<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988</id><updated>2011-10-03T12:26:15.267-07:00</updated><category term='french'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='love'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='madness'/><category term='future plans'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Diary Of a Madman</title><subtitle type='html'>I only dream in black and white, I only dream cause I'm alive,
I only dream in black and white, to save me from myself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1603575219022936339</id><published>2011-04-26T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:41:19.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING OUT!</title><content type='html'>Ne pare rau, ne'am mutat pe &lt;a href="http://schnitzhell.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://schnitzhell.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; :) Cya there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1603575219022936339?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1603575219022936339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1603575219022936339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1603575219022936339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1603575219022936339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-out.html' title='MOVING OUT!'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5032744405128249088</id><published>2011-04-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:40:43.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvati ursii Koala ca sa avem si noi ce gati diseara.</title><content type='html'>Tot trecand prin viata asta, in paralel cu ea, ofc, realizez pe masura ce inaintez ca sunt foarte atipic in ceea ce priveste conceptiile.&lt;br /&gt;Ce vreau sa spun cu asta? Simplu, ca nu mananc rahat. Nu sunt naiv, not anymore at least si pot sa diferentiez albul de negru, hartia de guma si mama unui prieten de o vaca, deci...stai, mi-am pierdut sirul gandurilor.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea fiind zice, sa trecem la un lucru care ma deranjaza din ce in ce mai mult in societatea de azi este...nu stiu...presupun ca e fraierimea si ipocrizia idiotilor astora. Valorile care sunt promovate in ziua de azi nu...nici macar nu e vorba de asta, pentru ca metodele si lucrurile pe care la apreciaza oamenii respectivi se bat cap in cap exact cu valorile pe care striga raspicat ca cica le-ar promova. I mean, ffs, serios? Am ajuns sa ne violam fratii mai mici pentru diplome de pedagogie. In pizda masii de treaba, deja mi s-a acrit sa tot aud de societate si de cum modul in care suntem noi e gresit si despre cum trebuie sa ne purtam si sa FIM. Exact, TREBUIE sa FIM intr-un ANUMIT MOD care sa CONVINA ALTORA, ca sa fim acceptati. Si dupa ce te pliezi, ca de, doar nu ai ce altceva sa faci ( vrei sa mergi la faculta, ce plm ), ti se vorbeste despre LIBERTATE, despre cum TU faci diferenta, despre cum TU ALEGI CE VREI SA FII.&lt;br /&gt;Asta pe mine ma scarbeste, falsul ascuns sub o prezentare frumoasa si minciuna despre viitor. Un balos tocilar la costum si o prezentare in power point decenta sunt de ajuns sa convinga 50 de copii sa isi piarda 100 de ore din viata pentru o diploma de rahat, cu convingerea ca intr-o buna zi, copii aia vor sta in fata unui birou inalt al unui director mucos din UK si acela va spune "Hmm, competente in protejarea mediului, voluntariat, participarea la diverse proiecte de aducere a cretei in scoli. Foarte frumos domnule, dar...aceasta e o facultate de management serioasa, valea! La Spiru cu tine, fagotule".&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, esti prost, tu, elev din ziua de azi. Tu crezi in orice cacat care iti e aruncat in fata si ti se spune ca daca il mananci , pe undeva pe acolo, e o diploma care o sa te ajute sa devii o femeie de servici mai buna. Sincer, prefer sa fiu ala care se caca. Adica, ok, insist pe chestia asta cu diplomele si va spun si de ce: &lt;br /&gt;Nu e vorba ca ma iau neaparat de oamenii care nu se uda daca nu au diplome, pe mine ma dezgusta javrele care spala creiere si care ne fura noua din timp si din ceea ce avem noi mai frumos, copilaria si libertatea care vine la pachet.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o gramada de chestii, la fiecare colt de strada "vino si ia cursul X""vino aici si ajuta-ne sa salvam, banii ii bagam la noi in buzunar, ca stim ce sa facem cu ei" "fa diferenta! primesti diploma! Nu, nu o facem pentru publicitate sau pentru interesul nostru"&lt;br /&gt;Eu in chestiile de genu'asta ma fut! Si eu particip la proiecte and stuff, dar numai la alea care sunt interesante. Si mie nu vad sa'mi dea cineva vreo diploma ca 2 saptamani am stat 12 ore la liceu pentru teatru.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, oamenii in costum ma pot suge cu pasiune, si adeptii lor la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Insa, cei mai cretini nu sunt neaparat muierile alea in pardesiu, ci mai mult adeptii lor inflacarati, spalati pe creier. Deci, e ca pe vremea comunismului, cu pusti care sunt decorati de catre partid pentru servialitate ( CA PENTRU ASTA SUNTENTI DECORATI IDIOTI, IMBECILI, FARA CREIER CE SUNTETI, NU PENTRU CA SUNTETI IMPORTANTI SAU MAI BUNI SAU PENTRU CA FACETI CEVA PENTRU VOI, CI PENTRU CA SUNTENTI SCLAVII IPOCRITI AI UNOR PARTARI) si care, apoi imi fac mie, MIE , morala si imi spun EI CUM AR TREBUI SA MA COMPORT. Sa va futa Terente bai flegmelor. Cand voi o sa fiti secretare care sug pula ca sa primeasca o marire, eu o sa ies la bere cu seful vostru, fute'm'as in ea de societate si in ce monstrii creaza.&lt;br /&gt;Va pierdeti, dati totul pentru o lauda si o diploma. Bine zicea Teo intr-un stand up ca "la scoala intri ca de plastelina si astia te modeleaza sub forma unui cacat. Iesi tot un cacat, dar ai diploma. Felicitari, esti un cacat cu diploma"&lt;br /&gt;Si cum isi iau ei atractiile si le aduc la vedere, targul educatiei, sa mori tu? Presupun ca trebuie sa fii un candidat informat inainte de a deveni un somer educat, nu? &lt;br /&gt;Oricum, voi salvati ursi koala ca sa ii gateasca sefii voluntariatului. Exact asta faceti. Vreti sa faceti ceva pentru voi? Interesati-va pe bune cu ce se mananca lumea asta, nu va mai hraniti cu iluzii aiurea, cu minciuni, nu va mai abandonati de voi insiva pentru altii si pentru un viitor pe care oricum nu il veti avea.&lt;br /&gt;Cum obtine omul ceea ce isi doreste? Stand mereu pe calea lui, fiind mereu asa cum vrea el, luptand pentru un tel, lupta in stilul lui, nu pupa in cur, nu se schimba pentru altii.&lt;br /&gt;Toti uita de unde au plecat si ceea ce candva era o persoana calda, cu viata si interesanta acum devine un stresat, ingamfat, superior care crede ca face ceea ce trebuie. &lt;br /&gt;Societate, eu, Ionie, ma pis pe tine. De ce? Pentru ca pe mine nu ma vei atinge niciodata. Ma voi duce la un targ adevarat, voi lua de acolo o vaca ( stanley o s'o cheme) si o voi duce la targul educatiei, sa o pregatesc de lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru dependentii de diplome, recomand, nu...VA OBLIG sa vedeti acest classic, aceasta scena din Vrajitorul din Oz, unul dintre filmele mele preferate, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ky7DMCHQJZY"&gt;CLICK AICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5032744405128249088?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5032744405128249088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5032744405128249088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5032744405128249088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5032744405128249088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/04/salvati-ursii-koala-ca-sa-avem-si-noi.html' title='Salvati ursii Koala ca sa avem si noi ce gati diseara.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8171974190366356285</id><published>2011-04-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:12:20.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce inseamna " a recunoaste"</title><content type='html'>Cateodata e greu sa recunosti un lucru. Parca efectiv te deranjaza atat de mult adevarul despre tine incat te afunzi in negare si tare greu iesi de acolo. E o experienta de care am fost strain pana azi... niciodata nu m'am simtit atat de descoperit, atat de vizibil, pana si pentru proprii ochi.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, deci, sa zicem ca m'am privit si eu o data si m'am vazut asa cum sunt, doar eu si atat... mi'am vazut partile bune, pe care le apreciez si pe care le ridic in slavi and shit, dar mi'am vazut si...o parte mai putin buna, dar nu mai putin adevarata decat prima. Pe masura ce vorbeam, auzindu-ma si nu prea, crezand in ceea ce spun si nu prea, constientizand si nu prea, incet, incet , mi'am dat seama ca...gresesc.&lt;br /&gt;E mult spus " mi-am dat seama", ci mai degrava " mi s-a aratat" ca gresesc.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, ajungand in punctul in care deja incepusem sa'mi dau seama ca gresesc, am ales sa neg, sa ma protejez intr-un fel, cred...&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate voiam sa fiu perfect, perfect pentru cine? Nimeni nu e perfect si oricine stie asta... eu de ce incerc sa fiu, cand defectele imi sunt vizibile, cand practic sunt citit si inteles pe deplin...de ce sa ma ascund si sa spun ca nu gresesc, cand era clar inclusiv pentru mine ca asa era...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu am vrut sa recunosc ca am facut o mare tampenie si ca nu am gandit ok, nu am spus nimic ok, nu am fost ok...nu am fost eu.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mi'a fost greu sa recunosc...pur si simplu pentru ca imi era al naibii de rusine de mine, dar, in the end, am fost sincer. 100% si desi m'am simtit prost, foarte prost, pentru ceea ce facusem, m'am simtit si bine pentru ca...pur si simplu am spus un lucru, m'am dezvaluit mai mult, am aratat o parte mai neagra a mea, fara sa mai incerc ( aiurea ) sa o tin ascunsa.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, singurul lucru care ma macina e vina, atata tot, in rest, pot sa zic ca sunt destul de ok, cu toate ca, imi e un pic teama sa nu fi facut prea mult rau si sa nu se intample ceva rau ( dar asta e doar negativistul de mine)&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb daca ceea ce s'a intamplat a fost o dovada ca nu sunt deloc un om grozav, sau daca a fost pur si simplu o gresala idioata a unui om grozav pe jumatate, o jumatate separata.&lt;br /&gt;Daca am putut sa recunosc ca exista anumite rele in mine, atunci pot recunoaste si ca lucrurile bune din mine, nu ma privesc in totalitate si nu am nici o putere asupra lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ba mai mult, vorbind de influente asupra unei persoane, daca influenta respectiva e reciproca se considera tot influenta? Sau e doar... nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;Si... ca sa postez si un mic fragment din ceva ce inca nu am terminat de scris ( care nu va fi o viitoare postare) &lt;br /&gt;" Imi dau seama cum e sa traiesti pe jumatate. Imi dau seama cum e sa te trezesti dimineata intr-un pat fara scop, pe jumatate adormit, cu o jumatate de cafea bauta, cu o jumatate de raza de soare, cu o jumatate de "tu" care are un scop, o jumatate de " tu" care doarme si o jumatate de "tu" care nu exista. Imi dau seama cum e sa traietsi pe jumatate, daca esti suparat, pe sfert, iar daca plangi...inseamna ca ori nu traiesti deloc, ori traiesti complet. Jumatate din mine, care in timp ce scrie, realizeaza cat de putina si incompleta e, in sevrajul ei continuu dupa cealalta.O jumatate de "eu" care, de cand si'a cunoscut cea dulce adictie , e mai completa decat am fost "eu" vreodata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, este 7 dimineata, am vazut 2 filme horror, am terminat un chicken invaders, am baut 2 cafelute si...as mai vrea sa scriu, dar...eh, nu mai e cazul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nu, postul nu este despre vreo preferinta sexuala ascunsa ( pentru intrebari gen Papy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8171974190366356285?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8171974190366356285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8171974190366356285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8171974190366356285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8171974190366356285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/04/ce-inseamna-recunoaste.html' title='Ce inseamna &quot; a recunoaste&quot;'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6891839879948978628</id><published>2011-04-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:32:50.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The orange tree</title><content type='html'>This will be a full english post, that took a while to prefect, mainly because it's an aberation, made by an obscure man; A random tought that passed trough my mind one day and I said to myself "this shit is worth writing, at least for my sense of self-acomplishment, even tough, it's just some bullshit philosohpy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little hungry, I went into the kitchen and wanted something to eat. I've stumbled upon an orange. A mere orange. A simple thing. It was nice, orangeish and had a good taste. I enjoyed it very much, given that it was delicious and also easy to peel off.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 minutes just thinking about that stupid orange. I pictured all the things I was thinking about at that point and linked them to the orange I had just eaten.&lt;br /&gt;I said to myslef "life just sort of is like an orange...like and orange tree".&lt;br /&gt;I imediatly imagined an orange tree. What was i focusing on? The oranges. I imagined the tree for a couple of minutes and then I started noticing the leaves and the body of the tree. I said to myself "boy, those oranges whouldn't have grown if it wasn't for the rest of the tree...and yet, I only see the fruit, the thing that gives me an advantage. The thing on the surface, the thing that is just the outside result of a more grandous work.&lt;br /&gt;I then made a connection with the people...the people that inhabit this world...or, should I say...society?.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many kinds of them...but, wich one is more likeable.&lt;br /&gt;There are of course, the people who buy the oranges and eat them, not ever thinking about the orange tree, just simply eating the oranges in their comfy chairs, without any worry whatsoever, careless and limited in the perspective of life; A simple glimpse of bland normality in this world.&lt;br /&gt;There are the people who sell the oranges, traders that care nothing about anyone but thenselves and would do anything just to sell an orange. They don't even know how an orange tree looks like, they don't even know who are they selling the oranges to. They are simply individualist connectors between the orange tree and the couch people. They are selfish, but profitable, black holes on this world, ready to suck in anything that should ever come in their way. They are not blind, they just don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;Another type is the orange gatherer, who picks the oranges and delivers them to the traders. A gatherer is an unacomplished nobody, wich no one cares about ( maybe his family does, but still, to few people). He fails to see the orange tree, focusing on the fruit, clinging his life to a simple harvest of oranges. He can't see the orange tree, because his eyes can't afford it. He is a lost one and he lives only for others. Because of him others have profit and because of him, he himself only has survival. He spends his life near countless orange trees and still fails to see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;At last, there is the gardner, the man who makes the wheel spin, the man who everyone owes everything to. He plants the tree, he watches it as it grows. He loves it, he dedicates himself to it. Not because of the others, not because it's his only way of survival, he could've been a gatherer if he'd liked to, and yet he chosed to be a gardned. He is the one who notices everything...the tree, the oranges, the gatherer, the salesman, the couch fattys , everything, knowing that even tough he sees it all, nobody will ever see him, think about him, aprreciate or repay him in any way. He is the root of the orange tree, that only the orange tree can see.&lt;br /&gt;He makes it all possible, recieves nothing and...still, we don't know why he does it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows why...it's not because of survival, it's not because of greed, it's not carelesness...but then, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think it's just because he likes the orange tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6891839879948978628?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6891839879948978628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6891839879948978628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6891839879948978628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6891839879948978628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/04/orange-tree.html' title='The orange tree'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1946816634448291806</id><published>2011-04-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:10:51.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knwoledge...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is the song in wich i've put everything i had, if it's good or not, you decide. It will be 10 mins long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence gets so loud sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Inner voices fill the void&lt;br /&gt;Could I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Life just stalmates in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waging war against myself&lt;br /&gt;A fight no man can win&lt;br /&gt;I am lost between the depths&lt;br /&gt;Of a dark and souless dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a loud, yet unheard scream&lt;br /&gt;Pillar against i cannot lean&lt;br /&gt;And the trip, so i begin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Murederous thinking&lt;br /&gt;The shores of a mind&lt;br /&gt;Supposition's been linking&lt;br /&gt;With the truth that's left behinf&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the huge void&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty's caused&lt;br /&gt;The smile it destroyed&lt;br /&gt;And time it has paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever might happen&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever might be&lt;br /&gt;Whatever might happen&lt;br /&gt;We'll never see&lt;br /&gt;Trough anyone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But if I had the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Answers layed in front of me&lt;br /&gt;If I had the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Truth be all that i can see&lt;br /&gt;If I had the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I could pretend i am blind&lt;br /&gt;If I had the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I would find my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;If I had the knowledge &lt;br /&gt;Fear would be just a key&lt;br /&gt;To the truth that lies eternaly&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge come to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why this condemnment&lt;br /&gt;Why all this fear&lt;br /&gt;Why this entraptment&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you hear?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The vision is deadly&lt;br /&gt;Imagination's the same&lt;br /&gt;A world so unfriendly&lt;br /&gt;And no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mind is flying&lt;br /&gt;To another land&lt;br /&gt;Yet my fire's dying&lt;br /&gt;My life's in her hand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her hand's so far away&lt;br /&gt;A second's enormous&lt;br /&gt;Still, i will not say&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the bond between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments are changing&lt;br /&gt;Tears over smiles&lt;br /&gt;The day has been aging&lt;br /&gt;For reason it calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they keep on talking&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear a word&lt;br /&gt;Forth i keep walking&lt;br /&gt;A vision without lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the caravan ofpleasure and decay&lt;br /&gt;Depravation,segregation i chose not to stay&lt;br /&gt;Took my soul, took my dream, threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;And the nightmare comes to life, fear swallowing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an image, a projection of a paranoid brain&lt;br /&gt;An invention, or a scenary that will never be&lt;br /&gt;All the moments and the memories can't go down the drain&lt;br /&gt;It's a fake, it's paranoy, it's a madman's fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if it's not?&lt;br /&gt;But what if it is?&lt;br /&gt;But what if it's not? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, please god make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: I've heard you were calling&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you were hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Rise up from the dirt!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B: What miscief is this?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be here?&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot feel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;G: the answer's at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: You're far from this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: My heart has not left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: But your body did so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: I know you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: If you're friend or foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Just look inside&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B: there's nothing inside, i'm alone in misery&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;G: don't you cry and just trust me, what you fear will never be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;B: I would dare to hold you, but you are the rose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;G: Don't cry 'cos your tears will poison my thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I tought you were lost without trace&lt;br /&gt;See me crying with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Forget all the sorrow, forget all the pain&lt;br /&gt;No one will love you the same&lt;br /&gt;As I do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words are a cure&lt;br /&gt;And I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't endure&lt;br /&gt;This world's despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a shelter&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a name&lt;br /&gt;Our dream will not falter&lt;br /&gt;And I will see her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a mennance&lt;br /&gt;When it passes so slow&lt;br /&gt;And it's just a pennance&lt;br /&gt;Both: For the moments in wich we glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her my trust&lt;br /&gt;I give her my life&lt;br /&gt;No future, no past&lt;br /&gt;Both: Just the present, in wich we will dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would walk trough fire&lt;br /&gt;I would fight the flame&lt;br /&gt;To fufill my desire&lt;br /&gt;Both: To be reunited again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment is now&lt;br /&gt;The moment is real&lt;br /&gt;In front of this magic I bow&lt;br /&gt;Both: Love, be all we can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Forevermore!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1946816634448291806?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1946816634448291806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1946816634448291806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1946816634448291806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1946816634448291806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/04/knwoledge.html' title='Knwoledge...'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2454416570712640158</id><published>2011-03-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:11:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow eyes.</title><content type='html'>Hello bastards, nu am mai scris pentru ca am fost ocupat cu teatru ( 9 dimineata-9 seara) si pentru ca am avut altele de facut, dar, iata ca acum scriu din  nou.&lt;br /&gt;Azi este o zi speciala pentru mine, a fost chiar cea mai speciala zi din viata mea. Am facut 1 AN CU MADA si a fost genial.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o zi exact asa cum am vrut si pentru o zi, pentru o singura zi toate celalalte lucruri nu am contat. Nu a contat liceul ( nu am servit ore azi), nu a contat teatrul, nu a contat vremea, nu a contat ora de ajuns acasa, nu a contat nimic, decat noi.&lt;br /&gt;Ne'am intalnit la ora 9 dimineata, record pentru mine intro zi off-school si ne'am uitat la LOTR, gen...cred. Ma rog,apoi ne'am grabit sa prindem la 12:30 filmul " Buna! Ce faci? " la cinema Studio ( un cinema mult prea underrated dupa parerea mea). Filmul a fost bestial, cu 2 oameni care se plictisisera unul de celalalt si care au inceput sa chatuiasca pe net cu straini, dar strainii erau chiar ei. Film genial, cel mai bun film romanesc ever, clar!&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am mers la tovarasu' Burger King, sa ne mai intremam si noi "putin". Uite care e faza, 2 taxiuri pe zi = 40 de lei, iar o masa la BK pentru 2 face cam tot atat, so...taxi or great food? Food ffs! &lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am mancat ne'am dus in Herastrau sa ne plimbam si a fost...ei bine..super. Mi'au revenit in minte amintirile de acum 1 an cand mergeam in herastrau si...off..chiar 1 an a trecut? Jeezuz :) * tear in my eye, musical background provided by Bon Jovi*.&lt;br /&gt;IN SFARSIT AM SARIT IN SALTELE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa saltele, Mada a disparut intr-o baie publica timp de 50 de ani, timp in care eu am orbit si m'am imprietenit cu porumbeii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa descriu sentimentele mele de azi...mai nou sentimentele mele in general..o singura chestie vreau sa zic:&lt;br /&gt;A fost singura data in viata mea cand nu am stiut ce sa spun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, am cea mai tare poza ever, loserilor! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2454416570712640158?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2454416570712640158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2454416570712640158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2454416570712640158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2454416570712640158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/03/raibow-eyes.html' title='Rainbow eyes.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1648038598296532290</id><published>2011-03-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:19:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady whatever.</title><content type='html'>Fortat de imprejurari, scriu pe blog. Glumesc, e ok, chiar aveam chef sa scriu, desi sunt foarte obosit dupa cateva zile de liceu si teatru (7 dimineata-8 seara). Bon, deci, cum o mai duc? Ce mai fac?&lt;br /&gt;Nimic special, a fost martisorul si astazi, 8 martie , am sarbatorit regeste la Burger King ( voi,fraierilor, sa mergeti unde o'ti stii) si chiar m'am distrat super super bine cu Mada.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am dat si eu seama ca nici titlurile mele nu au prea mari legaturi cu ceea ce scriu, dar pana mea, mie imi plac, deobicei sunt titlurile pieselor pe care le ascult in timp ce scriu postul.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, pana mea, nici nu prea stiu despre ce sa vorbesc. Am zis ca in postul asta sa nu scriu ceva jignitor pentru alti oameni. (kamelot pe fundal, dar titlul nu'l schimb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, cred ca totusi nu pot rezista si o sa ma iau de cateva chestii, asa, de seara.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut pe facebookul lui Mada un link spre o chestie cu " de ce nu iubim femeile".&lt;br /&gt;Imediat mi'a venit raspunsul " pentru ca suntem gay?", dar, cititnd respectivul articol ( de la Kamikaze) m'am dat seama ca nu e chiar asa. Cica e un articol scris de o tipa cu coaie si cica se ia de asa-zisele "pizde proaste". Ma rog, as fi vrut sa vad un articol scris de un tip pe tema " de ce nu iubim barbatii"...sa vezi atunci, nu ar mai fi zis nimeni ca "are coaie", devreme ce le avea deja, ci toata lumea l'ar fi numit " vaginel" sau asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, ideea era ca femeile sunt evil si bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Nimic mai adevarat, daca esti prost. Femela este, ca de altfel orice alta chestie , o chestie diversa. Asa ca voi da si eu un raspuns la intrebarea " de ce nu iubim femeile". Unele nu merita, iar pe altele nu le iubim pentru ca suntem prosti. Merge si viceversa.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, slava cerului, la cati barbati prosti exista... genul ala care zic "aia suge pula!:)), ce curva!" apoi, cand pretena nu le da gurita : " ce curva, nu mi'a supt-o :((". WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, subiectul asta e deja ultra- consumat, iar pe mine ma dispera retardatii care o tin tare si sus pe a lor ca o tabara e mai tare decat cealalta.Cred ca exista idioti de ambele, dar totusi, ala, care isi sustine sexul pana in panzele albe, este mai cretin decat orice tarfa,popou sau whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa, ultimele zile au fost dubioase, dar dragute in multe momente. A fost mai mult soare decat deobicei si au fost si ceva zambete in plus. Primavara vrea sa sparga usa! (Hurry up bitch!).&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, hai ca aici e treaba prea serioasa, am inceput un post serios si nu il pot termina asa, in gluma. Caterinca e pe http://stupiditynow.wordpress.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1648038598296532290?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1648038598296532290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1648038598296532290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1648038598296532290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1648038598296532290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/03/lady-whatever.html' title='Lady whatever.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-9193581471480689767</id><published>2011-03-02T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:54:24.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise of evil (+ new song)</title><content type='html'>Hello, bitches! (imi pare rau ca nu mai esti in liceu). N'am mai scris de vreo saptamana,dar, nu conteaza, right? Left. Asa, in ultimul timp am tot avut idei de scris pe blog, dar am fost prea obosit si prea somnful ca sa scriu. &lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca ma enerveaza oamenii care isi dau cu parerea despre orice. Se spune ca cei care vin din senin si isi dau cu parerea au dreptate or shit. Fals, sunt niste idioti notorii ale caror pareri eu nu vreau sa le stiu, pentru ca nu conteaza, ofc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt "anti-opinie" sau asa ceva, dar jeesh, suntem atat de diferiti si privim viata atat de diferit incat nu va exista never, ever cineva care sa aiba mereu dreptate, sau dreptate 100% intr-o privinta. De ce? Se cheama punct de vedere. Daca e gresit, you suck. Daca e corect, you suck candy. Oricum,partea naspa e atunci cand 2 puncte de vedere echivalent valabile se ciocnesc si se isca o discutie (cearta ofc) intre 2 persoane sau...ce e si mai intereseant, tabere. De multe ori se aduna oamenii aia de care ziceam mai sus, cu pareri corecte si se cearta cu ceilalti oameni cu pareri la fel de corecte. Stii boss, exista politicieni, filozofi, oameni culti, oameni umani care au dezbatut aceeasi problema de X ori. FFS, cum mai prind cate un mucos din asta care incearca sa'mi bage pe gat doctrina socialista, ca asa a vazut el la Realitatea Tv ca se poarta. Guvernul e evil, stiati? Tara nu are bani. Hmm.. nu's decat vreo 2 milioane de masini in orasul asta... saraci maica, saraci.&lt;br /&gt;Am deviat.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o nota mai dubioasa, ascultam azi Rise of Evil de la Sabaton si era soundtrackul perfect pentru starea in care ma aflam, era si frig, batea si vantul. Wtvr, am chef de razbunare, desi nu sunt genul. Ma rog, ma simt destul de aiurea in momentul asta si nu am o dispozitie extraordinara. Nu scriu de ce (pentru ca mi'e lene si n'am chef), dar mno...mi'a venit o idee pe care o nutream de mult, si anume sa dedic o mica parte a postului unei idei cu care o sa mi'i pun pe foarte multi/ indeosebi multe in cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta idee mi'a venit cand imi aminteam de generala si de tipele pe care nu le suportam. Incerc sa'mi dau seama de ce. Obviously, pentru ca erau toate la fel si pentru ca aveau o personalitate care se distingea ca un fir de iarba verde-inchis de pe gazonul stadionului Wembley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,este vorba despre piesa Epilog de la Vama Veche ( RIP Tudor Chirila). Am alergie la piesa aia, nu pentru ca ar fi o piesa naspa, ci pentru ca mereu am vazut ca e ascultata de cele mai nepotrivite persoane posibile.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu, piesa aia e despre dragoste, e despre...nu stiu, ceva ce creierasele lor nu pot intelege. Imi amintesc acu' 2 ani, in Vamaia, era o tipa cu o personalitate atat de draguta si atat de pura, ii curgea miere din nas inloc de muci. Era o roackerita calumea, stia 3 piese rock standard, dintre care una era epilog. Ea iubea, Matei nu (matei parca il chema pe tip). Ea traia viata folozofic si adanc, el bea. El stia sa cante la chitara, ea avea vagin. El era un chitarist banal care s'a ales cu un blowjob de la o tipa pe care o cunostea de 2 ore pentru ca stia sa cante Epilog.&lt;br /&gt;Tin minte ca mai era o tipa, Vanessa parca, care era tot asa, moarta dupa piesa. A 2-a zi dupa ce am plecat din bar, mi'a povestit un gagiu ca a facut un "menanj in trei" cu sensibila si cu inca un june.&lt;br /&gt;Aproximativ 90% dintre tipele pe care le'am cunoscut si ascultau Epilog erau niste tarfe comunale, mai mari decat prevede legea. De ce rahat nu asculta si ele Tilla Tequilla sau whatever, ceva de tarfa...de ce dracu trebuie sa pari ceva ce nu esti?&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu am inteles niciodata. De ce dracu' trebuie sa arati ca esti intelectual/ sensibil prin muzica pe care o asculti? Vezi marii ascultatori de Pink Floyd si Vama Veche.&lt;br /&gt;Repet, nu am nimic cu piesa, e chiar catchy si cat de cat draguta. Nu are nimic special, dar e ok. Insa...persoanele care se umecteaza in gura mare cand se aduce vorba de ea sunt, in mare parte curve/ curvi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, fara chestii idioate de genul " nu generaliza" sau " daca mie imi place Epilog sunt curva, nu?" Nu, nu esti. Daca pui intrebari cretine, esti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa, si am mai compus un cantec.  Nu am titlu inca, poate gasiti voi ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toughts are spinning round and round ya' head,&lt;br /&gt;Now straight forward-later you're missled&lt;br /&gt;Treason's face in raindrops shall descend&lt;br /&gt;Your cries succed the curse you now extend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't care, they're pushing you away&lt;br /&gt;Throwing debts they know you can't repay&lt;br /&gt;Using you and yet you chose to stay&lt;br /&gt;They're really only puppets made of clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, you will always be.&lt;br /&gt;What, they want you to be&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;Escape the prison that you're in now&lt;br /&gt;So much you could be&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are blind and you forget how&lt;br /&gt;To feel sanity&lt;br /&gt;Think you're living your worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Embrace your misery&lt;br /&gt;Blame yourself-you're getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't blame society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laugh and lie and you believe&lt;br /&gt;They take,they steal,they all decieve&lt;br /&gt;But now what more could they retrieve&lt;br /&gt;You're drained-got nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're full- no need to feed&lt;br /&gt;Just stand there and watch you bleed&lt;br /&gt;They won't lend the hand you need&lt;br /&gt;"We own your life- you may proceed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live-your manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Heart- begs for more temptation&lt;br /&gt;Mind-begs for segregation&lt;br /&gt;From your eyes! OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-9193581471480689767?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/9193581471480689767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=9193581471480689767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9193581471480689767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9193581471480689767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/03/rise-of-evil-new-song.html' title='Rise of evil (+ new song)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6302876548862705427</id><published>2011-02-18T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:29:17.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nimic.</title><content type='html'>Hmm...am re-ascultat o piesa Kamelot,mult prea geniala. Linie melodica,versuri,tot ce vrei si m'am gandit sa o pun pe blog. Ma gandesc ca piesa asta are o semnificatie aparte pentru mine, mi se pare ca'mi vorbeste despre trecut,despre putinul care a mai ramas din el in prezent si despre viitorul care nu a fost niciodata. Mi se pare epica,filozofica si geniala. &lt;br /&gt;In context si nu chiar : "When the Lights Are Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both seductions are completed. Mephisto gains control over Ariel's will, and Ariel's illusioned lust for Marguerite is consummated. The two sleep together. Afterward, Ariel's mind emerges from Mephisto's grip, and he realizes who he has slept with. He yearns for Helena, and, as his mind begins to recover, remembers her death, and the events leading up to it." &lt;br /&gt; Ce inseamna pentru mine piesa? Nimic. E pur si simplu epica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58azvyFmKrc"&gt;Kamelot-When the lights are down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules without exceptions last eternally&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make creates your destiny&lt;br /&gt;I've come to soak my sorrow in halo black&lt;br /&gt;As black as the seal on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause When the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;There's no more to say&lt;br /&gt;Love is the real pain&lt;br /&gt;An internal revolution in my minds&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your real name&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of the darkness we unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rules without exceptions last eternally&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make creates your destiny]&lt;br /&gt;What can protect me from the past&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I have done&lt;br /&gt;She told me and then she was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;There's no more to say&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Where the last of my delusions made a stand&lt;br /&gt;'cause When the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;She'll take me away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me her real name&lt;br /&gt;And in death we'll live the love we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come all ye faithful beneath the moon, beneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;Into the void as one&lt;br /&gt;Marching on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause When the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;There's no more to say&lt;br /&gt;Love is the real pain&lt;br /&gt;An internal revolution in my minds&lt;br /&gt;'cause When the lights are down&lt;br /&gt;She'll take me away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me her real name&lt;br /&gt;And in death we'll live the love we never had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6302876548862705427?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-826665546027508215</id><published>2011-02-09T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:50:42.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry of the convict</title><content type='html'>He-he shall not live&lt;br /&gt;He-he shall not die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between-he's trying to&lt;br /&gt;Escape-But don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Trapped,&lt;br /&gt;In the purgatory of confusion now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running-Always running,&lt;br /&gt;Fear-It's always here&lt;br /&gt;Cold-Out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Sold-Another soul&lt;br /&gt;Comndemned to roam the highlands of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-there is no end&lt;br /&gt;War- inside his head&lt;br /&gt;Crave-for paradise&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that his sun will never rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream for the convict&lt;br /&gt;Cry for the addict&lt;br /&gt;Tamed 'cos the chains are on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is going&lt;br /&gt;Further and further&lt;br /&gt;No one can help him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How-could he believe&lt;br /&gt;When sin-sin after sin&lt;br /&gt;Were going on and on surrounding him&lt;br /&gt;Afraid-of life's revenge&lt;br /&gt;To late&lt;br /&gt;For him to stop his falling off the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now-in a quiet place&lt;br /&gt;Can't-can't join the chase&lt;br /&gt;And tears&lt;br /&gt;Are the only thing that's moving on his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying his present&lt;br /&gt;Haunting his past&lt;br /&gt;Destroying the future&lt;br /&gt;Ghost in this land&lt;br /&gt;Letters in sand&lt;br /&gt;Future he never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't move&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't prove&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;Dragged into hell&lt;br /&gt;Released from the spell-OF WAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tear was shred&lt;br /&gt;The war in his head&lt;br /&gt;He finally joined the dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-826665546027508215?