Which one is me? 
p
homeward un-bound February 29, 2008
Nah, nu-mi place acasa. M-am intors si nu-mi place. Vreau inapoi in rataciri prin munti si orase.
Am fost in Rosia Montana o saptamana (nu c-om fi aflat ceva care sa ne faca sa ne situam intr-una dintre tabere – on the contrary, eu-s more confused than ever) si dupa aia 2 zile in Cluj. Fu ziua mea pe undeva pe acolo (no, io am dragostea in sange ca m-o nascut mumă-mea in zi de love-making – in loc sa ma conceapa pe atunci, cum e normal pe la tara, ca nah, maica-mea-i taranca…. eh, n-ati trait voi la tara bah, senzitivosilor p). Prima celebrare de hapsy in afara Bucurestiului de cand m-am mutat aici. Mai bine, ca ma saturasem de indoor birthday parties. Sick of my territory.
La mai multe sarbatoriri pe drumuri. La mai multe rosii si clujuri. La mai multe eclipse creepy. La mai mult balegar proaspat )). La mai multi cai mancatori de oameni (focking brainwashed paranoid people! p). La mai multe ooooooi…..oooi, oi…ooooi oooooooi – lmao. Nooooo, us, demented? You think? p
Oi pune poze peste ‘nspe mii de ani cand le primesc (nah, incerc si eu, poate s-o simti aia p).
lamanpace, nushnik February 29, 2008
Uncertainty has always been my nightmare. Reaching a dead-end which is not a real dead-end, it’s a crossroads with every path being an illusion, because there is no true path, there are just the paths we compromise on in lack of a real palpable one. Not being able to move onwards because you want to step on solid ground, not on thin ice that could be anything that you invent. I know the beauty in life is that you can be and do whatever you want, but sometimes I need to base my decisions on certainty.
I couldn’t find certainty in art, so I gave it up. I couldn’t find certainty in what philosophers said, so I gave them up. I didn’t believe I could ever achieve knowledge, so I gave up searching for it. All we are left with is stories. Beautiful stories. Ugly stories. Complex stories. Make-belief stories. Stories we are cursed to base our lives on. To take them on as part of ourselves. Even though we know we could have any other story, it doesn’t matter. We choose one and we make it ours. We can change it and make it better and happier, but…it will never be THE Story. The Story of life, the Story of everyone, the Story of the Universe and everything (copyright Douglas Adams p). I don’t care it might be boring, I need it. I need it desperately, tragically, to tears. And then I can play with my other stories. And maybe then the stories will actually make sense. They would only be games. Now they are life.
sensitive bore February 18, 2008
N-am ce sa-ti zic, blogule…decat ca ceva nu e la locul lui. I’m leaving soon and I don’t feel ready. Orice-as pune in bagaje, nothing can prepare me for the chaos in my head. I can temporarily put it aside, dar e nevoie de o restructurare drastica. Si-o sa ma roada tot drumul. Si am asa o tristete fara noima, fara contur. Si eu trebuie sa-i gasesc sursa… sursele. Ma stiam, pana mi-am dat seama ca n-am cum sa-mi raspund la unele chestii. Asa ca ma lamentez, nepoetic, neartistic, neinteresant. Sincer.
Nu vreau sa ma lacomesc la birthday wishes, but I really need a musical end. It melts me and I can forget about what I’m not for a while.
divinity February 16, 2008
How can his voice not strike you… Cohen’s writing and Antony’s heartbreaking singing… God, what are you trying to do to me???
Yeah… obviously another restless night….
it’s been a long time… February 15, 2008
Restless nights ask for beautiful distractions:
This is not the best take away show by Beirut, but it’s one of my favorite songs.
The rest of the take away shows (concerts a emporter) with Beirut are here, a whole album shot in freedom.
just to say February 15, 2008
Urasc sa fiu nevoita sa-mi stapanesc impulsurile. E cel mai urat mod de-a-ti irosi viata. Cu toate astea, stiu ca trebuie. Graba poate fi interpretata gresit si ma vad nevoita sa dau explicatii. Sa-mi ies din minti incercand sa repar impresiile gresite. De ce nu poate omul sa accepte culoarea fara sa stie cum se cheama?
Da, m-am suparat. Nu vreau sa ma schimb pentru prejudecatile oamenilor. Nu vreau sa am grija in ce rahat ma arunc. Te arzi, inveti, si mergi mai departe. Nu mi-e teama de ce s-ar intampla cu mine, mi-e teama insa sa primesc all the bullshit labels. And that’s a well-known fact of having to live among people. Constrageri sociale that suck up the life in you. Go & focks urselves in za butt. You will not make me yours!
And a bonus poem by William Carlos Williams for old times’ sake, c-ati fost cuminti si mi-ati ascultat frustrarile p :
This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Ahhh, highschool was sweet….
s-a terminat vacanta, sa inceapa vacanta! :op February 14, 2008
Weird timing (nu ca as regreta evenimentele academice ratate p), dar drumul iar ni se deschide. Destinatie virgina, dupa care celebrare de hapsy intr-o veche tinta neatinsa cu the right company. I know, I indulge myself too much, but as I said, I’ll be dead tomorrow – no time for waiting for what I deserve, I’ll just take what I need (very convenient principle of living, isn’t it? p). Oi…n-am ce sa zic decat: let the experiences roll, baby…oops, I mean peewee! ;o)
Hagz for more than one love February 7, 2008
Nu, in nici un caz nu promovam poliamorismul, that’s baaaad for health! p
Dar ia te uita ce coincidenta de ganduri. Chiar zilele trecute ma gandeam ca ar merge un free hugs de valentine’s day for all the singles care se simt nefericiti inconjurati de cupluri iubarete sau care pur si simplu vor sa-si arate si ei dragostea in aceasta zi plina de “love is in the air” si romantism. Insa cum nu eram sigura c-o sa fiu in Bucuresti in ziua respectiva, nu mi-am mai asumat organizarea evenimentului. Stiam c-o sa apara altcineva care sa preia initiativa and I was damn right! D
Asa ca mutumim domnului Group Hug, whoever you are. )) And we invite him on the yahoo group of those who like to hug & cuddle. ;o) Aici o sa gaseasca oameni cu experienta intr-ale huguitului care abia asteapta o noua sansa sa se arunce in bratele altora. p
Nu mi-e clar insa daca e vorba de hugging in pairs sau group hugs, asa cum au existat o gramada vara trecuta pe Verona, insa cred ca asta conteaza cel mai putin. Important e sa “spread the love”, cum zice si nenea Group Hug.
Eu inca nu stiu daca o sa plec pe 14 sau pe 15, dar o sa incerc sa ajung daca apuc.
Meanwhile, enjoy yourselves with the past “editions”, daca le pot spune asa:
FreeHugs pe 23 decembrie 2007 Bucuresti TNB
Free Hugs pe Arthur Verona si nu numai
Deci ne vedem sau va vedeti pe 14 la TNB, pentru o sesiune de amor liber. p
And don’t forget to tell everyone! Us huggers need to stick together and help each other! ;o)
I am angry February 5, 2008
Today a man has died. The cousin of a friend of a friend who had the bad luck of getting born in the wrong place… You can find the reason here. You can find a justification NOWHERE!
Others are slowly dying. Yes, still dying. The friend of that friend was infected as well. A very intelligent and accomplished lady from what he told me.
I won’t say more. “I am angry!”
