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 was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated.
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. "
miercuri, 17 iunie 2009
duminică, 7 iunie 2009
un "adio" absurd...
a fost un "adio" desi noi nu eram nimic, a fost un "adio" al tot ce simteam,desi au fost doar vorbe, a fost un "adio" al tot ce ne doream, al fiecarui vis, al fiecarei sperante,al fiecarei dorinte scrise in mesaje absurde din care nu a ramas nimic clar "ce ar fi fost daca as mai fi stat o zi?"... cred ca incapatanarea mea nu o sa ma duca nicaieri :-? sau poate da..probabil o sa imi dau seama dupa ce iau o pauza, dupa ce o sa fiu departe de toate... a fost un "adio" ...defapt a fost un inceput???
cum poti fi nefericit cand ai tot ce ti-ai dorit? cand ai parinti care se poarta super cu tine? cand nu ai fost nevoit sa plangi niciodata cu capul infundat in perna pt ca nu ai primit ce iti doreai sau pentru ca ai facut ceva gresit? cand...[ :-? mai sunt si grave, dar doar astea se pot scrie aici..] . daca nu iti pasa de lucrurile materiale se presupune ca iti pasa de oameni, de sentimente,nu?? sau de ce ar trebui sa iti pese?
ma tot chinuie un lucru: oare ma port asa ciudat cu baietii pt ca ma simt ca si cum m-as razbuna pe cineva din trecut? sau pur si simplu asa ma port eu? :-? si alta intrebare MA PORT CIUDAT???? nu inteleg :-??...
de fiecare data cand conteaza e aceeasi poveste
cum poti fi nefericit cand ai tot ce ti-ai dorit? cand ai parinti care se poarta super cu tine? cand nu ai fost nevoit sa plangi niciodata cu capul infundat in perna pt ca nu ai primit ce iti doreai sau pentru ca ai facut ceva gresit? cand...[ :-? mai sunt si grave, dar doar astea se pot scrie aici..] . daca nu iti pasa de lucrurile materiale se presupune ca iti pasa de oameni, de sentimente,nu?? sau de ce ar trebui sa iti pese?
ma tot chinuie un lucru: oare ma port asa ciudat cu baietii pt ca ma simt ca si cum m-as razbuna pe cineva din trecut? sau pur si simplu asa ma port eu? :-? si alta intrebare MA PORT CIUDAT???? nu inteleg :-??...
de fiecare data cand conteaza e aceeasi poveste
duminică, 31 mai 2009
te vreau ...
vreau,vreau,vreau....te vreau pe tine :D...shhhh...tu nu trebuie sa stii , stiu doar eu si e de ajuns ...
marți, 26 mai 2009
ii trebuie un titlu...sau nu ...si tocmai l-am scris ;))
-mi-a placut de tine duminica ,erai ceva de genul "PLEACA ! P-L-E-A-C-A ! X-(...:)) mai stateam sa te enervez, dar stiam ca ai treaba ... vroiam sa vad daca o sa zici ca trebuie sa pleci ...
-e una din zilele alea in care ma simt mai mult un nimic...in care am chef sa fac ceva interesant ...hm..vreau sa fac poze si vreau sa am timp sa invat sa folosesc photoshopul, vreau sa se termine odata BAC-ul.
-as vrea sa pot folosi si eu cuvinte sofisticate care sa exprime ce simt,dar nu pot, eu sunt simpla(sau poate nu sunt destul de desteapta sa stiu sa le folosesc), vreau sa iti arat ce vad eu, cum vad lucrurile si cum gandesc si vreau sa iti arat pt ca eu nu pot sa iti explic probabil nu stiu destule cuvinte, sau poate nu ma inteleg nici eu.
-hmm...acum cand ma gandesc ca s-ar putea sa nu intru la facultate chiar imi doresc sa fiu arhitect, a devenit cel mai mare vis al meu , desi nu stiu daca as putea face ceva care sa ramana interesant si peste ani... asta e iubirea mea :)
-si mai vreau un tricou cu bornescu si o bratara cu u.craiova :)...stiu pt cei care ma cunosc e ciudat, dar asta e... mie mi se pare interesant fotbalul ( ucv ) si nu ma dau mare cunoscatoare ca nu sunt...dar invat :D ... [cred ca as innebuni daca nu as putea sa invat lucruri noi si sa experimentez]
-e una din zilele alea in care ma simt mai mult un nimic...in care am chef sa fac ceva interesant ...hm..vreau sa fac poze si vreau sa am timp sa invat sa folosesc photoshopul, vreau sa se termine odata BAC-ul.
