ain't love the sweetest thing?

buna seara lume

2009-09-29T23:29:00.002+02:00

Ion Caramitru:
[...]...pot sa-ti spun prin cuvinte ca putine mai sunt pe pamant lucruri sfinte[...]
si versul urmator e dragut

uf, padurea cu alune!

2009-07-29T23:15:00.003+03:00

pt letzu
de doua zile zac in lene aproape totala - aproape ca citesc, aproape ca ma scarpin, aproape ca mananc si aproape ca dorm
cam atat

in schimb - uitati ce am descoperit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_GkTTi8aeI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_ZecnYQG1Q
si mai ales
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ti2KabAS_E

hehehe :)

confusion in conclusion

2009-06-23T13:52:00.002+03:00

i conclude - morality credit quotes have one purpose- to make u feel pissed for choosing to be good. i don't really get that.

it's the hardknocklife

acasa unde-i cald si bine

2009-06-17T23:23:00.003+03:00

mi s-a facut dor sa scriu cate ceva..
poate pentru ca ma apropii de sfarsitul mandatului si ma preocupa concluziile- ca doar asa functioneaza, nu? punct si de la capat...
inca nu am o concluzie clara, inca ma mai invart in jurul cozii si nu stiu unde si ce voi face peste cateva luni, si nici nu am apucat sa imi diger experienta- imi tot spun ca la un moment dat dupa 1 iulie o sa reusesc sa imi aloc timpul necesar si sa o fac.

tot ce stiu e ca am sa calatoresc cateva saptamani in N suediei cu cortul, dupa care in danemarca o vreme, iar apoi... mi-a fost dor de tine, marea neagra!
astep romania cu dor mult :)
acassssssssssaaaaaaaaa

Everyone's gone to the moon

2009-06-03T00:45:00.002+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONmSGPC6L8c

Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
A church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

You see a long time ago life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Parks full of motors, painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Arms that can only lift a spoon

You see everyone's gone
Everybody's gone
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon
What will happen now
Everyone's gone to the moon
There's nobody left
Everyone's gone to the moon

wake up call- it's 5 am

2009-05-21T12:59:00.002+03:00

Am gasit un blog minunat. cu niste sfaturi minunate. pe care am sa le incerc si eu, tiptil pe teritoriul minunilor - trezitul de dimineata- eu, grigoreanu' care doarme de se rupe si pe unde apuca.

sursa:
http://homebizblogger.com/2007/11/12/wake-up-call-it%E2%80%99s-5am/

Here are a few tips to waking up early without feeling you’ve missed your rest.

1) Try and go to bed early; preferably when you feel tired. Most of us just stay up until a set hour which is often past our prime pass out window!

2) Try not to eat too much meat before bed. Your body has a hard time breaking it down and is often working over-drive to clear it while you sleep; this ‘stress’ on your body is taking away from restorative sleep.

3) If you have real problems waking up write a list of why you are waking up; where you want your life to go and how you need that precious time to make it happen.

4) Feel a bit like a drill sergeant but just suck it up one morning. Go to bed early and at 5am get up. The hardest part for most I’m sure is just ‘getting out of bed’. Make it a fire drill where you are up and at em. No excuses.

5) Have your work clothes laid out so finding something to wear isn’t a stress. Mine are all so close to my bed that I’m literally out of bed and dressed within 1-2 minutes of the alarm – if I use it!

6) Shower at night so you are free to get to it in the morning. If you need to shower in the morning than by all means do it but don’t neglect organizing what to wear as mentioned in #5.

7) If you are a blogger there is nothing better than having fresh content streaming through your feed for your readers to enjoy with there morning coffee. Especially on a Monday!

Iar ca beneficii?
recomand articolele caare sunt citate in blogul de mai sus ;)

Succes mie, si voua de asemenea, daca va decideti sa incercati!

not a pretty site

2009-02-06T21:56:00.008+02:00

am nervi

nu nervi de genul alora pe care ii termini mancand masline si aruncand cu samburele in stiu eu cine, nici genul de nervi pe care ii termini scotand din buzunar o mana fantoma si pocnind pe cineva. la tinta. e un gen mai special de nervi, care nu se consuma cu una cu doua, si care cer o guma de sters.

si mii de bobarnace.

