Monthly Archives: mai 2010

oh, blue, blue, black and blue/red blood sticks like glue



Imi place sa cred ca a fost frumos. Concertul, vreau sa zic. Ca am fost prin imprejurimi. Si aveam si invitatie. Da’ a plouat.

Si’acu is confuza. Sa ma fericesc ca am avut ocazia sa stau in ploaie alaturi de alti cativa colegi? Sa ma oftic ca n’am luat umbrela de’acasa? Sa ma enervez ca am plecat fara sa vad nimic? Eh..

Mi’e un pic ciuda. Un pic mai mult, daca e s’o luam pe’a dreapta. Am ascultat o groaza de Noisettes in ultima vreme si trebuie sa recunosc ca asteptam un pic lipsita de rabdare evenimentul. N’a fost sa fie. Asta e.. Daca se amana din stiu eu ce cauze, poate ca nu m’ar fi enervat. Dar am ajuns acolo, am asteptat sa inceapa si in locul concertului a inceput ploaia. That quite ruined my mood.

Asa ca asta seara ascult Jason Mraz si pe nenea de’a castigat Eurovisionul anul trecut. Numai asa de’al naibii. 😛


Daca imi mai spune cineva ce loc a ocupat Romania in clasamentul Eurovisionului, ma crizez. 3 persoane pana acu.. ca sa nu zic de aia care au la status treaba asta. Now really. What has gotten into you? It’s not like we have a Nobel.

The irony..

Anul trecut, pe 28 mai, petreceam in Tulcea, la banchetul de sfarsit de’a 12-a. Anul asta, petrec in Bucuresti, ca e vineri..

Every now and then..

..mai dezvolt cate’o obsesie. In ultima vreme sunt dubios de multe, fapt ce atesta starea mea zen. Ceea ce e si mai dubios. I need a new vice. 🙂


An old friend gave me this. I gotta share..

Se saruta, ah, se saruta, se saruta
tinerii pe strazi, în bistrouri, pe parapete,
se saruta intruna ca si cum ei insisi
n-ar fi decât niste terminatii
ale sarutului.
Se saruta, ah, se saruta printre masinile-n goana,
în statiile de metrou, în cinematografe,
în autobuze, se saruta cu disperare,
cu violenta, ca si cum
la capatul sarutului, la sfirsitul sarutului, dupa sarut
n-ar urma decât batrinetea proscrisa
si moartea.
Se saruta, ah, se saruta tinerii subtiri
si indragostiti, Atât de subtiri, ca si cum
ar ignora existenta painii pe lume.
Atât de indragostiti, ca si cum, ca si cum
ar ignora existenta insasi a lumii.
Se saruta, ah, se saruta ca si cum ar fi
în intuneric, în intunericul cel mai sigur,
ca si cum nu i-ar vedea nimeni,ca si cum
soarele ar urma să rasara
dupa ce gurile rupte de sarut si-nsingerate
n-ar mai fi în stare să se sarute
decât cu dintii.

Nichita Stanescu – „Tinerii”

Ladies, play needy.

No matter what girlie magazines say about the emancipation of women, if you are one of those that dream to get married, full stop, you really shouldn’t listen to all that rubbish. Because they all sustain that men look for strong, independent women. Well in my opinion that’s the biggest insanity that anyone could approve of to be published.

There is indeed a handful of guys who like their lady independent. But they are so rare that are brought into discussion as an endangered species. Because men need to be fully grown up and accomplished to enjoy the company of a woman that stands as an equal. Well, how many are they in the world? And I have no further questions..

Men like to know that a woman not only wants them, but above all needs them. At least to change the bulb, to kill a bug or to take the dog out if not for something more serious, like financial support.

Yes girls, I know they say “I love you” a thousand times a day and encourage you to fight the system and turn into the best employee of your company if not even start your own business. But tell them you are just fine on your own and then start counting the seconds ‘till the door slaps their backs.

That is why, today’s advice is “Play needy!”. Ask for help when slicing the onions, get him to carry your bags even though they’re light as a feather, pretend to be scared when noticing the smallest spider, take his hand into yours while watching a cheesy film..and I could go on like this forever. But I’m pretty sure you already know what you have to do. It is in our DNA to know what to do when it comes to the opposite sex. So, want a man? Drop the spine, play needy. He’ll come in rescue.

Older is wiser.

For those of you who don’t know yet (and that probably means all of you who read this), Cowish turns 2 years old precisely today. 🙂 These are a few pics I ran into while searching on Google for something appropriate for the occasion. Sorry for the poor arrangement, but that’s just something you’ll have to deal with. 😛

Forever young

Sau, dupa cum zicea Drojdie, „Imnul Regiei”. 🙂

Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music’s for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we’re getting in tune
The music’s played by the madman

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young
It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever

Tu cui i’ai multumi azi?

Eu i’as multumi unui nene taximetrist care s’a chinuit azi dimineata in trafic ca sa ajung eu la timp la colocviul de CCP (la care am aflat apoi ca puteam la fel de bine sa si intarzii) si care mi’a urat succes. Rezultatul? 25 din 25. Maxim, am zis!