It's true! i know u can't believe it, but it's true. i can improve myself. i don't mean that i actually can, but there is room for improvement. and it's possible that the only way to do it is to compromise and express my feelings in the raw shape in which they're born in my mind. in my mind... in my mind.... and i say "compromise" because my raw thoughts would hurt a lot of people... they would make some people cry, they would make some of them laugh, and some of them go "hmm"... especially john tickle.... but it would certainly make some of them beat the shit out of me and we wouldn't want to ruin me pretty face now, would we?
so what should i do? should i say or should I draw?... should i jpeg or should i raw?...
this article is based on andrei (not me), a guy, a true story, a stig, an esteemed collegue of a true artist.. and this guy, story, stig says... u could be better: don't use the english in your stories, just spice them up with it....
mmm... considering this as the first step in improving myself i would have to say no... i love writting in english, because
a: i am no patapievici with romanian words
b: if u're no patapievici with words, my writting in romanian would sound like rudarel singing led zeppelin...
deci, in concluzie, i prefer writting in english and spice it up with romanian and i prefer to stay at this level, sounding like a semidoct... a snob above the average... a noblesse oblige lookalike... a masculine lolita pille...
andrei did give me a push to start improving myself, so the next thing i'm gonna do is beeing more honest to me, to you, to all my closest friends... but not to the world... because as we've learned in a previous post, sharing your feelings with the world is a faux pas... but beeing dead honest in a more restricted environment can be refreshing...
and on this bombshell, it's time to end... (did it make more sense now?)
sâmbătă, noiembrie 17
joi, august 30
Rotterdam on a noisy august day
Some would spend hours admiring a rembrandt... others would spend their day laying down on the grass thinking about how blessed they are that they're hippies... me... just show me a beautiful bridge and i'm a happy happy man!
" I stole Rossi's bike and he can't catch me hehe... they sent him directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect 25 points!"
" I stole Rossi's bike and he can't catch me hehe... they sent him directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect 25 points!"
Nelson Piquet on the Renault F1 car on a roundabout in the center of Rotterdam
marți, iulie 31
Today i write about dolphins
Today i write about these inspiring creatures who actually do make you feel like there's more to them than making kids laugh... they seem to know more than we do, with that smug smile on their faces, don't they?... even though when you look at them and you say they're so friendly they would never harm you, i can never stop thinking that best thieves never look like thieves.
What if some day they will say: "goodbye and thanks for all the fish" :) whilst they launch an attack on people who bathe in the shallow waters, an attack that would make sharks go "daaamn"... that would be too obvious... but what if one day, while doing a double tulup with a screw they will unveal some major secret on us.. like in the end of "the sixth sense" or like in "matrix"...
to be honest... i really think that's possible, i really think that dolphins can one day make all your history, all your knowledge about mathematics and all your accomplishments become absolete...
a dolphin can make stephen hawking pretty effortlessly look like a horseshoe... which is not far
and on that bombshell it's time to end.
What if some day they will say: "goodbye and thanks for all the fish" :) whilst they launch an attack on people who bathe in the shallow waters, an attack that would make sharks go "daaamn"... that would be too obvious... but what if one day, while doing a double tulup with a screw they will unveal some major secret on us.. like in the end of "the sixth sense" or like in "matrix"...
to be honest... i really think that's possible, i really think that dolphins can one day make all your history, all your knowledge about mathematics and all your accomplishments become absolete...
a dolphin can make stephen hawking pretty effortlessly look like a horseshoe... which is not far
and on that bombshell it's time to end.
duminică, iunie 17
The greatest encore that ever lived - part I
I was telling u about the smashing smashing pumpkins.. well here they are for you to half understand how awsome they are.. be patient and listen to the entire three parts.
Here it is - "Gossamer"!
joi, mai 31
The smashing Smashing pumpkins
a minute ago i had 15 rows written here about the concert, and it was all rubbish.. and you know why, because i am a rubbish writer and as the arctic monkeys singer said between songs... jklasdflkjalk;jjfalskf...
one thing i have to say... the festival lived up to its expectations: good music, rain, feet that hurt, lives that made u forget about the feet... But the smashing pumpkins, well they blew my expectations away, out of the orbit of the earth, past the moons of mars...and bla bla.. here are some pics:
joi, martie 22
The Queen
First i recommand that you go see the movie instead of reading this. This is just a vulgar, rough opinion of mine, the movie is a dignified opinion of true brits.
At first I liked this movie. It was good. But after thinking about it, i was wrong. Because it actually was very good.
It's not neccessarly a movie about Queen Elizabeth II and it's not a movie about Lady Di either. I guess you could call it a movie about how people change, how culture in people is not the same as it was, say 50 or 100 years ago. And i mean that in the bad way.
Of course, it's a movie from the point of view of the royal family, but pretty flawless in my opinion. It's in the same time a slap on the press' and on the common people's cheek as it is a small black ball on the royal family's side.