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-16T19:05:00.001+02:00

quotily quote

2008-12-13T13:16:00.002+02:00

"Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centred by accepting whatever you are doing." - Budokah

i love this quote
recently discovered it
funny how you sometime find randomly - in a radio song, in a facebook profile, in a tshirt picture- exactly what you were looking for.

pam pam

A nice poem, hugging my orthodox roots

2008-12-12T01:32:00.002+02:00

Crucile
Zorica Latcu

Inspre taramul celalalt,
E loc inchis cu gard inalt;
Dar am vazut, printre uluci,
Atatea cruci, atatea cruci...
Parea tot locul tintirim,
Pazit cu zbor de Heruvim,
Cu cruci de piatra, albe, mari,
Cu cruci de brad si de stejar.
Si cruci de-argint si de otel
Cerneau lumina peste el,
Iar cruci de aur si de fier
Sclipeau ca semnele pe cer.
Atatea cruci mi s-au parut
Ca toate una s-au facut.
O cruce mare stralucea,
Sub greul ei un om zacea.
Tu cum de poti sa le mai duci,
Atatea cruci, atatea cruci?...

short variation on cinnamon effects

2008-12-09T23:34:00.005+02:00

recently i developed the fear of ends. it comes in various ways: fear of throwing the barbie doll i`ve been playing with, fear of reading the sugar cubes after a conference and realizing it is over, fear of going to sleep without realizing that the day was special, fear of finishing my books, fear of eating all the cookies in the jar, fear of 0 turn into 1 and 1 into 2.. etc
which is weird coming from a person passionate about checking to do lists.

am currently reading My name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk. He dedicates numerous perspectives to the illusion of building your immortality in this world. he also dedicates numerous perspectives to the accidents (if luck is an accident) that do generate immortality, but the most surprising aspect is the funny race between immortality and mortality- which one is the least relative in comparison with the other?
it is an amazing book, filled with stories of a story. fortunately :), so far, my curiosity is far bigger than the fear i would find the end of this amazing work. Maureen Freely stated that the book only misses a Nobel award. well, it doesn`t miss it anymore.

The question i am asking myself now is: isn`t fear of the past defining living in the future?
But anyway, maybe it`s just a Christmas melancholy and sides effects of my cinnamon addiction.

romanta din creion si radiera (pencil and erasor romance)

2008-12-09T22:02:00.005+02:00

i raised up from the armchair, but was to lazy so i crashed back in...it smelled like coffee cookies, and i was getting drunk in the arrrroma. mmmmm. dad smells bits like this in the morning, and bits like tobacco in the evening. in the afternoons he smells like stake and happiness. and wine sometimes. and mum sometimes. dad is pig-cruel amazing - he is making me lady-bug-dizzy through my nostrils, and it`s all cancer free. i opened my eyes and looked through the window. it was one of those afternoons that looked like a morning that looks like an afternoon. i couldn`t remember when it was the last time i saw a gorilla cloud, so i started looking for one. but no gorillas in the sky today, mum. just laser sun shooting at a musculous enemy cloud. shoo, shoo, and a bottle of rum..take that, cloudy! nieau! nieau!..but waait a minute - and i waited a minute - the picture looked JUST like a bar code. i then realized what it was that i was trying to remember the whole morning- there`s still moreicecreaminthefridge.
i released my left finger from its previous occupation, put my glasses on, but before i could get used to the feeling that my nose was empty and still itchiy, i saw her - a bubblegum bubble, a round rocky nose, a pair of red glasses, a chin daringly draped with green starts, a sharp black straight hair and an orange sweater. soon i was to understand they all came with a terrible education. my breath accelerated and i almost heard edith singing about lavi and rose.
and that was the beginning of the most serious romance i had in my history of 6. years, that is.
glasses starring at glasses. left finger trembling in the air without purpose. but just for a moment.
my eyes closed, my left finger pointed at her and my tongue went out, in a desperate act to protect my manly territory. when i opened them, i saw her raising an eyebrow, and licking her fingers of the rest of the ice-cream we had in the fridge.
oh. oooh, you are amazing, queen of the damned, dee dee of my mandark passions. but you must not take from the caesar what belongs to the caesar. i had no idea who this wonderful misterious presence was, but she had to disappear. i took my magical wand, and i said the malafameciu incantation. and just like always, it worked. she disappeared.

honestly mum, it wasn`t me eating the ice-cream.

signed, Rob

limited

2008-12-07T22:34:00.004+02:00

some might say we are limited. in our socks size and in how much of the moon we can see, in how much we can breath underwater and how much above it. in the way we love and in the way we try to love.

the same `some` (just might) then take their socks off, draw the curtains of the window, brush their teeth, drink a glass of water and wonder when was the last time they prayed that galaxies stop turning into black holes.

they might just start praying that they`d manage to be more than `some` sock wear-eres, curtain draw-ers, teeth brush-ers, water drinkers.

`some` defines a cloud of doubt that comes and goes from lack of trust to irrelevance.

this ugly picture is called `the irrelevance of age`

DONE? no. just a sec.am preparing a surprise. A SURPRISE? hahahha

2008-11-30T19:36:00.006+02:00

it is not a secret that

i just love this song. amazingly simply put,

a new old book

2008-11-30T04:50:00.003+02:00

not so old but not so new.
not so funny and not so sad.
scary. and safe.

i recently read a book called 'the life of pi'. like in piscine and like in pissing. or simply, like in pi.
this book changed the way i look at imagination.
it's not just a weapon against boredom.
it sometimes is a weapon against truth.. but most of the times it's a weapon against death, a weapon for survival, when the truth doesn't help.

i won't disclose more. it's no my job or wish to destroy your fun.
just 1 more note: the sooner you've read it, the sooner you understand the most important part of our life was the childhood. where everything is possible. where we always find what we need to survive.

like a root.

this experience

2008-11-30T04:48:00.002+02:00

this mc experience is so strong that i feel the end of it.
with sorrow. even when i'm happy.

are u a relative person? or half pregnant?