-as vrea sa pot folosi si eu cuvinte sofisticate care sa exprime ce simt,dar nu pot, eu sunt simpla(sau poate nu sunt destul de desteapta sa stiu sa le folosesc), vreau sa iti arat ce vad eu, cum vad lucrurile si cum gandesc si vreau sa iti arat pt ca eu nu pot sa iti explic probabil nu stiu destule cuvinte, sau poate nu ma inteleg nici eu.
-hmm...acum cand ma gandesc ca s-ar putea sa nu intru la facultate chiar imi doresc sa fiu arhitect, a devenit cel mai mare vis al meu , desi nu stiu daca as putea face ceva care sa ramana interesant si peste ani... asta e iubirea mea :)
-si mai vreau un tricou cu bornescu si o bratara cu u.craiova :)...stiu pt cei care ma cunosc e ciudat, dar asta e... mie mi se pare interesant fotbalul ( ucv ) si nu ma dau mare cunoscatoare ca nu sunt...dar invat :D ... [cred ca as innebuni daca nu as putea sa invat lucruri noi si sa experimentez]
marți, 28 aprilie 2009
sa nu uit...
viata e frumoasa pt ca pot ca adorm privind luna pe fereastra ,pt ca dimineata ma trezeste soarele, pt ca pot sa rad de orice, pt ca pot sa ma asez in mijlocul drumului sau pe o scara murdara fara sa imi pese ca ceilalti se uita ciudat la mine,pt ca pot sa cant desi nu am voce, pt ca dansez asa cum imi place mie, pt ca am colegi glumeti , pt ca pot sa aud 'perlele' spuse de profesori, pt ca am niste parinti minunati si o sora cu care ma pot certa si impaca de cateva ori pe zi, pt ca oricat rau mi-ati fi facut eu nu am avut decat de castigat iar voi de pierdut, pt ca tin cu U.CRAIOVA si cred ca Bornescu e un super portar ;;), pt ca intr-o zi o sa ma duc pe stadion, pt ca inca pot sa fiu copil, pt ca atunci cand tin la cineva tin din tot sufletul, pt ca pot sa fac ce vreau eu, pt ca pot sa ma port prosteste, pt ca pot sa plang, pt ca sunt curioasa ce surprize imi mai rezerva viitorul...
poets of the fall - where we draw the line
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poets of the fall - where we draw the line
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luni, 27 aprilie 2009
pentru ce?????
dintr-un motiv poate nu prea ciudat mie mi se pare ca lumea se infunda intr-un abis din care nu stie sa revina.in ultimul timp vocabularul limbii romane s-a 'imbogatit' cu tot felul de cuvinte luate din engleza , [e mai usor sa spui ce simti in engleza ,nu? ] si unele noi ['cocalari' , 'pitipoance' ] pe care le detest pana la urma fiecare e cum ii place , de ce trebuie sa facem parte din categorii diferite? de ce va pasa asa mult de ceilalti??? ... construim prejudecati care ne afecteaza pe toti..
era sa uit daca asculti manele e ca si cum ai suferi de ciuma ...de ce???
era sa uit daca asculti manele e ca si cum ai suferi de ciuma ...de ce???
miercuri, 11 martie 2009
are vreo logica ???
obisnuiam sa cred ca toate lucrurile vechi ,adunate de cine stie pe unde, pe care mi le da matusa tatalui meu de cate ori o vizitam or sa se termine odata ,mi-am pierdut speranta :)...obisnuiam sa cred ca oamenilor le pasa ... credeam ca e usor sa inveti sa urasti ...m-ai intrebat odata cum pot sa accept asa usor ceva doar pt ca asa e mai bine, anyway cine ti-a zis tie ca e usor? unde se arunca toate amintirile? as avea cateva ...
P.S.: adu-mi aminte sa nu mai visez..
P.S.: adu-mi aminte sa nu mai visez..
luni, 9 martie 2009
sâmbătă, 7 martie 2009
ciudat...
ciudat e atunci cand traiesti in trecut, cand iti imaginezi situatii care se intampla doar in mintea ta, cand aceste vise iti conduc viata, cand nu poti sa uiti ...
joi, 5 martie 2009
vineri, 27 februarie 2009
miercuri, 25 februarie 2009
....and the end is a chocolate( kk)
O masa lunga , oameni necunoscuti ...era singura...intr-o zi avand curajul sa ridice privirea a intalnit-o pe a lui... acum nu mai era doar ea... sigurul lucru care a facut-o sa revina in camera a fost glasul lui "Ce e?" . Avea un fel ciudat de a vorbi poate era timid,dar ei ii tresarea inima de placere la auzul glasului lui puternic ,serios si cateodata copilaros, vroia sa zica ceva banal prin zeci de propozitii , aproape propozitii erau mai mult cuvinte invaluite de un expresionism specific lui...doi oameni despartiti de o serie de prejudecati. daca prima privire a fost o greseala de ce toate celelalte o inaltau si o duceau pe o tabla de sah transformand-o intr-o regina de sticla?...doar el si ea...ea regina ,el rege..culori opuse , aceleasi ganduri, desi ea trebuia sa castige a pierdut.
