Craciunul si eu nici nu am facut bradul ... e si maine o zi :P
miercuri, 23 decembrie 2009
sâmbătă, 12 decembrie 2009
joi, 3 decembrie 2009
joc absurd...
nu se mai termina alegerile, oricum au fost penibile si candidatii si campania, iar posturile care transmit si fac atat caz din nimic sunt si mai penibile ...de ce sunt oameni care se uita la asa ceva? daca nu s-ar duce nimeni la vot s-ar schimba candidatii??
sâmbătă, 28 noiembrie 2009
ma duc acasa
tot trecut de 12 e...am ceva cu ora asta?...probabil somnul de 3 ore de noaptea trecuta are efecte ciudate
azi de dimineata imi era asa dor de acasa,inca imi mai e,nu am mai fost de 2 săptămâni
-incep sa urasc craiova e lipsita de orice motiv de interes pana si instalatiile de craciun sunt aceleasi de anu' trecut, ma induc in eroare parca m-as intoarce in timp :-? ,nu credeam ca iarna in craiova o sa imi aminteasca asa mult de tine, nu credeam ca instalatiile, patinoarul,frigul, mersul pe jos si toate cladirile pe langa care am trecut o sa imi trezeasca amintiri
PS: "ma gandeam...ca tot vine decembrie...si mi-am amintit ca ai blog si am citit poezia asta si ma intrebam daca am trecut vreodata pe langa tine fara sa te recunosc, te-ai schimbat :-?...aiuresc si e deja trecut de 12 si maine o sa ploua cu pinguini :P"
azi de dimineata imi era asa dor de acasa,inca imi mai e,nu am mai fost de 2 săptămâni
-incep sa urasc craiova e lipsita de orice motiv de interes pana si instalatiile de craciun sunt aceleasi de anu' trecut, ma induc in eroare parca m-as intoarce in timp :-? ,nu credeam ca iarna in craiova o sa imi aminteasca asa mult de tine, nu credeam ca instalatiile, patinoarul,frigul, mersul pe jos si toate cladirile pe langa care am trecut o sa imi trezeasca amintiri
PS: "ma gandeam...ca tot vine decembrie...si mi-am amintit ca ai blog si am citit poezia asta si ma intrebam daca am trecut vreodata pe langa tine fara sa te recunosc, te-ai schimbat :-?...aiuresc si e deja trecut de 12 si maine o sa ploua cu pinguini :P"
vineri, 25 septembrie 2009
marți, 28 iulie 2009
PART ONE: THE KISS…
PART ONE: THE KISS…
In a wonderful land far far away, once lived the most beautiful princess that anyone had ever seen. She was so beautiful that some people whispered that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.
But our story starts in another land far far away from the land of the princess. In this land lived a boy. He was not much special; he wasn’t a prince, he didn’t have a castle or a horse and his dad wasn’t a king. That boy did have one special quality: he was good with kids.
Because of this quality his village sent him on a special mission to train youngsters on how to work with kids. Not knowing what was going to happen, he started on a trip that would become the Quest of his life… After a very dull trip the boy arrived in the capital city of the princess’ kingdom. The kingdom was breathtakingly beautiful and all the people were happy and friendly. The next day the boy arrived at the princess’ city to fulfil his mission, still not knowing what was going to happen.
That same evening he got a first look of the princess, as he was invited to her father’s castle. She was just standing there in the doorway and the boy was immediately dazzled by her stunning beauty. Her smile was the prettiest thing the boy had ever seen in his whole life. With pain in his heart he had to say goodbye, without even having had the chance to talk to her. Over the next days he was able to meet her a few more times and he grew to like her even more and even more…
But not all was fare in the kingdom. To control the activities the boy’s group had planned, they had sent the evil witch. The evil witch pretended to be lonely, so as to gain the boys trust. But the more the boy talked to her, the closer she closed her trap around him. In the end she wouldn’t give him one moment of spare time to spend without her.
The boy was crazy about the princess, but the witch made sure they never got one moment to spend together until…
In the carriage on their way to visit a beautiful city, the boy sat in between the witch (he had to) and next to the beautiful princess. The witch was watching the boy’s every move, so that he couldn’t tell the princess about his feelings for her. But than as by a miracle, their hands met and they grasped each other fingers. Right under the nose of the witch the boy and the princess were holding hands… The boy had to think of something fast; because if the witch found out, her revenge would have been horrible. In a desperate move he just placed his hat on his lap, so that they could continue holding hands. On the way back the boy tried to look outside the carriage, while the witch was falling asleep beside him. Then another miracle happened: he saw a shooting star. With al of his heart the boy wished that the love he felt for the princess would be mutual and that it would turn out fine for them.
Over the next days they had to hold hands in secret, because the witch was starting to get suspicious. Time was running out and the boy feared his wish might not come true after all: the boy had only a few days left to spend in the kingdom…
Al of a sudden some good news came: the witch would have to leave a day earlier then the boy, so that he would have at least a day to spend with his princess. So now the choice was up to her… On the evening before his last day, he told the princess the way he felt about her and because he cared for her so much (he didn’t want to see her got hurt when he had to leave), he gave her the choice of how they were going to spend their next day…
The next morning the boy was very nervous, because that day he would hear the answer of the princess. When he asked the princess what she decided, she asked him to follow her to a dark corridor. In the corridor, the princess hugged the boy and they kissed…
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Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
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In a wonderful land far far away, once lived the most beautiful princess that anyone had ever seen. She was so beautiful that some people whispered that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.
But our story starts in another land far far away from the land of the princess. In this land lived a boy. He was not much special; he wasn’t a prince, he didn’t have a castle or a horse and his dad wasn’t a king. That boy did have one special quality: he was good with kids.