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/826665546027508215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=826665546027508215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/826665546027508215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/826665546027508215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/02/cry-of-convict.html' title='Cry of the convict'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-3176827393922779810</id><published>2011-02-07T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:00:04.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Janitor Tribute!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so,am fost intrebat de multe persoane care e personajul meu preferat din Scrubs.La inceput am crezut ca e Dr.Cox,pentru ironiile lui geniale,apoi am zis ca e Ted,pentru patetismul lui super amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final,m-am decis.&lt;br /&gt;Personajul meu preferat este clar,The Janitor.Cel mai epic,sick si imaginativ personaj.&lt;br /&gt;Un tip care inventeza diferite lucruri (povesti despre familia lui dubioasa,gadgeturi imposibile, glume in care foloseste supranaturalul).E un tip dubios,dar simpatic,de neinteles,dar epic.Are o imaginatie debordanta si scoate niste aberatii incredibile.&lt;br /&gt;La inceput am zis ca el e ca Poenaru,dar nu e asa,The Todd e ca poenarul(dar asta intr-un post viitor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off,chiar nu stiu ce sa zic...sunt 8 sezoane in care a facut sute de glume,care mai de care mai funny,deci,o sa las wikipedia sa dea cateva detalii despre el.Cred ca e singura chestie de pe Wikipedia care are asemenea detalii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First appearance : "My First Day"&lt;br /&gt;Last appearance : "Our First Day of School"&lt;br /&gt;Created by : Bill Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;Portrayed by:  Neil Flynn&lt;br /&gt;Information:&lt;br /&gt;Aliases:  Dr. Ján Ĩtor&lt;br /&gt;Nigel&lt;br /&gt;Ephraim&lt;br /&gt;Klaus&lt;br /&gt;Glen Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Gender:  Male&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:  Janitor&lt;br /&gt;Family : Father (potentially not his real father; said to be his "Brother-Father")&lt;br /&gt;Mother (real and seen in a flashback; potentially not real mother due to "Sister-Mom" explanation)&lt;br /&gt;Spouse(s):  Unknown wife said to have a total of 3 fingers, a "pointer" on one hand and "thumb, pinky" on the other&lt;br /&gt;Ladania "Lady" Williams&lt;br /&gt;Children : Unnamed child with Jill(Chinese local,not known if true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,daca e,scrieti "the janitor" pe wiki si cititi una-alta despre el.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,cel mai bine ar fi sa urmariti serialul...e bestial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si,ca sa inchei,faza mea preferata este aia in care Bob Kelso,seful spitalului este plecat si Janitor ii i-a locul.&lt;br /&gt;Dar,desigur,si faza in care Janitor se imbraca in halat,se duce la niste pusti,le vorbeste despre o amputare si apoi se prezinta ca Doctor Jan Itor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SEmrZXEewI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s the video...watch it dudes,merita.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3176827393922779810?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3176827393922779810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=3176827393922779810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3176827393922779810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3176827393922779810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/02/janitor-tribute.html' title='The Janitor Tribute!'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1807301127904608704</id><published>2011-01-31T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:59:10.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peste drum si prin padure</title><content type='html'>Good morning oameni,e 2:31...god,I missed that.In ultima vreme s-a tot vorbit despre viitorul meu si bla bla,parinti,chestii.&lt;br /&gt;M'am hotarat ce m'a fac in viata.Se spune ca atunci cand esti mic ai vise dubioase despre ce o sa devi cand cresi si iti da mustata.Eu voiam sa fiu cioban sau mecanic de tren.Se spune ca visele alea nu se implinesc.Fals.Cioban sunt oricum,cat despre mecanic de tren...voi improviza.M'am hotarat sa devin locomotiva.Da! Locomotiva. (Animal de tractat suna dubios).&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie de sine,nu consum mult (un mc puisor si niste cartofi si duc bine cativa km).&lt;br /&gt;Confuzi? Si eu.Ca sa explic:&lt;br /&gt;Acu' vreo 2 zile am fost cu Mada in Carrefour Panseluta ca sa cautam una-alta,dupa o dimineata cam dubioasa.Am fost in diferite labirinturi ( a se citi "magazine de haine"),unde Mada si'a pus la lucru pelerina invizibila si s'a tot ascuns de mine printre diferite raioane,rafturi and stuff.Ma simteam ca Filtch, din HP,asa evil (bleeah!).Oricum,dupa cateva hide and seekuri foarte funny si epice,in care ea mai scotea capul dupa cate un raion sa vada daca vin si apoi,dupa ce o vedeam,se baga la loc ca o...cartita,am mers la mec sa ma incarc.&lt;br /&gt;In limita bugetului,ne'am luat 2 mc puisori si niste cartofi prajiti,pe care i'am cam devorat...putin. &lt;br /&gt;Apoi,ca intr-un veritabil film romantic mi s-a pus intrebarea "auzi dude....tu ma iubeeesti?".&lt;br /&gt;"oh,doamne...asta nu poate sa fie bine" imi spuneam eu in mintea mea incetosata de la aburii hornului de locomotiva.&lt;br /&gt;Si...uite asa...peste 10 minute eram afara,cu o tigara ceruta in mana,in cautarea unui carucior (vagon) pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Dap,trebuia sa o plimb cu caruciorul de la Carrefour...si inca nu'mi vine sa cred ca m'a convins sa fac asta.Nimic nu putea fi mai minunat,ea ma iubea,doar noi doi,un carucior si...ceilalti 150 de oameni din jur.Am zis "nimic"? Pardon,ma suna poenarul,ca sa'mi cante ceva cantec haiducesc despre vin si chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Ah,super...eram eu,ea,un carucior,o droaie de oameni si o serenada poenarica.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa 10 minute de cantat m'a trezesc cu un "hai,papa,lasa-ma ca ma deranjezi,ascult muzica".&lt;br /&gt;Ok,bun..si uite asa m'am transformat eu din locomotiva in locomotiva part-time,pentru ca Mada a avut un moment in care se comporta ca un copil (lasand la o parte ca era foarte cute) si ma ruga sa'i cumpar chestii si eu ii ziceam ca n'am bani.Glume cu bautura si taxiuri au urmat,hmm?.&lt;br /&gt;Facand slalom printre staff-ul de la Carrefour cu o...little girl in carucior,cu tot felul de priviri aruncate inspre mine (ca si cum eu as fi fost dus cu pluta sau ceva),ajungem in parcare,unde bagam sprint printre masini,prin zapezi,all the way to the "carucior" spot,unde...cu talentul si virtutea lui Bada,ne'am facut si de 50 de bani.:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o zi geniala,cu de toate,care mi-a placut super mult...si...as mai vrea.:)&lt;br /&gt;Concluzii: "ai mers prea incet"...AAAAAAAAAAA X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urmatoarea zi am dormit la Papy si ne'au uitat la tot felul de chestii si am ras super mult.&lt;br /&gt;Conversatii:&lt;br /&gt;"De ce nu'ti pui un internet mai rapid? Stai la bloc,ai acolo super viteza"&lt;br /&gt;"ah..pentru ca..."&lt;br /&gt;"nu e un raspuns"&lt;br /&gt;"pai ca le e lene alor mei!"&lt;br /&gt;"de ce le e lene?"&lt;br /&gt;"nu stiu,habar nu am...chiar vrei sa vorbim despre asta?"&lt;br /&gt;"hai ma,minti,zi de ce nu'ti pui net.Raspunde.Uite,eu nu am nici o problema sa raspund la o intrebare"&lt;br /&gt;"coaie,ti'am zis...plus ca nu am chef acum"&lt;br /&gt;"not an answer"&lt;br /&gt;"ok,how many times have you had sex in the last year?"&lt;br /&gt;" *pauza*"&lt;br /&gt;"uite..echivalentul!"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"male doesn't count"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"no animals"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"no family"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"no objects"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"no dead people"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"no infants"&lt;br /&gt;"once"&lt;br /&gt;"you're lying"&lt;br /&gt;"yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fucking mornin' everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1807301127904608704?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1807301127904608704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1807301127904608704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1807301127904608704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1807301127904608704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/peste-drum-si-prin-padure.html' title='Peste drum si prin padure'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-505127283765554415</id><published>2011-01-24T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:16:22.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When two worlds collide ( Bonatiu si Batani,oda adusa monstrilor sacrii)</title><content type='html'>Acest post este un omagiu.Este o scriptura adusa tribut monstrilor sacrii cu care am fost binecuvantat a imparti spatiul clasei.Am ramas fara capre,oi,vaci ca sa dau inspre a fi sacrificate,mai ales ca Iancu...parol,AXEL (ffs!),ne'a dat ultima farama de mancare (un sandvich) tribut lui Batani.&lt;br /&gt;Acum,despre Zeus si Jupiter,despre Luke si Aragorn,despre Gomez si Lurch,despre frumosul si bestiul,despre Indiana Jones si Harry Potter,despre...ma opresc,caci aceste comparatii sunt in van.Mesia 1 si Mesia 2 (numerele nu reprezinta o ordine),daca cititi,sa stiti ca ideea a fost a lui...amm...*se abtine sa nu rada*...Axel,asa ca daca vreti sa crucificati,injunghiati,dezmembrati,trimiteti in alta dimensiune pe cineva,pe el sa va aplicati pedeapsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,imi tremura degetele cand scriu,alea de la picioare,pe cele de la maini le'am pus intr-un borcan,pentru zile negre.Va intrebati probabil cum pot sa scriu.Simplu,ma gandesc la cele doua entitati si butoanele se misca singure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,Mesia 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad Bonatiu Dan Augustus Horatio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;Numele lui provine din greaca veche "bonatio",adica,"plecati'va".Prenumele lui,Vlad,este un nume comun,servind la impresia ca este pamantean.Minciuna sfruntata,demolata practic de "augustus",un nume de fost imparat roman,insa,ce nu stie lumea,e ca intre imparatul roman si colegul meu de clasa nu exista nici o diferenta.I'a dat mustata,atata tot.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final,ajungem la "Horatio"-s.n. horati-o,-orum,-ae,ce inseamna "luminatul",nume dat de doamna Petreanu,in timpul orei de CCE,in momentul in care Horatio lua o muscatura "out of this fucking world" dintr-un sandvich de la Snack Attack'ul din Valhala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascut in 1542772669 B.C.,in rai (actualmente Detroit),si'a inceput viata sugand apa pura din sfarcurile norilor si ale lui doamne-doamne.Primele sale cuvinte au fost " Alea iacta est",la un joc de zaruri cu sfantul Petru.Prima carte citita a fost cartea pierduta,nescrisa a lui Asimov.Prntre cele mai de seama opere amintim:&lt;br /&gt;-Razboi si pace,Ab urbe conditae,Catilinarele,albumul Master of Puppets,simfonia a 9-a,tratatul de la Versaiiles,muntele Rushmore,Star Wars,2001-odiseea spatiala,conceperea lui Iisus cu o vecina,albumul Back in black (compus dupa intoarcerea din razboaiele cu Hannibal,unde,dupa victoriile glorioase,s-a bronzat un pic mai mult),ca tot vorbeam de hannibal,a oferit inspiratie pentru "tacerea mieilor",crearea emisferei sudice a pamantului si "retete de vaca,pui si porc-tratat de bucatarie pentru mama,fiu si tata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CV:-prezent in toate momentele importante ale istoriei&lt;br /&gt;   -capitan al Millenium Falcon intre 1965-1974&lt;br /&gt;   -dumnezeu cu jumatate de norma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilitati:-Transforma apa in vin,aduce ploaia la el in camera,numara toate stelele intr-o ora si jumatate,cuvantul lui este porunca,controleaza mintile celor din jur,tine discursuri in baie unei populatii de spiridusi ce traiesc in spatele oglinzii,el nu cade din pat,ci se pogoara din cer,nu crede in dumnezeu pentru ca acesta nu si'a platit datoria,este monogam pana in panzele albe,desi oate parcurge barierele spatiu-timp cand vrea,nu isi poate vizita prietena din America,pentru ca vrea sa vada cat timp poate rezista fara el,astfel gasind o muritoare demna de pus la incercare,este nemuritor si sta la sprituri cu maestrul Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slava tie stea curata! Ave Horatio,ave republicae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,maestrul,cel-ce-nu-trebuie-numit,rancorul,colosul,titanul,zeul si nu in ultimul rand,curatul....BATzANI!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce'i cititi numele,ascudeti'va sub birou.He's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nume complet: Batani.&lt;br /&gt;Nume incomplet: Batani Alexander the grape Zeus&lt;br /&gt;Nume official: Unknown,poate lua ce nume sau infatisare doreste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cv:-S'a nascut odata cu timpul.A inflorit precum prima floare ce'si dezvirgineaza petalele pentru prima data,in prima zi a primei primaveri din istorie.&lt;br /&gt;Citam din Silmarilion (J.R.R. Tolkien sau "biblia dupa batani") urmatoarele :&lt;br /&gt;"Si a fost Eru,Unul,numit Iluvatar (aici,lui Tolkien ii era frica sa'i spuna numele adevarat) in Arda; si mai intai i-a facut pe Ainuri (si shaorma),cei Sfinti,vlastare ale gandului sau,si ei au fost cu el inainte sa fi luat fiinta orice altceva.[...] &lt;br /&gt;Si iata ca s-a intamplat ca Iluvatar sa-i cheme la sine e toti ainurii si sa le infatiseze un motiv cu adevarat maret,dezvaluindu'le lucruri mai mari si mai mununate decat le marturisise pana atunci; si gloria inceutului si splendoarea sfarsitului i-a inmarmurit pe ainuri (printre care si d-zeu),facandu-i sa se inchine amutiti in fata lui Iluvatar.&lt;br /&gt;Iluvatar le'a spus atunci:&lt;br /&gt;"bai bulangiilor..." Parol,am citit gresit. Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;"Din tema aceasta pe care v-am infatisat-o,vreau sa'mi faceti toti un cant armonios,o muzica mareata" Inchei citatul. (Silmarilion,cap 1 "muzica ainurilor",pg 1") &lt;br /&gt;Si asa s'a nascut muzica si heavy metalul,dar si insasi existenta de care ne bucuram acum cu totii.Iti multumim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilitati/activitati :- Poate vedea prin pereti cu nasul,dupa ore merge si sperie satenii,rapeste printese care oricum ar vrea sa faca sex cu el,se afla subt casca&lt;br /&gt; lui Darth Vader,este nemuritor,nu este prezent la ore,ci este omniprezent,el nu doarme,ci pur si simlu stinge putin soarele cand isi inchide ochii,este indestructibil,este iron man-hulk-lurch-batman-superman-spiderman-catwoman-man-woman in fiecare miercuri de la orele 9 la orele 14,cand ragaie provoaca cutremure,nu manaca,ci absoarbe materie,nu flegmeaza,ci da putin din raul lumii la o parte,tine pamantul pe umeri,trage cu lasere din sfarcuri,ejaculeaza bombe atomice,se caca pietre (filozofale ofc),este frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,acum,ca am terminat cu aceasta oda,adresata lui Bonatiu si lui Batani,acesti B.B.Kings ai tuturor timpurilor,ma voi duce sa ma ascund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las toate lucrurile mele....lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "Dan" si "zeus" pentru ca asa le'a zis Gava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPs: Daca mai aveti cateva date de adaugat,pentru ca stiu ca e o lista enorma,sunteti liberi sa o faceti intr-un comentariu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPs: pentru detalii cu privire la trimiterea animalelor dumeavoastra spre a fi sacrificate,contactati'ne la nr de tel 0745013186,iar sotia mea va fi mai mult decat bucuroasa sa va auda cererile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAFTA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-505127283765554415?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/505127283765554415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=505127283765554415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/505127283765554415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/505127283765554415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-two-worlds-collide-bonatiu-si.html' title='When two worlds collide ( Bonatiu si Batani,oda adusa monstrilor sacrii)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1870554738835117556</id><published>2011-01-22T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:43:23.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this life</title><content type='html'>Hello,wow,de data asta am exagerat cu ne-scrisul pe blog.Lene? Hmm..nu chiar,mai mult oboseala.Ce sa zic,in ultimele 2-3 saptamani m'am tot schimbat.Am trecut prin tot felul de momente,unele geniale,iar altele...ei bine,liceale.&lt;br /&gt;Adica,m'am schimbat in bine.Am devenit mai organizat,mai putin lenes,am dormit prea putin,am ascultat Justin Bieber ( &lt;34life )si mi'am dat seama de multe lucruri,despre mine,despre lume,despre viata in general.&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca m'am maturizat,chiar prea dintr-o data si parca...bursc,iar ceilalti nu se pot obisnui inca cu mine asa cum sunt acum.&lt;br /&gt;Cum zicea Yoda "Easy is the way to dark side,harder the one of the light,but the right one it is not,hmm".&lt;br /&gt;Eh,doar ma stiti pe mine,organizat si rapid.Imi amintesc ca aveam propriul fus orar.2 era dimineata si noaptea incepea la 8:am.Hehe,acuma 9 seara = 9 seara.&lt;br /&gt;Liceul e un monstru,care se hraneste cu dorintele si asteptarile noastre.Se foloseste de faptul ca vrei sa faci ceva mai departe si iti ia tot.Timpul,spiritul salbatic ti'l imblanzeste,te transforma intr-o figura fara sentimente pentru care nu mai conteaza nimic altceva decat liceul,cand vine liceul,orice altceva dispare,este liceul si atat! Am  ajuns sa'l urasc.Eu,care iubeam Cara si mergeam pana in panzele albe ca e "za best".E o pula,nici macar nu'mi amintesc ultima data cand am qiulit pe bune.Cum faceam intr'a 9-a,qiuleam de la primele ore si bagam o cafea si eventual o votca in Corin...acum...8 dimineata,liceul,gri,rahat,plictiseala,frig.E o pula! Unde cacat imi e libertatea de care eram asa mandru? Candva spuneam ca muzica rock este despre a fii tu insuti si despre a face mereu cea ce crezi de cuvinta si de a nu face nimic impotriva vointei tale.Ah...parca fac prea mult ce trebuie si prea putin ce vreau cu adevarat.Ce vreau cu adevarat sa fac? E simplu.Sa gasesc o cale de mijloc.Sa nu ma las subjugat de corectitudinea ceruta,sa nu fiu o marioneta.Vreau sa fac ce trebuie,dar vreau sa fac si ce vreau.Vreau sa merg repede cand trebuie,dar nu atunci cand nu e necesar.Vreau sa ma opresc putin din fuga,sa merg 5 secunde incet si sa iau o gura de aer,sa vad un zambet si apoi sa merg mai departe fara regrete.&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca pot sa fac ce trebuie in majoritatea timpului cu conditia ca din cand in cand...sa am si ce vreau.Iar ce vreau eu,liceul,in toata splendoarea lui,nu'mi poate oferi.De ce? Pentru ca are nevoie de mine mai putin ca om si mai mult ca cifra.Iar cifra mea arata asa " _i_ ",pofta buna! Iti dau tot ce pot,dar sa nu te prind ca ceri mai mult,javra! Pentru ca daca imi iei ceva din insasi fiinta mea,vor fi probleme si vei vedea,ca din nou voi fi alunecos si tot nu o sa ma prinzi.&lt;br /&gt;Si,in continuare voi face ce trebuie ca sa iti fac vaginul ud,curva ordinara,dar o fac in scarba. In scarba de tine,in scarba de ce esti,in scarba de cea ce ai nevoie sa fiu,in scarba de ce oferi in schimb si in scarba de modul in care m'ai tratat pana acum,chiar daca am facut ce trebuie.Tu esti seful,temporar,dar un singur lucru sa stii,cum iti vei intoarce spatele si cum vei adormi,eu,ala adevarat pe care tu il urasti voi trai la maxim.Exista o diferenta intra maturizare si indoctrinare.&lt;br /&gt;Voiam sa clarificam niste lucruri,bafta!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,ca am terminat cu curva (cacofonie,boss),sa trecem la lucruri MAI IMPORTANTE. (da,exista,si stiu ca nu'ti convine,bici!)&lt;br /&gt;Am facut astazi 10 luni cu Mada si a fost foarte foarte foarte genial.Era exact ce aveam nevoie dupa atata tevatura mohorata.Jur,nu exista un medicament mai bun decat un pic de quality time doar cu ea.Astazi ne'am uitat de Lord of the rings si Despicable Me,a caror durata insumata a fost cat Rime of the ancient marriner de la Maiden.Thank you for a wonderful time dude.:)&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,despre mine.Fata mea are felurite forme mai nou.Am o gama larga de mutre pe care le fac/imi sunt facute si le afisez cu mandrie.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt dublura lui Justin Bieber,pe sistem poenaric.Voi infiinta cinematograf la unirii,ca lipseste si nu'mi place asa.Am fost gadilat si aberez.Parca sunt beat si nu stiu ce sa ma zic,parca sunt beat de fericire.Parca e un efect al unui drog ce'mi e administrat si ma face sa ma simt minunat.Nu exista nimic mai important si mai frumos decat sa fi happy,cu tine insuti,cu ce se petrece in jurul tau.Si chiar daca lumea e gri si de rahat cateodata si simti ca te scufunzi in rahat,exista cineva care te va scoate,trebuie doar sa strigi si persoana aia nu va ezita.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca,fuck off,Ionie is happy and nothing ,and I said NOTHING ,can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take this life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here,&lt;br /&gt;Stay a while and breathe me in"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1870554738835117556?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1870554738835117556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1870554738835117556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1870554738835117556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1870554738835117556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-this-life.html' title='Take this life'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5785429476065111766</id><published>2011-01-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:55:48.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un bilet la chestia aia cu chiftele</title><content type='html'>Haha,astazi a fost o zi destul de foarte dragta,pentru ca in sfarsit am iesit la un film,care,spre surpinderea mea, a fost chiar funny si a fost chiar ok.Am fost la "sta sa ploua cu chiftele" si,in toata disperarea mea dupa...nu stiu...ceva...i'am zis casieritei "buna ziua,vreau si eu un bilet la chestia aia cu chiftele".Am facut ture intre Mc si Carturesti si am savurat o cafea + ceva cappucino. Una peste alta,a fost foarte ok si mai vreau.Da,mai vreau.Pot sa fiu condamnat? Nu,pentru ca e mult prean genial.Dupa film si covrigi/ chipsuri eu cu poe ne'am hotarat sa mergem la Paps.&lt;br /&gt;"nab,vezi ca sunt cu poenarul,venim pe la tine"&lt;br /&gt;"nu man,n'am chef"&lt;br /&gt;"nu a fost o intrebare"&lt;br /&gt;Si iata'ne la Paps,cu un whiskey si cu o pizza oferita de mama lui Paps,cu Scrubs ruland pe PC si cu ranjetul la maxim. Am inventat cateva noi hi5-uri cu pocnit din degete afterwards,The Todd style:)).&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am mai stat de vorba un pic,ne'am tirat spre Tonka,ca sa o luam pe Mada si am dus-o pana acasa.Andrei a fost foarte generos,mi'a facut deja cadoul de ziua mea de nume,scumpul de el.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,a fost o zi foarte draguta si acum,desi am o stare de somnolenta,parca nu imi vine sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXGrx75Drvk"&gt;Faza din Scrubs care cred ca ma reprezinta intr-un fel :))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5785429476065111766?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5785429476065111766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5785429476065111766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5785429476065111766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5785429476065111766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-bilet-la-chestia-aia-cu-chiftele.html' title='un bilet la chestia aia cu chiftele'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8603293339713404060</id><published>2011-01-03T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:04:06.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubs</title><content type='html'>In ultimele cateva saptamani mi-am pierdut o parte semnificativa din viata uitandu-ma la Scrubs.Scrubs a devenit serialul meu preferat,pentru umorul din el,pentru momentele dramatice,dragute si,bineinteles,pentru Janitor,care este Poenarul serialului.&lt;br /&gt;So,de acum incolo,o sa pun la sfrasitul posturilor un mic filmulet din scrubs,cu ce consider eu a fi "za best moment in the episode",so...here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa uploadez pe youtube,pt ca blogger-video suge grav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd2XYLjZz44"&gt;Ted asking for a date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8603293339713404060?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8603293339713404060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8603293339713404060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8603293339713404060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8603293339713404060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrubs.html' title='Scrubs'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-3726529972514341603</id><published>2011-01-01T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:49:36.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God rest ye merry gentlemen</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back? Deci,au trecut si craciunul si revul si...hmm...craciunul a fost cu familia si a fost destul de ok.Am primit cadouri bestiale,din care amintim : Heaven and hell-live @radio city music hall,Big 4 live @ Sofia,InFlames-Come clarity,tricou Final Frontier,manusi ca sa'l bat pe Andrei cu zapada,Lene complete set (tastatura + mouse wireless) si boxe care nu mai sunt posedate de diavol si si si o stea&lt; 3.&lt;br /&gt;So,dupa un craciun destul de frumos,cu anumite elemente lipsa,dar frumos,a venit un rev full option @ Poe's house.La organizare a fost stress si ai mei au fost destul de draguti cat sa pregateasca una-alta pentru party.Ieri,ziua cea mare,incepe ciudat,cu o somnolenta persistenta si continua cu un du'te-vino prin oras in care am zis ca'mi iau zilele.Defapt,am zis ca'mi iau zilele la mai multe faze de ieri,dar,cine nu are oameni calmi,cu cap,sa'si cumpere?!.Ieri,am luat-o la inceput pe ulei binisor,dar m'am oprit cand am vazut ca nu mai pot si bine am facut.Fireworks,party,Papy cu declaratii de dragoste,had lots of fun.Revu pot sa spun ca a avut de toate,a avut distractie,a avut conversatii ok,a avut momente geniale si pentru mine,a fost o noapte magica,pe care nu o s'o uit prea curand.&lt;br /&gt;M'am simtit extraordinar de bine,mai vreau,mi'a placut si,spre deosebire de craciun,revul a avut de toate.Daca ar fi lipsit "elementul X",nu ar mai fi fost cine stie ce,thank you so much,you don't know how much I appreciate everything you did.:)&lt;br /&gt;Acum,o sa ma bag sa dorm,si o sa o fac cu cel mai retardat zambet de care sunt capabil.&lt;br /&gt;2011? Sure! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3726529972514341603?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3726529972514341603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=3726529972514341603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3726529972514341603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3726529972514341603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-rest-ye-merry-gentlemen.html' title='God rest ye merry gentlemen'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-4436288856119955744</id><published>2010-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:46:02.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somnless si top 15 "cei mai bazati solisti de rock/metal"</title><content type='html'>Deci,ma plictisesc si nu pot sa dorm.Am invatat la engleza pana acum si am jucat un pic de Heroes + m-am uitat la ceva Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;Sa incepem si sa terminam cu astazi,ok?&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost o zi care a inceput darkish,pentru ca mi se inchideau ochii de somn si pentru ca nu puteam sa ma misc(sleepless night).O dimineata ploioasa pe Sound of Silence de Simon and Garfunkel,hmm...pseudo-relaxing zic eu.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la liceu fara sa intarzii pentru prima data dupa nu stiu cat timp.La liceu ma astepta o Mada nepermis de hyper pentru ora 9 noaptea,topaitoare,vesela,funny,asa cum o stiu:).Pacat ca singurele mele reactii au fost 2-3 glume expirate si almost cazutul din picioare,dar nu'i bai.&lt;br /&gt;Au urmat Latina si mandrele (2 ore de franca) in care am ascultat muzica cu domnu' Axel (ii fac o data pe plac si ii zic asa) si ne prefaceam ca suntem Dickinson si Dio,dar ajungem si acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am vazut-o pe profa de franca m-am trezit instant,mai alex ca mi'am amintit de replica lui Axel (?!) de acu' ceva timp "numai limbi in pizda i'as da".Cafeaua e overrated,va zic eu.&lt;br /&gt;Pauza urmatoare nu mai aveam stare si probabil ma comportam ca un maimutoi pe aragaz,dar who cares (well,I do,but nvm),i had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;La romana am luat toti absenta din cauza lui...nici nu'i mai pronunt numele ala cretin.(daca citesti,te provoc sa canti Scorpions-Big city nights cu parul pubian)&lt;br /&gt;Asa,dupa ore m'am dus cu Mada in AlcoHole si mi'a ghicit viitorul intr-un mod nonconformist si genial.&lt;br /&gt;"hmm,ce bricheta draguta" spunea ea.Deja suspectam ce avea sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;*peste 10 min*&lt;br /&gt;"imi dai si bricheta?:)"&lt;br /&gt;"nu:)"&lt;br /&gt;"bine:)"&lt;br /&gt;Eram sigur pe mine,spusese mai devreme ca nu'i place pentru ca se apasa greu.Si uite asa mergeam eu cu speranta ca o sa am bricheta totusi.De unde? Au aparut 3 happy friends strigand "bricheta lui Ionut vrem" si,ofc,am ramas fara....serios,cum reusesti?:))&lt;br /&gt;Apoi,pe paris m'a speriat un caine urias,pe bune...era cat un om.Amm....ok,era mic si invizibil,dar hei,mi'am luat o bricheta verde,cu lanternuta.&lt;br /&gt;Am tinut-o 5 minute si m'am trezit cu o bricheta verde,fara lanternuta.Ce s-o fi intamplat? :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,oricum,am avut o zi super ok si foarte cute.Thx dude:)&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,acum,za big one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 15 SOLISTI ROCK/METAL (preferintele mele,clar?) Am pus si cate un exemplu de piesa in care am crezut eu ca vocea lor este valorificata la maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-Uvy7CBs2M"&gt;Joe Elliott (Def Leppard)&lt;/a&gt;- Tare om,si'a cam pierdut din voce,dar...hei,merita ascultat de oricine are o doza de romanta in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBTOGVb_cQg"&gt;Steve Tyler (Aerosmith)&lt;/a&gt;-Hai,ca nu aveti cum sa nu'l stiti pe "Guri".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ui0BtEvdy0Q"&gt;Bon Jovi(idem)&lt;/a&gt;-Bai,tot respectul pentru om,o voce mereu calumea,chiar daca multi ati zice ca e prea "mainstream",mie imi place de om si are cantece destul de diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1TUlNZd10s"&gt;David Coverdale (Whitesnake,Deep Purple)&lt;/a&gt; -Este un fel de Cristi Minculescu al UK-ului.Un tip cu o voce bestiala,care a facut  rockotecile sa rasune mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkvreTJ9eXA"&gt;Ian Gillan (Deep purple)&lt;/a&gt;-Un tip care nu s'a lasat nicioadata si care in vremurile bune avea niste screamuri de ti se ridica parul de pe picioare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr-jiphHkTg"&gt;Klaus Meine (Scorpions)&lt;/a&gt;-O voce inaltatoare,jur ca omul nu si'a schimbat deloc vocea in 30 de ani si este in continuare bestial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2wzpfPFBlw"&gt;Eob Halford (Judas Priest)&lt;/a&gt;-HAHAHA,da ma,uite un gay.Dar ce voce poate sa aiba omul.Screamuri ca ale lui nu are nimeni.Metal pur sange si no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pK1vhT2UWus"&gt;Ozzy Osbourne(Black Sabbath)&lt;/a&gt;-Acutal king of metal.Tipicul omului care isi face cariera din nimic si care (cred eu) a trecut prin cele mai mari greutati.Voce incomparabila care il tine si acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UEVyIyibD8"&gt;Jim Morrison ( The Doors)&lt;/a&gt;-Sex drugs and rock'n'roll.Voce chill,psychedelica si 100% unica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6nubiShBIQ"&gt;Tobias Sammet/Jorn Lande&lt;/a&gt; (Edguy,Masterplan si AVANTASIA)-Astia 2 fac cat altii 20.Voci care se completeaza si voci care iti fac inima sa intre intr-o frenezie continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOvQW_yky7A"&gt;Bon Scott (ac/dc)&lt;/a&gt;-Adevarata voce ac/dc,care o sa dainuiasca mereu.Un fat-o-fil de prima mana cu o voce care a facut ravagii din 70 pana in 79,cand,din pacate,a murit.RIP si tot respectul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3edKoe210g4"&gt;Roy Khan(Kamelot)&lt;/a&gt;-WOW,deci....nici nu stiu ce sa zic de tipul asta.Primii 3 ani a facut opera,apoi,a facut "opere" cu fiecare piesa Kamelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeisaeyJhTk"&gt;Michael Kiske (Helloween)&lt;/a&gt;-Ca si capabilitati ii bate la fund pe ceilalti.O voce care merge la 4 octave diferite si care l'a tinut pana in ziua de azi,desi omul a preferat sa nu se lege de scena metal.Albumele cu Helloween (Keeper of the seven keys I &amp;II) il fac legenda.Cred ca balada "A tale that wasn't right" o sa arate despre ce vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_UZiO_l2t8"&gt;Bruce Dickinson (Iron Maiden)&lt;/a&gt;-Ce sa zic,e zeu.Nu e un solist bun,e zeu.Voce incomparabila care te lasa fara cuvinte mereu si mereu.Conservata perfect,sonorizata perfect si....eh,nici nus stiu ce sa zic.AVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-KyQ0EMJ3M"&gt;Ronnie James DIO (Rainbow,Black Sabbath,DIO)&lt;/a&gt;-Fara discutie,cel mai bun.Taticul lor in ce priveste metalul,autor al " \m/ "-ului. Nu gasesti piesa studio sau live in care sa nu fie la inaltime.O voce magica.No more words,just music.RIP man,you were the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-4436288856119955744?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4436288856119955744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=4436288856119955744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/4436288856119955744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/4436288856119955744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/somnless-si-top-15-cei-mai-bazati.html' title='Somnless si top 15 &quot;cei mai bazati solisti de rock/metal&quot;'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1219793843484752422</id><published>2010-12-11T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:25:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger than fiction</title><content type='html'>Hello cititori,hello bitches (daca citesti),hello everyone.Jesus' b-day is coming soon,well,not really,wait a minute...this holiday is about Coca Cola mascots and money,deci,reformulez.Dear jews,veti primi 8 cadouri,iar noi,aia care credem in Coca Cola vom primi doar unul.Eu unul,sunt mai bun in perioada asta a anului si presupun ca asta ma achita de "christmas spirit" suff.Da,voi lua cadouri pentru lume.2-3 mai scumpe si restul la plesneala sau satira.&lt;br /&gt;Subiectul "Craciun" este inchis.&lt;br /&gt;Frumos Decembrie,nu? Destul de,avand in vedere ca o zi e zapada si in urmatoarea e soare si cald.Multumesti pe toata lumea bai Batani(nascut,si nu facut).&lt;br /&gt;Asa,bai,toate "merge" bine.Eu sunt bine mersi,la mine in camera,dupa un party foarte chill si foarte ok,in care am facut o piesa bazata rau de tot.O sa o pun daca "Mr.Net" va fi de acord.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost o zi geniala,da frate,"geniala",daca ziua asta ar fi fost om,ar fi luat premiul nobel pentru "awesomness".&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic,am crescut mult in ultima vreme.Parca am o groaza de incredere in mine,in unii-altii,in tot.Parca e cald mereu.Am o senzatie de "semineu" si cacao fierbinte in camera,si nu pentru ca fumez sau pentru ca e craciunul,pur si simplu am.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu frate,parca sunt mai bun ca inainte,parca vad lucrurile altfel,parca totul capata mai mult sens si parca maturitatea incepe sa prinda contur.&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca pot escalada munti,ca pot inota peste mari,ca pot merge cu autobuzul,ca singurul om care imi poate face ceva este alter-egoul meu Elmer Fudd (wiki it daca e).&lt;br /&gt;Mnaaah,mi-e somn.Mai scriu si maine/poimaine.&lt;br /&gt;Good night region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: "Mr.Net" a fost de acord :) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6MjcPioE-A"&gt;Piesa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1219793843484752422?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1219793843484752422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1219793843484752422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1219793843484752422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1219793843484752422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger than fiction'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5500982566856550714</id><published>2010-12-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:22:02.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lene,begone!</title><content type='html'>Asa,hello my firends,dupa mult,mult timp (mai exact vreo 2 saptamani) scriu iarasi aici,pe ziarul nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;Deci,ce-am mai facut in astea 2 saptamani? Pai,stiu ca s-au intamplat o gramada,stiu ca voiam sa scriu mereu,dar eram prea obosit si aveam alte treburi.&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand,mi-am tras pc nou si smehcer,urmeaza promised netul si apoi cine stie? Poate,poate niste tobe sau....altceva!? Multimirile de rigioare domnului Geo,care m-a ajutat cu pcul si m-a lasat sa downloadez 46 Gb de la el,nu ca Poenaru."Vrei un film? ai 15 lei? Nu? Atunci nu se poate".&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of the devil,a fost ziua lui de nume (sf andrei) si m-a chemat la munte.Si am fost.Si a fost naspa,mai putin partile in care mai luam o bere si mai jucam cu o anumita curva PES 2010. Si apropo,curva mea preferata a facut 18 anisori&lt;3.Da,este vorba despre nimeni alta decat Papy,grecul meu nelipsit,care,a fost la munte cu noi si a facut 18 ani exact in momentul in care Poenarul se imbatase si incepuse sa arunce cu sticle de apa de 5L si se apucase sa'mi zica "tu.esti dusmanul.Da-te din fata mea ca'mi furi lumina,dusmanule".:&gt; Happy b-day you bitch&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Faza serii goes too....Paps,for his great phrase: " bai,la cati bani imi datoreaza,ar trebui sa primesc de la el si de la tot copacul genealogic al lui"&lt;br /&gt;No comm,you gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,m-am intors destul de obosit,but,no time to linger,caci venea pe 30,chiar de sf Andrei,ziua lui Mada,care a facut 16 ani.:)&lt;br /&gt;La ziua ei a fost imcomparabil mai bine,m-am distrat,am ras si am pus Jesus of Suburbia si si si...o iubesc.:)&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut o chestie din aia careia ii pui apa si creste iarba pe capul ei si mi-a amintit de Nostalgia critic cu reviewul "Commerical special" si am ras singur putin.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,dar sa ne intoarcem la locomoptivele noastre (don't ask &lt;3).&lt;br /&gt;Eh,si toate ca toate,dar...hei...8 months? Doesn't seem like that to me.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mno,acuma,mai recent,am dat audtile la teatru si a iesit exact asa cum mi-am dorit.&lt;br /&gt;In ultima vreme...hmm...nu stiu,am mai scris cateva cantece,am mai facut o repetitie-doua cu Alex,am fugit de colo colo,am obosit grav,am dormit prea putin su m-am bagat sa scriu si pe blogul lui Hash.Ma rog,tac acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In onoarea nubului de Paps,o sa inchei postul cu un link la &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvzWmPRhhig"&gt;InFlames-Evil in a closet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bafta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5500982566856550714?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5500982566856550714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5500982566856550714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5500982566856550714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5500982566856550714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/lenebegone.html' title='Lene,begone!'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2945913292497520112</id><published>2010-11-17T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:51:50.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabaton si alte alea</title><content type='html'>Hei hei,back from Sabaton dudes and it was great.Great show,great sound,great playing and overall a great band.Pai,ce sa zic,am dupa ce am terminat la liceu cu Academia de gasca am fost in AlcoHole cu Mada si a fost foarte cute,apoi am mers pana la Victoriei si in comoditatea mea,m-am suit in taxi si am zburat spre Geo.Ajuns la Geo,am mancat ceva pentru ca eram mort de foame si ne-am bagat la un Family guy (pe bune,am ras cu lacrimi,ultimul episod a rupt orice cota si intra usor in top 10 "cele mai funny chestii pe care le-am vazut").Am vazut si niste Nostalgia Critic si am plecat la drum spre Silver church,unde ne astpta un show de zile mari.Am prins si Alestorm,care au bagat un Keelhauled foarte misto si apoi ne-am bagat la vreo 2 beri pana sa inceapa Sabaton. Concertul a inceput cu un intro si cu Ghost division si a continuat cu niste super piese dintre care nu au lipsit Primo Victoria,Attero dominatus,Rise of evil,Cliffs of gallipoli,The final solution,Uprinsing,40-1 sau Metal machine/Metal Crue ("The rainbow in the dark is shining").Ce sa mai zic,decat ca la sfarsit,am luat autograf de la clapar si tot ce am putut sa zic a fost "thank you so much and this was a great fuckin' show".Chiar nu prea pot sa descriu cum a fost asa ca o sa continui cu acele "alte alea".