Semafoare ce schimbau aceasi culoare iar si iar, oameni nepasatori care probabil ii priveau...ea s-a dezlegat de lumea reala si a fugit spre el, nu stia ce face dar isi dorea, capul ei mic i-a atins pieptul,iar bratele s-au strecurat imprejurul lui strangandu-l cu putere, in sfarst ii apartinea, ii simtea caldura si bataile inimii...iar ea...pai ea ii apartinea de mult,dar el nu a avut niciodata timp sa vada.
intoarce timpul, fa-l sa te duca intr-un trecut in care sa poti face tot ce ti-ai dorit ,ai curaj ... reda-i visele, lasa-ti ochii sa pluteasca,ridica-ti privirea spre locul unde statea mereu..ea nu mai e a ramas doar un scaun gol si zeci de amintiri ... el statea pe un pervaz lasat destul de jos,langa ea , se juca cu noile ei creioane colorate ,iar cand din geseala i-a scapat unul jos si s-a rupt l-a ajutat sa il lipeasca...i-a cerut scuze ,dar ea isi dorea ca el sa le rupa pe toate caci parca asta era singura ocazie de a face ceva impreuna.
" mi-as fi dorit sa nu te muti vineri. imi placea cand stateai langa mine sau la aceeasi masa,dar cred ca inteleg de ce ai facut asta..fa ce e bine pentru tine!... a fost prima data cand ti-am evitat privirea...."
Semafoare ce schimbau aceasi culoare iar si iar, oameni nepasatori care probabil ii priveau...ea s-a dezlegat de lumea reala si a fugit spre el, nu stia ce face dar isi dorea, capul ei mic i-a atins pieptul,iar bratele s-au strecurat imprejurul lui strangandu-l cu putere, in sfarst ii apartinea, ii simtea caldura si bataile inimii...iar ea...pai ea ii apartinea de mult,dar el nu a avut niciodata timp sa vada.
intoarce timpul, fa-l sa te duca intr-un trecut in care sa poti face tot ce ti-ai dorit ,ai curaj ... reda-i visele, lasa-ti ochii sa pluteasca,ridica-ti privirea spre locul unde statea mereu..ea nu mai e a ramas doar un scaun gol si zeci de amintiri ... el statea pe un pervaz lasat destul de jos,langa ea , se juca cu noile ei creioane colorate ,iar cand din geseala i-a scapat unul jos si s-a rupt l-a ajutat sa il lipeasca...i-a cerut scuze ,dar ea isi dorea ca el sa le rupa pe toate caci parca asta era singura ocazie de a face ceva impreuna.
" mi-as fi dorit sa nu te muti vineri. imi placea cand stateai langa mine sau la aceeasi masa,dar cred ca inteleg de ce ai facut asta..fa ce e bine pentru tine!... a fost prima data cand ti-am evitat privirea...."
marți, 24 februarie 2009
wake me up before i die...
Si daca vrei sa-mi vezi sufletul cauta sa ma lasi libera.Uitand de toate traind intr-o lume ciudata din care eu sunt un simplu spectator, cautand intr-o lume anterioara o fericire imaginara ...voi nu reusiti sa traiti...eu ?...eu traiesc desi nu imi doresc. de ce spectatorul traieste cand tot ce are de oferit e o amintire stearsa ? timpul fuge de mine..si eu traiesc un vis pe care nu mi-l amintesc...trezeste-ma inainte sa mor ,lasa-ma sa cad ,vreau sa imi risipesc curiozitatea "cum ar fi daca...?" Si daca ma gasesti fericita cu adevarat inseamna ca am avut curajul sa dau indicatii regizorului, hm... e doar o iluzie nu sunt fericita cineva nou a aparut in piesa....shhh..nu ma cauta am pierdut din nou....
joi, 19 februarie 2009
dorite cuvinte nedorite
canta-mi ceva trist ..fa-ma sa plang ,fa-ma sa imi doresc sa fiu eu : libera ,fericita si trista in acelasi timp, jucausa ,copilaroasa....si daca tot ma ajuti nu uita locul meu nu e aici !
joi, 29 ianuarie 2009
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