2008-11-30T04:46:00.000+02:00

today i heard of a funny thing
called
half pregnancy
it reffers to people not being able to stand for no or for yes, to stand for black or for white. it is about people making compromises.
it is about me as well.
it is about you as well. even if you are a guy. yes.
it is about our times.

it is a revolt against a confused living.
it is about imagination.

carcasa de broasca testoasa

2008-10-25T21:59:00.002+02:00

prima conferinta in care am intrat mistiuta de puteri si am iesit cu un vulcan de invataminte :)
s-a numit predestinat, engage.
mi-a fost putin greu sa zambesc in conferinta asta, parca din prea multa dorinta de a se intampla ceva de rang inalt, si mi-a fost putin greu sa ma detasez chiar si pentru cateva minute de ce se intampla acolo. de parca creierul meu s-ar fi oprit pe `on``inside` si nu a a mai putut iesi de acolo.

dupa conferinta, am putut sa ma ingrijorez mai departe in legatura cu pasii urmatori, in team days.

grea viata de aiesecer- e prea usor sa uiti ca mai exista ceva inafara.
iar capitolul `inafara` mi-am promis ca o sa-l fac sa existe :)

an independent story

2008-09-26T13:33:00.001+02:00

I lived on the Moon

(kwoon)

Dear little lad
Here is the story of my life
I lived on the moon
Grey flying snakes along
the mountains of destiny while
the three tailed monkeys
were drawing the stars.
Light from the Sun and I
hide myself on the dark side, alone
I’ve run so far
to find my way
Then I dream again… alone

Dear little boy, Listen
to the voices of your soul
it showed you the way
Of silence and peace
Follow your thoughts and fly
Choosing all the things that you desire
Giant Waves, fireflies…
Your dreams will be your only shell
Your secrest, your hiding place, my son
Don’t let them try
to crush your brain
let you go far
….my son

luxury questions

2008-09-21T22:40:00.006+02:00

a couple of days ago we had a coaching session.
we were dripping fears, scars, and other things ending in 'rs'. riming with 'us'. resonating with 'me'

we were dripping luxurious problems
the life and death ones are a bit more further away. and now i am dripping another question:

if my life is a privilege,am i doing it already, or where, how& when will i start& continue it?

home is in 2 hands

2008-09-19T23:51:00.010+02:00

sometimes the past makes you feel like letting something out even if you don't know what that will turn into. it can be a butterly butterfly doing a slalom with a smile, it can be a small surprise-face (.. just like when people saw 'the sound of music' for the first time), it can be a small song starting an avalanche. and this time i think it's the song trying to get out.
a bit too high, like an opera melody, a bit tragic, a bit unclear cause it shouts too much..
uhi iai iai iai.
i miss home :)

some they, say, home is where your heart is - and i don't have a picture to show you where that is... but i can tell you it's not in my here - my heart said ... 'blup! i'll go to my own home now.. where my heart's heart heart is..with 2 hands that would like to play with your hair' - my heart said from my mother's 2 blind hands looking for my hair in the dark.. 'i'll just be here, in someone else's inside. you know where to find me. don't call. come. stay'

a movie script endin'

2008-09-19T17:45:00.006+02:00

why don't we feel the need to close the screen's light before ending?
miss le grand applause. ha ha!
miss the main actors. ha ha ha!
miss the mainstream. ha ha ha, hippie!
rest in peace, *what could've been*!

i take a bow, ..but who hid the remote?

(frames on a reel of film go through a camera very fast)

songs from a nonaristocrat in any way. anyway.

2008-09-18T11:26:00.002+02:00

i can't really make any dedications cause i don''t afford to.

Vorto de la tago - INTRIGO

2008-09-16T08:11:00.000+02:00

INTRIGO

Ruze aranĝi kombinon por sukcesigi aŭ malsukcesigi aferon:

Li certe intrigis por ricevi tiun postenon.
Ĉiuj intrigoj kaj malicaĵoj estis forgesitaj.
Ŝi havis amintrigon kun edziĝinta viro.
Estas multaj intrigantoj inter viaj geamikoj.
Atentu pri li: ĉiuj diras, ke li estas intrigema.

crayfish-sheesh

2008-09-14T01:29:00.005+02:00

nobody could stop this autumn from pirouetting in. just like 3 dots in the middle of a silly song, when you stop because the breath of freezing air outside the window interrupted your thought.

crayfish shells are switching their lights from brown to red just like the wood in the fire, and we get dirty, wet and salty in the middle of their bellies, where they used to keep their secrets. cryfish. but we laugh, we sing nordic& turkish songs... we drink& hug. and then laugh more in between the red berries.
and we do it also because nobody can stop the winter either.