&lt;br /&gt;Mai,eu sunt super pasionat de muzica,in special de muzica pe care o ascult eu si de multe ori piesele pe care le ascult au o influenta foarte mare asupra mea si mai ales asupra starii mele de spirit.Sunt piese cu mesaj,sunt piese in care mai mult sau mai putin,daca citesti printre randuri iti dai seama ca situatia in care te afli sau gandurile pe care le ai se potrivesc perfect cu piesa respectiva.Nu vi s-a intamplat asta niciodata? Imi vine greu sa cred.Asa,si ma gandeam,asa obosit cum sunt,sa bag aici ceva piese care chiar au o influenta asupra mea.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,incepem cu the big one,aia pe care nu o intrece nimeni,adica Black sabbath-Heaven and hell.Ce sa zic,consider ca in piesa asta se afla un adevar.Da,un adevar despre viata in general. "They say that life's a carousel,spinning fast you gotta' ride it well,the world is full of kings and queens,who blind your eyes and steal your dreams,it's heaven and hell,and they tell you black is really white,the moon is just the sun at night and when you walk in golden halls,you get to pick the gold that falls,it's heaven and hell,oh well"....what can i say? Always makes me think about life in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot-Hunter's Season...eh,aici e complicata treaba. " 'Cos we were always alone,we were born in the hunter's season,all i really ever wanted was for you,you to die in the arms of someone"...deep mesage here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot-So long ...eh,well,this is like the song that i fall asleep on. Why? 'Cos "Sleep tight,this day belongs to you my dear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron maiden-Coming home....nu stiu de ce dracu mereu imi dau lacrimile pe piesa asta. "Coming home,far away,as I see the runway lights in the misty dawn the night is fading fast,Coming home,far away,as the vapour trails aline where i've been tonight,you know I will not stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep purple-When a blind man cries.Wow,jeesh...asta mereu ma face sa fiu nostalgic.O ascult rar,deobicei dupa o tragedie.Drama queen? Imi permit? Presupun ca da...mno...acum ce vreti? Sunt intr-un moment de sensibilitate,so "Hear me grieving,lying on the floor,whether i'm drunk or dead I really ain't to sure".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vorbind de sensibilitate...hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avantasia-The story ain't over "When you open your eyesW,hen you gaze at the sky,When you look to the stars,As they shut down the night,You know this story ain't over"&lt;br /&gt;Always a delight,always brings a smile and a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si...pentru momentele alea cand imi e dor...&lt;br /&gt;Avantasia-What kind of love...dunno why...it just does. "What if love will leave your heart an open sore,And I can't reveal what even I don't know,The love you feel you waste away on me,What kind of love would let us bleed away,No kind of love would make us bleed away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci cand sunt la pamant rau de tot ori Heaven and hell ori Wasted years "Face up,make your stand and realize you're living in the golden years".:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ceva ma enerveaza si ma afecteaza ceva, ori ascult Five finger death punch ori Sea of madness de la maiden "Like the eagle and the dove,Fly so high on wings above,When all you see can only bring you sadness,Like a river we will flow,On towards the sea we go,When all you do can only bring you sadness,Out on the sea of madness"...hmm...n-am mai ascultat de ceva timp si nici nu cred ca e nevoie.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asa ca idee generala...Def Leppard-Hysteria,partea asta chiar imi place si cred ca reprezinta cel mai bine cam...well...tot:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get hysterical,Hysteria,Oh, can you feel it (Oh can you feel it) Do you believe it (Do you believe it)It's such a magical mysteria,When you get that feelin' (When you get that feelin') Better start believin (Better start believin')"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habar nu am de ce am scris postul asta care se voia a fi dragut cred,desi aproape sigur nu mi-a iesit,dar mna,ok,aberez.&lt;br /&gt;39!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2945913292497520112?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2945913292497520112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2945913292497520112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2945913292497520112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2945913292497520112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabaton-si-alte-alea.html' title='Sabaton si alte alea'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6124778948836726150</id><published>2010-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T07:58:01.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warrior</title><content type='html'>Hehe,ce weekend bestial! Bai,de-ar fi 3-4 zile pe saptamana asa,huuuh,genial ar fi.Deci,sambata la 11 am avut repetitii cu Alex si a fost foarte ok and all that.Ne-au iesit super ok semi-coverurile pe care le0am facut si am si filmat.Defapt,Mada a avut bunavointa sa filmeze si a facut-o excelent,surprizand foarte bine cearta dintre mine si Alex intr-o pauza de la Hallowed be thy name,cand nubul daduse o gherla.Sau nu? Ma rog,apoi am fost cu Mada si a fost foarte foarte nice.:) Later on,am fost la Geo si ne-am uitat la:&lt;br /&gt;-Nostalgia critic "Sandy Claws? What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;-Family Guy " It's like America before the great french gay immigration." "Dad is retarded? OMG how will I be able to go back to school? -Oh yeah,that's right.This is it! The thing that's preventing you from going back to school,jeopardizing your great reputation.It's not because your awkward social life or you prelongued hours of hideousy or your Felix Ungarish way of clearing your sinuses"&lt;br /&gt;AT4W "To question,to reason self,in eternal detrucity that lies beyond of something that happened long ago...    what? wtf? what is this bullshit pylosophy...what the fuck happened long ago? What is that? What's detrucity?"&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am luat si ceva jocuri ofc,doar cateva...like Audiosurf,Lotr battle for middle earth collection&amp;amp;Conquest,Sw Battlefront II &amp;amp; The force unleashed II....vreo 15 Gb bine umpluti.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,foarte tare weekendul si...hei...mai vreau.Da ma,un weekend de vreo saptamana asa,sa iau o pauza.E cineva racit? Va rog. Dar,i'm looking forward to the next week and..I somehow have a feeling that it's gonna be better than the one that's just passed.In rest,un pic obosit si intr-un mood destul de dubios,dar hei,nimic care sa ma opreasca sa zambesc.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asa,ca sa las si ceva morala in postul asta,chiar destul de buna zic eu.Adica,brilianta defapt,piesa Weekend Warrior,cu tot cu versurile.Nu pot sa nu zic ca nu am o legatura extrem de strasa cu piesa.Merita,in special versurile,so check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrz7Nv2kcd4"&gt;Iron maiden-Weekend Warrior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebel of yesterday, tommorow's fool&lt;br /&gt;Who are you kidding being that cool ?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to break away from running with the pack&lt;br /&gt;But they ain't listening so you've gotta go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a weekend warrior when you're one of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's over, just look at you now...&lt;br /&gt;You're not so brave the way you behave&lt;br /&gt;It makes you sick, gotta get out quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all bravado when you're out with your mates&lt;br /&gt;It's like a different person goes through those gates&lt;br /&gt;And the game begins, the adrenalin's high&lt;br /&gt;Feel the tension maybe someone will die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]A weekend warrior lately&lt;br /&gt;A weekend warrior sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A weekend warrior maybe you ain't that way anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta get out gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;But you're in with a cligue it's not easy to stray&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta admit you're just living a lie&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long to workout why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say why you got involved&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to be part, just waiting to belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]Some of the things that you've done you feel so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;After all it's only a game... isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all the adrenalin's gone&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do on monday ?&lt;br /&gt;A weekend warrior lately&lt;br /&gt;A weekend warrior sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A weekend warrior maybe you were never like that at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6124778948836726150?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6124778948836726150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6124778948836726150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6124778948836726150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6124778948836726150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-warrior.html' title='Weekend Warrior'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8806691290282807851</id><published>2010-11-11T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:30:13.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and sleepy.Some lyrics:)</title><content type='html'>Hmm,bai nu prea am chef sa scriu asa ca o sa bag niste versuri p'aici,proaspete,scrise in 381/313,cu ceva Phoenix pe fundal.Ma,io's mandru de ele.Adica,deja am facut linia melodica and stuff.Habar nu am despre ce sunt,dar ascultam Phoenix,ma uitam pe geam si parca s-au scris singure:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony of the present&lt;br /&gt;The moonless nights i live alone&lt;br /&gt;And the need of some protection&lt;br /&gt;That i don't think will ever come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's striking me like lightning from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Things like this make my sight grow dim&lt;br /&gt;unseen and quiet i walk away and cry&lt;br /&gt;My blood wil freeze and then i'll want to SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To scream!&lt;br /&gt;To scream like the dead will follow&lt;br /&gt;And drown&lt;br /&gt;In water much too shallow&lt;br /&gt;Scream! and bleed!&lt;br /&gt;When all my dreams are dying while you feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I face the wrath&lt;br /&gt;Of the caring you don't show&lt;br /&gt;Tired of this too linear path&lt;br /&gt;I never get the things I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchained in grief but you are free&lt;br /&gt;you just forgot about me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how i should be&lt;br /&gt;to make you  stop this misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide from what you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;One by one you sink them near the shore&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes the coldest wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you make me die a little more&lt;br /&gt;And then i want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To scream!&lt;br /&gt;To scream like the dead will follow&lt;br /&gt;And drown&lt;br /&gt;In water much too shallow&lt;br /&gt;Scream! and bleed!&lt;br /&gt;When all my dreams are dying while you feed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8806691290282807851?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8806691290282807851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8806691290282807851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8806691290282807851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8806691290282807851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired-and-sleepysome-lyrics.html' title='Tired and sleepy.Some lyrics:)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-407767389447869602</id><published>2010-11-10T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:18:40.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit crusher</title><content type='html'>N-am mai scris cam de ceva timp pe aici.De ce? Pentru ca am fost super ocupat cu tot felul de probleme si chestii care parca apar asa,din nimic.Au fost niste zile mixte rau.Obositoare pana'n panzele albe si tot o tin asa,pe fuga de ceva timp.Nu am mai scris pentru ca nu am avut timp/chef/dispozitia necesara/net.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,am tot avut repetitii la teatru care m-au tinut ore in sir prin sala de festivitati.Am tot avut proiecte si chestii de scris si profi cu care sa ma joc hide and seek si deci,dupa ce ajungi acasa,dupa 8-9 ore de stat in liceu,chiar nu'ti mai arde de scris.&lt;br /&gt;Si cat despre liceu,hmmm,ore un pic boring,pauze aproape inexistente,fuga fuga fuga fuga spre o chestie aproape neimportanta in momentele de genu'.Si ma tot satur ca lucruri care ar trebui sa fie pe planul 1,sa fie mereu puse pe planul 2,ca atunci cand pui pe hold,dar mna,asta e situatia.Nu sunt suparat sau ceva,doar ca ma oftica frate.Hmm,i need a break and a kit kat.Ca atunci cand iti pui mainile sub cap,te intinzi si zici "hah...life's so good".Well,it is,but i don't really have time to enjoy it.Mna,presupun ca sunt in the mood for smiorcaiala.Dar na,hey...Iron Maiden pops out of nowhere and sez something like " So understand,Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,Face up...make your stand,And realize you're living in the golden years" :)&lt;br /&gt;Being strong ain't always easy,but for me,as sure as hell it's 100 times harder than giving up.&lt;br /&gt;And,despite all the stress and all the bullshit , I am happy :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-407767389447869602?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/407767389447869602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=407767389447869602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/407767389447869602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/407767389447869602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/spirit-crusher.html' title='Spirit crusher'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7502268919473187420</id><published>2010-11-03T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:05:06.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloween,relief and freezing (sau cum am intrat in Meli Melo)</title><content type='html'>Da'n'tradevar,incep acest post enervand pe cineva.Nu intelegeti nimic si asta e bine.Deci in weekend am fost la un party de Helloween cu ocazia zilei lui Kitty si a fost mixt.Partyul a oscilat intre muzica buna,rasete,bautura,certuri conjunctivale (da,stiu ca nu e asta cuvantul) si orgii desfasurate intre Iisus si un betiv la fel de beat ca Iisus.Asa,deci a fost 2 in 1,si Helloween si b-day party.Sincer,m-am dus pt b-day party si pentru ca Kitty imi e prietena veche.Eu cu Helloweenul nu's de acord si nu prea am fost niciodata,adica...ce treaba ai tu,ca roman,sau pseudo-roman sa sarbatoresti...ei bine,nici nu prea stii ce sarbatoresti.Ideea e ca imi plac petrecerile tematice,cu costume funny (referinta la filmul Eyes Wide shut oare? ar fi dubios) in care lumea se distreaza.Problema e ca astfel de petreceri pot fi organizate oricand,nu neaprat pe 31 octombrie.Ma rog,nu mai dezbat.Asa,partyul a fost dragut,in sensul ca m-am simtit extraordinar in compania lui Lemmy de la Motorhead,cu care am avut niste conversatii destul de ok.Sa nu uit de co-Salonteanul Fantoma de la Opera.De asemenea,mi-am petrecut 2 ore certadu-ma cu un scotian semi-beat,alte 2 ore mediind conflictele intre bandele de pirati si teroristi abuzivi fata de dansatoarele lor haremice.Ma gaseam apoi in fata unei usi de dupa care se auzeau zgomotele unei orgii in toata splendoarea,cu un betiv spart care plangea in fata ei,pentru ca voia sa se duca sa se vada cu Mike si/sau pentru ca primise un cap in gura aplicat la perfectie.&lt;br /&gt;Asam,drum solo on keyboards,hehe...nu stiti voi d'astea,apoi duminica am dormit si am stat home all day jucand kotor.Luni a fost obositor.Marti a fost oribil.Miercuri a fost genial.Azi a fost miercuri.Da ma,azi stateam in curte si am fost luat cu arcanul spre tinuturi necunoscute,avand o misiune de "seek and strike".Ma simteam ca in Monthy Python and the holy grail,dar tu nu stii asta,si nu vei afla niciodata. Asa a inceput aventura ce avea sa urmeze (Iron Maiden,These colours don't run refference: "Where you're going lies adventure others only dream of") ,ca mai apoi sa fiu tarat pana la poarta Mordorului (one day you will get this joke,by god I swear it).Da,era Meli Melo-ul,locul opus masculinitatii,locul in care se zice ca barbatii se geyizeaza.Dar eu nu.Bravul de mine a intrat acolo si a infruntat pericolul exprimatului de pareri despre genti.Nu mi-au fost cerute.Acum realizez.A fost un test.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am traversat Raul Betonului crezand ca stim unde mergem.Mi-a fost ceruta parerea in ce priveste "unde mergem?" si voiam sa zic chestii si sa dau sugestii,dar cuvintele se pierdeau pe undeva.Am intrat in catacombele unui supermarket unde nu am gasit nimic,decat niste farfurii si hartie igienica,lasate acolo probabil de alti hoinari ponositi ce cautasera....lucrul.&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine,am hotarat ca...whatever we were looking for nu e acolo si ca trebuie sa fie pe undeva prin the acient archives of the city.Zis si facut.Luam o corabie pe Raul Beton pana spre malurile pe care se afla biblioteca.Calatoria a fost lunga si deja incepusem sa ne pierdem speranta.Nu mai aveam apa si greata incepuse sa isi faca prezenta.Intr-un final,am ajuns la biblioteca.Am intrat vulgar si cu nesimtire,dar,spre mirarea si fericirea mea,am fost pasuit (nu zic asta cu ironie,dar vreau sa mentin aerul povestii asteia wannabe).Nu am gasit nimic acolo si am zis sa ne punem corturile pe undeva prin apropiere,sa ne tragen sufletul si sa bem o fiertura.Provizile de tutun se terminasera,dar pana la urma,am fost ajutat de catre o mana criminala (criminal de geniala) si we moved on.Am lalait-o prin our camp,ca mai apoi sa fim binecuvantati cu prezenta unui menestrel ratacitor.Am mai stat la o vorba si apoi am plecat infrigurati fiecare la treaba lui.Unde s-a dus gasirea whateverului? Nu stiu. My part here is done.You must do this alone. I will pray for you.Thus having  spoked she turned away and though I found no words to say,I stood and watched untill I saw her black cloak dissapear(hababa,nu zic  ce cantec e). Hey,cand cuiva ii e somn si vrea o poveste ar trebui sa citeasca postul asta :-".&lt;br /&gt;Oirucm,azi a fost genial si honestly,mai vreau.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7502268919473187420?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7502268919473187420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7502268919473187420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7502268919473187420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7502268919473187420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/helloweenrelief-and-freezing-sau-cum-am.html' title='Helloween,relief and freezing (sau cum am intrat in Meli Melo)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-4033635073297145346</id><published>2010-10-28T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:10:34.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW vs MARIO!</title><content type='html'>Haha,in sfarsit am ocazia sa scriu postul asta. Batalia epica dintre 2 jocuri,posibil cele mai jucate din istorie.Nu au legatura una cu alta? Shut up.Ca fenomen au.Pai,in primul rand sa explic ce e fiecare,nu?&lt;br /&gt;Incep cu Mario,ca deh,oldies but goldies.Mario e un side scroller 2d...ok,v-am bagat in ceata.Adica e un din ala in care te misti in stanga sau in dreapta si caracterele nu au grosime.Esti un italian cu un frate dubios si verde care alearga sa salveze o "danzel in distress".A fost fun de cand a fost lansat,adica prin anii 80 si orice tara care pe atunci nu purta umbra comunismului era plina de oameni care jucau mario.&lt;br /&gt;Acum Wow...ei bine,wow-ul e World of Warcraft,adica jocul ala care se joaca online,in care un chinez isi face un caracter si are de ales intre : elf gay,elf gay,vaca,om,zombie,ceva cu o caracatita pe cap cu copite,pitic,flegma de om (gnom),orc,orc jamaican si mai nou catel sau spiridus evreu.&lt;br /&gt;Si chinezul isi alege unul dintre astea,il face cat mai urat si musculos posibil,sau daca e un chinez suparat,isi face un exemplar feminin,pentru ca in cele 8-10 ore pe care le petrece la pc ii e mai comod sa se uite la un cur decat la un cur.Mai exista chinezii gay,care isi fac fete si se dau la baieti,defapt la chinezoaice care si-au facut caracter masculin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,pai sa vedem cam ce trebuie sa faci in jocuri.&lt;br /&gt;In mario mergi si sari pe diferite chestii,adunand puncte si ciuperci care te fac mai boss.La mario ai 3 nivele de putere.Primul,in care esti un muc,mare cat un cacatel.Al 2-lea,in care esti mai mare si poti sa spargi caramizi cu basca ta de instalator.Si al 3-lea,in care iti pui salopeta alba de bucatar si tragi cu testicule in flacari in cacateii de care odata iti era frica.&lt;br /&gt;In wow e mult mai complex,ai 100 de chestii,poti sa fii wizard,wizard,wizard,wizard sau sa dai cu sabia.UUUU,si poti sa iti faci intr-o mie de feluri wizardul.Poti sa ii pui ce arme si ce cacaturi vrei tu.Poti sa il pui sa faca mancare si sa doarma.E un tamagochi cu varsare de sange.Si conteaza foarte mult in lumea Wowului ce wizard ai.Ca esti lame daca nu stii prescurtari de genu "lmbspsaasasasa" care inseamna "sabie smechera mov pe care mi-am luato dintr-o pestera".Evident,Wow e 3d si poti sa mergi si sa explorezi toata lumea din warcraft cu alea 4 continente si sa admiri frumusetea peisajului citadin din Sankt Petersburg....aahhh...asta,pardon,Stormwind,sau poti sa vezi cealalta jumatate,cu corturi si lemn mult din AttilaCity,Ogrimmar.Ideea e ca exista capitale si nu o sa ma spun cam cum sta treaba cu ele.Voi da echivalentul lor. Capitala oamenilor si a orcilor am zis-o deja.Mai e capitala Vacilor,adica taberele ilegale de rromi din Franta,capitala caracatitelor,care la cate diamante are zici ca-i Strehaia daca ar fi fost in Africa de Sud,capitala zombielor care este Craiova,capitala piticilor si a flegmilor,care este Detroit,capitala Elfilor care este padurea Snagov,capitala celorlalti elfi care e padurea Snagov mutata langa Strehaia,capitala jamaicanilor care zici ca e jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,in mario mergi si sari peste chestii,intri in beciuri albastre,intri in castele cu ghirlande de usturoi in flacari,te bati cu dragoni si incerci sa o salvezi pe aia si treci prin zeci de castele pana cand o gasesti in sfarsit,ancorata in castelul din Pipera al regelui Koopa.Era marfa la Mario ca era ceva simplu si competitiv,da,mai competitiv decat Wow-ul.In mario puteai sa mori de 100 de ori,nu-i nimic,o luai de la capat.Era nebunesc de greu si totusi erai determinat sa joci pana castigi si chiar te ambitionai.Nu dormeai 10 ore,dar macar stiai ca "you achieved something".&lt;br /&gt;Problema la Wow e ca lumea fuge de caracterele si viata mizerabila pe care o are in realitate si intra in lumea in care el/ea este un razboinic Schwartzeneggerian cu sfarcuri mari si sabie/palos frumos in spate,calarind diferite chestii (adica poti sa calaresti si cai,dar si...elefanti,zebre,berbeci,fundul lui Ion Iliescu,etc).Si ai 80 de levele pe care trebuie sa le parcurgi,ca sa ajungi la nivelul maxim de inutilitate pe planeta asta.Sa ajungi sa judeci oamenii in functie de "hahaha,eu am gs 4500,tu doar 4300" (gs nu inseamna gear score,asa cu se lauda ei,ci mai degraba gay sensitivity).Deja toti au ajuns la lvl 80 si joaca absolut degeaba,sa omoare un boss coclit intr-o vagauna,dupa ce au stat 3 ore sa se injure de mama si inca 3 ore sa se laude si inca 3 ore sa isi faca buffuri unu altuia,ii omoara copiii si dupa aia il omoara pe el,sperand sa pice o prastie mai buna,ca sa se simta si ei ca sunt cineva. Si ala care ia prastia e masculul alpha."coaie,de ce ai luat tu prastia?" "haha,ce bine ma simt,acum sunt cineva" "dute-n mm " si dupa aia 5 minute de injuraturi penibile si neamuzante,dar la care toti rad si se distreaza,stiind ca au facut pentru a 5-a ora intr-o saptamana aceeasi chestie.Adica ICC.Exista doua tipuri de ICC,defapt 2 ofere,prima ar fi "Inghetata cu cineva"(adica o fata) si apoi Ice crown citadel,care e o biserica in Siberia,in care toata lumea suge pula grav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi placea la Mario cand descopereai secrete and stuff si te urcai pe ici pe colo si mai gaseai o teava verde pe care sa luneci pana la o lume mai avansata.Imi placea cand erau platformele alea si saream pe ele evitand gloante mari si sarind peste broaste testoase.Dar hei,sa stai 1 luna din viata cu vrajitorul tau,sa il faci purtatorul prastiei supreme and all that si apoi sa te lauzi sai mai faci aceasi chestie pana cand te plcitisesti si iti faci alt vrajitor jegos,care nu da fulgere,da cu intuneric,adica intunericul pe care jucatorul o sa il simta atunci cand o sa ii se ia lumina,pentru ca si-a consumat banii pe pre-payed card,cat sa poata sa joace Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Si la mario era fun,era ceva simplu si amuzant si chiar te distrai,si se putea juca si in doi.La wow,poti sa joci in 8 milioane,toti plcitisiti,nimic special,nimic nou.Doar no-liferi.Ideea unui joc nu era sa te distrezi? La wow,sa stai plictisit si nefutut ani de zile,simtind cum entuziasmul iti piere,dar neputand sa te opresti,joci in continuare,pentru ca viata ta deja suge mult prea mult.Si viata pe un monitor,,cu alti oameni cu care poti sa injuri,la fel de fara-viata ca si tine,si cu care chiar simti ca realizezi ceva este foarte amuzanta,nu?.Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario e genial,Wow e genial daca iti urasti viata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-4033635073297145346?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4033635073297145346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=4033635073297145346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/4033635073297145346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/4033635073297145346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-vs-mario.html' title='WOW vs MARIO!'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1816989122215976719</id><published>2010-10-23T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:38:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of Icarus</title><content type='html'>Bai,bai,bai!!! ce weekend am avut.Nu o sa povestesc nimic despre el,ca nu meritati.Voiam doar sa zic ca am terminat niste versuri acum,pe la 2:12 AM,cand nu am somn si poenarul m-a data afara de la el pentru a 3-a oara azi.Am inceput sa le scriu la ora de...stai...ecomonie cred.Sunt ciudate si un pic anarhiste,dar hei,trebuie si de astea cu mesaj tare,sa te loveasca in fata.&lt;br /&gt;Daca o sa scot albumu,voi cere explicit sa nu se vanda sub forma de inmanare,ci sub forma de aruncare (drept in fata sa le vina),credinciosilor.Bitches! "domnule elev,scoate si incepe sa faci ce ai de facut!" "ce sa scot?:|".&lt;br /&gt;Da da da,ma rog curve si tarfe pe lumea asta frate,unii cu d'astea altii cu "vi la mine acasa,stai pe scaunul meu,mananci negresele facute de maicamea(wtf?),fumezi tigari,bei suc si ai tupeul sa ma bati la FIFA?" "dar...." "iesi afara,nu mai vreau sa te vad pe aici niciodata,nesimtit nerecunoscator!" "aaaaa,calm boule." "ok,mai jucam?" "sure:)"....peste 8 minute "MNIAAAAAAAAA*zgomot de taste zdrobite". Mi-am amintit azi de piesa flight of Icarus de la Maiden si reascultand-o m-a luat asa...hmm,un val din asta...ca un cocktail in care nu stii sigur ce e,dar care are un gust bun,cu ceva acolo subtil de care nu iti dai prea bine seama ce e.Eu cred ca era un zambet.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,"&lt;strong&gt;Amabit sapiens, cupient caeteri&lt;/strong&gt; " sau "cercetam o sapa cu multe ciupituri".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si acum,mandrele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who kill,for those who hide&lt;br /&gt;For those who savour foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;For those who suffer,for those who die&lt;br /&gt;Puppets in a world that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those abandoned,for those who're sane&lt;br /&gt;For those believing-it's all in vane&lt;br /&gt;Decieved by monsters-I know them well&lt;br /&gt;Just try to stop me,see you in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we call this thing democracy?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you say so&lt;br /&gt;With all the greed,lies and vanity&lt;br /&gt;Standards have gotten so low&lt;br /&gt;You think your throne's beyond infinity&lt;br /&gt;And that the human heart won't be strong&lt;br /&gt;You say our homes is in facilities&lt;br /&gt;And that we can't tell right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the sinners,for those who rocked&lt;br /&gt;For those who heaven's gate you locked&lt;br /&gt;For those with courage,that sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;For all the heroes that we despized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the abusers we sanctified&lt;br /&gt;For all the vermins we glorified&lt;br /&gt;For all the people on crosses burned&lt;br /&gt;For the Messiah who won't return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the people,who stood their ground&lt;br /&gt;For those that love was all they found&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who keep their fate&lt;br /&gt;To make a difference it's never to late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat pentru acum,Good night and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1816989122215976719?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1816989122215976719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1816989122215976719' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1816989122215976719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1816989122215976719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/flight-of-icarus.html' title='Flight of Icarus'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8157681857326041725</id><published>2010-10-19T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:53:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducere in Iron Maiden + noua gaselnita de pe blog</title><content type='html'>Mai oameni,eu am un pitic pe creier.Piticul ala se cheama Iron Maiden si mereu am incercat sa raspandesc muzica lor oamenilor care nu au avut ocazia sa o asculte.Am zis sa so asculte,nu neapatat sa o inteleaga.Iron Maiden este like...cea mai tare trupa heavy-metal in history si nu,nu o sa mananc cacatul ala cu "fiecare asculta ce vrea" si "gusturile omului" sau etc.Maiden e the queen of metal si asa a fost din '83 pana acum.Who sez otherwise...well...i don't agree with him,but i respect his opinion...neah,just kiddin' , he sucks monkey butt ;)).&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca Maiden e trupa extraordinara si multa lumea mi-a zis ca nu ar sti cu ce sa inceapa,sau ca are piese pe care nu le intelege,deci m-am gandit sa pun cea mai "catchy" piesa de pe fiecare album al lor,de la primul la ultimul,asta recent lansat in 2010 (care e genial).&lt;br /&gt;O sa pun si linkuri and stuff si o scurta descriere a piesei.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk05PeKSI2E"&gt;Running Free&lt;/a&gt;-albumul "Iron Maiden" 1980- O piesa activa,catchy care nu poate lipsi de la un concert Maiden,la vocale este Paul Di'Anno.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJFBFovXI04"&gt;Wrathchild&lt;/a&gt;-Albumul Killers 1981-O piesa foarte tare,cu un bass bestial,cu dedicatie pentru cei care nu se inteleg cu parintii lor.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-iRf9AWoyE"&gt;The number of the beast&lt;/a&gt;-Album cu acelasi nume 1982,pe care debuteaza Bruce Dickinson la voce \m/-Una dintre cele mai cunoscute si iubite piese,un must-know pentru orice rockar in general.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3Ak78uo0UA"&gt;The trooper&lt;/a&gt;-Albumul Piece of mind 1983-Wow,pai....e una dintre cele mai active si cunoscute piese,cu un ritm foarte bun si cu niste accorduri memorabile.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L75ikjK1vaI"&gt; 2 minutes to midnight&lt;/a&gt;-Albumul Powerslave 1984-Hehe,una dintre cele mai atipice piese,dar care a facut ravagii,majoritatea auzind-o prima data in Gta Vice City.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0LuFaPtmt8"&gt;Wasted years&lt;/a&gt;-album Somewhere in time din 1986-O piesa foarte buna,cu un intro foarte reusit.O piesa cu mesaj,oh,si ce mesaj.Pentru oricine crede ca "vai,sufar cumplit" si bla bla,sa asculte piesa asta si sa-i citesca versurile.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXE2CddX5Qs"&gt;Can i play with madness?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXE2CddX5Qs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- de pe albumul Seventh son of a seventh son 1989 (e preferatul meu si am avut o dilema daca sa bag asta sau The evil that men do,insa am mers cu asta,ca e mai cunoscuta si a fost mare hit).&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3hATk_9pw8"&gt;Bring your daughter to the slaughter &lt;/a&gt;-Albumul No prayer for the dying 1990-Si aici am avut o dilema intre piesa asta si Mother Russia (care e ceva mai complexa),dar in final am mers cu asta,din nou,pentru ca e mai cunoscuta si pentru ca o mai canta si live once in a while,singura pe care au cantat-o live de pe albumul asta pe termen lung.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoiHX9azZeQ"&gt;Fear of the dark&lt;/a&gt; (live)-De pe albumul cu acelasi nume lasnat in 1992,pff...ce sa zic despre piesa asta ce nu stie deja tot poporul.Este clar cea mai iubita piesa Maiden,cea mai cunoscuta,cea mai fredonata,cea mai ce vreti voi.Daca vrei sa incepi sa asculti Maiden,o faci cu Fear of the dark.Am pus o varianta live recenta,pentru ca,dupa cum stie toata lumea,nu exista piesa mai "moving" live decat Fear of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoR5X7Y_Eqs"&gt;Man on the edge&lt;/a&gt;-De pe albumul X Factor din 1995.Dupa albumul Fear of the dark,Bruce a plecat din Maiden si a fost inlocuit pe albumul asta si pe urmatorul cu Blaze Bayley,not one of my favorite songs,dar hei...chiar merge pentru inceput.Adica,mie de pe X Factor imi place Sign of the cross,dar pnm,are 10 minute si trebuie ascultata de ceva ori ca sa pricepi ceva din ea.&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpaAG2sWGuI"&gt;Futureal&lt;/a&gt;-De pe albumul Virtual XI din 1998.O piesa foarte foarte ok,prima piesa Maiden pe care am ascultat-o,pe vremea cand aveam 6 ani.It's always gonna mean something to me.Chiar daca e cu Bayley,nu-mi pasa,e o piesa extraordinara.As fi bagat si Dont look to the eyes of a stranger de pe albumul asta,dar ziceam ca as fi cam narcisist.&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qbcm8Ao9Vfg"&gt;Blood brothers&lt;/a&gt;-De pe super-albumul Brave new world din 2000,care marcheaza intoarcerea lui Bruce Dickinson la voce si noua era Maiden ce avea sa inceapa.Mentionez ca aproape toate piesele de pe Brave new world sunt extraordinare,dar hei,cu blood borthers inclusiv eu am inceput.O piesa superba care merita ascultata chiar daca nu esti fan Maiden sau rockar in general.&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivrVZSgmEJs"&gt;Rainmaker&lt;/a&gt;-De pe albumul Dance of Death din 2003.Un album foarte ok,dar trebuie sa stii Maiden ca sa te prinda.Raimanker e o piesa foarte draguta,cam singura de la Maiden care incorporeaza o doza de romantism ca sa zic asa,sau poate sunt eu nebun.Oricum,o piesa bestiala cu un refren touching.&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSoreSYGPL4"&gt;Different world&lt;/a&gt;-De pe albumul A matter of life and death din 2006.O piesa catchy pana'n maduva oaselor,singura piesa catchy de pe album,poate doar Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg sa aspire la asa un catchyness(albumul e foarte bun,chiar dintre preferatele mele,insa majoritatea pieselor sunt foarte complexe si destul de lungi,superbe ce-i drept,dar complexe).Overall,una dintre piesele care mereu au reusit sa ma surprinda intr-un mod placut.&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH29bYJ-bto"&gt;Coming Home&lt;/a&gt;-De pe ultimul album,Final Frontier,lansat in 2010,acu' vreo 3 luni.Am ales piesa asta,pentru ca sincer,e cea mai scurta de pe album si pentru ca e cea mai usor de inteles,avand un aer de balada foarte dragut,care m-a facut sa lacrimez subtil o data sau de doua ori.Tot albumul este foarte bun,dar e aceeasi poveste ca la A matter of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,o piesa foarte tare,mai ales pentru ascultat in calatorii sau pentru cei cu un spirit wild-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cam astea ar fi piesele pe care cineva ar trebui sa le asculte ca sa zica "bai,am ascultat ceva Maiden".Astea sunt piese de incepatori,foarte bune,dar care odata cu avansarea in istoria formatiei,vor trece pe plan secund.Si eu cam tot cu astea am inceput so,trust me people,if I dont know Maiden,nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,si ca sa nu uit, de azi incolo voi avea la sfrasitul posturilor o maxima latina,cu traducerea de "rigoare".&lt;br /&gt;Prima dintre aceste intelepciuni va fi:&lt;br /&gt;"Aegroto dum anima est, spes est" care inseamna "Specii proaste,animale proaste,in grota ele traiesc" Am respectat topica si am dat un aer de Yodism acestei maxime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,auditie placuta si,ofc,BAFTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Trooper" title="The Trooper"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8157681857326041725?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8157681857326041725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8157681857326041725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8157681857326041725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8157681857326041725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/introducere-in-iron-maiden-noua.html' title='Introducere in Iron Maiden + noua gaselnita de pe blog'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-499764946393853185</id><published>2010-10-17T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:55:04.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"she didn't mean that"</title><content type='html'>HA! In sfarsit am petrecut si eu o noapte aproape alba (grey) cu pizza,filme,cola si tigari in afara casei.Imi lipsea sincer sa vad un film mediocru,care sa mi se para mie genial,impreuna cu nubul de Paps langa mine.Deci,ziua de ieri a inceput prost si nu chiar,apoi a continuat prost,dar nu tocmai,apoi mi-am updatat placa video,pentru ca m-a luat nostalgia si m-am reapucat de Kotor.Kotor este Star Wars: Knights of the old republic,pentru cei care au viata sociala si nu stiau ce inseamna Kotor (pff,nubs) si este un fel de Fight Club al jocurilor,doar ca mai inteligent un pic.Sa nu deraiem totusi,divagam,pardon.....ideea e ca dupa aia m-am carat pe la 9 juma' la Paps,ca sa il gasesc dormind mai ceva ca mine in zilele mele bune (e racit omul si are nevoie de somn).Desigur,asta nu mi-a oprit incercarile de a-l trezi intr-un mod dubios.Dupa o serie de lovituri si chestii de genul "daca nu te scoli,il pun pe Poenaru'n pat cu tine",sleeping beauty isi deshide ochisorii firavi si imi zice,deja celebra replica, "mata".Si mai doarme inca 2 ore.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,cat timp el era ocupat cu somnul,eu m-am bagat sa vad ce mai e pe net and stuff.M-am uitat la ceva Nostalgia Critic si apoi Family guy(da,ma...alea 2 episoade noi:X) si am avut conversatii foarte dragute cu mada,dar si conversatii nu atat de dragute,dar amuzante si alea.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,si se trezeste monstrul...vine cu pasi apasati inspre pc.&lt;br /&gt;"Nub,ce film luam?" "Pai,hai sa ne uitam la ceva horror" "Exorcist?" "Sure"&lt;br /&gt;Zis si facut,pana s-a downloadat Exorcist am bagat niste Worms si niste muzica buna,amintidu-ne de mersul la mare de acum 2 ani (great times back then mate).Am comdandat si o pizza ofc,defapt 2 pizza si o cola si tigari:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si au fost niste faze super epice in Exorcist,cu fetita aia care era posedata de diavol si la un moment dat isi baga/infigea de repetate ori o cruce'n p***a si zicea "fuck me jesus".Sau la faza cu preotul ala,"The power of Christ compells you!" "Your mother sucks cocks in hell!&gt;:)"&lt;br /&gt;Si faza aia cu "mom,you like burke?" "sure i do" "are you gonna marry him?" "well,no" "but you like him" "i like pizza too,but that doesn't mean i'm gonna marry one" *eu cu papy ne uitam la cutiile noastre de pizza*,punem mana parinteste pe ele si le spunem "she didn't mean that".&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,dupa un film atat de genial,m-am bagat sa dorm un pic.Am dormit vreo 2 ore si dupa aia am bagat nitste Avgn si Zero Punctuation si apoi a venit Poearu sa ma ia cu masina si i-am facut eu cu Paps cadou dvd-ul cu twilight pe care l-am primit cu pizza.(Multumim Jerry's Pizza ca a ajutat la cearea acestei situatii comice).&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns home si dupa aia am mai frecat menta si am reinceput o saptamana care sper ca va evolua in bine,cos azi a fost o zi destul de deprimanta,eminesciana pe alocuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postul urmator: Introducere in Iron Maiden pentru padawani.&lt;br /&gt;Bafta:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-499764946393853185?