The royal family was most criticised about how they were never open to diane's death and never showed their feelings on this. They explain it by how they grief in silence and not in public. Of course that the grief part might not be entirely true, but it's also true that you're not supposed to do this kind of thing in public, you need to keep your dignity intact in these kind of moments. In the end they caved in to the public's and tabloid's wishes to have a public funeral, a funeral at which all the celebrities were invited. Are you kdding me people? elton john got the best selling song at the funeral and a whole bunch of other freaks were invited there. And you know what's the sad part. I know it's wrong to say this but Diane might have actually liked this. This is what sets her appart from the royal family. The vulgarity of the modern man keeps him from understanding that dignity is a very noble trait of people, which seems to get lost faster and faster these days and i blame the american movies which lure you to say what is it that's on your heart. It's ok for us to put our feelings in a movie for the whole world to see it, it's ok to make millions from the songs from my heart, it's ok to show all the fucking time that you're sad, happy, gay, bi, wifeloving, flowerloving, niggerhating, bushhating, sorry for your sorry ass, they say it's even ok for a man to cry when he's puppy got hit by a bus. No it's not fucking ok, it's vulgar! no i haven't got the wrong word, it's vulgar, stop sharing your silly feelings to the world all the time and start having some dignity for crying out loud!
If you've got nothing to say that's worth a quarter of a shakespearian feeling than shut up!
And that's also where the royal family made a mistake and stopped being royal and also made a bigger mistake, brought the english people to the same level as the others. Because of that i now know that they're only a few true brits left in the world. The royal family actually caved in to the prospect of losing the monarchy and didn't have the guts to go out like true royals.
Now what i wrote here, is not dignifying, but i made this sacrifice for all of you who cried at the end of that august to understand. I felt sorry too then , but i was 15, what was your excuse?
PS: And if the high class americans try to get closer to the royal habbits of the brits, by sucking up to them and giving the Oscar to Helen Mirren, they should try harder. They did in the end gave the oscar to a true american movie, The Departed. So if you tell me that "yes, mozart is pretty good, but we're still going to recognize madonna", i don't really buy it! They should understand these movies are from different categories, and while i had a blast at "The Departed", i silently enjoyed and applauded inside of me "The Queen".
At first I liked this movie. It was good. But after thinking about it, i was wrong. Because it actually was very good.
It's not neccessarly a movie about Queen Elizabeth II and it's not a movie about Lady Di either. I guess you could call it a movie about how people change, how culture in people is not the same as it was, say 50 or 100 years ago. And i mean that in the bad way.
Of course, it's a movie from the point of view of the royal family, but pretty flawless in my opinion. It's in the same time a slap on the press' and on the common people's cheek as it is a small black ball on the royal family's side.
The royal family was most criticised about how they were never open to diane's death and never showed their feelings on this. They explain it by how they grief in silence and not in public. Of course that the grief part might not be entirely true, but it's also true that you're not supposed to do this kind of thing in public, you need to keep your dignity intact in these kind of moments. In the end they caved in to the public's and tabloid's wishes to have a public funeral, a funeral at which all the celebrities were invited. Are you kdding me people? elton john got the best selling song at the funeral and a whole bunch of other freaks were invited there. And you know what's the sad part. I know it's wrong to say this but Diane might have actually liked this. This is what sets her appart from the royal family. The vulgarity of the modern man keeps him from understanding that dignity is a very noble trait of people, which seems to get lost faster and faster these days and i blame the american movies which lure you to say what is it that's on your heart. It's ok for us to put our feelings in a movie for the whole world to see it, it's ok to make millions from the songs from my heart, it's ok to show all the fucking time that you're sad, happy, gay, bi, wifeloving, flowerloving, niggerhating, bushhating, sorry for your sorry ass, they say it's even ok for a man to cry when he's puppy got hit by a bus. No it's not fucking ok, it's vulgar! no i haven't got the wrong word, it's vulgar, stop sharing your silly feelings to the world all the time and start having some dignity for crying out loud!
If you've got nothing to say that's worth a quarter of a shakespearian feeling than shut up!
And that's also where the royal family made a mistake and stopped being royal and also made a bigger mistake, brought the english people to the same level as the others. Because of that i now know that they're only a few true brits left in the world. The royal family actually caved in to the prospect of losing the monarchy and didn't have the guts to go out like true royals.
Now what i wrote here, is not dignifying, but i made this sacrifice for all of you who cried at the end of that august to understand. I felt sorry too then , but i was 15, what was your excuse?
PS: And if the high class americans try to get closer to the royal habbits of the brits, by sucking up to them and giving the Oscar to Helen Mirren, they should try harder. They did in the end gave the oscar to a true american movie, The Departed. So if you tell me that "yes, mozart is pretty good, but we're still going to recognize madonna", i don't really buy it! They should understand these movies are from different categories, and while i had a blast at "The Departed", i silently enjoyed and applauded inside of me "The Queen".
joi, ianuarie 11
Storm
Microscopical sparks fly around following the fast reel retreat of the fishing rod... orange and grey, all sails are downed... white and blue, the rudder is strongly turned; while she's hit by the first wave, the boat faces a different kind of horizon... black and black.
A wind gust tries to fix my hair, the sensation of one miligram of water on my hand, a drop of water falls on the glass of my watch and breaks into five... millions of drops of water wait to fall on me.
A breath of wind plays with the thorns of a wired fence fallen to the ground, a highway of ants connects two trees, nothing of this can be seen from twenty thousand feet above the ground; from this height... it takes a bit over a minute for me to touch the ground together with billions of raindrops.
A colour begins to be distinguished, the reflexion of light on the wave that left in its path a destroyed vessel, the first attempt of a woman to cross the Pacific and the world with one of the most beautiful tales - July 8th 1976
Five minutes of rain way below expectations, the remains of a twenty year old storm, the last outbreak of the most powerful storm - October 23rd 2006
I race the rain to the ground, i can't keep up, in front of me billion of raindrops hit the earth simultaneously with the power of ten nuclear bombs. The water swaps places with the cloud dust which has risen above the plain... October 24th 2006, the most powerful storm... in my imagination...
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