Because of this quality his village sent him on a special mission to train youngsters on how to work with kids. Not knowing what was going to happen, he started on a trip that would become the Quest of his life… After a very dull trip the boy arrived in the capital city of the princess’ kingdom. The kingdom was breathtakingly beautiful and all the people were happy and friendly. The next day the boy arrived at the princess’ city to fulfil his mission, still not knowing what was going to happen.
That same evening he got a first look of the princess, as he was invited to her father’s castle. She was just standing there in the doorway and the boy was immediately dazzled by her stunning beauty. Her smile was the prettiest thing the boy had ever seen in his whole life. With pain in his heart he had to say goodbye, without even having had the chance to talk to her. Over the next days he was able to meet her a few more times and he grew to like her even more and even more…
But not all was fare in the kingdom. To control the activities the boy’s group had planned, they had sent the evil witch. The evil witch pretended to be lonely, so as to gain the boys trust. But the more the boy talked to her, the closer she closed her trap around him. In the end she wouldn’t give him one moment of spare time to spend without her.
The boy was crazy about the princess, but the witch made sure they never got one moment to spend together until…
In the carriage on their way to visit a beautiful city, the boy sat in between the witch (he had to) and next to the beautiful princess. The witch was watching the boy’s every move, so that he couldn’t tell the princess about his feelings for her. But than as by a miracle, their hands met and they grasped each other fingers. Right under the nose of the witch the boy and the princess were holding hands… The boy had to think of something fast; because if the witch found out, her revenge would have been horrible. In a desperate move he just placed his hat on his lap, so that they could continue holding hands. On the way back the boy tried to look outside the carriage, while the witch was falling asleep beside him. Then another miracle happened: he saw a shooting star. With al of his heart the boy wished that the love he felt for the princess would be mutual and that it would turn out fine for them.
Over the next days they had to hold hands in secret, because the witch was starting to get suspicious. Time was running out and the boy feared his wish might not come true after all: the boy had only a few days left to spend in the kingdom…
Al of a sudden some good news came: the witch would have to leave a day earlier then the boy, so that he would have at least a day to spend with his princess. So now the choice was up to her… On the evening before his last day, he told the princess the way he felt about her and because he cared for her so much (he didn’t want to see her got hurt when he had to leave), he gave her the choice of how they were going to spend their next day…
The next morning the boy was very nervous, because that day he would hear the answer of the princess. When he asked the princess what she decided, she asked him to follow her to a dark corridor. In the corridor, the princess hugged the boy and they kissed…
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Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
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sâmbătă, 27 iunie 2009
rip I will always love you MJ
"He Knew.
Years ago Michael and I were having a deep conversation about life in general.
I can’t recall the exact subject matter but he may have been questioning me about the circumstances of my Fathers Death.
At some point he paused, he stared at me very intensely and he stated with an almost calm certainty, “I am afraid that I am going to end up like him, the way he did.”
I promptly tried to deter him from the idea, at which point he just shrugged his shoulders and nodded almost matter of fact as if to let me know, he knew what he knew and that was kind of that.
14 years later I am sitting here watching on the news an ambulance leaves the driveway of his home, the big gates, the crowds outside the gates, the coverage, the crowds outside the hospital, the Cause of death and what may have led up to it and the memory of this conversation hit me, as did the unstoppable tears.
A predicted ending by him, by loved ones and by me, but what I didn’t predict was how much it was going to hurt when it finally happened.
The person I failed to help is being transferred right now to the LA County Coroners office for his Autopsy.
All of my indifference and detachment that I worked so hard to achieve over the years has just gone into the bowels of hell and right now I am gutted.
I am going to say now what I have never said before because I want the truth out there for once.
Our relationship was not “a sham” as is being reported in the press. It was an unusual relationship yes, where two unusual people who did not live or know a “Normal life” found a connection, perhaps with some suspect timing on his part. Nonetheless, I do believe he loved me as much as he could love anyone and I loved him very much.
I wanted to “save him” I wanted to save him from the inevitable which is what has just happened.
His family and his loved ones also wanted to save him from this as well but didn’t know how and this was 14 years ago. We all worried that this would be the outcome then.
At that time, In trying to save him, I almost lost myself.
He was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated.
When he used it for something good, It was the best and when he used it for something bad, It was really, REALLY bad.
Mediocrity was not a concept that would even for a second enter Michael Jackson’s being or actions.
I became very ill and emotionally/ spiritually exhausted in my quest to save him from certain self-destructive behavior and from the awful vampires and leeches he would always manage to magnetize around him.
I was in over my head while trying.
I had my children to care for, I had to make a decision.
The hardest decision I have ever had to make, which was to walk away and let his fate have him, even though I desperately loved him and tried to stop or reverse it somehow.
After the Divorce, I spent a few years obsessing about him and what I could have done different, in regret.
Then I spent some angry years at the whole situation.
At some point, I truly became Indifferent, until now.
As I sit here overwhelmed with sadness, reflection and confusion at what was my biggest failure to date, watching on the news almost play by play The exact Scenario I saw happen on August 16th, 1977 happening again right now with Michael (A sight I never wanted to see again) just as he predicted, I am truly, truly gutted.
Any ill experience or words I have felt towards him in the past has just died inside of me along with him.
He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together.
I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now.
He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be.
I also hope that anyone else who feels they have failed to help him can be set free because he hopefully finally is.
The World is in shock but somehow he knew exactly how his fate would be played out some day more than anyone else knew, and he was right.
I really needed to say this right now, thanks for listening." lisa marie presley
chiar as fi vrut sa il cunosc :(
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