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/499764946393853185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=499764946393853185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/499764946393853185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/499764946393853185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-didnt-mean-that.html' title='&quot;she didn&apos;t mean that&quot;'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-9123018486903487638</id><published>2010-10-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:02:36.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a winter bring?*</title><content type='html'>Ok,deci am ajuns acasa acu' vreo ora,dupa o zi destul de ciudata de scoala.Mixta pot spune.Ziua a inceput cu Latina (Aquilam non capit muscas sau Atilla n'are cap de musca) si a continuat cu un qiul abstract de la romana,pentru ca daca nu am 2 ore de romana,prima in care primesc 3 si a 2-a in care sa iau 10,nu are farmec.Epicitatea (nu cred ca exista cuvantul asta,wtvr) a continuat in franceza,unde in a 2-a ora,in timp ce atipeam si eram pe cale sa merg spre alte meleaguri,am fost trezit de niste zgaraieturi pe mana,ca apoi sa vad ca "Diana e sefa mea".Multumesc Charlie ca mi-ai gasit job.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,nu stiu ce dracu s-a intamplat in pauze,parca au trecut prea repede.La un moment dat stiu ca mi se zicea "Teddy" si ca pana sa-mi dau seama ce se intampla,ma aflam in postura de Romeo la balcon cu telefonul la ureche.Ciudat,ma simt ca un fel de om in multe,multe roluri.Rol de coleg de clasa,rol de elev,rol de tinta a camatarilor si etc.Nu ca nu ar fi ok,dar parca na,cateodata mi-ar placea sa am mai mult de 10 minute pe ora in care sa trebuiasca sa fiu de toate.Prefer sa mai reduc din rolul de elev si sa fiu mai mult alte chestii,dar nu se poate,caci sunt un om de cuvant. Tocmai de aia imi rezerv dreptul de a ma lamenta p'aici.Cum ziceam,nu stiu,parca totul e in graba,parca sunt impartit in multe parti si cateodata ma pierd.Parca e o agitatie continua in mijlocul careia sunt cuprins si apar maini care ma ciupesc si imi atrag/distrag atentia atunci cand n-am nici un chef si vor sa ma uit la ele si sa le raspund la intrebari care de multe ori nu isi au rostul.Nici nu apuc sa raspund bine la una,ca a si aparut alta.De cateva ori chiar am raspuns folosind raspunsul pe care voiam sa'l folosesc pe persoana anterioara."Americane,ai o tigara?" "Ti-am zis ca nu pot sa vin azi...aaaa....adica nu".&lt;br /&gt;E dubios si parca nu am timp pentru nimic care chiar ma intereseaza.In schimb,primesc un continu amalgam de banalitati neinteresante si neamuzante.Si atunci cand in sfarsit "scap" si zic "heh,in sfarsit" se duce pauza si toata lumea se grabeste la ore si sunt lasat cu ochii'n soare.De ce dracu nu pot sa vrea ceva de la mine persoanele care chiar vreau sa'si doreasca ceva de la mine?&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,nu e chiar asa de rau.Defapt,e o chestie nu foarte deranjanta,dar cateodata ma cam streseaza si mi-as dori,asa cum ziceam mai sus,sa stau cu cine vreau sa stau si de restul sa fiu lasat in pace.Adica,e doar un of minor si nu ma afecteaza in general,dar azi chiar am fost stresat mai mult decat deobicei.Ce cacat? Daca nici eu nu's fericit atunci cine dracu' mai e fericit in lumea asta?:) Oricum,acum ma simt mai bine....nu stiu,scrisul pe blog ma calmeaza intotdeauna,dar acum nici macar nu eram nervos,ma rog,imi da o stare zen asa.Scrisesem mai demult un &lt;a href="http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/08/reasons-and-futurepart-1reasons.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; in care se aflau motivele pentru care scriu eu un post deobicei.S-au schimbat multe de atunci,parca acuma o fac mai mult pentru ca'mi place si pentru ca am incredere'n mine ca scriu cat de cat ok(thx).Oricum,intre vise cu platforme cu 6 nivele si realitatea in care cateodata sunt stresat de o gloata,prefer visele in care vorbesc pe mess.:) De ce? Pentru ca totul e genial si evident,pentru ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If not yet another spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit : Uitasem sa bag versurile de la o piesa pe care in ultima saptamana am ascultat-o destul de des si mi se pare foarte foarte tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m6FL8inaXY"&gt;Iron maiden-the rincarnation of Benjamin Breeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my life&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the things that happen&lt;br /&gt;Always real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you of my hope&lt;br /&gt;Of my need to reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you on an awkward journey&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should these curses be laid upon me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be forgiven 'til I can break free&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve all this guilt&lt;br /&gt;Pay for my sins with the sale of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons are trapped all inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are gone reach for heaven from hell&lt;br /&gt;My sins are many, my guilt is too heavy&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of knowing, of hiding what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm able to see things, things I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;The lives of a thousand souls weigh heavy down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know they're crying for help reaching out&lt;br /&gt;The burden of them will take me down as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sin of a thousand souls not died in vain&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnate still in me live again&lt;br /&gt;Someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;Something to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;To bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;To exorcise this hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;Something to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;To bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;To exorcise this hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;Something to save me from my hell&lt;br /&gt;A destination&lt;br /&gt;Away from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;Something to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;To bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;To exorcise this hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-9123018486903487638?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/9123018486903487638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=9123018486903487638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9123018486903487638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9123018486903487638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-does-winter-bring.html' title='What does a winter bring?*'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6529115554615927260</id><published>2010-10-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:22:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da,intradevar.</title><content type='html'>Hm,bla bla bla,mi-e lene sa scriu pe blog si de aia nu prea am mai scris in ultimele cateva zile.Va era dor? Nici mie,dar hei,m-a lovit inspiratia si am zis "ionie,trebuie sa scrii un post bun".Chit ca nu prea am idei si nici nu stiu cata coerenta am,avand in vedere ca abea m-am trezit,dar hei "post bun,post bun" rasuna in capul meu de 20 de minute.&lt;br /&gt;Asa,so...ammm...oh fuck it! O sa scriu ce-mi vine ,as usual,fie ca e bun sau nu. Stai,daca momentan imi "venea" sa zic "asta e un post bun",se pune?...Nu? Ma gandeam eu:)&lt;br /&gt;Asa,deci,in ultimele zile am haladuit aiurea intre casa si liceu nu prea am facut mare lucru.M-am simtit foarte aiurea si am avut o dispozitie execrabila ieri si alaltaieri.Nu stiu,cand realizez ca e frig si ca lipseste soarele si ca e ziua doar pseudo (da,am zis pseudo-ziua,hai,hai.),ma cam intristez asa si imi piere cheful.Ma rog,asta se manifesta doar in primele zile din octombrie,atunci cand ziua se pseudoizeaza(intrec masura),dar ma obisnuiesc repede.Mnea,ma rog,au fost 2 zile de rahat intr-o oarecare masura,bineinteles ca au fost si momente dragute si funny,in special azi,si daca nu ar fi fost anumite persoane langa mine la momentul potrivit (simte-te),acuma eram beat intr-un sant,plans mort si cantam ceva ce doar eu intelegeam (i think i'm Irish).&lt;br /&gt;Mda,sunt dobitoc cateodata si imi fac probleme singur si parca ma simt aiurea ca ma agat asa de alti oameni ca sa ma scoata din niste cacaturi care se declansaza in mine.Pe bune,am impresia ca ii stresez aiurea cu probleme inutile si care ar trebui sa ramana eventual la stadiul de "mici temeri" in cel mai bun caz. Si totusi,dupa ce am trecut prin atata cacat,pot sa zic iarasi,cu tot zambetul meu doar pe jumatate dragut,ca sunt foarte heppi si ca nu am probleme si ca life is like a slice of cake.And i like cake and i have spoken!!&lt;br /&gt;Si acum,rezultatul strofocarii intelectuale din ultimele 15 minute inainte de somn si primele 20 de dupa dansul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night had fallen when i've had arrived&lt;br /&gt;stains on the wall and the image of past&lt;br /&gt;seconds of smiles that i've had you deprived&lt;br /&gt;make me afraid that it will all turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;for the world to have bright skyes&lt;br /&gt;but his real quest in life is&lt;br /&gt;for sunshine to reach your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's cloudy and it rains&lt;br /&gt;you think he forgot your name&lt;br /&gt;but he's trapped in vapour chains&lt;br /&gt;sun and rain want all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth is bowing as you walk&lt;br /&gt;quietly he's standing still&lt;br /&gt;friendly faces drawn in chalk&lt;br /&gt;mountains crumble at your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're there out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;i feel magic in the air&lt;br /&gt;and for me it left a mark&lt;br /&gt;banished sorrow and dispair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans cannot comprehend&lt;br /&gt;pleasure's hidding mischief well&lt;br /&gt;demons from heaven descend&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not join the circle crowd&lt;br /&gt;dancing their decaying ways&lt;br /&gt;you'll forget and you'll be bound&lt;br /&gt;lose your soul for all the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no way coming back&lt;br /&gt;none admitts it in the end&lt;br /&gt;truth has taken it's own track&lt;br /&gt;nevermore will you transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl beneath the ruins&lt;br /&gt;of the world that's left behind&lt;br /&gt;evermore looking for answers&lt;br /&gt;wondering what i will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat pentru acum,good night and good luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6529115554615927260?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6529115554615927260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6529115554615927260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6529115554615927260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6529115554615927260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/daintradevar.html' title='da,intradevar.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2520273469265397557</id><published>2010-10-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:05:21.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love you all" (sau despre cum a fost la Ozzy)</title><content type='html'>Uh,imi e foarte greu sa descriu ce am trait in seara asta.Nici nu stiu exact ce sa abordez...muzica?sentimentul? atmosfera? Toate au fost de nota 10+ asa ca nici nu stiu pe ce sa ma axez.Voi incerca sa la combin,so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Deci,in primul rand o sa zic din start ca organizarea a fost foarte,foarte buna si ca intrarea/iesirea/buda/berea nu durau mai mult de 5 minute. Si asa se facea ca eram cu Lupu' la intrare si aveam biletul in mana si imi repetam in minte "merg la ozzy,wow".Si asa tot cu mintea visatoare si uitadu-ma prin jur,pe cine credeti ca vad? Pe Balaurul de la Trooper.Ma uit la Lupu' si ii zic "dude,uite-l pe Balauru' : ,ai pix?zi'mi ca ai pix!!!" "Mereu am pix la mine,hahaha,hai ca vreau sa te vad cum esti penibil".Si asa penibil cum sunt,m-am dus la Balaur si i'am zis "Salut,ammm...nu te supara,imi poti da te rog un autograf?" ":)dap" "aaaa,felicitari pentru ultimul album,asta live" ":)) mersi,mersi,ne vedem in Preoteasa" "normal,mersi frumos si felicitari inca odata pentru album,am fost chiar la concert in sine" "super tare:),fan adevarat" "mersi frumos,salut".Penibil sau nu,I dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;Si asa intru eu la Ozzy,dupa ce tocmai terminasera de cantat baietii de la Transa si cei de la Soarele Acrisor si ma gandeam ca "iarasi astept o ora sau o ora jumate sa inceapa 8".Nu a fost asa.A trecut juma de ora si Ozzy era pe scena,in his full fucking might.In momentul in care i'am auzit vocea aia a lui de corb drogat si i'am vazut fata de corb drogat,o parte din mine a inceput sa planga.Partea aia zicea "Bai,il vezi pe regele heavy metalului,acum ca a murit Dio doar el a mai ramas".Si the Ozzman didn't let us down.No sir,comunicare calumea cu publicul dupa fiecare piesa,20 de minute de vorbit in total pot spune.Oameni multi,oameni care au trait piesele foarte intens si care au tipat din toti rarunchii pana cand nu mai aveau energie sa stea in picioare si totusi nu se asezau jos.Toata lumea a fost inebunita,toata lumea.Oameni de toate catgoriile uniti de Ozzy,pentru Ozzy si avand convingerea ca "bai domnle,pentru asta eu ma arunc si'n cap".Da,asa e,daca Ozzy zicea "jump",we fucking jumped si nu am stat nici eu si nici nimeni altcineva o clipa locului.Saream,dadeam din cap,"we went as crazy as we never been before" si tot tacamul.Acum,din punct de vedere muzical:&lt;br /&gt;Piesele cantate la perfectie de intrumentisti,cu doar 3 microfonii minuscule in tot concertul.Vocea lui Ozzy a fost la inaltime,desi a avum 1-2 momente in care se auzea ca are 62 de ani (in prima piesa,Bark at the moon chiar nu avea vocea incalzita calumea),dar merita un 9.5 lejer.O voce extraordinara,inconfundabila care nu va muri niciodata,pentru ca multimita unui cretin ca Ozzy noi avem azi metalul.Heavy metalul,care asa cum a zis Dio,nu o sa moara niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai tare piesa live: Fairies wear boots (eram mort)&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai "putin tare": Bark at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Surpriza placuta : Killer of Giants (extraordinara)&lt;br /&gt;Piesa care a avut cea mai tare atmosfera: Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;Piesa la care s-a urlat cel mai mult: Iron man&lt;br /&gt;Piesa care ma va face sa imi amintesc concertul: War pigs si Crazy train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest,despre intrumentisti nu am nimic de comentat,au fost la inaltime,au fost perfecti,fara nici o gherla si se vedea ca eram in tema si in spirit cu Ozzy si cu tot ce inseamna Ozzy sau Black Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre sentimentul pe care l-am trait....ei bine,cum sa va explic,eu de mic am fost crescut cu rock si am adoptat de foarte mult timp spiritul de heavy metal si a devenit o parte din mine.Pentru mine,anumite trupe inseamna foarte mult  si heavy metalul la fel.De aceea pun multa pasiune cand e vorba de metal si de orice trupa care imi place,iar astazi,am simtit o parte din mine cum se clatina.Am simtit cu m-a intalat muzica si cum mi-au dat lacrimile din nimic.Pur si simplu este ue sentiment pe care nu il pot descrie.A fost superb si doar Ozzy si Maiden pot sa scoata asta din mine.&lt;br /&gt;In incheiere,a fost un concert de nota 10 si m-a lasat fara cuvinte.Bravo Ozzy,bravo pentru seara asta si pentru tot ce ai facut pentru muzica heavy metal in ultimii 40 de ani. Orice ar fi frate,Ozzy ramane Ozzy.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2520273469265397557?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2520273469265397557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2520273469265397557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2520273469265397557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2520273469265397557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you-all-sau-despre-cum-fost-la.html' title='&quot;I love you all&quot; (sau despre cum a fost la Ozzy)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6875253776166120238</id><published>2010-09-26T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:15:56.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When one of your friends is dating an old woman</title><content type='html'>-Age is irelevant,it only matters what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;-The only thing inside her is dust and undigested mastodont meat.&lt;br /&gt;- :&lt;br /&gt;- Se lost her virginity during World War II,and knowing her,not with one of our guys&lt;br /&gt;-She isn't that old&lt;br /&gt;-Oh come on,i bet she was an eyewitness to the birth of agriculture&lt;br /&gt;-Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;-Her high school graduation pictures are probably carved on a cave wall in France&lt;br /&gt;-Are you done?&lt;br /&gt;-........Her prom theme was fire.&lt;br /&gt;- 8- You feel good about dating women that have the same IQ as their age?&lt;br /&gt;- I could ask you the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;-By the way,she sent you flowers with a note attached.Wait untill you see it;))&lt;br /&gt;-You read the note?X(&lt;br /&gt;-I couldn't,it's in Sumerian&lt;br /&gt;-Ok,i get it...she's old&lt;br /&gt;-It was delivered by a roman centurion.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok,stop it.&lt;br /&gt;-Her first car was a chariot.She called her first husband "hun" because he was one.Her first Christmas was the first Christmas.She likes to take long walks on the beach after crawling out of the ocean and growing legs.Her birthstone is lava.Her first one way was the Big Bang.&lt;br /&gt;-You know,she's rich right?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes,richer than God,whom she's known since she was 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6875253776166120238?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6875253776166120238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6875253776166120238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6875253776166120238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6875253776166120238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-one-of-your-friends-is-dating-and.html' title='When one of your friends is dating an old woman'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8675906692064780344</id><published>2010-09-23T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:53:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea mult "rose" si prea putin "guns"</title><content type='html'>Eh,iata ca am fost si la Guns 'N' Roses si trebuie sa o spun din start,ca sa stiti cam ce fel de post cititi,parerea mea sincer,vorbind strict muzical,este ca a supt.&lt;br /&gt;Eu zic ca a fost un adevarat fiasco acest Gnr live la Bucuresti,si nu pentru ca ar fi fost la Bucuresti,NU pentru ca a fost o organizare de cacat si NU pentru ca nu era Slash in trupa.&lt;br /&gt;Mai degraba as fi tentat sa spun ca pentru ca au intarziat ca niste rednecksi adevarati 2 ore si publicul a stat in frig  sa astepte un betivo-drogalau cu pretentii de vedeta rock a supt de la inceput.Dar hei,Axl rose,visul umed al oricarei fetitie ce abia atinge pubertatea si traieste din vise umede ce au murit cu peste 15 ani in urma.Serios,de cate ori nnu am auzit "Guns? LOL,sunt super tari si Axl ce bun era,m'as fi futut cu el"-bravo tie,tanara domnisoara,eu nu m'as fi futut cu el si totusi cred ca am mai mult habar de Guns decat ai tu si cred la fel de mult ca pot sami formez o parere mult mai corecta si impartiala decat matale despre un concert Guns si despre Guns in general,dar hei,Paradise City...uhuuuu,m'am udat toata.Bineinteles,acum,ca Axl Rose e gras si duhneste a cheeseburgeri nu mai e marfa  si desigur,niciuna dintre aceste specimene nu a ascultat ultimul album Guns,Chinese Democracy.Un album bun,dupa parerea mea,doar cu 2-3 piese cam slabe,dar per total un album care mi'a placut din prima si caruia ii dau lejer 8.5 cel putin.Dar hei,cui dracu ii pasa de muzica?Ei bine,mie.&lt;br /&gt;Deci,au intarziat 2 ore si apoi au inceput sa cante...intro epic de trailer si apoi incep baietii cu piesa Chinese Democracy."Hei,o piesa care chiar imi place"mi'am spus,pana cand a deschis Axl gura si de atunci am ramas ":" cam pe toata durata concertului.Am citit pe un blog ca cica a fost comunicare cu publicul....unde ma'as a fost ma? A zis 3 cuvinte in tot concertul si alea ar fi trebuit sa fie "i am sorry"...Defapt,a fost piesa Sorry..."I'm sorry for you,not sorry for me"...de acord prietene,de ce sati para rau de niste oameni care au dat bani destul de multi sa te vada?Ai bani cu droaia,ce mai conteaza niste fraieri? Arunca'le tata un show de rahat cu niste fireworks si cu juma din concert playback (da,asta facea cand se auzea mai incet vocea lui,pentru ca multi oameni au zis  ca "se auzea in valuri".Asa este,se auzea tare de iti sareau urechile si iti venea sa te dai cu capul de ceva tare atunci cand era el pe bune la voce),baga si tu acolo la sfrasit 3 cuvinte si date'n figuri tot timpul.Ma rog,este un arogant si un jegos plin de fite in cap acest Alecsandru Trandafir si nu m'a imrpesionat chiar niciodata cu nimic.Candva a avut o voce ok si chiar canta bine,apoi...a devenit,asa cum a zis si el "a richi filthy ass-hole" si la durut in pula de tot.Pentru nesimtiti de genul asta eu nu mai dau bani in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Tin sa zic o vorba de'a lui taicamiu legata de concertele astea "daca nu mergi cu asteptari,nu ai cum sa fii dezamagit".Asa este si intradevar ma asteptam sa fie un rahat.Un rahat cu artificii si cu November Rain,ha,ce sa zic.Preferam sa astept 2 ore o pizza in timp ce beam o bere,fumam o tigara si ascultam GNR la mp3 si chiar daca mi'ar fi venit rece si fara mozarella nu m'as fi suprat asa de tare decat ca in cazul in care un bou si'ar fi batut joc de mine.Exact asta a fost guns...un concert rece si fara mozzarella.Ca dovada,am si racit si mi'e pofta de branza in momentul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Vocea lui,dupa cum spuneam a fost proasta.Proasta rau,cu pauze in versuri,timpi aiurea si playback suficient.Intrumentistii au fost foarte ok,mai putin panarama aia care incerca sa il imite pe Slash,Dj Tiesto sau whatever.Ar trebui ca intrumentistii aia sa plece si sa'si faca o noua trupa,cu Scot Weiland la voce,trupa care sa se cheme "AXL ROSE".Si totusi,multi o sa zica ca nu a fost playback,dar eu zic ca devreme ce se auzea ca el canta si pe ecran era un delay de vreo 2 secunde si sunetul tobei mari avea fructuatii,in sensul ca uneori din toba mare lipseau cateodata bassi (si nu,nu poti sa reglezi asta din sunet,decat daca se opreste tobarul si baga acolo 2-3 prosoape) a fost destul de playback,nu tot timpul,dar a fost si taicamiu si a plecat dupa 4 piese zicand "este un playback ordinar" si parca totusi tind sa cred ca taicamiu,care la fel ca si mine nu avea asteptari,este mult mai corect in formularea unei pareri decat cineva fanatic care isi face deziluzii cum ca ar fi fost "super tare" and shit,ca nu a fost,sa fim serios.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cand am fost acum 3 ani la Deep Purple si taicamiu imi zicea "bai Gilan a sunat de cacat" eu ziceam "hai ca sa auzit bine"...si totusi,acum ca imi amintesc,da,vocea lui Gilan a fost de rahat atunci si totusi Gilan e un mare solist,poate pionierul heavy-metalului.SI? A sunat prost.Avea 60 de ani si de la atata alcol si tigari i sa dus vocea,so?&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxal,au fost si momente extraordinare,care au salvat acest concert.Momente foarte foarte dragute care nu ma fac sa regret ca am mers.&lt;br /&gt;Dar stau si ma intreb ce dracu cred oamenii care nu au avut parte,si va zic eu ca nimeni nu a avut parte,de momente ca ale mele?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu,multora nu le'a placut si ii inteleg.Altora le'a placut si desi nu sunt de acord cu ei,ii inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;Mie,daca e sa iau totul ca atare,mi'a placut super mult si nu pentru ca ar fi cantat GNR cine stie ce.Puteam sa fiu si la un restaurant si mi'ar fi placut la fel de mult.De la telavizor am auzit ca a fost de cacat si de pe siteuri cam tot asa.Parerile sunt impartite intre subiectivi si obiectivi,asta e clar.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,in urmatorul post,fenomenul superficialitatii in muzica,post greu,greu de tot.&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci,ma bag sa ascult Civil War,ca tot n'au cantat'o si cred ca e mai bine asa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8675906692064780344?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8675906692064780344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8675906692064780344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8675906692064780344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8675906692064780344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/prea-mult-rose-si-prea-putin-guns.html' title='Prea mult &quot;rose&quot; si prea putin &quot;guns&quot;'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-3274967611659022637</id><published>2010-09-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:05:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a funny story (postul 100)</title><content type='html'>Salut,iata ca a venit postul cu numarul 100.De 2 ani de cand am blogul am scris doar 100 de posturi? Wow,si asta e un record:).&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic,voi incepe prin a multumi tuturor celor care mi'au citit macar unul dintre cele 100 de inutilitati de p'aici.Nu sunteti normali,eu nu m'as citi.&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat,am ajuns ca acum,dupa 2 ani de bloggareala sa ma uit inapoi si sa ma minunez de cat de ciudat(ca sa nu zic prost) scriam inainte,nu ca acum as facea-o prea grozav.&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca un "la mai multe" s'ar potrivi acum:)O sa mai scriu ceva de genul asta la postul 200 care va fi cand deja cred ca voi fi la facultate.Am auzit voci (si nu erau doar in capul meu) care mi'au spus "nu scrii destul de des".Asa o fi,dar nici nu vreau.Nu pot sa ma fortez sa scriu in fiecare zi sau o data la doua doar ca sa aiba cineva ce citi,ca nu sunt redactor la vreun ziar de scandal,ba sunt chiar un biet blogger,aporape anomin,a carui existena este cunoscuta de prea putine persoane.Si nu cred ca ar fi altfel nici daca as fi "one of the big ones" sau ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum,sa incerc macar sa scriu postul asta asa cum vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Heh,parca in ultima vreme sunt cam irascibil,dar macar sunt irascibil cu cine trebuie.Sunt irascibil pentru ca parca au inceput sa ma enerveze tot felul de lucruri pe care le fac oamenii care ma inconjoara.Parca sunt mai selectiv in ce priveste un om cu care sa am o conversatie si caruia sa nu ii zic din prima "bai,o sugi,pleaca'n alta parte".De ce fac asta? Hmm,pentru ca probabil mi s-a cam acrit de idioti,idioti pe care inainte nu ii judecam si nu ma interesa cat de retardati sunt defapt,ci mai mult mergeam pe principiul "E bautor,fumator si de caterinca?...hmm merge".Multi imi vor spune "E mai bine sa nu'i bagi in seama".Ba nu.De ce? Simplu:pentru ca ma enerveaza si pentru ca am ajuns sa nu mai suport oameni ale caror conceptii in viata sunt similare cu cele ale unui babuin in calduri.Si parca nu am vreo jena sau lovesc unde doare,si nici nu as vrea sa am,caci pokemonul este periculos lasat in stare libera,gata oricand sa se bage pe sub pielea unor oameni suficient de idioti (ba mai idioti decat el chiar) cat sa il accepte si sa  zica "vai cat de super ok esti" ca mai apoi sa iti dea tot grupul in cap.Iar daca acest lucru se va mai intampla,daca imi voi mai lua puli in gura si voi fi ranit din cauza ca nu stiu cine i-a zis nu stiu ce cuiva care a fost suficient de naiv sa il creada,atunci i'm out and i will not return.&lt;br /&gt;Pe de alta parte,lately am fost cu moralul jos,jos,jos de tot.Parca totul era de rahat si parca eu eram mai de rahat decat tot,decat orice altceva.Mi'am mai revenit eu cu ceva ajutor si acuma nu mai sunt chiar atat  de rau.Ma rog,si parca totusi interpretez lucrurile in moduri dubioase mai mult ca deobicei,nu stiu de ce.Presupun ca am momente in care parca nu simt ca "nu am nici un motiv sa'mi fac griji' si atunci e naspa.Si in momentele de genu ala am nevoie de o mana,de un picior,de orice.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,nu prea conteaza,ideea e ca acum nu sunt "vindecat" complet de chestia asta si acum am un moment din ala,in care interpretez rahaturi in mintea mea and shit.Imi trece repede,depinde de stare destul de mult.O sa fiu ok,defapt cred ca sunt ok si acum doar ca sunt un pic idiot si imi place asa sa'mi fac probleme cand ma plictisesc.Kinky,nu?:)&lt;br /&gt;Pana data viitoare,Bafta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3274967611659022637?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3274967611659022637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=3274967611659022637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3274967611659022637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3274967611659022637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-funny-story-postul-100.html' title='What a funny story (postul 100)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-3428716180335683573</id><published>2010-09-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T04:56:06.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dimineata la 14:05,satirizand o leapsa</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca ma plictisesc si mi'a fost trimisa aceasta leapsa,m'am gandit sa o si completez,dar intr-un mod cat se poate de aberant si random.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: Insvisible&lt;br /&gt;- Age: for a while&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: superficialitate si pokemonismul&lt;br /&gt;- Allergic: la lipsa unei pokemingi cand ai nevoie de ea&lt;br /&gt;- Animal:Lilla Boss&lt;br /&gt;- Actor: yeps&lt;br /&gt;B- Beer: Guiness,stejar,heineken si timi&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: 10 iulie/salonta&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: adica ce am si eu si  are si cineva de sex opus,nu? vagin,evident&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: Well,love:)&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf: chel.&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: british moisture in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: Da si inca mai sunt&lt;br /&gt;- Been bitched out?: nu&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: yep...concerte,teatru,speaking etc&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: not quite&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets?: la cati dubiosi cunosc,scosi parca din anusul lui venus,da!.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles?: would've been dead if i would not belive in miracles&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic?: hmm,maybe&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan?: maybe...yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa?: devreme ce cred in cele 2 de mai sus,presupun ca pot sa cred si in Santa&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits?: Dupa ce vad ceva pe discovery cam da&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution?: Evolution,revolution and regress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Car: buss and cab:X&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: sure&lt;br /&gt;- Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: La sfrasitul clasei a 8-a&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: chocolate,what?&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: Mexican&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: Caaaaake&lt;br /&gt;- Countries to visit: anything in west&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day or Night: Seara&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: Panzer&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: Mereu obligat de cate o nebuna caruia ii placea sa ma vada insurubandu-ma in podea.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain?: if you call that dancing,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the middle of the street?: idem&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits?: banana&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: Draguti:)&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: evil toughts&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class? Latina intr-a 9-a,dar deh,ma trecut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- First crush: Ma'ta/Anuta&lt;br /&gt;- Full name: Uivarosi Ioan Tiberiu al 7-lea&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: Here i go again,on and on and on and on and it's fuckin' Heaven and Hell&lt;br /&gt;- Food: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Greatest Fear: Being replaced,se stie&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker: Giver toata ziua si nu primesc niciodata nimic:-??&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: am luat vreo 2 acu o saptamana&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: Gum sa fie&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: dap&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charms: Da,ala in care ma pun in par sa dorm si zic "hei,o sa treaca 1 secunda si va fi dimineata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hair Colour: Saten dechis (pentru oameni normali),Blond (pentru aia carora le permit)- Height: 1.77-&lt;br /&gt; Happy: Meal?&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays: Da!&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: quickly&lt;br /&gt;- Health freak?: neah&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: Da si in ultima vreme parca incepe sa mi se lungeasca lista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I(In guys/girls)- Eye colour: Galbeni&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: Caprui&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 40 de degete.&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing Style: Victorian&lt;br /&gt;- Characteristics: smart,funny,cute,smileish,loyal,understanding and helpful&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: Ice&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: TOBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Jewelry:Nu meris&lt;br /&gt;- Job: Neah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: I already have 8 in my closet,please deliver/mail me more&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: Karate,ya!&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: Am vreo 2 de cand eram cocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Longest Car Ride: Had one wich lasted like 13 hours de la Buc la Salonta&lt;br /&gt;- Love:ly&lt;br /&gt;- Letter: Only the best&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: da,si viceversa&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: Mirror,Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Milk flavour: Nu prea imi place gustul de lapte&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: i think ill see one,thank you.SW FTW&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone?: Sunned twice as more&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: Yea&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;- McD’s or BK: Shaorma de la orizont,BAFTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: I think so...&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: 300&lt;br /&gt;- Number: of the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Overused Phrases: Evident,bafta,unde mergem,cat mai e,Taxi?&lt;br /&gt;- One wish:Escapte to another world&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia: looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Place you’d like to live: Somewhere in time&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quail: Aaaa...I dont know...I'll have the soup&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: Now you're just being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason to cry:A song,a memory,reality and bad situations&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V.:Papy's Room-See how someone can stay 5 months indoors&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: City FM,dah!:X&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: In two circles&lt;br /&gt;S- Song: Black sabbath-Heaven and hell,Sabaton-Wolfpack si Megadeth-In my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 42&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: dap&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school: 167 absente anu treuct&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: Yeah,4 or 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body?: dont remind me&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked?: yep,still doing it regulary.&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped?: yea&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: da,sau o data la 2 zile max&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: Some say yes&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: aaaa....yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: At midnight&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animals?:i have a brazilian mamoth in my desk&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: O pokeminge!&lt;br /&gt;T- Time for bed: Now?Come on!&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: Sabaton's&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?:Before the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unpredictable: Undefinable&lt;br /&gt;- Under the influence?: of stupid people for 2 years,dar m'am lasat”.&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding?: These questions? No. In rest,eu zic ca da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you hate: Bobocii de anu asta&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: Papy&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: Boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Weakness: Ok,stii ce? E mult de scris si nu vreau sami expun o slabiciune personala intr-un rahat de leapsa&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: I'll be older.&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Paps?&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most:Nostalgia critic:)&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: Knowing that there is no one to help or understand you&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: Hand model ffs!&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: Where do we go now? In burta lui Axl Rose&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: Mult prea cald&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with a book on your head? Yes,right after i was done swiming with a Dvd tied to my neck&lt;br /&gt;X- X-Rays: Sure&lt;br /&gt;Y-Year it is now: The year of our fall&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow: submarine?&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zoo animal:Poenarus Domesticum&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: ceva ce nu seama a Rac,dar ma rog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iata ca am temrinat aceasta leapsa,inuman de lunga,cu care ,trebuie sa o spun,m'am distrat:)&lt;br /&gt;Ionie 1 Leapsa 0&lt;br /&gt;Bafta!(ca tot ziceam ca e overused)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3428716180335683573?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3428716180335683573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=3428716180335683573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3428716180335683573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3428716180335683573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/dimineata-la-1405satirizand-o-leapsa.html' title='dimineata la 14:05,satirizand o leapsa'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8507192844373138130</id><published>2010-09-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:36:29.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West (lyrics randomly written)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Part I-for the one thing i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when i look to the horizont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i see the life we never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the leagues perverting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all the distance of the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and no matter what i'll do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and no matter what i'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how could we be getting trough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when you so far away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;may the ignorants be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with the falseness or the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dont go in the hornets nest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do not vow the common crest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R:cos when the dark falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and as your voice calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to live another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'll show a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with a tear in my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bring you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it never does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but while it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no matter what i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun is always setting to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when even hope fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'll be waitin' in my dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and as the fool hails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everything that makes me scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i still belive in miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i still belive in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and when the courtain's coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we'll be getting trough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and how i wish that you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this dying world-a diffrent view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for all the hope i gave to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and left just none for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cos when the dark falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you take me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and as your voice calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to live another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'll show a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with a tear in my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bring you backit never does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but while it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no matter what i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun is always setting to the west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no matter of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun will be always settling in the west&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 and finale-for everything that i hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rise above the common man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's so hard to comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but in heaven you'll transcend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you do not let yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;subjugated by the damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fools are comming to steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fragments of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;till you cannot feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and willingly,in an abys of delusions,forever you will fal!&lt;br /&gt;You will fall! You will fall!You will fall!You will fall from the edge of humanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the place i cannot reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;,Even further than the one you're in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's no earthly place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You will forget my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love killed by disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Raptures of what's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You dont need someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cos you have everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the ship and all the crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the nazi and the jew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cos you've got everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but that is not the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dont wanna hear the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dont care about the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you wanna hear the truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you dont have anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but anyone has you.&lt;br /&gt;R:-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8507192844373138130?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8507192844373138130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8507192844373138130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8507192844373138130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8507192844373138130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/west-lyrics.html' title='West (lyrics randomly written)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-4608401866091276105</id><published>2010-09-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:34:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback spre prezent (check it out)</title><content type='html'>Eh,pentru ca lipsa de inspiratie persista precum mirosul unui sconx calcat de camion intr-un magazin chinezesc,iata ca am decis sa fac un mic flashback all the way 2 years ago.Daca imi amintesc eu bine,cred ca am scris intr-un post versurile de la 2 cantece peste care am dat aleatoriu ieri cand ascultam albumul Electric de la Trooper.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,mi'am amintit ce simteam si traiam pe piesele astea doua,chiar daca sunt unele dintre piesele mai puti cunoscute ale baietilor de la Trooper,mereu mi s'au parut niste cantece foarte,foarte misto,cu mesaj si cu o linie melodica cum n'am mai auzit la o trupa romaneasca.Mi'am amintit si de ce ziceam eu ca "astea 2 sunt unele dintre cantecele mele preferate" sau "Dude....astea sunt like one za best songs ever written".&lt;br /&gt;Pai,desi nu stiu pe cata lume o sa intereseze,le recomand tuturor si de cele mai multe ori oamenilor le plac piesele recomandate de mine,adica niciodata nu am auzit "coae,this sucks".&lt;br /&gt;Si astea sunt 2 piese pe care eu le consider un "must" pentru oricine a ascultat vreodata ceva cu chitari si tobe.Adica,nu prea spun eu asta despre toate piesele,dar...those are really worth checking out,trust me dudes,si daca nu ii place vreunuia dintre voi macar una dintre piese,eu ma las de blogareala(nu,nu o sa fac asta pentru ca cine stie ce coclit mai da pe aici si nu ii place si ca sa reformulez "ahem,cui nu'i place sa ma pupe jos,caci nu dau 2 bani pe parerea lui")&lt;br /&gt;Piesa 1: Trooper-Testament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzPD22WOCGs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzPD22WOCGs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piesa cu un mesaj genial,cu versuri foarte ok si cu un featuring la voce cu tipul de la Chrom Dioxid si sa nu mai vorbesc de o linie melodica de care efectiv m'am indragostit pe loc.Voi pune si versurile de la piese,nu ca n'ar fi in romana,dar mno,nu ma pot abtine;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să n-alungi tot ce ai avut, ce-i curat, ce e nobil şi bun&lt;br /&gt;Şi să strangi mai apoi doar pustiul la pieptul tău.&lt;br /&gt;Să fii tu şi numai tu, doar pe tine mereu stăpan.&lt;br /&gt;Să n-alungi ce ai avut, să nu alungi - să n-alungi ce-ai iubit.&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi lacrimi, foc de lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Ce cad in jurul meu,&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi visul, tot ce inseamnă&lt;br /&gt;Ochi de jar in gandul rau.&lt;br /&gt;De-ar fi lacrimi, cer de lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Şi totul este rău&lt;br /&gt;Am sa caut lumea toată,&lt;br /&gt;Să strig in locul tău&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a piesa: Trooper-O viata este prea mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xwEy_o9UEM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xwEy_o9UEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oho,grea piesa,grea,dar...ei bine,geniala si chiar nu prea stiu cum sa o descriu.Ce sa zic,a fost una dintre primele piese Trooper care mi'a placut(cam la a 5-a ascultare,ca de,eram mai greu de cap).Este o piesa completa(si nu pentru ca are 10 minute).Nu e genul de piesa pe care sa o asculti pe sarite,pentru ca e foarte complexa si are 5-6 riffuri si momente diferite in care ritmul si linia melodica sunt total diferite.Este piesa lor care m'a "atins" cel mai mult.Este piesa pe care am plans.Este piesa pe care plang.Este piesa ale caror versuri m'au intrigat extrem de tare si este piesa ale caror versuri ar trebui citite de fie ce persoana.Este piesa despre care atunci cand am fost la Trooper,lansarea "rock n roll pozitiv" Morrison de la Metalhead a scris:&lt;br /&gt;"Remarcabila experienta am trait cand strecurandu-ma pe la etaj sa trag niste poze, vreo 5-6 liceeni (erau a 9-a maxim cred) faceau un fel de pogo-din-jungla-africana pe "O viata este prea mult". Viitorul suna bine :) "(:X:X da,eu eram nebunul ala fara tricou care tipa si avea lacrimi in ochi) .&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,sper sa va placa si it's really worth checking out and the lyrics too.:)&lt;br /&gt;"Şi ce dacă ganduri nu mai am,&lt;br /&gt;Şi ce dacă timpul s-a oprit in mintea mea,&lt;br /&gt;Şi ce dacă-ncerc să mă ascund...(nu pot)&lt;br /&gt;Să te găsesc, să te privesc şi să te uit...&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu mai pot aşa, alerg in lumea ta...da&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare zi, pentru anii care vin,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru visul meu de-a şti că pot zbura,&lt;br /&gt;Focuri se aprind pe cer, singur mă ridic spre el,&lt;br /&gt;Aripi cresc din soare - pot zbura.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea fără tine nu o vreau,&lt;br /&gt;Printre cărţi, o ghicitoare-mi spune totul clar:&lt;br /&gt;"N-ai s-o ai pentru ca ai sa mori&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu te poţi ascunde, se va sfarşi in zori..."&lt;br /&gt;Stau singur, m-ascund, privesc in trecut,&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri se scurg, in noroi le arunc,&lt;br /&gt;E noapte şi ger, in mine - furtună,&lt;br /&gt;Ştiu că de azi n-am să mai văd lumină...&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe tine nu te uit.&lt;br /&gt;In stele te văd, eşti ca o lumină,&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să te simt un minut langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai să ştii pe unde-am plecat,&lt;br /&gt;In ce ploi am urcat, din ce ploi am picat...&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe tine nu te uit.&lt;br /&gt;Mai dă-mi doar o zi şi tot se va sfarşi,&lt;br /&gt;Mai dă-mi un sărut, apoi am să te uit&lt;br /&gt;O ultimă seară - ce moarte genială!&lt;br /&gt;Un ultim răspuns in gand ai să-l auzi.&lt;br /&gt;Priviri se-agaţă-ncet de noi,&lt;br /&gt;Priviri mă trag ca un pietroi şi simt - e in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;Cand vantul şopteşte c-ai plecat,&lt;br /&gt;Pentr-o secundă mor şi iarăşi vin să te găsesc.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă maine n-aş mai fi,&lt;br /&gt;Oare iţi vei aminti&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-a fost cu noi odată.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă maine, poate,&lt;br /&gt;Am să plec in şoapte,&lt;br /&gt;Tu vei fi la fel ca azi.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am aflat că pentru voi&lt;br /&gt;In viaţă a face rău este un scop, mai bine plec.&lt;br /&gt;In cer am pierdut ce am iubit,&lt;br /&gt;In cer am să caut linistit acum sufletul tau.&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut o zi, departe eşti mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Cat de mult mi-e dor s-aud un gand al tau,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot să exist făra iubirea ta,&lt;br /&gt;Simt in suflet şi mi-e greu atingerea.&lt;br /&gt;E scris in stele tu să fii cu mine&lt;br /&gt;In viaţa asta scurtă şi străină,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n fiecare zi de-apoi, in Rai vom fi tot doi,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n fiecare zi de-apoi vom fi tot noi...&lt;br /&gt;O viaţă este prea mult pentru un minut de moarte...&lt;br /&gt;O viaţă este prea mult..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat pentru acum,bafta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-4608401866091276105?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2890151845788177076</id><published>2010-09-11T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:15:48.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aberatie totala(de citit daca nu ai ce face si daca nu ai mintile acasa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Acum,ca m'am intors pe pamant,la ora 10 si ceva,dupa o noapte nedormita si dupa o escapada de zile mari prin locuri magice din tara asta,iata ce iese:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Metalhead: cefa mai labs?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Labs???&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: yes&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: it's a word i just invented&lt;br /&gt;Mike: I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: cum ii zic lui papy&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: paps&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: stii tu&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: labs&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: de la labar&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: sau laboratoare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: nu m'am hotarat&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: uite&lt;br /&gt; Metalhead: is la wolfum&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: cu vali&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: si am jucat lego SW all night &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Lool&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Au fost bune ciupercile?)&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ca dupa ploaie maic&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ca dupa ploaie &lt;br /&gt;Mike: You killed Kenny!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You bastard!&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: yes&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: i had &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: scrumptious &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: to say the least&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: vii luni? &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: maic&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: did you ever had a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: like&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Da&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: literally&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: torn to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: feeling like someone&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ripped it apart,threw it on the sidewalk and then spet on her?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: If I had wouldn't I be dead now???&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: metaphoricly speaking&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: man&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: did you ever feel that?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: just answer the fucking question!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You broke up with Mada'&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: nu&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: have you?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: do you understand life?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yea I had&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: did you ever bleed iside?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: good&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: i didn't &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Dude&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Why do you ask me these questions??!! &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: dunno &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: fun&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: priceless conv&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: as always &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: coaie&lt;br /&gt;Mike: With me or in general? &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: with'cha&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: do you know the diffrence between a beer and a molestation?(joke)&lt;br /&gt;Mike: A woman?? &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: no&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Ok&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Say it&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: do you?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: DO YOU MIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: YOU KNOW THE DIFFRENCE?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ANSWER ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Nyet&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: GODDAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ok&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: wanna grab a beer sometime? &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Sure    (EPIC!)&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: iti dau 10 secunde sa te prinzi de gluma&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Einz&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Zwei&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Drei&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Vier&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: vier esti tu&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Fünf&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Sechs&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: funfa'i ma'ta &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Sieben&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Acht&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Neun&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: sechs sa faci cu cine oi vrea,da nu cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Zehn&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: si nu mai zi Acht ca nuti fac nimic &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: neun? noon? e deja pranzul?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: si da&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: sunt zehn&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: la ora asta&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Te cheama Zehn&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: "zen"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Mike: What have you done&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ??&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: dude&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: tu chiar nu te'ai prins de gluma ma? &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Chick &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Nu&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: do you know the diffrence between a beer and a molestation?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: -no&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: -ok,wanna grab a beer sometime?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Sunt half spart, half beat, half nedormit&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: coae...&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: nici macar acum? &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Am prins acuma gluma&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: atunci razi in pnm&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: pune si tu &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: din alea "=))))))"&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: asa&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Nu mai vin la o bere cu tine&lt;br /&gt; Mike: Tu vrei sa-l inșel pe Steve cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Nu se va intampla asta&lt;br /&gt;Mike: )&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: fals...&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: fal ( u ) s &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: bestie! &lt;br /&gt;Mike: Who the fuck is Alice? &lt;br /&gt;Mike: My spoon is too big&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: i tought we were taling 'bout you and steve,but if you wanna bring alice in this &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: sure &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: great,now we are talkin about&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: you,steve,alice and your huge spoon?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: My spoon is too big&lt;br /&gt;Mike: I am a banana &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: sunt "zehn" in momentul asta&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: asa ca nu o sa vomit pe tastatura lupului&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: ma rog&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: e treaba ta cu cine faci&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: "sechs"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: O sa iti dau un "vier" in cap de dracu te ia &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: o sa arunci cu un porc in mine?&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: defapt e mesaj subliminal&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: vrei sa sari pe mine&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: e pretext ca sa ma atingi&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Mmnnhh&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: vrei sa ma faci sa zic &lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: "acht"&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: nu it voi satisface perversiunile&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: schweinule&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: la revedere&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: o zi placuta si tie domnule&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Schweinhund ce esti&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: pastreaza restul&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: atat&lt;br /&gt;Metalhead: B@FT@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lipsa de inspiratie,dar dupa 10-34 ore de somn o sa'mi vina iar si o sa fiu bec in blec:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2890151845788177076?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2890151845788177076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2890151845788177076' title='0 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-928033796496280443</id><published>2010-09-06T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:37:07.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 chestii dubioase despre mine</title><content type='html'>ok,si iata ca (nu ma intrebati cum) am ajuns in situatia de a scrie 17 chestii ciudate despre mine.Pff,nici nu stiu de unde sa incep,ma rog,o sa scriu si eu ce'mi vine si ce mi se pare mie cat de cat hmmm...dubios? Off,5Fdp,Inflames si Sbaton pe fundal,fuck yeah! cred ca o sa bag niste versuri de la ei la sfrasitul postului,as usual:)&lt;br /&gt;17-am 8 brichete acasa si mereu le uit pe/sub/in birou si niciodata nu am bricheta la mine&lt;br /&gt;16-am un tv in camera la care nu mam uitat niciodata-pur si simplu imi e lene sa il conectez la unul dintre celalate tvuri si de multe ori am chef sa ma uit la Tv si nu am unde,pentru ca restu's ocupate.&lt;br /&gt;15-am un steag cu Athletic Bilbao-este ciudat,pentru ca pur si simplu habar nu am nimic despre echipa aia,dar hei,sta bine mersi in camera mea(l'am primit de la spaniol de ziua mea cand am fost in Anglia)&lt;br /&gt;14-folosesc un modem Vodafone-Da,stiu ca multi altii au aceasi problema.Nu stiu de ce dracu' cineva ar folosi un modem mobil pentru pc-ul de acasa cand ar putea avea un internet normal cu o viteza DECENTA.&lt;br /&gt;13-am 23 de tricouri cu trupe,dap,o gramada si cu trupe bune&lt;br /&gt;12-innot in cele mai reci ape posibile-iata o chestie destul de ciudata,am inotat la viata mea in ape de 0 grade fara probleme,chiar atunci cand la mal era zapada(si nu,nam racit)&lt;br /&gt;11-mereu incerc sami fac o noua intrare(in fiecare zi,chiar daca nu imi iese intotdeauna),sa surprind cu ceva nou si eventual un nou "punch-line".&lt;br /&gt;10-nu imi fac parul cu placa-o intrebare care mi'a fost pusa de toata lumea pe care am cunoscut-o pana acum.Nu,prieteni,nu imi fac parul cu placa,doar sampon si o perie care inca nu stiu cum de mai traieste.&lt;br /&gt;9-am fost "violat" pentru un cd cu Helloween(don't ask si da,era tipa)&lt;br /&gt;8-nu suport francezii-am fost numit chiar si francofob si mi se pare o chestie destul de,nu stiu...adica nu e prea comuna presupun:))&lt;br /&gt;7-stiu maghiara-nu prea mult,dar ma descurc,de ce? pentru ca's bozgor pe jumate,baftaaa!&lt;br /&gt;6-am fost in Anglia de 4 ori pana acum-Deobicei oamenii viziteaza o tara 1 data sau eventual de 2 ori daca le'a placut,dar nu eu,nup,eu am ales sa merg acolo de 4 ori,atat de maniac sunt.&lt;br /&gt;5-nu pot sa adorm fara muzica-am incercat,dar chiar nu'mi iese...fara un mp3 si ceva metale nu pot sa pun geana pe geana,si asta ne aduce la urmatorul punct.&lt;br /&gt;4-pot sa adorm doar pe metale grele-pe balade si chestii soft/slow chiar nu'mi iese,in schimb daca imi bagi In Flames sau Five finger death punch sau eluveitie,peste 2 minute sforai:)&lt;br /&gt;3-Nu'mi place Nirvana-Asta socheaza lumea deobicei "cum? nu iti place Nirvana? Dar Kurt Cobain...chestii".Nu.Nu suport nirvana si nu il suport nici pe Cobain.punct!&lt;br /&gt;2-Lotr and SW maniac!-Da,de cand eram mic si am vazut filmele alea am fost ceva gen "omg,this is the shit!"In clasa a 6-a citisem deja tot ce scosese Tolkien si stiam sa citesc/scriu/vorbesc quenyana(elf language) si in plus stiam filmele/cartile pe derost si chiar ceva mai mult,citisem vreo 23 carti Star Wars care nu aveau legatura cu filmele si etc.&lt;br /&gt;1.Am vocea lui Axl Rose-Da,asta e o chestie pe care trebuie sa o vedeti ca sa o credeti.Puneti Sweet child O mine si lasati-ma pe mine cu vocea si o sa vedeti ca nu exista absolut nici o diferenta.Da,cant mai bine decat Axl live and all that stuff:))Toti oamenii care m'au ascultat,desi o fac mai mult de caterinca au ramas ceva gen ":O,tu ai facut asta?".Dap,eu am facut-o si mi se pare cea mai ciudata chestie  in ce ma priveste.&lt;br /&gt;Five finger death punch-Never enough&lt;br /&gt;verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so far gone and nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's always do this do that&lt;br /&gt;Everything they want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live that way (No)&lt;br /&gt;Every chance they get they're always&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;It's all so messed up and no one ever listens&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's deranged&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so fucked up and i'm never gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I lay it all to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-chorus:&lt;br /&gt;They're always say this say that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that you want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live that way (No)&lt;br /&gt;Every chance they get they're always&lt;br /&gt;Shoving me aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;Drawn only to be washed away&lt;br /&gt;For the time that I've been given&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 4:&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hate you for everything you are&lt;br /&gt;Than ever love you for something you are not&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you hate me for everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Than have you love me for something that I ain't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outro:&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;No matter who I try to be&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, no it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try to change&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough, never never enough&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be what you want me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-928033796496280443?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/928033796496280443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=928033796496280443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/928033796496280443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/928033796496280443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/17-chestii-dubioase-despre-mine.html' title='17 chestii dubioase despre mine'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7650341842926770785</id><published>2010-09-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:48:42.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starblind</title><content type='html'>Si iata inca un post plictisitor in care imi expun parerea despre lumea asta si in care va mai povestesc una-alta despre ce mai cred eu.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,in ultima vreme nu prea am mai avut timp de nimic,nici pe acasa n'am prea dat.Tot felul de probleme s'au ivit si nu stiu cum dracu,in principal cu factura la tel si cu party-ul din Corin.Mna,si tot felul de alte chestii si mici cacaturi care ma enerveaza si incep sa ma satur de ele si cat de curand s'ar putea sa ma fut in tot si sa dispar.Sa dispar pur si simplu.Sa nu'mi mai pese de cacaturile astea puerile si superficiale si sa plec in micul meu coltisor de rai si sa raman acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Imi bag pula in toate figurile astea de oameni inteligenti si responsabili pe care si le'a tras lumea.Parca toti s'au transformat in printese virgine carora daca indraznesti sa le spui adevarul in fata te trateaza ca si cum ai vrea sa le sacrifici zeului din vulcan sau asa ceva.Dar oricum,mai bine nu mai scriu despre asta,ca oricum nu se schimba nimic si tot eu is ala rau.Mi'am dat seama ca prefer un om simplu si la obiect decat un om care e atat de special ca nu ai voie sa te uiti la el ca zice ca te uiti gresit.De altfel,m'am saturat sa fiu impartit intre enspe mii de oameni pentru care fac tot si toate si sa nu mi se arate niciodata nici un fel de apreciere pentru nimic.Serios,m'am saturat mereu si mereu sa fiu ala bun si niciodata sa nu mi se arate nimic in schimb,nici macar un "mersi" nenorocit si da ca indraznesc ca cer ceva in schimb sau sa critic si eu acolo deodata sa fiu aiurea sau nebun sau orgolios sau cacaturi de genu.Bullshits! Nu am de gand sa ma las calcat in picioare si sa renunt la demnitatea mea (care da,e farte importanta,cui nu'i convine sa ma suga cu un patos scos din pornurile SF) doar pentru ca altii sunt speciali sau vei doamne sensibili.Ma rog,isi fa c imaginea asta ca sa atraga mila si simpatia unor oameni suficient de naivi ca sa ii creada,dar nu eu.Nu,eu stiu exact cum sta treaba si pot sa citesc un om si devreme ce pot sa fac asta,sa nu creada cineva ca o sa am menajamente.Fata de mine ar avea cineva? Nu. Daca roata s'ar intoarce as fi calcat in picioare in fiecare zi  fara nici un fel de mila chiar de oamenii aia atat de ceresti.Sincer,cand stiu ca sunt superiror cuiva(si zic asta cu toata mandria si cu toata increderea ca am ajuns un om ok,mult mai ok decat multi altii) nu tin neaprat sa arat asta,dar cand deja ala mananca cacat precum o buda atunci nu mai e loc de "vai cat de printesa e el vazut de lume",nu,atunci e timpul de "bai,nu accept chestia asta de la un om care se sterge la cur cu mana" si gata.Pana la urma stai putin,ca a ajuns sami fie mie aiurea sa zic cuiva ceva,ca vezi doamne o sa creada altii ca sunt nesimtit si nebun,si nu,nu sunt.Sunt un om ok atata timp cat si ceilalti sunt ok cu mine,what's such a big deal? Si oricum,parca ma dezgusta deja trendurile astea si ideile astea pe care oamenii si le tranzmit,idei care cred ca daca le au sunt aute ntici si inteligenti.Mie imi place sa numesc asta fenomenul "cather  in the rye".Cathcher in the rye este o carte foarte ok si care si mie,in clasa a 6-a cand am citit-o mi'a placut destul de mult.Acum,fiecare om pe care il cunosc,dntre astia super bestiali au "citit" cartea asta si o data m'am bagat cu unul in vorba si suna cam asa."hmm ai citit catcher in the rye?" eu-"da,de ce?" "pai era culmea sa n'o fi citit" "hmm...si care parte ti'a placut mai mult din carte?" "aaaa,nu'mi amintesc".Exact genul asta de oameni ma enerveaza.Oameni falsi si oameni superficiali pana'n maduva oaselor.Oameni care sunt goi pe dinauntru,dar care au dat tot pentru exterior.Ne-oameni practic.Nu sunt mai multi.Sunt unul si acelasi,doar ca de 500.000 de ori.Este exact acelasi om,acelasi standard,acelasi sk8tar jegos si fara minte caruia obisnuiam sa ii fur banii de mancare in clasa a 8-a ca sa'mi iau votca.Acelasi punk-rock wannabe cu haine de firma si in trend,prost ca noaptea,cu o gagica buna fara crieier care si'o trage cam cu oricine poate spune "r" si are conversi in picioare.Aceleasi pizde proaste si superficiale care belesc ochii la sk8tarul prost si punk-rockarul sau pokemonul mai sus amintit.Aceiasi oameni,acelasi conceptii,aceleasi conversatii intre toti,acelasi "hai coae sa bem" sau "omg cat de bun e ala" de zici ca e scapata di azilul special pentru pitipoance,care nu sunt pitipoance pentru ca asculta rock.Acelasi "eu ascult maiden" "ok,zimi 3 piese de la ei" "fear of the dark si aaaa...unforgiven?" "aia e metallica" "ah da,numi amintesc acum" "tu esti rockar nu?" "da coaie,normal".Deja ma dezgusta  si  ma voi indeparta de aceste cauze pierdute,de orice om de genul asta,de orice retardat care va veni la mine cu figuri sau cu pupicurisme expirate.M'am plictsit ,din clasa a 8-a tot mereu sa fie toata lumea la fel. Oameni speciali mai rar,bai dar pentru aia ma arunc si in cap,de ce? Pentru ca merita frate! Putin,da' buni,eu asa zic. Si nu,nu am nici un stres sa fiu atipic trendului.Nu am nici un stres sa zic ca "bai,uite tata,de la un timp am inceput sa cred si eu intr-o chestie in care voi nu credeti pentru ca sunteti prea cool". De acum gata! Cand voi vedea ca cineva imi displace si ca macar spune o singura chestie care se incadreaza in descrierea de mai sus o sa ii zic "stii ce? esti un retard,pa!" si nu o sa'mi pese cine e sau ce crede X sau Y despre el.&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma,asa cum am mai spus,imi pasa de saraci,imi pasa de homelesi,imi pasa de handicapati,imi pasa de oameni batuti de soarte,imi pasa de oamenii care nu nici o vina si imi pasa si de aia cativa oameni la care tin si care m'au invatat atatea,dar de idioti si de fanfaronii care imi sunt inferiori nu'mi pasa,sincer! Poate ca unii ma vor considera increzut,dar chiar nu am de ce sa'mi pese si chiar nu stiu....eu macar nu ma prefac ca imi pasa de lume si ca iubesc mult si tot si toate si ca viata e un vis continuu si sofisme de genul asta.  Nu,eu sunt mai "dintr-o bucata",dar asta nu inseamna ca nu sunt capabil de a gandi serios,de a visa,de a fi la inaltime,doar ca sunt asa doar cu oamenii care pot sa fie la inaltime la fel ca mine,cu ceilalti nu ma consum si nu o voi mai face niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness is good for the good,the bad ones can just bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In viitoarea postare "17 ciudatenii despre mine":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read those,will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;Take my eyes the things I've seen in this world coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;My reflection fades, I'm weary of these earthly bones and skin&lt;br /&gt;You may pass through me and leave no trace, I have no mortal face&lt;br /&gt;Solar winds are whispering, you may hear me call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can shed our skins and swim into the darkened void beyond&lt;br /&gt;We will dance among the world that orbit stars (they're on our side)&lt;br /&gt;All the oxygen that trapped us in a carbon spider's web&lt;br /&gt;Solar winds are whispering, you may hear the sirens of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the elders to their parley meant to satisfy our lust&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Damocles still hanging over all their promised trust&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from freedoms offered by their jailers in their cage&lt;br /&gt;Step into the light startripping over mortals in their rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We are the light that brings the end of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We are, with the Goddess of the sun tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher loses face with Christ&lt;br /&gt;Religion's cruel device is gone&lt;br /&gt;Empty flesh and hallowed bones&lt;br /&gt;Make pacts of love but die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crucible of pain will forge&lt;br /&gt;The blanks of sin, begin again&lt;br /&gt;You are free to choose a life to live&lt;br /&gt;Or one that's left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgins in the teeth of God are meat and drink to feed the damned&lt;br /&gt;You may pass through me and I will feel the life that you live less&lt;br /&gt;Step into my light startripping, we will rage against the night&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from comfort offered by your citizens of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We are the light that brings the end of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We're one with the goddess of the sun tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my eyes for what I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I will give my sight to you&lt;br /&gt;You are free to choose whatever&lt;br /&gt;Life to live or life to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God, you know&lt;br /&gt;He knows you, better than you believe&lt;br /&gt;In your once and future grave&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall endlessly deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into our face reflected in the moon glow in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can choose to look but not to see and waste your hours&lt;br /&gt;You believe you have the time but I tell you your time is short&lt;br /&gt;See your past and future all the same and it cannot be bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We are the light that brings the end of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starblind - with sun&lt;br /&gt;The stars are one&lt;br /&gt;We're one with the Goddess of the sun tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my eyes for what I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I will give my sight to you&lt;br /&gt;You are free to choose whatever&lt;br /&gt;Life to live or life to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God, you know&lt;br /&gt;He knows you, better than you believe&lt;br /&gt;In your once and future grave&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall endlessly deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher loses face with Christ&lt;br /&gt;Religion's cruel device is gone&lt;br /&gt;Empty flesh and hollow bones&lt;br /&gt;Make pacts of love but die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crucible of pain will forge&lt;br /&gt;The blanks of sin, begin again&lt;br /&gt;You are free to choose a life to live&lt;br /&gt;Or one that's left to lose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7650341842926770785?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7650341842926770785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7650341842926770785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7650341842926770785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7650341842926770785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/09/starblind.html' title='Starblind'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2177918325014270076</id><published>2010-08-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:50:20.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in the streets where the babies are burned</title><content type='html'>So,m'am intors de peste tot,mi'am adunat ce mi'a ramas din ce eram inainte,franturi,chestii alea alea si le'am adunat cu ce am deprins de ici de colo,de prin fie ce meleaguri ale tarii in care am intalnit oameni extraordinari care m'au ajutat foarte mult sa privesc viata si in alt mod,un mod chiar optimist,zen,corect,ba chiar roz(stai nu,ca asta e gay) amm...verde?(stai nu ca zic astia ca's drogat)...amm...bej? Bej sa fie,ca suna amuzant si "abuzant" in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,ce cacat?&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma,viata nu'i asa rea,nu e de cacat,nu e un cosmar,nu trebuie sa te futi cu lumea doar pentru ca lumea te'a futut la un moment dat.Nu trebuie sa devi vreun neinteles (genial ofc) doar pentru ca cine stie ce de'al de ma'ta nu ti'a cumparat &lt;br /&gt;Picachu cand erai cocean.&lt;br /&gt;Pai hai s'o mai lasam in cacat de treaba cu toata  inauntenticitatea asta.Deja mi sa acrit...bai parca toti sunt frate Nietzche la 15 ani.Parca toata lumea e inteligenta si nu mai exista oameni prosti pe lume.Toti ati citit(ma rog,auzit,dar hai fie) carti,toti sunteti cultivati,experimentati,geniali,virgini,funky,virgini-funky si slabi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma iau de nimeni,oh ba da,exact asta fac.&lt;br /&gt;M'am saturat in plm de cacatei care pe fata sunt sensibili si perfecti,morali si neprihaniti,iar pe spate sunt niste javre de oameni scoase din canalele Londrei(in timpul incendiului,ca daca sunteti inteligenti presupun ca stiti ce era pacolo).&lt;br /&gt;Sa te dai moral,si cum ai vorbit si ai dat o pasa cu un coclit in spatele blocului deja sa vii a 2-a zi cu fite de triva bengoasa,superioara fizic,moral si chiar shukar.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,invatati dracu sa apreciati viata,ca e simpla si adevarul e la fel de simplu,si chiar daca voi incercati sa fiti Buratino si sa asundeti adevarul desi il stiu si eu,si cam toata lumea il stie,doar ca si ei sunt la fel de slabi si inautentici ca si tine asa ca nau ce comenta.Si daca ai tupeul sa le zici ceva in fata te fac nebun sau crizat sau nesimtit.Stiti care e faza?&lt;br /&gt;Bai,de unii oameni chiar nu trebuie sati pese.E idiot sati pese si e si mai idiot sa te prefaci ca'ti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;B@ft@:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: Care stia cine e Buratino fara Wiki-shit are o bere,asta daca imi e simpatic:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2177918325014270076?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2177918325014270076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2177918325014270076' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2177918325014270076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2177918325014270076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/out-in-streets-where-babies-are-burned.html' title='Out in the streets where the babies are burned'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-404077810008430776</id><published>2010-08-21T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:54:41.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>III Ways to Epica</title><content type='html'>Iata ca am ajuns aproape la finalul calatoriei mele in afara bucrestiului.Maine ma intorc inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,sentimentele mele legate de intoarcerea in bucuresti(vorbind strict ca oras,cu majoritati de oameni) nu sunt cele mai bune,asa cum am scris si in postul trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,pot sa zic ca in acest timp in care am hoinarit aiurea in lungul si latul tarii am descoperit cate una-alta.&lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit ca exista altceva in viata,ba pot spune ca am crescut.Pot spuna ca am crescut mult si nu voi mai fi niciodata acelasi.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa privesc cu alti ochi totul.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa vad ce inseamna cu adevarat,am vazut ca intelegerea intre oameni,ba chiar simplitatea ce altora li se pare regres sau banalitate(in orice caz,ei sunt prea buni pentru asa ceva) inseamna....fericirea oare? Sa fie oare lucrurile simple? Poate sunt,dar noi le complicam la extrem pentru ca ne place sa fim complicati crezand ca suntem un puzzle greu de descifrat,deci mai inteligenti,o provocare pentru mintile banale de care ne apropiem cu atata asa zisa compasiune.Este compasiune pentru ei...sau pentru noi? &lt;br /&gt;Doar adevarata compasiune pentru altcineva iti poate arata ce inseamna cu adevarat sa te simti bine.&lt;br /&gt;Bunatatea aratata unui alt om este un lucru atat de maret,care ar putea face atat de mult bine si nu doar tie,ci si prietenului respectiv.&lt;br /&gt;Mai stim noi oare sa fim oameni cu umanitate?&lt;br /&gt;Preluam parca doar partile negative ale umanitatii si asta doar pentru ca sunt ale ei si deci avem un alibi.&lt;br /&gt;Noi nu gresim niciodata.Nu suntem rai,suntem amuzanti.Nu ne batem joc de cineva,noi glumin.Suntem toti perfecti si fericiti in perfectiunea noastra.Oare?&lt;br /&gt;Sau doar aratam perfecti?&lt;br /&gt;Aratam ca nu ne pasa doar ca sa vada ceilalti ca nu avem slabiciuni,ca nu ne pot atinge si totusi ne asteptam ca lor sa le pese de noi.&lt;br /&gt;Cand vom putea intelege ca prietenia si caterinca sunt diferite?&lt;br /&gt;Cand vom accepta si noi ca defapt avem nevoie si de altii si ca nu suntem chiar atat de grozavi?&lt;br /&gt;"The final stage&lt;br /&gt;A sacred home&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the door&lt;br /&gt;And lay the cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the key&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the gate&lt;br /&gt;The great ascent&lt;br /&gt;To reach a higher state&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven stars&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun&lt;br /&gt;A perfect world&lt;br /&gt;Where new life has begun&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca va trebui cineva,candva sa ne deschida ochii si sa ne arate ce inseamna sa fi zen pe bune.&lt;br /&gt;Cati oameni sunt tristi defapt? Multi...prea multi...prea multi care se ascund sub masca pozitiei lor intr-o arhiva a unei societati si generatii care decade moral pe zi ce trece.&lt;br /&gt;Si ce e cel mai rau e ca,incet incet...oamenii aia vor disparea.Nu vor mai avea nimic uman.Nu vor mai simti nimic pentru nimeni,doar pentru ei insisi eventual.&lt;br /&gt;De ce? De ce sa renunti la insasi esenta ta? De ce sa incetezi a mai fi? Pentru ca ti'e frica sa fi ranit prietene? Asta e un motiv? Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Mergi in bar,bei ceva,razi,glumesti si ajungi apoi acasa in fata aceluiasi pc si esti gol.Esti nimic.Nu simti nimic pentru nimeni.Esti suparat si simti ca lipseste ceva,dar din ce cauza?&lt;br /&gt;Din cauza ca tu defapt ai nevoie de ceilalti,ai nevoie de ei si stii ca deja le'ai aratat fata ta de intangibil fara sentimente care calca totul in picioare si este cel mai puternic om din lume.&lt;br /&gt;Ei au acceptat-o? Unii da,altii nu.Altii care chiar au vazut ceva in tine acum se intreaba "de ce face chestiile astea?el nu e asa".&lt;br /&gt;Eh,am si eu un prieten care e asa.Tine la mine si eu tin la el.E my brother si e chiar un om cu care am ce sa discut.Mi'a spus vreodata "ioane...esti one of my best friends si chiar tin la tine omule"? Nu.Stiu ca asa e,dar nu mi'a spus'o nici el mie si nici eu lui.Tot ce sper e ca si el stie ca e asa.De ce nu i'am zis sau de ce nu mi'a zis el mie? Nimic mai simplu: Pur si simplu nu am vrut niciunul sa aratam ca avem slabiciuni sau ca suntem intai oameni si apoi superiori.&lt;br /&gt;Eu voi lasa asta la o parte.&lt;br /&gt;Voi lasa imaginea,ambalajul in ce ma priveste si ma voi concentra pe esenta,pe insasi esnta mea cu care am semnat condica in aceasta lume.&lt;br /&gt;Asta doar cu oamenii in care am incredere si stiu ca merita,ofc.&lt;br /&gt;Am totusi o vaga impresie ca ei stiu deja dar nu strica niciodata sa recunosti una-doua chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand esti ok in adevaratul sens al cuvantului cu prietenii si oamenii la care ti si care tin la tine,ai descoperit ce inseamna sentimentul ala de implinire si de fericire maxima,fara dubii sau urme de indoiala,fara masti sau griji legate de PR-ul tau.Atunci descoperi cine esti si ce crezi.Atunci descoperi sensul.Atunci descoperi ce inseamna sa iubesti si atunci descoperi...well,i guess i can't hide it anymore...viata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:daca nu ati inteles nimic nu va condamn sau daca gasiti ca e o porcarie neinteresanta si lame,din nou,nu va condamn.&lt;br /&gt;PS2:Aici e doar o mica parte din ce am putut sa experimentez si sa incorporez,restul e beyond my ability to explain....cateodata ce ai in tine e bine sa ramana in tine iar daca tu stii ca ce ai facut e ok si ca tu insuti esti un om ok...then you've defetead the final boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...well,before you go...read those lyrics,mi s'au parut geniale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEPHISTO:]&lt;br /&gt;When you play with fire&lt;br /&gt;You must anticipate some burns&lt;br /&gt;Chasing for desire...&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different way to&lt;br /&gt;learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;I am defected from God&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;God had seized my soul&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;So low redemptions too&lt;br /&gt;far&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;I am heaven's sheen&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that I loved&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;she tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;The dark can never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MEPHISTO:]&lt;br /&gt;All that I require&lt;br /&gt;Is some trust as the pages turn&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;can take you higher&lt;br /&gt;Cause your will is my concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;I am defected from God&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;God had seized my&lt;br /&gt;soul&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;So low redemptions too far&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;I am heaven's sheen&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that I&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;And she tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;[HELENA:]&lt;br /&gt;The dark can never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ARIEL:]&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;long...maybe forever&lt;br /&gt;I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;Why did God take away&lt;br /&gt;That one thing I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God is the melody&lt;br /&gt;We all&lt;br /&gt;serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MEPHISTO:]&lt;br /&gt;You would not feel sadness&lt;br /&gt;If you never tasted joy&lt;br /&gt;That's the curse of humans&lt;br /&gt;Born in passion you&lt;br /&gt;destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot-III Ways to Epica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-404077810008430776?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/404077810008430776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=404077810008430776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/404077810008430776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/404077810008430776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/iii-ways-to-epica.html' title='III Ways to Epica'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2087345322161578434</id><published>2010-08-21T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:48:44.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One night in the city.</title><content type='html'>Eh,deja nu mai stiu de cate zile sunt aici,in Salonta,stiu doar ca mai sunt 3 zile si ma intorc la Bucuresti.Aceasta iesire prelungita prin Cluj,Sibiu,si altele m'a facut efectiv sa ma simt frustrat ca ma intorc in Bucuresti.Oamenii pe care i'am cunoscut,oamenii pe care nu i'am cunoscut,oamenii de aici...din provincie,bai bat la cur orice bucurestean.Imi permit sa spun ca si orasele sunt mult mai frumoase si mai aranjate,mai ales in centrele vechi(vezi lipscaniul de la noi si dute'n Erilor la cluj sau in Sibiu la Piata Mare si intoarce-te inapoi,have fun in Fire!).&lt;br /&gt;Eh,incredibil,mereu am calatorit mult,dar parca niciodata nu m'am intors cu atata scarba intr-un oras,poate doar cand m'am intors din Londra.Parca nu mai vrau sa il vad,parca nu mai suport jegul,prostia,pokemonismul,superficialitatea,rautatea si cool-ismul de acolo.Nu mai suport sa vad acelasi om de 1.200.000 de ori,gata!&lt;br /&gt;Prefer o diversitate de oameni,prefer...ceva nou.&lt;br /&gt;Prefer niste oameni care sunt in stare sa vada dincolo de un orizont limitat al propriilor obiceiuri si feluri de a fi ,impuse de catre un oras,societate,generatie cretina.&lt;br /&gt;Muriti frate in banalitate in cutia voastra,eu o sa ies din cutia aia si o sa plec.O sa zbor undeva mai sus,atat de sus incat o sa credeti ca m'am dus in jos.Se va rade,se va batjocori,se va considera ca sunt un infumurat si ca ma cred cine stie ce.&lt;br /&gt;Da frate,asa e,ma cred cine stie ce.&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am vazut si alte lucruri.Am vazut mai mult,am vazut mai bun,am vazut lucruri la o inaltime mult mai mare decat ce e aici.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut cum pot oamenii sa nu se mai manance intre ei pentru superficialitate,am vazut pe ce se pune accent cu adevarat acolo,am vazut cum 3 cocliti in tricouri roz m'au intrebat "nu te supara esti rocker,nu?" "da" "stii cumva cand vin guns n roses la bucuresti?" "pe 21 sept" "no,mersi frumos si dsitractie placuta".....asta inloc de "esti roacker,esti femeie hahaha,pentru ca ai parul mare ahaha si mergi hahah pe strada haha cu parul haha mare...asa cum fac haha...femeile!"&lt;br /&gt;Acuma inteleg de ce ne zic astia mitici.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,bineinteles....bla bla...nu toti bucurestenii sunt asa,asa cum nici toti provincialii nu's ok bla bla exista exceptii alea alea prea putine,rahat pe bat si in cocluzie : bucurestenii majoritatea is de rahat,cine nu se simte sa isi tina gura,pentru ca asa cum am zis,exista exceptii.Cine se simte,din nou,sa isi tina gura pentru ca nu ma intereseaza,pentru ca asta e adevaraul,nu'mi pasa ce oameni "ok" din bucuresti cunoaste,nu'mi pasa cat de mult ii place lui,mie nu si cu asta basta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici infumurat,nici superior si nici vanitos.&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu...dupa atata timp de umblat am ajuns la aceasta concluzie si macar eu pot sa imi exprim parerea pe baza unor fapte,nu pe motve de genul "ah,daca zici de noi ca suntem infumurati si te crezi tu cine stie ce bla bla inseamna ca si tu esti mai rau,dute dracu la taranii tai daca nuti convine in bucuresti".&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa inchei,daca reusesti sa iti gasesti un grup de oameni ok cu care sa stai,indiferent de orasul in care te afli,vei fi fericit,iar oamenii aia sunt exceptiile bucurestiului.Da,ati inteles bine,prietenii vostrii sunt exceptiile alea,aia va leaga de un loc si va fac sa va simtiti ca acasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2087345322161578434?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2087345322161578434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2087345322161578434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2087345322161578434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2087345322161578434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-night-in-city.html' title='One night in the city.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2114207435093490722</id><published>2010-08-14T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:50:24.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Bun,deci iata ca scriu pe blog mai repede decat m'as fi asteptat:)&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am plecat din Bucuresti cu moralul ridicat ca ma duc sa vad Kamelot @ Sibiu.&lt;br /&gt;Planul de bataie era simplu: Ajungem la un 4 si eu ma duc in Free Eagles sa beau o bere inainte de Artmania,unde urma sa cante Kamelot(trupa care a ajuns one of my favs in doar cateva saptamani).Ce poate sa fie mai perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...ajungand cu masina prin militari,pe o caldura destul de nesimtita,perna de aer a masinii a zis "you know smth? fuck this!" si s-a spart.Ca un balon rebel.:|&lt;br /&gt;ok...mergi cu masina in service la Audi sa vezi ce are.&lt;br /&gt;Stai acolo 4 ore si trezeste-te cu 35 de mil mai putin in buget.Smecher!:))&lt;br /&gt;Apoi iti dai seama ca nu mai ai timp sa ajungi si la hotel si chestii si hotarasti ca dupa Kamelot sa te duci direct in Cluj,unde peste 2 zile(peste 1 defapt) canta taticii lor,Iron Maiden.:)&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns cu 10 minute inainte de Kamelot si am prins tot show-ul ofc.&lt;br /&gt;Genial a fost...incredibil,Khan a fost un zeu la voce si youngblood a facut pe o chitara ce alte trupe fac pe 3.&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot....idescriptibil,nu s-au lasat cu nimic mai prejos decat orice alta trupa mare.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa concert dai si mergi in cluj pe de-o parte inca in extaz dupa orgasmul auditiv pe care tocmai l'ai experimentat si pe de alta cu remuscari imbecile ca esti asa prost incat nu esti in stare sa'ti incarci un telefon,dar nu'i nimic...nu e incarcat nici pana acum,deci tot un lenes,comod,piece of shit am ramas...ok asta si faptul ca am avut virusi la reducere si ca au ajuns la cine nu trebuia.Pot sa zic ca nu e vina mea si ca incarcatorul e in masina si ca masina e la taicamiu si ca taicamiu e la bere dar...tot nu e scuza:)).&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,diseara am programata o iesire cu niste prieteni pe aici si maine sa o indrum pe Irina la un loc de camping si apoi...well...iron fucking maiden.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,eh. am fost azi la o baza sportiva de la U cluj sa mananc un gratar si sa beau niste bere cu taicamiu and co si a fost foarte ok,ca apoi sa vad lumea mondena din Cluj mergand in Iulius Mall.Am ramas placut impresionat de oamenii de aici.Oameni complecsi,dar simpli,civilizati,destul de culti si foarte primitori.Pot sa zic cu mana pe inima ca se vede ca esti in Vest si la fel pot sa zic ca nu mi'e dor de Bucuresti si nici de taranii de prima clasa din el,plini de fumuri si basini care se combina intr-un gaz inflamabil si isi dau foc unul altuia doar ca sa arate care e mai tare.Nup...e frumos aici,gata! Dar bleh...cluju nu are ceva ce numai bucurestiul a avut bunavointa sa incorporeze si acel lucru este indescriptibil.Au scris unii despre asta dar...wtf? Chiar ma intrebam zilele astea,care e faza cu citatele?&lt;br /&gt;I mean...jeez...cate chestii au zis oamenii aia care cica erau foarte bossi.&lt;br /&gt;Adica,unele nu's chiar atat de grozave si sunt de'a dreptul eronate,ba chiar stupide daca stai sa analizezi,dar mna...&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa zic ca am cunoscut oamenii pe care i'as cita la orice ora mai mult decat pe anumiti scriitori sau filozofi sau whateveri.&lt;br /&gt;Si mai e ciudat cand sunt 2 fanfaorni din astia care au citate care se contrazic intre ele.&lt;br /&gt;Unul zice "lumea e rea" sau "femeile sunt toate curve" si altul zice opusul,bineinteles in forme foarte stilizate,dar ma rog,continutul e tot ala.Si sincer nici nu prea conteaza cum spui un lucru atata timp cat il spui si lucrul in sine e adevarat si inteligent si se aplica la mai mult de 80% dintre oamenii existenti.&lt;br /&gt;Cum a zis odata Ciornei : "ioane,lumea asta poate sa fie asa un cacat uneori"&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi zis kant asta sau whatever ar fi ajuns hit cuvintele astea.&lt;br /&gt;Personal imi voi da aici citatul preferat pe care l'a spus chiar Heidegger: "Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,nu stiu ce am azi,cred ca am o zi proasta sau ceva de genul,dar ma simt de cacat,nu stiu...parca nu mai sunt sigur de nimic,nici macar de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Parca simt iarasi ca ma port ca un imbecil cu oamenii din jur si simt asa ca...ma pierd si ca nu mai e nimic sigur si ca...nu stiu.Nu mai stiu ce sa fac.&lt;br /&gt;Parca nu am chestia aia care ma face sa merg mai departe,reasigurarea aia de care am nevoie ca de aer ca sa nu'mi mai fie asa frica.Parca nu stiu daca nedreptatesc sau daca sunt nedreptatit sau daca nu e niciuna.&lt;br /&gt;Citat "fear leads to anger,anger leads to hate,hate leads to suffering" Yoda:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca e doar o zi de rahat si doar atat.M'am trezit prost,cred ca asta e.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e deja dor de nu mai stiu de mine...&lt;br /&gt;In fine,am gasit pe net albumul nou de la maiden si cred ca e piracy time!&lt;br /&gt;29!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2114207435093490722?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2114207435093490722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2114207435093490722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2114207435093490722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2114207435093490722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8070217191366049263</id><published>2010-08-13T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:10:34.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The leave taking</title><content type='html'>Dudes...iarasi o sa fiu plecat pentru ceva timp.&lt;br /&gt;In cateva minute plec inspre Sibiu la Artmania sa vad Kamelot si apoi in Cluj sa vad Iron Maiden:X.&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be so friggin awsome!&lt;br /&gt;Va las cu niste versuri pana ma intorc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A body's soul that's shatterred,&lt;br /&gt;trough the highlands split&lt;br /&gt;remains of good are scattered&lt;br /&gt;and the purity that lies in filth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it looks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;it's evil swallows you&lt;br /&gt;with pleasures that are pletiful&lt;br /&gt;and it casts away the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from heaven willingly i fell&lt;br /&gt;abandoning every little thing&lt;br /&gt;and all that i can tell&lt;br /&gt;is that a god beacame a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decieving and winning all the same&lt;br /&gt;tricking,betraying for my gain&lt;br /&gt;when i could've had nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and now somehow i've got even less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now as i almost forgot&lt;br /&gt;'bout who i was or my belief &lt;br /&gt;and this power that it brought&lt;br /&gt;and taken away remainders of relief &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,&lt;br /&gt;Come closer to your only friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one to cover the rend&lt;br /&gt;and with my venom you will blend&lt;br /&gt;your wishes that i comprehend&lt;br /&gt;make them all real in the end&lt;br /&gt;i you could just a bit descend&lt;br /&gt;with me in hell to lend&lt;br /&gt;a little innocence transcend&lt;br /&gt;to this soul that i commend&lt;br /&gt;for my strength to him depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...presupun ca m'a prins treaba cu Mephisto:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8070217191366049263?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8070217191366049263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8070217191366049263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8070217191366049263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8070217191366049263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/leave-taking.html' title='The leave taking'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-4188743708830910296</id><published>2010-08-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:49:16.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagleheart (medley de evenimente)</title><content type='html'>Ok...nu am mai scris de 2 saptamani si banuiesc ca asta va fi cel mai lung post ever.&lt;br /&gt;Habar nu am nici de unde sa incep....ar fi cam 4 posturi intrunul singur.&lt;br /&gt;Pff...sa incep prin a scrie ca la inceputul acestor 2 saptamani mi'am depasit limitele cretinatatii si am facut like the biggest shit in my whole fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog...bautura plus idiotenie plus un fel cretin de a fi in general cu un orgoliu ce practic depasea distanta de la calculatorul meu la pensiul constelatiei Orion plus...plus o gluma imdbecila si sa vezi ca bine iti e.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...nu mai vreau sa trec sau sa fac pe cineva sa treaca prin asa ceva niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Sa te schimbi in 2 zile mai mult decat ai facut-o in 4 ani? Sa lasi dracu prostiile neimportante si sa te axezi pe ce conteaza cu adevarat? Da...asta ar face omul destept care am crezut ca sunt atat de mult timp...dar stiti ce? Nu am fost. Acum m-am mai despteptat.Pot sa zic ca nu sunt prost si ca mna...cu ajutorul unei palme bine primite in fata am ajuns la un nivel superior de gandire.Mda...sunt si eu mai luminat de 2 saptamani:&gt;boss asa:)).&lt;br /&gt;In fine...dupa ce mi'a venit sa imi iau zilele m'am carat cu o atitudine nu foarte optimista la Garana (localitate facuta de nemti pe langa Resita unde se tine Garana Jazz festival,za biggest Jazz fest in our country) cu ai mei si ceva prieteni de familie plus Papy si maicasa(cu care am fost cu masina)....Pff...ramasesem fara entusiasm in ultimul hal.&lt;br /&gt;Papy m'a "ajutat" extrem de mult cu glumele lui bine aplicate pe parcursul drumului.&lt;br /&gt;Auzeam "retard" sau "gay" din 2 in 2 minute.A fost un vis.11 nenorocite de ore ascultand Kamelot si Avantasia cu intreruperi si cu un grec prost care facea mistouri la fel de proaste de orice chestie pe care o vedea.&lt;br /&gt;la Garana m'am trezit foarte frumos cu un peisaj superb cu dealuri si un lac imens in care se putea face baie si tot tacamul.(over the hills and far away era pe repeat).&lt;br /&gt;Oricum...un loc fantastic cu o atmosfera unica...un fel de Vama veche(the old one) doar ca la munte si fara pokemoni(dar ajungem si acolo).&lt;br /&gt;Mi sa spus ca locul ala te poate schimba (zen stuff i guess) si am zis "ok...presupun ca nu strica un pic de quality time with myself" si chiar a mers...deci prin gandire si discutii si un pic de seruiozitate poti sa faci orice.&lt;br /&gt;In prima zi a fost vreme super si am mers sa facem baie in lac.Am facut wrestling cu nubul ala pe acolo si parul sau arata ca frizura lui Mozart.&lt;br /&gt;In a 2-a zi am mers la o plimbare foarte ok pe un deal si am privit apusul si m'am gandit la chestii si apoi pe seara am fost sa il vad pe Zaki (un baterist genial).&lt;br /&gt;A 3-a zi si ultima a fost cea mai tare...&lt;br /&gt;Stiti cum erau oamenii cand Jesus a inviat si maicasa era foarte heppi?&lt;br /&gt;Eh...deci femeia aia in momentul ala era trista pe langa starea in care eram eu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Man...i'm so happy i could eat a horse&lt;br /&gt;Papy-wha?...sure...and you're so hungry you could laugh all day long&lt;br /&gt;-criza de ras-&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat fara succes sa il cuplez pe Paps cu una dintre tipele de la pesniunea in care stateam eu...off man..you're a dick!.&lt;br /&gt;In fine...inca 11 ore a 2-a zi cu acelasi nebun langa mine au fost parca...22 de ore cu Darth Vader si trupa Jonas Brothers la un joc de poker...&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns in Bucuresti m'am vazut cu Mada si si si a fost genial...za best day from those 2 weeks.:)&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi...numai dupa 1 zi de stat in Bucale m'am tirat inspre 2 Mai cu aceasi lume cu care am fost la Garana,mai putin papy si maicasa.&lt;br /&gt;A fost bestial sa revad marea,in special 2 mai-ul.&lt;br /&gt;Aceleasi terase...aceasi oameni...aceasi atmosfera hippie(am zis 2 mai,nu vama,clar?) acelasi dig pe care m'am plimbat.&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta insa nu am avut pe nimeni pe care sa iau cu mine pentru ca Andrei era cu corigentele si papy,desi a promis ca vine....i'a fost lene.(you a bitch and i told you something and i;m gonna keep my word you fucking liar)&lt;br /&gt;Deci,pana in ultimele 3 zile nu am fost in Pirati...eh ma rog...nici nu mi'as fi dorit sa merg mai des sincer.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost un grup imens de aproape 25 de persoane.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost oameni de toate genurile si  varstele si toti cu cate ceva diferit si ceva nou de zis.&lt;br /&gt;Cand mai erau doar 3 zile pana sa plecam am fost si eu in Vamaia(cu "ia" taiat) sa beau si eu o bere cu un whatever someone pe acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea despre Vama? Un rahat care sa umplut de pokemanelari si teribilisti.&lt;br /&gt;Pirati?Of  course! Alte locuri? No chance!]&lt;br /&gt;La pirati atmosfera era asa cum o stiam dintotdeauna.Am stat doar 3 zile...si totusi am cunoscut o droaie de oameni foarte ok si de treaba,in special o anumita persoana care sunt ferm convins ca este 100% unica,dar de,nu voi scrie despre asta pe un amarat de blog.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa zic ca in unele momente la mare m'a m cam plctisit pentru ca nu prea aveam cu cine sa hmm...nu stiu...sa fac o gluma vulgara presupun...ei si de aceea,Poenaru a venit in ziua de joi,5 august.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut enspe crize de ras cu nebunul ala (thx alot man) si a facut show pe plaja si la pirati cu felul lui unic de a fi si cu abilitatea lui de a face orice fata sa dispara.&lt;br /&gt;Exemplu: Eu cu Geo(care a venit si el sambata dimineata) si cu taicamiu stateam la o bere pe plaja si il vedem pe Andrei cum se duce la niste tipe sa joace cu ele volei.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 minute au plecat toate si nici ca s-a mai intors vreuna pentru cateva ore bune:)).&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog...pot sa zic ca a fost foarte ok la mare doar ca gata!Mi'a ajuns...bleeaaa...nu mai puteam si nici acum nu mai pot...mi'e prea dor.:)&lt;br /&gt;Si iata-ma ajuns din nou aici...dar pentru cat timp?...pentru inca 4-5 zile caci pe 13 e Kamelot la Sibiu si pe 15 e Maiden la Cluj si apoi....Salonta ma va fura pentru o saptamana,homeland is calling me(de unde?nu am nici un chef sa merg)&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the night he is lying awake&lt;br /&gt;Wond'ring how much more can he take&lt;br /&gt;Watching the walls where shadows dance&lt;br /&gt;Drifting away into a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are blazing with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams burnt to ashes so many times&lt;br /&gt;Highest of mountains, still he climbs&lt;br /&gt;Ready to fly cause he just can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Flame burning brighter with every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are blazing with fire&lt;br /&gt;Longinng for the deepest desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of an eagle&lt;br /&gt;He flies through the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Into a new world and finds the sun&lt;br /&gt;Spreading his wings above all the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;The glory of Eagleheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever is burning in his veins&lt;br /&gt;Determined with courage breaking the chains&lt;br /&gt;Back against the wall under blood red skies&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to fight until he dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-4188743708830910296?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4188743708830910296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=4188743708830910296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Hmm,cum sa incep postul asta?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu,o sa il incep oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Eram azi intr-o banala lecitie de tobe inbvtatand cativa trioleti cam dubiosi.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost chemat de Lupu and Vali la un jam la o sala de pe langa Carol.Eu +kame + cei 2.Am cantat clasicele "iarna lupilor" si "le jumment de michao".&lt;br /&gt;Am batut excelent si mi'au iesit chestii cu pedala dubla la care nici nu visam.&lt;br /&gt;Sala este situata intr-un loc pe care cei mai multi l'ar numi "palatul placerilor",dar nu si eu.Este o serie de sali aflate la subsoul unei spalatorii auto,decoarata cu tot felul de postere si desene dubioase.Luminile neoanelor dau un aer rasta-60's de rock.&lt;br /&gt;Paharele de tequilla cu X si O sunt la vedere langa un pachet de carti si 2 bonguri care stau linistite pe masa.Patronul salii este Dorian,un tip pe la vreo 50 de ani,old school stuff,care e bagat in mai multe afaceri dubioase decat cate degete am eu in total.Desfraul este in toi...tipe in sutien umbla nesingherite inghitind Lcd prin acest loc,care aduce aminte de locatiile dubioase cu negrii din filme.&lt;br /&gt;Berea e gratis....vreo 15 halbe la bord am luat.Nu m'am imbatat si nici nu prea m'am ametit.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce repetitia s'a terminat am mai stat sa bem si Dorian mi'a mai aratat imprjurimile,punand-o pe draga de Alice sami arate camera ascunsa cu catuse si lumina rosie.&lt;br /&gt;Ii vedeam dezamagirea din ochii ei de curva cand am plecat din locul respectiv,intr-un moment de intimitate maxima.Am aflat uklterior ca are cine stie ce boala,ma rog...nu'mi pasa...totusi....sa fii clasa a 9-a si sa ajungi asa...ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat apoi inspre casa si cand am ajuns taicamiua avut bunavointa sa ma pedepseasca,astfel incat sa nu mai ies maine.....thx alot biatch!.&lt;br /&gt;Eh,ma rog...dezvoltand alt subiect...&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu...cateodata am impresia ca gresesc,ca sunt prea mandru...ca  ma comport aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e frica...mi'e frica de ce s'ar putea intampla.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e frica de faptul ca as gresi...mi'e frica sa fiu singur...&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e frica de toporasi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e frica....sa nu...pierd lucrurile la care tin cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e frica....sa nu existe cineva mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...am baut prea mult,noapte buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-885892888079445478?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/885892888079445478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=885892888079445478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/885892888079445478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/885892888079445478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/07/despre-tentatiidespre-incertitudini-si.html' title='Despre tentatii,despre incertitudini si despre greseli'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-414660179629664694</id><published>2010-07-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:11:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria Evolutionista (lectura obligatorie)</title><content type='html'>Era o faza cum ca bossul din ceruri mai intai a creat elementele si le'a spus asa:&lt;br /&gt;"coae...aveti voie sa faceti ce vreti,puteti sa dansati,sa faceti headbanging,sa vizitati Amsterdam-ul.Un singur lucru va este interzis: sa nu fiti vzaute niciodata impreuna,bad holy PR you know."&lt;br /&gt;"da boss" au spus elementele intr-un excess de zel tinadu-se de maini(apa tinandu-si mana intr-un loc foarte neortodox de pe caracterul focului,ca mna..era hot,chiar daca ea era combinata cu pamantul la vremea aia).&lt;br /&gt;Peste putin timp Apa nu mai putea sta departe de foc si s'au intalnit pe undeva pe Lipscani(muntele sfant Lipscani care pe vremea aia era situtat unde acum se afla groapa Marianelor) si au facut un threesome de condensare cu aerul in timp ce pamantul citea un ziar pe undeva intr-o toaleta din fostul Auswhitz.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu i'a observat si sa maniat teribil,productia de Durex fiind temporar oprita.Le'a separat pe termen nedeterminat.&lt;br /&gt;Si asa a luat nastere muntele.Mare,colosal,usor de manevrat.&lt;br /&gt;Mr god i'a zis asa: "frate...uite...tu poti sa faci ce vrei,pot sa creasca copaci pe tine,pot sa curga rauri in care sa urinezi spontan pentru a crea viituri si poti sa dai drumul avalanselor cand vor urca frantuzii pe tine.Un singur lucru nu ai voi sa faci: Sa nu te misti niciodata"&lt;br /&gt;"aaaaa...ok sefu'" spuse muntele cu o voce groasa de negru proaspat iesit din puscarie.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un timp muntele se plictisi sa provoace avalanse peste francezii care voiau numai un pic de initimitate pentru a'si pune in valoare "cocosii galici" si sa ii zdrobeasca de Cetatea Poienari care se afla in poala sa.&lt;br /&gt;Incepu sa se miste,sa alerge spontan,sa o imite pe Nadia,sa faca pe toreadorul cu pamantul.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu se uita cu binoclul de undeva de pe patul sau ceresc si nu ii venea sa creada.&lt;br /&gt;Se duse la munte.Ii dade 2 bitchslapuri si termina cu ele.Il impietri in loc(dubios,nu?).&lt;br /&gt;Asa a luat nastere animalul,caruia Presedintele Republicii Social-Democrate Rai ii spuse asa:&lt;br /&gt;"ahm...mai animalule,ai voie sa alergi,sa dansezi,sa vorbesti,sa faci sex cu orice alt membru al clasei tale de specie,chiar si cu alte specii de 3 ori pe saptamana in limita rezonabilului"&lt;br /&gt;"miau,ham,oink spuse animalul"&lt;br /&gt;"ce ma?"&lt;br /&gt;"parol,am prins o raceala.Desigur,asteptarile dumneavoastra nu vor fi inselate,Herr President"&lt;br /&gt;"Bravo! Minunat...acum trebuie sa plec,de la 5 ruleaza Full House"&lt;br /&gt;"Miau"&lt;br /&gt;"CE?"&lt;br /&gt;"Raceala..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah,ok" spuse dumnezeu plecand spre canapea si spunandu'si in gandul sau "hmm,miau...nu e rau"&lt;br /&gt;Animalele se bucurara o vreme de o perioada prospera.Se distrau,faceau serate mondene in scorburi.Pictau Vagauna Sixtina si rezolvau mistere cu Scooby Doo,pana intr-o zi cand o femela zimbru i'a spus masculului tigru "de ce nu iti iei o slujba?".Tigrul statea pe scaun umrarind meciul Pumelor Angoleze vs Ratonii eschivosi,cand deodata...isi schimba stampa intr-una filozofica si spuse "Why?".&lt;br /&gt;Din acel moment a aparut filozofia....si dumnezeu s'a dus iute inspre animal si i'a spus "Ce'ai facut ma? Ce dracu? Pana si tu? Cei cu gandirile astea pe capul tau...nici macar nu exista slujbe inca,cretinule!Asta nu era o chestie la care trebuia sa te gandesti...nu trebuia sa gandesti deloc! Si in plus am spus "in limita rezonabilului"...ce dracu e cu tiparii aia care si-o trag cu strutzii aia in fiecare zi?"&lt;br /&gt;La care tigrul: "Miau!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ce?"&lt;br /&gt;"nu stiu....e catchy"&lt;br /&gt;Si asa le'a pedepsit dumnezeu pe animale si nu le'a mai lasat sa faca orgii sau sa gandeasca ca oamenii.&lt;br /&gt;A luat nastere omul,finta optima,capabila de orice...o finta nobila.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu i'a spus asa:"Poftim,ia cartea asta de istorie si citeste ce s'a intamplat pana acum...defapt nu,uita'te la Tv ca citutul e naspa si afla ce au facut nubii tai de predecesori"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...cum zici tu"&lt;br /&gt;"Ai voie sa faci orice mai putin sa te opresit vreodata din gandit"&lt;br /&gt;Omul totusi citi cartea...si vazu ce se intampla ca sa faca impresie buna.&lt;br /&gt;Incepu sa gandeasca,sa scrie carti,sa cante muzica instrumentala cu gura,sa faca dragoste cu mintea odihnita.Citea in continuare din cartea de istorie...si totusi,parca nu avea imaginatia asa dezvoltata si incepu sa se uite la stiri.Voia sa vada istoria cu ochii lui.Dadu pe Antena 3,unde un mosulica cam gay incerca sa rastoarne guvernul prin propaganda si teoria conspiratiei.Omului ii se paru interesant si continua sa se uite.Alegerile trecura si mosulica pierdu,iar de suparare isi forma cel mai nou partid de stanga numit "Iad".&lt;br /&gt;Omul viziona cu nesat teleecyclopedia,dar intr-o zi...mintea lui se goli.&lt;br /&gt;In momentul acela proaspat reales presedinte,d-zeu ii dadu o palma,cateva dezastre naturale,un holocaust si ii spuse "esti prost,m'am plictisit"&lt;br /&gt;Si asa lua nastere finta suprema careia dumnezeu ii spuse "stii ce?fa ce vrei...nu'mi pasa"&lt;br /&gt;Si asa aparu omul proaspat intrat la liceu din zilele noastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-414660179629664694?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-4745423386970235168</id><published>2010-07-04T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:53:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wicked symphony II</title><content type='html'>Continuand aventura prin plaiurile mistice ale orasului Vanju Mare.Am ajuns aici de 3 zile si nu pot sa zic ca am stat degeaba.In prima zi a fost ziua aia in care beau 3 litri de bere si vin mirosind a corcoduse acasa pentru ca am uitat sa'mi iau guma.&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a zi a fost aia in care m'am dus la fotbal pe generala si am jucat 4 ore si puteam sa cresc debitul dunarii cu un metru cu transpiratia care era pe mine,dar hei,am bautut cu 20 la 19:&gt;.Anyway...a 3-a zi febra musculara oribila si un picior care statea sa cada si binainteles...am mai jucat un fotbal cu varumiu dar mna...nu m'am fortat prea tare ca sa nu vin in bucuresti in bucatele(thx dudette:*).Azi a fost ziua de baut vin si mers la biliard.A fost foarte ok si nu m'am ametit deloc dupa 2 sticle(dubios un pic).&lt;br /&gt;Deabea astept sa ma intorc..off,mi-e dor de tine dude:)&lt;br /&gt;Si dap,ma intorc joi si sambata...hmm..drums drums...my b-day:X (cine a citit pana aici trebuie sa dea o bere).&lt;br /&gt;Asa,acum sa va prezint urmarile postului trecut,considerat controversat de unii,amuzant de altii si "genial,urasc genul ala de oameni" de altii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Curvul terbilist-ma bucur ca ai realizat cat de prost esti.Imi place cand cineva ma suna nervos si imi aduce argumente de cacat si peste 5 minute imi spune "ai dreptate,dar ce ai vrea sa fac"...dragul meu...nu stiu,imbata-te si sari de la o inaltime considerabila daca simtit ca nu mai are rost.&lt;br /&gt;@Ratatul smecher-hmm...bai "boss" daca ma prinzi ce ziceai ca imi faci? ah da...o sa ma bati:)) Imi place cand un rahat de 1.30 are muschii umflati.E bine..."ziceai ca esti moralist...violenta e arma imoralului"..."aaaa....da..ai dreptate" epic,nu mai trebuie sa zic nimic.&lt;br /&gt;@ratata care se crede cultivata,corecta si sentimentala-In continuare mananci rahat cu polonicul si e dureros ca stii ca e rahatul tau si ca il savurezi cu atata pasiune.E si mai penibil ca stii ca am dreptate doar ca,normal...rahatul tau e mai bun.Stiu ca refuzi sa vorbesti avec moi pentru ca stii ca e adevarat ce spun si mai stiu si ca desi "tie nuti pasa" vei citi chestia asta si apoi vei reciti postul anterior doar ca sa vezi inca odata cat de bine te regasesti acolo in caz ca aveai dubii ca vorbesc despre tine,ca de, te'ai simtit cu musca pe caciula desi nici macar nu am scris ca e despre tine sau ceva de genul.Tu ai crezut asta.I just went along.:)) Si stii ce imi place?ca ceilalti doi chiar erau in context si au realizat cat de infecti sunt (si nu...nu o sa se atace ca am zis asta).Dar tu?Tu probabil ai facut o criza de nervi nestiind macar daca postul e despre tine sau nu.Ma rog,te'ai simtit cu musca pe caciula?ok.Pentru tine am urmatoarele sfaturi: Vezi si tu cat de penibila si ratata esti si dati 3 palme si sinucide-te.Dar de,o sa zici ca tu faci totul corect si ca esti o persoana normala si apreciata.Mda..pentru o persoana ok ai multe probleme(cam atatea probleme ca si o inchisoare contruita intr-un swaitzer).Fericirea se atinge atunci cand poti sa zici linsitit "coae...ma doare in cur de tot si nam nici o treaba...ma duc sa ma dsitrez si sa ma simt bine si sunt super heppi"...dar tu nu...tu trebuie sa suferi ca sa te bage lumea in seama pentru ca esti o frustrata si daca cineva iti zici ca suferi (de tine chiar) ca o proasta si ca nu ai motive si ca esti nebuna ii spui "nu ai sentimente...esti imoral si imatur si ahh...durerea pe care o simt si vartejul de sentimente triste din mintea mea...sunt damnata sa traiesc in chin bla bla"...rahat pe bat frate.Daca nu ai de ce sa suferi si suferi doar pentru ca esti proasta,meriti sa isi bage lumea pula in tine(doar la figurat,ca de asta ai tu headquarters-ul www.pornhub.com,have fun) si sa nu te placa/inghita nimeni.Esti genul de persoana de care chiar nu ar trebui sa pese nimanui.Si tu stii asta.Stii ca esti proasta si te victimizezi cu chestia asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa rad cu pofta de fiecare data cand te vad si nu pentru ca ai fi amuzanta.Esti genul de peisaj deprimant hilar si te apreciez (si nu doar eu) pentru asta.De ce am scris atata despre aceasta peroana cu care eu practic nu am vrut niciodata sa am nici o treaba?pentru ca s'a atacat ca o imbecila si banuiesc ca a avut o criza de nervi cand a citit postul trecut.Si e cea mai penibila animala care a bantuit vreodata barurile capitalei.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce citesti postul asta sami lasi un comm(pe care oricum nu o sa il aprob,ca aici nu e nici confesionar si nici mental institution) si sami zici parerea ta sincera.Promit ca nu om sa te fac de rahat,ca esti deja,doar ca mna...ceilalti idioti au inteles,numai tu suferi de inteligenta cereasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prmoit ca asta o sa fie ultimul post de genul asta in care ma iau de oameni,dar da...unii chiar si-o cer si si-o si merita.&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time..."Always look on the bright side of life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:Love ya dude and i miss you so damn much:)27!&lt;br /&gt;PS2:Omg...a fuckin dragon!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ps3:Am mancat toata pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night...and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-4745423386970235168?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4745423386970235168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=4745423386970235168' 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type='html'>Deci,am fost ieri la sonisphere sa vad Anthrax,Megadeth,Slayer si Metallica.O seara execptionala cu "the big 4" care s'au ridicat la inaltimea numelor acestora.Anthrax au cantat foarte ok si mi'a dat o lacrima cand au bagat "heaven and hell" pentru Dio si am tipat din toti plamanii,mai ales atunci cand a zis solistul "remember ronnie man"(i sure will).Megadeth au fost exceptionali,sunet perfect,melodiile cantate ca la carte si un Dave Mustaine ca in vremurile bune.Slayer au fost...hmm..la slayer nu prea am fost atent,dar s'au auzit ok.La Metallica a fost magie pura,un concert care il bate la cur pe ala de acum 2 ani.Un setlist perfect si o interpretare perfecta cu un sunet la fel de perfect,care au generat un moment la fel de perfect pe "nothing else matters".&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa ma duc si azi la Rammstein,dar nu ma mai tin pletele si gatul pentru inca o seara.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat despre concert.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la un film foarte ok cu Mada si Irina(Irene:&gt;) si a fost foarte dubios,gen:&lt;br /&gt;irina:-Taci!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:-CE?&lt;br /&gt;Irina:-te lovesc!(si isi zornaie zurgalaii care cica erau bratari)&lt;br /&gt;Eu:-Tu faci in toate felurile cu bratarile alea&lt;br /&gt;Ele:*1 min de ras tare de se auzea in toata sala*&lt;br /&gt;Irina:-Taci!&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,filmul a fost ok (Letters from Juliet) si era o faza cu o trufa si ceva in italiana dupa care mi sa parut foarte funny.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,toate merg bine si in curand o sa ma car iarasi la Vanju si apoi la mare in 2 mai si apoi....Iron Maiden!&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru partea aia a postului in care mi se scoala sa critic pe cineva/mai multa lume:&lt;br /&gt;Once a lame loser,you always remain a lame loser.Thinking about yourself that "I changed" just makes it the more enjoyable for the others who can see you and say to themselves "hei,he's even more retarded than before...wow,that's possible".&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa te schimbi?&lt;br /&gt;Incepe prin ati schimba camasa aia pe care o porti in fiecare zi,dute acasa,stai acolo 1 saptamana si mediteaza,fumeaza o tigara,bea o cola,dati o laba(daca poti),uitate la un film,mananca inghetata,uitate in oglinda,vorbeste cu prietenul/prietena ta cea/cel mai bun/buna si intreaba-i ce sa faci ca sa nu mai fi un ratat/ratata.Daca nu stiu ce sa iti spuna si iti vor spune ceva de genul "dar tu nu ai nimic,tu esti ok.Lumea e rea si lipsita de moralitate" sinucide'te.Daca nu o sa o faci vei ajunge ca un fel de Hulk care sta la o cana de ceai in carturesti(ca de,unde sa se duca si hulk intr-o sambata?mai ales ca a avut o revelatie si si'a dat seama ca nu e prost cica).&lt;br /&gt;Si asta sunt cele mai enervante animale de pe planeta.Animalele alea care uita de unde au plecat si acuma cred ca sunt cine stie ce mari moralisti sau intelectuali cu o gandire si o personalitate cerseasca.Vai de capu tau bai junior in ale gandirii.Iti da omul sai sugi pula si crezi ca te'a binecuvantat dumnezeu.Si dupa aia nu mai scapa omul de tine si dupa ce iti da cu jet  si se pisa pe tine il faci "imoral" sau "nesimtit".Esti praf bai boboc,tu persoana insiginifanta pe care nu da nimeni 2 bani.Daca ai ajuns tu sami dai mie lectii de moralitate si sami spui mie cat de corect esti tu atunci e clar,trebuie o bere.Si nu ca te afecteaza,dar te pisalogesc cu vocile lor care iti suna in cap(ca un ansamblu de mate in calduri zgaraiand o tabla,cu Eric Clapton pe fundal) si te critica pentru ceva de care pe tine te doare undeva.Cum pnm iti permiti sa ma critici tu,un ratat in care toti si-au bagat si ce nu aveau si care plange ca un copil tot timpul pe la coltul strazii ba ca e gras,ba ca e prost,ba ca lumea e rea,ba ca uite cat de incorecti si inculti sunt ceilalti si cum nu au pricipii(ca tu oi avea o gramada frate,principii de n'ar mai fi ai).E ca si cum ai arunca pe jos un servetel si ar sari in sus si ar tipa cu o voce soarece "uitati,imoralitatea,uitati...cat de neiteligent si barbar".Stii ca e ok sa ai principii,dar nu atunci cand le aduci ca argument in orice rahat.Mai ales cand eu ti'am format prcatic principiile alea tarfa de om ce esti.Inainte sa fi prieten cu mine erai o curva infecta care sugea pula gratis si se dadea mare triva.Si acuma tot asta esti,doar ca acum cica ai moralitate.&lt;br /&gt;Si principiile alea nu valoreaza 2 bani in ochii nimanui.De ce? pentru ca trebuie sa inveti sa nuti pese de aproape nimict,ca sa inveti cu adevarat sati pese in totalitate de ceva.Si acum vine intrebarea: "ce plm te doare ce fac eu? cine mm esti tu cu gasca aia de ratati ca sa ma critici pe mine?In timp ce voi stati si plangeti ca niste emolai true motivand ca aveti sentimente si va pasa de alti oameni,eu ma duc si ma distrez si ma simt bine si sunt fericit cum nam mai fost vreodata.Si cu atat cu cat va atacati mai mult,cu atat ma simt eu mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Cainii latra,ursul trece,sau...daca preferi "bitches bark as a man who really doesn't care goes somewhere to drink a beer" Continua sa suferi prietene,cotinua sati fie rusine de tine,continua cu frustrariile astea de mature wanna be,continua sa iti fie frica de orice rahat dar totusi sa ai gura mare si sa tipi ca esti o persoana buna.Suferinta ta este amuzamentul meu si crede-ma ca niciodata nu m'am simtit mai bine.:) &lt;br /&gt;It's just better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can turn your face away&lt;br /&gt;can pretend you don't hear it&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been begging on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And now that you're near it&lt;br /&gt;Won't you be damned if you defy what you're given&lt;br /&gt;Mercury of salvation&lt;br /&gt;The colors for the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;We'll be kings for generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man in your hideaway&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here&lt;br /&gt;Heroes in the tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Down-home just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way down to the hide away&lt;br /&gt;Afflatus divine!&lt;br /&gt;Your hands and a wicked symphony&lt;br /&gt;Hey now to the hideaway&lt;br /&gt;Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7429272866872246714?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7429272866872246714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7429272866872246714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7429272866872246714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7429272866872246714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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plecat la Vanju Mare.Mi'am revazut bunicii si un vechi prieten cu care am baut niste jack plus bere plus vin la discretie.Nu am reusit sa ma imbat spre dezamagirea mea de atunci.Pana la urma,e mai bine treaz presupun.&lt;br /&gt;Am umblat prin Mes Amis (nu o sa ma auziti spunandu-i "Harley") cu Poe,Papy,Alex si alte adiacente de care nu prea imi mai amintesc.Am stat o noapte in plaoie si am scris ceva versuri care au iesit bestial,dar nu le voi publica aici(to intimate) si am luat auiditiile de la Opera Prima(dupa a 3-a tura de auditii,serios acum...de cate ori trebuie sa fiu the best?:&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog...good times,bad times(deobicei in aceasi zi,dubios nu?):)).&lt;br /&gt;Despre bad times prefer sa nu comentez,ca vorba aia,au trecut si e totul ok acum.Si da frate,chiar e ok si parca viata e frumoasa si merge inainte cu o viteza spontana.Like a runaway train.&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei,deabia astept concertul de sambata si maidenul si gary moore si sa merg la mare...in pirati.Off,cat de dor imi e de nisipul ala,de sarea aia din aer si de mirosul de mare si de toti prietenii cu care ma duc in 2 mai.&lt;br /&gt;Si imi mai e dor...de tine dude.Chiar imi e si can't wait to see you tomorrow:).&lt;br /&gt;Si happy A-day to you bai,25.5 daca nu chiar 26 daca imi fortezi mana.:P&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...it spins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever touch the starlight?&lt;br /&gt;Dream for a thousand years?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of a newborn century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time has come to doubt&lt;br /&gt;About the holy verse&lt;br /&gt;It is just a weak reflection&lt;br /&gt;In our endless universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your hour of darkness&lt;br /&gt;The beauty guides your way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3047077627364165536?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8095668875858158728</id><published>2010-06-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:06:49.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock'n'roll children</title><content type='html'>In sfrasit am scapat de scoala,in sfrasit am free time la discretie,chiar 3 luni.Am incheiat anul cu  bine,toate bune si frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;In vacanta asta planuiesc sa nu fac nimic cat mai mult timp si pe ici pe colo sa fac cate ceva extraordinar,ca na,asa se cuvine.&lt;br /&gt;In vacanta asta probabil o sa umblu foarte mult prin diferite locuri in care o sa lenevesc,dar voi umbla prin de 2 ori mai multe locuri unde ma voi distra.Voi bea bere pe caldura insuportabila,voi face baie in mare,voi vedea Aerosmith,Maiden,Metallica,Gary Moore(si cam tot ce vine in vara asta),voi juca fotbal (chiar maine),voi dormi(chiar azi),voi freca menta(chiar acum),voi picta capela sixtina,voi rezolva mistere cu scooby doo si il voi face pe maestrul Yoda mai inalt ca sa nu mai fie luat in deradere de cine stie ce "nonbeliveri".&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,azi m'am vazut cu Mada si ne'am uitat la un episod din Friends si i'am testat capacitatile incercand sa ne uitam la Star Wars(hmm...fail?).Ok,ne'am  uitat de 3 sferuturi de Star Wars si mergea totul ok pana cand a aparut Yoda si ea a inceput sa rada,compunand din mici crize de ras una imensa:P.Anyway,a fost foarte tare si m;am simtit excelent azi.Happy,happy,joy,joy stuff:)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you dude.I'll miss those cat eyes and that laughter of yours.I'll miss every hug and i'll miss every star that wont be on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Si...na,ca nam mai facut demult o leapsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Care este cheia fericirii tale? Ce te face să zâmbeşti în fiecare zi?&lt;br /&gt;Deci cheia fericirii mele este o cheie cu gat lung si inscriptii de argint pe care o port legata de un lant subtire sub vesta si am primit-o de la Gandalf.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,cheia fericirii mele presupun ca ar fi sa nu am probleme pe cap(care sami provoace ingrijorari) si siguranta si increderea pe care o acord si mi'o acorda alti oameni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Care este modelul tău în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Modelul meu in viata este cainele meu.Nu face nimic,bea si mananca si doarme tot timpul si pentru nu stiu ce motiv este foarte apreciata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Crezi că ai pe cine să te bazezi când dai de greu?&lt;br /&gt;Da,ma pot baza pe 3-4 oameni.Genuri diferite de oameni.La unul ma duc cand am nevoie de ceva material.La altul cand am nevoie de o discutie legata de ceva sentimental.La altul cand ma plictisesc.Iar la ultimul...hmm..cand vreau sa vad stele presupun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Titlul melodiei preferate este?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Păstrezi ceva ca amintire de la o persoană dragă?&lt;br /&gt;Dap,pastrez multe chestii,chiar daca nu stiu pe unde le las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Două lucruri pe care le ai mereu la tine?&lt;br /&gt;Telefonul si mp3-ul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Ce înseamna ura pentru tine?&lt;br /&gt;Deci ura este ca sahul,iar sahul "este piesele alea de le pui in punga cand joci table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Crezi că dincolo de moarte este viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;Da.Sunt ferm convins.Dupa ce mori devi o tigaie pe aragazul timpului.Viata este ceva redundant,o falsitatea trupeasca cu care suntem indoctrinati.Trebuie sa ne dam drumul si sa acceptam imensitatea nimicniciei.(serios,ce fel de intrebare e asta?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Poţi uita repede problemele?Poţi uita durerile din trecut?&lt;br /&gt;Depinde de gravitatea lor.As zice da,pentru ca deobicei intervine gandirea rationala si nu am nevoie de o gloata de oameni sami spuna "treci peste,nu ai de ce sa suferi".Imi dau si singur seama de asta si in momentul ala se opreste.Bineinteles,daca am de ce sa sufar,o voi face chiar cu placere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Cea mai mare realizare de până acum este?&lt;br /&gt;Diversele participari si premii la concursuri si hmm,cariera mea de Galilei(asta e chiar ingenioasa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altă leapşă. (playlist-ul pe shuffle, în playlist numai ur fav band)Ok,aleg Maiden&lt;br /&gt;1.Are you a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Rime of the ancient marriner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Describe Yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Describe where you currently live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trooper&lt;br /&gt;5.If you could go anywhere, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Dance of death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favorite form of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Face in the sand(sunt strut?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Powerslave(papy?:-w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.You and your best friend are:&lt;br /&gt;Mother Russia(vodka innuendo:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What’s the weather like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours don't run&lt;br /&gt;10.Favorite time of day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of Innocence&lt;br /&gt;11.If your life was a TV show what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;Invaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave new world(oh da!)&lt;br /&gt;13.Your relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Dream of mirrors(aaaa...really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;Aces High(mda...deci sa nu dea avioanele peste mine,nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is the best advice you have to give?&lt;br /&gt;Wasted years(daca se uita careva la versuri,chiar e un advice bestial acolo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Paschendale(world war II battle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.My motto:&lt;br /&gt;Secenth son of the seventh son(he has the power to forsee:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va las!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was meant to be wild&lt;br /&gt;He was nearly a child&lt;br /&gt;But they only could feel each other&lt;br /&gt;They were paper and fire&lt;br /&gt;Angel and liar&lt;br /&gt;The devil of one another"(DIO-rock n roll children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8095668875858158728?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8095668875858158728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8095668875858158728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8095668875858158728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8095668875858158728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/06/rocknroll-children.html' title='Rock&apos;n&apos;roll children'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-695874688175674589</id><published>2010-06-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:52:29.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the amazing skies</title><content type='html'>Poate=da? Sper ca asa e.Astazi a fost D-dayul privind anul acesta si pot sa spun ca a mers cam pe jumatate cat de bine as fi sperat.Ziua a inceput oribil la 7 si 20 cu mine singur in curtea liceului invatand despre inudctia in campul electromagnetic.FFS! La 8 intru.Intru plin de curaj si imi spun "hai ca de 5 sigur stiu".Si peste 40 de minute "nai stiut nimic aproape,treci la loc" si eu "dar..." "nici un dar,la loc".&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles ca au fost niste faze cu sopteli si chestii.Adriana din banca "iiiiii",si eu acolo "ok,iiiiiii"...."nu ma I mare" ok "I mare" sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un sir de epic failuri imi ies 2 formule care cica erau gresite si apoi trecem la ascultarea orala.Am mai rupt acolo una-doua chestii si ma expediat.&lt;br /&gt;Iesim toti din clasa si il prind eu pe hol "domn' profesor,neati incheiat mediile?" "da,bineinteles" "si,am trecut?" "poate".:|&lt;br /&gt;CE PLM INSEAMNA "POATE"? O sa dea cu banul in cancelarie si acolo "he will decide my fate" sau ce?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,al 2-lea pain in the ass in ziua de azi a fost religia,la care cu ajutorul unei minciuni bine plasate am reusit sa scot un "voi mai vorbi cu doamna ta diriginta si vedem daca iti inchei media.exista sanse".De ce e totul lasat la noroc nu stiu....&lt;br /&gt;Apoi a venit sportul,unde nu l'am gasit pe prof si o sa ma duc maine sa bag materiale acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Chimia sa rezolvat,am trecut fara emotii.&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa acest sir de ingrijorari si chestii tot nu stiu ce dracu fac si cum si ce....&lt;br /&gt;Pot doar sa sper in momentul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un fotbal in care mi'am etalat talentul de gate-keeper aveam nevoie de o bere in corin,care si-a facut aparitia cu o ora dupa(slava cerului).&lt;br /&gt;Am avut nevoie si de o Mada huggable si sweet care sa ma ajute sa trec peste ziua asta de cacat si la fel ca si berea,aceasta nu s-a lasat asteptata.&lt;br /&gt;Dude,esti un fel de piatra filozofala care poate sa transforme o zi de cacat intro zi foarte tare.Thx dudette,pentru tot.Este geniala and I love you.Inser "spuf" si "24" here,da?:)&lt;br /&gt;Right click,Delete,Yes to all,empty recicle bin.&lt;br /&gt;Deci suntem nebuni sau geniali...hmm,both i think si totusi,the stars were shining very bright today:)&lt;br /&gt;Si ma bucur ca sunt unul dintre tipii pe care ii iubesti si sunt si idiot:))&lt;br /&gt;Ok,ok...dont kill me but I simply couldn't resist that joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns acasa dupa ceva timp si am vazut "dead silence"(friggin creepy that movie!) si am adormit.&lt;br /&gt;Cand m'am trezit am ascultat noua piesa Iron Maiden(care ejaculeaza awesomeness)pe care o puteti gasi pe youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...atat deocamdata,pana cand voi afla si eu ce inseamna "poate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed, lust and angry pride&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old, same old ride&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and mirrors visions that you see are just like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a banker's face&lt;br /&gt;With just a letter out of place&lt;br /&gt;I know someone just like you knows someone just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Dorado come and play&lt;br /&gt;El Dorado step this way&lt;br /&gt;Take a ticket for the ride&lt;br /&gt;El Dorado streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;See those over sold&lt;br /&gt;You've got one last chance to try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-695874688175674589?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/695874688175674589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=695874688175674589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/695874688175674589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/695874688175674589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-at-amazing-skies.html' title='Look at the amazing skies'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1178440853898016088</id><published>2010-06-01T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:26:47.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With a strike of the clear mind</title><content type='html'>Incep postul asta,ca deobicei,cu ultimele "noutati" si evenimente petrecute in decursul saptamanii (in care din nou mi'a fost prea lene sa scriu).&lt;br /&gt;Deci,mi'am rezolvat si eu situatia la Atp si mai raman maine fizica,religia si sportul.Mda la fizica am emotii ca dracu si e extrem de naspa,pentru ca de la anu' vreau sa ma transfer la F,cat sa scap de cocalarii/incultii/pitipoancele de care sunt inconjurat momentat.Serios acum...nu inteleg de ce ma mai intreaba lumea de ce chiulesc de la ore? Pentru ca simt ca devin mai prost cu fiecare minut petrecut in clasa asta de rahat.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,am petrecut un weekend ok,fugar prin cotloanele bucurestiului nocturn si luni m'am vazut cu Mada si a fost foarte foarte sweet si genial(ca o plantatie de ceai):).&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost o zi care a inceput prost,cu mine ajungand cu jumatate de ora mai devreme la liceu pe timp de greva(adica la 7 si 25 eram acolo),asteptand sa intru la cele 2 ore de franceza(care au fost a waste of time,da,mai bine dormeam).Am fost intampinat de un Bulban filozof si de o Mada inuman de adormita.M'am trezit in adevaratul sens al cuvantului pe la ora 9 si jumatate si la fel si ea(mda..a inceput sa se gadile,sau nu?).Oricum,dupa ore am mers cu ea,Mika,Pitty,Mike,Bulbi and Amina in Corin sa bem o bere.&lt;br /&gt;M'am bagat la un sah cu mike si cu Amina,hmp...am iesit cu un 2-2 echitabil pana la urma si apoi am incercat sa ma afund in tenebrele necunoscutului si sa inteleg Farmville.Mi'am dat seama ca este un WOW cu ferimieri si ca plantezi mazare si faci XP points.De asta nu merge bine agricultura in Romania,nimeni nu mai planteaza nimic pe bune.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi m'am dus home si am vazut pe pat cadoul de ziua copilului(tricou cu Dark side of the moon:&gt;FUCKERS!:X) si am mai reflectat un pic la niste versuri pentru un nou cantec si si si si...ei bine,here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it all inside 'till the dreams come upon you,&lt;br /&gt;Struggle to resist even though they will haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Moving on in darkness knowing they never knew&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of honesty and love now left so few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grey horizont waits as i walk in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;with sins on my back i will walk to the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Seek the inside peace i thougt is lost forever&lt;br /&gt;Decayed in lie when I thought i was so clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falseness took control of me in the early hours&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i would regret but the taste still sours&lt;br /&gt;all the good left in me,all of my powers&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on like this a black soul devours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ride the sky,in trought the night&lt;br /&gt;wander day by day&lt;br /&gt;Darkened mind without the light&lt;br /&gt;Forever i will pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dreams i lived,in dreams i died,&lt;br /&gt;subjected inner fight&lt;br /&gt;for you I loved,for me I lied,&lt;br /&gt;forever will be night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:Afraid i would lose you i lived this lie&lt;br /&gt;Coward and a raven with no wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;Would give my life away,&lt;br /&gt;just to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;would've rather made a crime&lt;br /&gt;Just for you,just for you to know&lt;br /&gt;what's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection gone,the mirror broken,&lt;br /&gt;i cant whitstand to see&lt;br /&gt;for what i did and what i woken&lt;br /&gt;the monster i will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banned in exile,all alone&lt;br /&gt;lost in sorrow tears&lt;br /&gt;melting all my flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;came to life my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the world,i'll reach it's edge&lt;br /&gt;just to find you now&lt;br /&gt;hopes are dying on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;swallowed by it's maw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry a sea,i'd sail on it&lt;br /&gt;just to be forgived&lt;br /&gt;saw your face filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;from that point i never lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R--------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1178440853898016088?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1178440853898016088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1178440853898016088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1178440853898016088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1178440853898016088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-strike-of-clear-mind.html' title='With a strike of the clear mind'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-3628929596800179220</id><published>2010-05-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:37:35.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the greater good</title><content type='html'>Weekend genial ce tocmai a trecut,de ce plm ai trecut? Ma rog,zilele astea am fost plecat de pe plaiurile Bucurestiului astuia plin de cocliti cu deziluzii de granduare.&lt;br /&gt;Am ales un loc micut,uitat de lume ca destinatie pentru weekendul asta + Rusaliile(ce dracu sunt alea?).Bautura a curs,tigarile au fost sudate,muzica a fost excelenta,mingea parca se juca singura,ploaia a fost calda,apusul de pe varful dealului a fost verde .A fost o gura de aer proaspat intr-un plaman infestat cu fumul innecacios inhalat din atmosfera joasa a peisajului bucurestean.&lt;br /&gt;M'am intors azi la ora 7 si ceva si m'am bagat in baie.Am mai citit una-alta pe net si mi'am mai amintit niste faze random.Simplitatea unei alte vieti pentru 2 zile combinata cu amintirile/textele citite pe unele bloguri m'au facut sa realizez cateva chestii.&lt;br /&gt;M'au facut sa realizez ca exista diferente majore intre a fi diferit,SPECIAL si a avea ceva special.Pentru inceput,a fi diferit presupune doar a nu semana cu majoritatea celorlati.E o chestie ok in general,dar come on!Daca esti diferit de turma nu inseamna ca mai bun sau ca tu contezi.In al 2-lea rand a fi SPECIAL inseamna ca si in cazul de a fi diferit sa nu semeni cu nimeni,sa fi rebel,sa fi diferit doar de dragul de a nu fi ca ceilalti,crezand ca asa te poti afirma si ca ceilalti vor spune "hei,uite un tip care nu e mine sau ca noi,inseamna ca are ceva special si ca parerea lui are ceva special,wow!".Imi pare rau sa te dezamagesc,persoana cu aspiratii de revolutionar,nu esti mai bun decat oricine altcineva.Originalitatea ta este inautentica,este practic ne-originala.&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles,parerea ta este diferita si vor fi cativa care te vor urma si vor spune "suntem originali pentru ca spunem ca originalul".Mda,va las pe voi sa decideti ce e gresit in asta,mie imi este prea lene.&lt;br /&gt;A avea ceva special,pff...inseamna a fi practic un om nonconformist ;a un nivel moderat,fara dorinta arzatoare de afrimare,un om care stie ca e diferit,dar incearca sa nu le scoata altora ochii cu asta.Un om care se lasa apreciat daca este apreciat si care se lasa criticat daca este ciritcat.Un om care stie ca e om.Un om care stie ca exista si alti oameni.Un om care nu e gratis.Un om care nu isi foloseste mintea doar pentru a vedea ce curent e la moda doar pentru a fi impotriva lui.Un om care stie ce spune.Un om care nu considera ca "parerea mea conteaza si pentru mine si pt ceilalti si e cea corecta".Sa zicem ca as asculta iarba crescand si ca as spune "muzica pe care o ascult eu este atat de marfa,dar voi cei care ascultati orice alt gen muzical care are o gama de fani mai mare de 2 sunteti niste ratati,ca sunteti multi".Pana la urma argumentul suprem este "mie numi place asta,deci e naspa" fuck off bitch! Cateodata poate e mai bine sa fi normal,la locul tau si sa mergi pe langa rau,inloc sa incerci sa inoti impotriva sa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,inchei chestia asta.Oricine cu juma de neuron a inteles ce voiam sa zic.Si oricine cu juma de neuron isi va tine dracu gura si nu imi va da un comment de genul "cine esti tu?" sau sa se dea exemplu pe sine ca si contraargument(ca doar se simte,nu?).Nu ma intereseaza.Eu mi'am exprimat parerea si am dreptul asta.Nu zic ca e corecta,zic doar ca e a mea.Asa cum o gramada de idioti apar la Tv sau au bloguri si isi exrpima parerile lor "calificate" sau "corecte" sau "geniale" si sunt linsi in cur de alti oameni "originali",asa pot si eu sa am o parere.da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o mainera mai placuta,&lt;br /&gt;Happy A-day dude:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda,Carrefourul ala plin de oameni e tot acolo.Si e tot plin de oameni.Si inca ai piele normala si ceva ma face sa cred ca mereu o sa ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More pain and misery in the history of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems more like the blind's leading the blind&lt;br /&gt;And now because of them,you think that we would learn&lt;br /&gt;But still the body count,the city fires burn&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's someone dying in a foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the world is crying stupidity of man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-3628929596800179220?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3628929596800179220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=3628929596800179220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3628929596800179220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/3628929596800179220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-greater-good.html' title='For the greater good'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1883906109011996151</id><published>2010-05-18T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:27:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow in the dark</title><content type='html'>Off,ce mai zile am avut si eu.A fost Ac/dc-ul.A fost incredibil,ireal,a fost precum titanii s'ar fi suparat si ar fi zis "ne bagam pula,coboram din cer si mergem in piata constitutiei"(tin sa mentionez ca a fost cam ca la Maiden,doar ca atunci se coborasera zeii).O sa mentionez doar aspectele pozitive:sunet perfect,show memorabil de proportii imense,companie placuta foarmata din vechea garda (taicamiu,Geo,Soare,Nicu) cu care am cantat cot la cot.ATAT! E bine ca amintirea acestui concert sa ramana fix asa pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Amintirea acestui concert proaspata cum era in dimineata de luni,a fost parca distrusa de vestea ca Ronnie James Dio,solistul meu preferat si omul pentru care aveam cel mai mare respect din aceasta lume a murit.Nu am cuvinte.Nu stiu cum sa exprim.Parca e un gol lasat in viata mea.Un gol care a fost umplut timp de 14 ani de zile de ce a insemnat Dio prin muzica,persoana si prezenta.Un gol care nu va mai fi umplut niciodata.Rock in peace my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on and on,IT's HEAVEN AND HELL.(RJD 1943-2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my rainbow in the dark,our rainbow in the dark.And now that you're gone,it's just dark.Dark and nothing more si doar 2 persoane au efectul asta asupra mea.Din fericire,numai una e moarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1883906109011996151?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1883906109011996151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1883906109011996151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1883906109011996151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1883906109011996151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbow-in-dark.html' title='Rainbow in the dark'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5227852377210185082</id><published>2010-05-11T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:18:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After all...</title><content type='html'>Deci,dupa ce iarasi am lenevit o spatamana si am vrut sa scriu in fiecare zi dar mi'a fost prea lene m'am hotarat sa scriu din nou despre ceva mizilicuri neinteresante.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut Pittisul si am fost cat de cat ok cica.Nam luat nimic,dar asta nu conteaza.Ideea e ca we had fun.Am terminat versurile de la End of days si m'am gandit sa le public.Wait for it! In ultima vreme am fost cam orice.Am fost ignorat,am fost suparat,am fost enervat,am fost fericit,am fost un dulce,am fost cireasa de pe gunoi,am fost precum un voluntariat despre avorturi(inutil),am fost apreciat,am fost beat,am fost plimbat cu masina,am fost...nu stiu..am fost cam orice.(btw,eveything you did,i did better)&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit un sulfet chitarist in liceu,Alex pe numele lui.Foarte tare omul si logic,nu m'am putut abtine sa nu ii ofer posibilitatea de a colabora cu unul dintre variatele grupuri muzicale in care sunt bagat.&lt;br /&gt;Mai artul a pica pentru ca nu mai poate Vera(asta la teatru) si a picat si la muzica pentru ca nu mai vor astia sa se bage(cica e prea official).&lt;br /&gt;In weekend am fost cu andrei,edy si inca cativa prin oras pana pe la 1 noaptea si dupa aia m'am carat la Papi unde am vazut Clash of the titans(LOTR cu greci) si Iron man 2 (cocalarul care asculta ac/dc si poarta fiare).O dezamagire ambele filme dar nevermind.A fost foarte fun.&lt;br /&gt;Luni am ignorat si am fost ignorat.Great day!:))&lt;br /&gt;Azi am mai repetat cate ceva pentru rolul meu de Lapusneanul si am terminat versurile,ca apoi sa vina andrei sa ma care pana acasa.&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei...&lt;br /&gt;In aeste versuri am adoptat un stil un pic mai diferit in care am combinat cam ce mi se intampla mie (fericire,amuzament,suparare,nebunie).Hope you dudes like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,the crumbeling's near&lt;br /&gt;oh,the fire is here&lt;br /&gt;when it's wasted and gone&lt;br /&gt;oh,the cleansing is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they roam on the streets&lt;br /&gt;runnin down to get some seats&lt;br /&gt;the news are striking them down&lt;br /&gt;that fire descends form the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeple showed madmen faces&lt;br /&gt;murdering their own races&lt;br /&gt;Animals that kill without knowing&lt;br /&gt;'bout waves of insanity flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the fire in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;We were not prepared to die&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Limbs of death are crushing us&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Killin granny in the bus&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin nanny in the ass&lt;br /&gt;Spewing dogshit on the grass&lt;br /&gt;As we count to the end of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the fear that's in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;kill the men and take the dice&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;And the champaign on the ice&lt;br /&gt;turn the french to english fries,&lt;br /&gt;eat what you so long despized&lt;br /&gt;As we count to the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide for your little life&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;stay in bed escape the strife&lt;br /&gt;chicken out right when its time&lt;br /&gt;blow your monkey for a dime&lt;br /&gt;As we count to the end of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not retreat this time&lt;br /&gt;we're not frenchmen filled with slime&lt;br /&gt;it would be a fuckin' crime&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where is the rime&lt;br /&gt;but we count to the end of days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5227852377210185082?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5227852377210185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5227852377210185082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5227852377210185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5227852377210185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-all.html' title='After all...'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-623689066968831686</id><published>2010-05-02T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:55:14.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black diamond</title><content type='html'>Off,lenea asta,nam mai scris nimic de o saptamana.O saptamana in care chiar s'au intamplat destule chestii si sa zicem ca as fi putut sa scriu cate un post pe zi si tot ar fi iesit ceva bun.Oricum,toate merg excelent si parca acest 1 mai a fost ca un val de caldura (si nu doar pentru ca a fost cald afara).&lt;br /&gt;Asa,deci sa scriu cam cum mai merge:&lt;br /&gt;Am jucat piesa de teatru de 3 ori in 2 saptamani:premiera la liceu,la concursul Jean Monnet (unde am luat locul 3 pt cel mai bun actor in rol pricipal):)si inca o data la liceu la ziua portilor deshise.A iesit foarte bine,mai putin la ultima reprezentatie,in care vera nu se mai dezlipea de victor si ma bagasem si eu pe acolo,intreaga scena aratand ca un veritabil threesome:)).&lt;br /&gt;Am rezolvat cu absentele.(aleluia!) si m'am mai bagat intr-un proiect cu o piesa de teatru avec neko,flaviu,rascanu etc,in care am un rol chiar ok si e o piesa foarte funny.&lt;br /&gt;Maine o sa am concert la festivalul FLorian Pittis si sper sa iasa cat de cat bine ce o sa facem acolo.Adica,dupa alea 4-5 repetitii pe care le'am avut pana acum sunt convins ca o sa rupem gura targului:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost la Geo weekendul trecut si weekendul asta si am mai baut cate ceva si altele si ne'am uitat la family guy ca disperatii si a fost genial:).&lt;br /&gt;Am "descoperit" si eu trupa Stratovarius,care suna execptional si inca mai lucrez la un nou cantec,intitulat End of days (nu are legatura cu Arnold),si s-ar putea ca in urmatorul post sa revin cu versurile.:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest,ce sa mai zic...nu prea cred ca s'a mai intamplat ceva:-?:))&lt;br /&gt;M'am vazut ieri cu Mada si a fost foarte misto toata ziua: am vazut(eu a 2-a oara) The men who stare at goats,un film care personal mi-a placut destul de mult,pentru ca sunt si fan Star Wars si a multor alte filme care aveau legatura cu glumele din film.Adica,totusi,sami vad unul dintre actorii preferati,pe Ewan Mc Gregor intreband "What's a Jedi?" was friggin' hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aia,am fost pe lipscani la o bere in Octoberfest si am mai vorbit si a fost foarte tare.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi cred ca pe seara ma duc la o bere pe undeva si pana atunci ma uit la filmarile de la concertul de lansare Trooper pe Tvr 2(da,sper sa ma vad si eu pe acolo) si la Chelsea-Liverpool(go blues!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I see you standing there watching me&lt;br /&gt;your gaze, those eyes are tantalising openly&lt;br /&gt;inviting me to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;there's fascination in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to fight this strong sensation&lt;br /&gt;but there's no chance to escape&lt;br /&gt;from this temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've known you before, repeating phrases,&lt;br /&gt;but I yearn for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;my Black Diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-623689066968831686?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/623689066968831686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=623689066968831686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/623689066968831686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/623689066968831686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-diamond.html' title='Black diamond'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7051644667876388895</id><published>2010-04-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:51:11.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de la GEOmetrie adunate</title><content type='html'>Deci,intampin urmatoarele probleme in aflarea unor raspunsuri intr-o problema de maxima importanta.FIzica,Psihica si chiar geometrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 porci cantareau 180 de kile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unul dintre ei se masturbeaza.Pierde 1 kil.Totalul lor este acum de 179.Unul dintre porci are cu 20 de kile mai mult decat varul de-al 2lea al primului porc.Calculati cate kilograme are porcul in orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca varul de-al 2-lea al celui de-al 2-lea porc are o fundita,o bratara si o fusta de balet facuta dintr-un kilogram de nuci virgine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca kilogramul de nuci virgine sar transforma intr-un kilogram de seminte de floarea muntelui sterp de un rosu aproape Australian?&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca coeficientul de slabit pe zi al unuia dintre porci ar creste expotentia cu 0.42% in fiecare generatie de secunda?&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca cei 3 porci ar fi clonati,clonele lor numindu-se X,y,Mark nu ar dispune de nuci virgine si ar trebui sa impleteasca un kilogram de matasea broastei?Cat ar fi greutatea clonelor adunata cu dublul jumatatzii sfertului grupului de porci autentici?You're fucked now bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Dar se mai poate?Evident!&lt;br /&gt;Daca un porc se juca wow si slabea cate 0.13%pe ora din greutatea inumatatita la patrat a clonei sale?&lt;br /&gt;Daca un porc pierde combustibil?&lt;br /&gt;Daca un porc nu e un porc?&lt;br /&gt;Daca erau elefantei?Ce se intampla atunci? Trebuia sa stii greutatea medie a unui elefantel de la geogrfie,ma boule!Sau macar un search pe gugal.Cred ca initia voiam sa scriu despre elefantei.&lt;br /&gt;Orcium,&lt;br /&gt;Cautati pe wikipedia si gasiti raspunsul la urmatoarea intrebare:&lt;br /&gt;Daca unul dintre porci este imigrant ilegal si defapt era un porcusor de guinea mexican?&lt;br /&gt;Daca porcii erau gay?Daca asta e noua varianta a celor 3 purcelusi?Ciudat,cel putin dubios.?&lt;br /&gt;porcii aia aveau mame?&lt;br /&gt;Daca mamele lor aveau par pe picoare echivalent cu radical din sfertul numarului de copaci taiati din padura ropicala?&lt;br /&gt;Daca mamele erau gay?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,astept raspunsul la aveasta problema la urmatoarea adresa de mail.E concurs.&lt;br /&gt;VRanciul_danyel@vreaucurvemoartecuciapa.sos doriti?.co.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Acest post este un pamflet.Tinem sa va asiguram ca nici un porcusor(sau elefantel) nu a fost ranit in timpul scrierii acestui post.&lt;br /&gt;VERDE FRATILOR!&lt;div 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adunate'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5302623315362371289</id><published>2010-04-20T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:06:23.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way things gonna be</title><content type='html'>Pentru inceput as dori sa spun ca habar nu am ce o sa scriu si cum o sa exprim in scris de gandesc in postul asta(pentru Mika,Eddie,Pitty,Jamie) fara sa jignesc pe cineva sau o chestie de genul.O sa ma straduiesc,dar nu garantez ca o sami iasa.Oricum,o sa fie ceva cu o oarecare moralitate in randurile ce urmeaza,asa ca va rog pe voi,Cei 4 fantastici,cititi si incercati sa intelegeti.ok?&lt;br /&gt;Nu o sa deviez de la subiectul principal cu banalitati cotidiene in postul asta decat un pic.:DIn schimb,as dori sa exprim ideile mele si print versurile unei piese helloween.Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;Faza e in felul urmator.Sunteti 4 oameni cu personalitati diferite.Aveti esntimente.E normal.Sentimentele sunt overrated la un anumit nivel,ok?&lt;br /&gt;Efectiv,cand am vazuto azi pe Mika plangand din vezi doamne ce motiv chiar mi'a sarit tandara,plus ca vorbesc cu fiecare dintre voi si fiecare spune chestii diferite si are pareri diferite.E confuz.&lt;br /&gt;"From our lives' beginning on&lt;br /&gt;we are pushed in little forms&lt;br /&gt;no one asks us how we like to be&lt;br /&gt;in school they teach you what to think&lt;br /&gt;but everyone says different things&lt;br /&gt;but they're all convinced that&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones to see"&lt;br /&gt;In momentul in care aceste pareri si frustrari se bat cap in cap nu e bine.Tind sa nu cred nici una dintre variante,pentru ca nu pot sa aleg intre A si B cand sunt chestii total opuse fara o dovada ceva.&lt;br /&gt;In al 2-lea rand: sunteti ipocriti.Dar rau.Si faptul ca spuneti "stiu ca sunt ipocrit" nu ajuta la nimic.Iprocrizia e cam tot aia cu micniunia.Si nimeni nu are incredere in ce spune un ipocrit.De aia lumea trage concluzii si chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum nu vreau sa aud faze de genul "ipocrizia e manipularea si o folosesc in propriul scop" sau "nu e adevarat,nu sa intamplat nimic" "sunt ok" "numi pasa" sau etc. Din astea am tot auzit din decembrie pana acum si nu ati ajuns nicaieri.Si sincer,chiar nu prea crede nimeni ce spuneti(si acuma sa vina o din aia gen "numi pasa ce crede lumea" si peste 2 zile sa planga careva ca nu il accepta/intelege/iubeste nimeni).Apropo,daca "numi pasa ce crede lumea" e o chestie asa de "in trend" ati putea incerca sa spuneti adevarul daca tot nu va pasa:)).Oricum,deja stiu 4 adevaruri diferite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;So they keep talking and they never stop&lt;br /&gt;and at a certain point you give it up&lt;br /&gt;so the only thing that's left to think is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca nu am avut cum sa va prind pe toti 4 la o bere cat sa vorbesc asa ca am preferat sa scriu aici.&lt;br /&gt;Si continuadu'mi ideea...daca ati afla ce credeti unul despre altul ce'ati face?&lt;br /&gt;Absolut nimic.Stiti deja.Nu va pasa.De ce suferiti?De ce? Pentru ca nu va pasa?Nu stiu.V'ati gandit totusi ca daca va mintit voi intre voi asa si pe fata va tineti in brate si va lingeti,iar pe spate sunteti gen "cat de naspa poate sa fie X" nu va mai avea nici dracu incredere'n voi? &lt;br /&gt;Si totusi,de ce atatea probleme? De ce atatea telenovele inutile? Si telenovele astea ce sunt? Sentimente? Parca voua "nu va pasa de X".Atunci rezulta ca sunt sarade.nu? Poate.Poate e nevoia de atentie/compasiune.Nu stiu.Poate ar trebui sa invatati dracu sa "nu va pese" pe bune.Si sa va pese de aspecte mai importante ale vietii decat cine cu cine se linge,Cine langa cine sta,Cine cum se uita la cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I want out--to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;I want out--leave me be&lt;br /&gt;I want out--to do things on my own&lt;br /&gt;I want out--to live my life and to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi,eu tin la voi.Da,imi sunteti perieteni.Da,sunteti niste oameni ok in aparenta.&lt;br /&gt;Insa,deja ma simt eu ca si cum nu mi'ati spune nimic.Ca si cum ati fi mincinosi.Ca si cum nu pot avea incredere'n voi sau in nimeni care e legat de grupul celor 4.Si asta strica.Va strica pe voi si mai are si victime colaterale.Deci,nu mai suferiti degeaba.NU aveti de ce.Dati o data cartile pe fata cum nu leati mai dat niciodata.Stati impreuna.Fiti sinceri cu voi si cu lumea(sau cel putin cu cine merita).Va fi mai bine.E mai greu,dar e mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me A and B&lt;br /&gt;they tell me how I have to see&lt;br /&gt;things that I have seen already clear&lt;br /&gt;so they push me then from side to side&lt;br /&gt;they're pushing me from black to white&lt;br /&gt;they're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;But don't push me to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;shut your mouth and take it home&lt;br /&gt;'cause I decide the way things gonna be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci,nu doresc sa supar pe nimeni cu postul asta si daca aveti ceva de spus,spuneti.Nu trageti vreo concluzie aiurea fara sa ma intrebati sau sa vorbiti cu mine mai intai ca se p[oate sa intelegeti gresit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,premiera la teatru vineri la liceu:X&lt;br /&gt;Ionie,signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5302623315362371289?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5302623315362371289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5302623315362371289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5302623315362371289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5302623315362371289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-things-gonna-be.html' title='The way things gonna be'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6096106169068732066</id><published>2010-04-11T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:31:07.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>States of matter</title><content type='html'>M'am gandit sa mai scriu si eu ceva pe blog dupa revenirea mea in Bucurestiul nostru mirific si mi'am dat seama ca s'au intamplat atatea in interiorul meu de cand m'am intors si totusi atat de putin in exterior.Dar,pana la urma,conteaza mai mult schimbarea in zona spirituala,nu?:-? Zen shit,i dont know:))The point is that i'm happy and everything goes perfect for me.Sper ca voi evita si voi fi evitat de probleme in viitorul apropiat(nu ca data trecuta).Deci,de cand m'am intors am facut urmatoarele chestii:&lt;br /&gt;-Mers la teatru joi,adica a 2-a zi dupa un drum de 10 ore...doh!Am fost zombie.&lt;br /&gt;_M'am vazut cu iubitoarea mea de francezi care mi'a adus ofranda un tricou genial(si foarte eco) cu ocazia sarbatorilor pascale ce tocmai au trecut,eu aducandu'i ofranda un cd cu ac/dc:P&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-Am mers la ziua Anutei mele dragi(La multi bai&gt;:D&lt;) pe motoare,revazandu'mi fostii colegi de clasa din generala(l'am vazut de Flak si chiar am fost placut surprins sa vad cum poate evolua cineva.Felicitari omule!).&lt;br /&gt;---ok si toate astea intro singura zi.&lt;br /&gt;Am dormit la Ana si ne'am uitat la Citizen Kane,brilliant movie.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost apoi,tot cu Ana la o alta Ana sa ne uitam la un film si a fost foarte funny,dar filmul a fost "a vortex of boredom":)&lt;br /&gt;---Fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Sambata am ajuns cu o intarziere de 1 zi la ziua Tinei(La multi an ma!),care s'a tinut la Kitty acasa.Kira mi'a aratat un joc online foarte dragut si fun,pe care il recomand oricui are ceva inteligenta si s'a plictisit de cacaturile de care colcaie internetul gen "build your empire" (Travian,Ogame etc) si vrea sa incerce ceva diferit.&lt;br /&gt;Link:http://www.elementsthegame.com/&lt;br /&gt;Try it dudes!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la teatru si a fost genial si chiar educativ:&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat ca Mika il joaca mai bine pe bufon ca Jamie(care are cu 2 coaste mai putin).&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Piesa e cam in 2 saptamani si sunteti invitati toti.Voi reveni cu data si ora exacta.&lt;br /&gt;----Si cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;Maine va vad la scoala pe toti oricum si stam la Coltu vesel la o tigara toti:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci as vrea sa completez o leapsa cu premii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa cosnta in scrierea a 10 lucruri care iti plac si la acordarea unui premiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi acorda 3 premii(pe bune),in functie de ce ati scris si voi.&lt;br /&gt;Premiul 1(pentru originalitate si normalitate in acelasi timp)-"Ceva ok,dar pe care daca l'as primi eu nu as fi asa incantat",consta intr-un Yoyo fara sfoara.&lt;br /&gt;Premiul 2(pentru amuzament)-"Always look on the bright side of life,even if you're nailed to the cross" consta intro bricheta Bic mica si albastra.&lt;br /&gt;Premiul 3(pentru sinceritate si profunzime)-"Pentru inocenta ramasa in urma unui razboi",consta intr'o ascutitoare verde care nu ascute cu un strumf inauntrul ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum,voi completa si eu aceasta leapsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Imi place sa ma simt liber,fara probleme si constrangeri&lt;br /&gt;2.Imi place sa stau in natura,departe de oras si sa ma pierd in orele care se scurg pana la apus&lt;br /&gt;3.Imi place muzica,iubesc muzica,iubesc muzica rock si tot ce tine de ea,iubesc ca viata mea sa aiba un soundtrack.(si iubesc englezii si parul cu personalitate,ca tot ziceam de muzica rock)&lt;br /&gt;4.Iubesc marea si apa.&lt;br /&gt;5.Imi place Coltul vesel si oamenii din el&lt;br /&gt;6.Imi place sa joc fotbal&lt;br /&gt;7.Iubesc sa cant la tobe&lt;br /&gt;8.Imi plac viciile&lt;br /&gt;9.Imi place sa gandesc,sa judec,sa trag concluzii.&lt;br /&gt;10.Imi place sa stiu ca exista persoane care tin la mine si pe care ma pot baza.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today dudes:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6096106169068732066?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6096106169068732066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6096106169068732066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6096106169068732066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6096106169068732066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/04/states-of-matter.html' title='States of matter'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5709401297860965546</id><published>2010-04-05T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:50:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train (Inviere,Salonta,cluburi si ceva special)</title><content type='html'>Uite ca a trecut si Pastele asta si nici acum n'am dat vreun mesaj de paste cuiva.Mdeh,as fi trimis la 1-2 persoane.In schimb am primit vreo 15:| De unde cacat imi stiti ma numarul nou?Na,va urez aicia,pe blog.Poftim : "fie ca lumina patimilor jamaicanului aluia alb sa va binecuvanteze fetzele in timp ce preotii iau in primire baietei mici pentru a-i aprofunda in ideologia dumnezeiasca".Oricum,asa cum stiti majoritatea,am ales Salonta (my homeland) ca locatie a sarbatorii de inviere.De ce?Pai e simplu.A fost cea mai tare inviere ever.M'am dus cu unchimiu cica sa luam lumina.Am luat lumina si implicit bricheta,ca nu aveam.Dupa ce am ascultat ceva cantat de preot si nu ma puteam gandi decat la ceva metale celtice,am mers pana in club ca sa fim mai aproape de dumnezeu.Ideile mele au fost simple: daca vinul este sangele lui Jesus,atunci Jaggermeister-ul ce'o fi?.Va zic eu:e sistemul lui imunitar.Anyway,dupa ce am deprins aceste invataturi teologice si am stat pana pe la vreo 5 dim in club,neam carat sa facem o baie in strandul din apropiere,unde m'am bronzat la soarele inexistent si am baut o bere ca sa pot sa ma duc acasa si sa dorm bine pana a 2-a zi la pranz.Zis si facut.&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a zi am aflat ca trebuie sa ma car cu ai mei la niste rude,unde ma asteptau deja scorpiile mitologice(aka. soramea si varamea).Off...dupa o noapte nedormita a trebuit sa ma joc fotbal cu scursurile alea mici.Si nu doar fotbal.Am jucat septica american,am jucat zaruri,am zucat table,am jucat SAH ffs(tin sa mentionez ca fetitele alea au varsta mea luate impreuna).Era sa cedez nervos si le'am spus o vorba de duh cu talc: "two mice fell into a bucket of cream.One drowned.The other one struggled,then drowned" morala la sfrasitul postului.Anyawy,am avut un moment genial,in care am cazut la fotbal si stateam intins pe iarba si ma uitam la cer si mi'am zis "eu nu ma mai ridic".Si mi'am bagat in urechi castile si a picat "avantasia-runaway train" si m'am  simtit liber dupa mult,mult timp si your image popped into my mind;)&gt;:D&lt;.Anyway,azi am in program o iesire tarzie la o pizza avec niste amici si un mers pana'n Oradea(programat initial ieri noapte,dar am adormit),sa cumpar una alta si sa ma intalnesc cu un vechi prieten.Deabia astept sa ma intorc si sa va vad frate! Vreau iarasi teatru si vreau sa merg la ziua Anei si sami revad fostii colegi din generala:) &lt;br /&gt;Atat pentru moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,sa nu uit,the moral was: "Don't fall into a bucket of cream":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riding on to a world of funny flowers&lt;br /&gt;Riding on to the white wide world&lt;br /&gt;If coming back would hurt my pride&lt;br /&gt;I rather take another ride&lt;br /&gt;Riding on, winter on the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Riding on into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;If i'll awake in pain one day&lt;br /&gt;I gotta catch just one more train "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5709401297860965546?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5709401297860965546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5709401297860965546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5709401297860965546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5709401297860965546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/04/runaway-train-invieresalontacluburi-si.html' title='Runaway Train (Inviere,Salonta,cluburi si ceva special)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1712568667413491824</id><published>2010-04-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:48:39.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scales of Justice</title><content type='html'>Si uite asa mai trece un 1 aprilie in care nu am fost pacalit de nimeni si nu am auzit decat o poanta buna in toata ziua(GG Amina).In schimb,inloc de poante am primit o zi cu certuri,funny stuff,2 albume noi de la Avantasia(thx god),o greva la RATB si un pic de scortisoara.Ziua a inceput cu o cearta avec Lupu pe tema "ungaria suge" "ba nu!" in care lordul Ianosh,al vostru scriitor al acestui post a fost tarat pana la etajul 2 la ora de istorie a clasei 11F pentru a i se dovedi ca "nu are dreptate".A fost un moment destul de stanjenitor,i mean...i was kicked in there dude.:))Si totusi,la coltul vesel,se plange lumea din ce in ce mai mult de ipocrizie.Astazi am ajuns la concluzia ca cea mai buna metoda prin care pot explica ce se intampla este sa dau un citat din piesa de teatru: Poetul nostru indragostit dedica o poezie iubitei sale "....clocotesc/Te iubesc!...dar si pe celalalte le iubesc.hmm,dispun de o mare disponibilitate sufleteasca:&gt;".Ceva de genul.Anyway,maine teatru si film cu clasa s diriga.Momentan?Avantasia!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1712568667413491824?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1712568667413491824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1712568667413491824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1712568667413491824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1712568667413491824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/04/scales-of-justice.html' title='Scales of Justice'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-9214622831988909326</id><published>2010-03-30T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:40:36.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March of time</title><content type='html'>In sfrasit,m'am trezit din lenea care imi tinea mainile imobilizate pana acum si m'am gandit sa descriu un pic ziua de azi,care a fost o zi geniala.A avut de toate.A avut:raseste,fotbal,elasitice de par (mersi Mike pt tot;) ),certuri,planseste,palme date,spuf-uri etc.Ziua de azi a inceput cu Ispi (care a luat mister-ul,deci va rog),cu tipul ala cu fata de ursulet care mi'a dat tigari,cu Tiby care cica a prezentat balul si cu o tipa caruia nu'i stiu numele.Nu de altceva,dar erau singurii oameni din curte si ma inteleg ok cu ei.Apoi au venit Mihai cu Ada si Mary si am povestit despre cum se baga Mihai pentru mine cand ma bat tiganii si Ada mi'a facut o codita si tot felul de freze ciudate..sumthing like a palmtree.Anyway,Mihai m'a luat la injuraturi si la intrebari ca cica sunt "mare peste" si ca vreau sa'i fut femeia sau ceva de genul.Yeah,sure:)).Apoi am intrat intro discutie lunga si serioasa cu Don Mihai si s'a bagat si Mike si am rezolvat'o toti 3..Pregatirile incpusera deha pentru concertul Vita de Vie din curtea liceului asa ca am jucat "la malai" pe Rage Against The Machine...brilliant for a goalkeeper.Pauzele au fost foarte tari,coltul vesel a fost tixit de oameni,de data asta neimpartiti in grupulete,ci mai degraba uniti acolo,in cel mai tare loc din toata curtea aia.:)Pitty,sa mi'o aduci pe "Roz" inapoi.Mika,imi pare rau pt vecina ta:(,cheer up diude!Edy,thx man.Mike,Forever in yoru dept.Mada,ai contorsionisti?&gt;:D&lt;.Jamie,sa te vad la fotbal mai des.&lt;br /&gt;O alta parte a acestui post se refera la sincera mea parere despre telenovelele de care deobicei am fetishul sa ma inconjor.Toata lumea plange,toata lumea e trista,toata lumea traieste drame si isi "se gaseste pe sine si isi gaseste prietenii adevarati" si capata si atentia lumii.Foarte bine,esti suparat/suparata draga? Vorbeste cu ma'ta si nu mai stresa atata lume cu cacaturile si frustrarile tale.Hai sa facem show,sa dam sfoara'n tara,sa spunem tuturor prienenilor viziunea noastra despre "ce mia facut ala" sau "ce mi se intampla",sa scriem pe blog,sa facem tot.De ce?Pentru ca suntem suparati si nu ne intelege nimeni si nu avem pe nimeni,nici macar prieteni adevarati.Dar stai!Nu se tot lauda lumea ca asa isi gaseste mult-visatii prieteni? Hmm...off,off,nevoia asta de "prteteni adevarati",mai ales cand dupa parerea ta ai vreo 50 prin curtea scolii si tipi in gura mare oamenilor care deabia te cunosc "eu n'am prieteni si nimeni nu ma intelege si e atat de oribil".Un prieten e ala care te vede suprat,te intreaba ce ai,ii spui si dupa iti zice ori 'imi pare rau" ori "coaie,esti prost!".Pana mea,decat sati pierzi timpul cu telenovele si drame puerile mai putin dramatice decat atunci cand iti moare copilul la Sims 3,e mai bine sa nuti pese si sa treci mai departe,tu fericit si impacat cu tine,decat sa jelesti chestii care nu merita.In plus,pentru mine asta e conversatia tip: X plange sau e suparat.(X nu e nimeni,e doar un stereotip)"ce ai X?" "Nam nimic." "coae,termina ca stii ca nu tine" "ok...pai uite ce sa intamplat..." "asta?de asta esti tu trist?Tembelule,nu merita!" "stiu!".Singura explicatie pe care am putut sa o gasesesc: X este un idiot pt ca sufera ca un aiurit,sau ma rog,cica sufera,si nu are de ce si el stie asta si nu isi vede interesele.X este bolnavul inchipuit.X este un cacat.X isi merita soarta. Ma doare in cur de X,dar ii sunt prieten adevarat ma! de ce? pt ca ma doare'n cur,deci imi pasa,sau asta crede X deobicei.Adevarul e ca din politete mereu intreb lumea ce si cum a patit si ma simt dezgustat din ce motive pot sasi faca probleme unii oameni.Acest X isi face probleme inutile.Numi pasa de lucrurile inutile.Numi pasa de probelemele lui.X este o inutilitate.X trebuie sa vorbeasca mai mult cu mama sa.&lt;br /&gt;Tristetea e o chestie subtila,nu un show la Pro Tv.Din tristete poti iesi usor gandind rational.Din show nu poti sa iesi.Timpul trece indiferent de tristetea Xului si oamenii nebagatori de seama la trsitetea X ului(al caror numar doar va creste) vor face la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time. . .marches&lt;br /&gt;time. . .marches&lt;br /&gt;one without us all, never stops, yes&lt;br /&gt;time. . .marches&lt;br /&gt;time. . .marches&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on, flies eternally"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-9214622831988909326?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/9214622831988909326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=9214622831988909326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9214622831988909326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/9214622831988909326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-of-time.html' title='March of time'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1824422523283105014</id><published>2010-03-28T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:23:15.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a warm summer day,the doctor went away</title><content type='html'>Deci,in ultimele zile s'au intamplat destule chestii ciudate:-?.Am invatat sa nu zic "hop" pana n'am sarit.In postul trecut am spus ca totul este bine si ca e roz etc,etc. In decursul a cateva zile viata mia dat o palma si 2 flegme si mi'a spus "bad ionie,bad!..you think you can have a perfect life?ha! here,i'll steal your phone away,have you grounded,no money si o gramada de absente &gt;:)mwuhaha" iar eu "but..:O3...BITCH!&gt;:P".Dar,stiti voi "Aways look on the bright side of life",nu?..PULA! acum e si innorat afara,naspa!Bine ca macar am ceva paste si o bere in fridiger si niste tigari in sertar...PULA again:)nici mancare dupa 12 ore de umblat haihui,nici o bere,nici tigari.:| Bine ca macar o sa stau linistit si nu ma deranjaza nimeni:) *peste 2 minute* "ionut,scoala'te din somn,imbraca'te ca vin verii tai!".. Situatia incepe sa devina chiar agasanta,iar eu raspund intr'un sictir"mda?vin verii?ce bucurie:&gt;,poate iara ma intreaba cum miam petrecut sarbatorile de pasti inainte de paste:|"...."taci si fa ce zic"...."ok,ii salut si dorm".Planul era simplu:mers pana la usa,dat noroc,"salut",inapoi in camera,schimbat in pijama,somn.Hai ca nu poate sa fie asa de rau...nu? Peste 2 ore de stat in bucatarie si vorbit despre chestii plictisitoare(pula again!) "cum ti'ai petrecut sarbatorile Pascale?"...(2 puli!)...eu.."imi pare rau,ma cheama Ionut,nu Pascal si ma duc la somn..PA!".Dormitez 12 ore si apoi ma trezesc cu un moral mai jos decat iadul si imi zic "always look on the bright side of life"..."hey,macar ma vad cu Mada azi:)".Ma duc sa manac si in timp ce imi savuram cerealele..."nu te duci nicaieri azi,mergem la fotbal noi 2 cu varatu si unchitu" (pula beyond godlike).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,m'am mai linsitit si parca ziua de azi o sa fie chiar ok cu repetitiile la teatru si apoi ziua Alinei (LMA din nou ma!) pe motoare/laptarie  in functiie de arfele vremii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionie,signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:helloween-Dr stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap&lt;br /&gt;Now he's makin' better ones on a higher step&lt;br /&gt;On a warm summer day the doctor went away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where he could make it real&lt;br /&gt;His assistant's hips were nice so he cloned her once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Now his hips are achin' what a deal&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Stein grows funny creatures lets them run into the night&lt;br /&gt;They become great politicians and their time is right"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1824422523283105014?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1824422523283105014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1824422523283105014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1824422523283105014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1824422523283105014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-warm-summer-daythe-doctor-went-away.html' title='On a warm summer day,the doctor went away'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5167073045133723201</id><published>2010-03-24T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:33:09.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a longer fly alone to fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmm,in ultimele zile m'am tot gandit sa scriu mai des pe blog insa timpul si oboseala asta nu prea ma lasa.:) Anyway,i'am citit postul lui Jamie despre ipocrizie si chiar m'a surprins intr-un mod placut.Bravo ma! mandru m'ai facut sa ma simt,ursule:P.Astazi am fost la liceu cica sa pierd vremea prin curte si sa merg la net cu Manea si cu Cristi sa ma invete Fifa,prietenii stiu de ce(cum coae..6-0?).Apoi am avut franca si din nou am pierdut vremea inca o ora in curte dupa ce am terminat,ca a trebuit sa asteptam pana la 4 sa incepem repetitiile.La teatru Vasile a avut o revelatie brusca dandu'si seama ca nebunul este logic,Miu' macaieste pe afara in hohote de ras,Vera e  indragostita de Jihad,Jihad e indragostit de podeaua pe car o tranteste pe Vera,Alinuta aduce fripturi si brichete,lui Jamie i se  nazare si e critic(leustean),Edy inca asteapta trenul de 5 si un sfert spre rai,iar eu....eu beau rachiul de ce'o fi si inca nu ma pot opri din ras cand ma gandesc la Miu'.Blonda a venit azi cu una dintre cele mai cute chestii ever(Spuf:O3) si chiar a facut senzatie faza si maine mergem la repetitii ca sa rupem tot la Pitis\m/.In rest,hmm...prin curte Mika a incercat sami faca rost de bricheta mea Roz inapoi de la Pitty,care cu atat de multa bunavointa mi'a furat'o ieri si a lasat'o acasa azi(mori!),iar Mada se gadila si viseaza la Johnny Depp in timp ce Amina si'a luat fotoliu nou,Neko ma sperie si lui Flavium ii se desintegreaza invelisul capilar de la stres.Deci,pe la liceu,prin coltul vesel,bucuria e la putere si toata lumea se simte ok si e soare si va iubesc ma!.In alte domenii: Am vazut Shutter Island(incredibil de bun filmul) si am ascultat noua piesa Avantasia,Dying for an angel,scoasa cu solistul Scorpions,Klaus Meine(rar se mai aud 2 voci atat de bune impreuna).In continuare ascult Helloween ca disperatul si tot incerc sami downloadez Edwood si sami amintesc ce dracu s'a intamplat cu mine de am ajuns sa ma simt implinit,fara sa am nimic.Ma multumesc cu putin probabil :-?.Anyway,cu prilejul acestui post as dori sami platesc datoriile si sa completez o leapsa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If I were a month I would be … June(sunny:) )&lt;br /&gt;2. If I were a day of the week I would be … Saturday(resting day)&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were a time of day I would be … 10'o clock at night (it's when the forggoten Tim burton costumes come to life)&lt;br /&gt;4. If I were a planet I would be … Jupiter(looks cool,sounds cool)&lt;br /&gt;5. If I were a direction I would be … straight(there is no other way)&lt;br /&gt;6. If I were a historical figure I would be … Vlad Tepes&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were a liquid I would be …Jaggermeister(off...i miss Vama)&lt;br /&gt;8. If I were a tree I would be a … …thing with many leeves i guess&lt;br /&gt;9. If I were a flower/plant I would be a … some grass&lt;br /&gt;10.If I were a kind of weather I would be … rain in summer(i love it)&lt;br /&gt;11.If I were a musical instrument I would be a … a piano(the only reason i'm not saying "drum" is because  wouldn't like poeple to hit me 100 times a minute with a stick)&lt;br /&gt;12.If I were an animal I would be a … a horse(dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;13.If I were a color I would be … green&lt;br /&gt;14.If I were a fruit I would be an … Pineapple&lt;br /&gt;15.If I were a sound I would be… the sound of freedom&lt;br /&gt;16.If I were an element I would be … water&lt;br /&gt;17.If I were a song I would be … Helloween-Keeper of the seven keys&lt;br /&gt;18.If I were a book I would be … The lord of the rings by Jrr Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;19.If I were a food I would be … english fries(no french)&lt;br /&gt;20.If I were a place I would be … The eagle and the child pub in Oxford&lt;br /&gt;21.If I were a scent I would be … the scent of my invisible horse in the mornning(its the smell of victory)&lt;br /&gt;22.If I were a word I would be … "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;23.If I were an object I would be … a dildo&lt;br /&gt;24.If I were a body part I would be … The hair&lt;br /&gt;25.If I were a facial expression I would be… a smile:)&lt;br /&gt;26.If I were a cartoon character I would be …Batman(yeah...loved that guy when i was a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam atat pentru azi,Ionie and Fluffy Concorde,signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song played while i was writing this post:Avantasia-Dying for an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're awake in your darkest dream&lt;br /&gt;I have come for you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody can hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;When I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember they're feeding your face&lt;br /&gt;Before they have carved you in stone&lt;br /&gt;And don't you remember your sweat and your pain&lt;br /&gt;When you were drawn to the bone&lt;br /&gt;When you were left on all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Living on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Dying for an angel&lt;br /&gt;Reach out, waiting for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Lonely call to dial&lt;br /&gt;Head up, feet down in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell your gone&lt;br /&gt;Dying for an angel&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from the apology&lt;br /&gt;What do I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;How will I stand what I'll have to say&lt;br /&gt;This reflexion of mine&lt;br /&gt;Colitteral damage, your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Got a longer fly alone to fall&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tear down the walls of love and light&lt;br /&gt;You have come on your own&lt;br /&gt;You will go on all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo: Sascha Paeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Living on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Dying for an angel&lt;br /&gt;Reach out, waiting for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5167073045133723201?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5167073045133723201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5167073045133723201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5167073045133723201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5167073045133723201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-longer-fly-alone-to-fall.html' title='Got a longer fly alone to fall'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-612994966943480417</id><published>2010-03-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:25:49.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre cele 2 Ane,despre cum mai merge si despre profanari + Leapsa</title><content type='html'>In viata mea exista 2 prietene foarte bune pe care stiu ca ma pot baza oricand si m'am gandit ca ar fi o chestie draguta sa scriu cate ceva despre ele(asa cum i'am prmis uneia).Ciudat,ambele sunt numite in mod convenabil "Ana".Prima dintre ele este draga mea Anuta,pe care o stiu de cand m'am nascut si suntem prieteni de vreo 14 ani buni.Este cea mai draguta chestie pe care o s'o vada cineva vreodata si mereu da cele mai bune sfaturi,reusind sa fie impartiala.Este genul de persoana care daca are ceva sa spuna,spune si e mereu acolo sa te asculte si stati zica "doamne,cum sa faci asa ceva?" daca ai facut vreun cacat.Asa cum i'am spus si ei la mare,atunci cand nu eram chiar treaz:"tu ai fata aia de inger care ma face sa zambesc" si intradevar asa e.Niciodata nu am auzito pe ea sa amplifice pana la extrem o chestie cum ar fi o prietenie,fie aceasta intre mine si ea,adica nu am auzito zicand "ionut,fratele meu pentru totdeauna" sau cacturi asemanatoare.Si eu si ea am lasat o prietenia sa curga de la sine,fara artificii flamboyante si fara deziluzii.Cu ea pot sa nu vorbesc cu lunile si tot stiu ca anumite lucuri sunt batute'n cuie.Si stiu lucrurile astea fara sa mi le fi spus ea de mai mult de 2 ori sau viceversa.Este my guardian angel si asa o sa ramana.&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a Ana este incomparabila Ana Severin pe care am intanit-o pe cele mai pitoresti plaiuri ale Marii Britanii(see,Mada?Daca eram in Franta nu mai era la fel)acum  9 luni si cu care m'am inteles din prima.Chiar de la prima replica (ea-toti de aici suntem niste idioti,eu-vorbeste si tu mai pentru tine asa).Am gasit in ea o persoana care desi este destul de diferita,imi este in acelasi timp foarte asemanatoare,avand comnceptii comune.Dupa o saptamana petrecuta in Anglia a devenit one of my best friends.Si ea este genul cu care poti sa vorbesti si care vorbeste cu tine oricand,despre orice.Atunci cand esti suparat,te face sa zambesti,atunci cand ea e suparata si incerci so inveselesti ai 2 posibilitati la orizont.1.Ori iti da jet si zice ca nu are chef si ca e prea nervoasa si ca ii e frica sa nusi verse nervii pe tine.2 Ori o faci sa zambeasca si te simti si tu ca si cum viata ta ar conta:).Asa cum o caracteriza un boboc caruia nu ii voi spune numele(Deocamdata ii voi spune domnul X)"este stereotipul pentru tipa perfecta".Sunt de acord cu domnul X(nu'i asa Edy?) si tin sa zic ca ea este una dintre cele 2 persoane de tip feminin(cealalta fiind Mika) cu care as fi la fel de fericit si daca as avea statutul de boyfriend sau daca as avea statutul de really good friend.Asta inseamna sa fi o persoana geniala si Ana Severin asta este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre cum mai merge? Merge bine,ochiul mi sa vindecat aproape complet(de asta nu am venit azi ma,ca am fost la un control:P).Oscilez intre a face maraton de filme si a asculta Helloween(one of the best bands ever spawned by god).In ultimele zile am vazut :A few good men,Ghostbusters(now i know who i'm gonna call),Green Mile,Monty python and the holy grail(cea mai geniala comedie ever,si da,am vazut multe "one day lad,all this will be yours.  what the courtains?"),Monty pyhton's Meanning of life (-Now,class,how do we make foreplay and thus causing the vagina to be moist?Mullins,answer! Mullins-By rubbing the clitoris sir? Teacher-What's wrong with a kiss boy?Give her a kiss before you stampede on the clit"),old dogs si mai multe:)Maine vin la scoala si prima chestie pe care o so fac va fi sa o bat pe Mada.De ce?Pai aici ajungem la "despre profanari"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci,despre Mada,te bat! In primul rand religia mea spune clar "sa nu duci numele de L.o.t.r. sau S.w. in desert" si mai spune "poti sati faci chip cioplit atata timp cat nu e francez" si tu ce faci?ce faci? imi zici ca inloc sa te uiti la Lotr ai baut ceai?ti'ai alimentat organizmul cu esenta cu chestii crecute prin pomi inloc sa vezi lotr? unii oameni au fost spanzurati pt mai putin.SI apoi,sacrilegiul suprem.Cum sa spui "i love the french"...singura chestie buna pe care au adus-o aia lumii a fost French kiss-ul si rolul lui Jean Reno in the Pink Panther.Deci te dezintegrezi in fata mea maine ca sa ma scutesti de efort,da?Cum sa faci asa ceva?cum?cum sa ai atata tupeu? Ai idee cine este eu?X(Your ruined my Chirstmas:((...my life is meanningless now:((.You will pay,just you wait.She's a witch,i have seen it in my dream.Burn her!Burn her alive!(Forgive my little pshychotic episode:D).Deci toate bune si frumoase,de data asta te iert.Doar de data asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu prilejul acestui post,as dori sa initiez o leapsa:&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 music albums si top 5 oameni pe care daca i'ati intalni pe strada i'ati omori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incep eu cu albumele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Black sabbath-heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;2.Metallica-Master of puppets&lt;br /&gt;3.Iron Maiden-Seventh son of a Seventh son&lt;br /&gt;4.Ac/dc-Let there be rock&lt;br /&gt;5.Helloween-Keeper of the seven keys (1+2)&lt;br /&gt;6.Avantasia-The metal opera(1+2)&lt;br /&gt;7.Eluveitie-Everything remains as it never was&lt;br /&gt;8.Judas priest-Nostradamus&lt;br /&gt;9.Five finger death punch-The way of the fist&lt;br /&gt;10.Dio-Holy Diver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar la Dead people:&lt;br /&gt;1.Tim Burton(nu stau acuma sa explic)&lt;br /&gt;2.Johnny Depp(Acelasi motiv ca la burton)&lt;br /&gt;3.Solistul de la Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;4.Jeffrey Star(motive clare)&lt;br /&gt;5.Mihail Sadoveanu(idem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In functie de persoana Leapsa se poate inversa,adica top 5 albume si top 10 dead ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(song:Helloween-Future World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionie here,signing out:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-612994966943480417?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/612994966943480417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=612994966943480417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/612994966943480417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/612994966943480417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-cele-2-anedespre-cum-mai-merge.html' title='Despre cele 2 Ane,despre cum mai merge si despre profanari + Leapsa'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5817318515930496360</id><published>2010-03-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:07:12.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judas Priest-Alone(hmm...kinda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Gary Moore-Out in the fields &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath-Dehumanizer(A nice guy:-?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Metallica-Creeping death(no comment)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your best friend’s theme?&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden-blood brothers(hmm...aicia se potriveste unuia dintre ei) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Avantasia-the seven angels &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Avantasia-Serpents in Paradise&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Judas priest-Death(thought so:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;iron maiden-the evil that men do(yep:X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eluveitie-The essence of ashes (I preffered coffe,but ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath-heaven and hell(oh,da...da.da.da...shuffle rulz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What song would describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot-wander (dont ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath-into the void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Metallica-To live is to die (not bad,as fi acceptat si fade to black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D-The metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life(eric idle-life pf brian OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Ac/dc-Problem child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt; Eluveitie-Quoth the raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eluveitie-Everything remains as it never was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miercuri vin inapoi bah!Mersi mada pt leapsa.A fost chiar funny si smart-ish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5817318515930496360?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5817318515930496360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5817318515930496360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5817318515930496360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5817318515930496360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/03/healing-stuff.html' title='Healing stuff'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7083693614675770215</id><published>2010-02-28T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:12:51.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Come Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A new project is in the works folks.Devreme ce proiectul Zyraxes a cazut (din cauza ca nu mai vreau sa am legatura cu infectul ala de marius sau cu lupu,din diferite motive) a noua trupa va rasari din cacat si va rupe peste ceva timp scenele peisajului bucurestean.Trupa nu are un nume inca,dar astazi dupa prima repetitie,in care nea iesit un Cranberries-zombie aproape la perfectie,pot sa spun ca dispunem de un potential ridicat.Trupa este formata din: Andrei(jew)-chitara solo...ala ma ca fata de Pikachu,Skilly(bass)-Al nostru Jason Newsted,Radu(chit.ritm)-profanatorul de riffuri si Megghy(voce)-tipa aia care sta in colt.Cea mai tare dimineata din ultima vreme baieti si sunteti chiar ok si ca oameni,gen..de treaba toti si avem gusturi comune in muzica si alea alea.Ma astept ca urmatoare saptamana sa fie perfecta.Ma astept la distractie la maxim din partea oamenilor din liceu,ma astept la zile insorite,fotbal mult,bere,un cartus de Dunhill,3 prostituate,3 gaini,4 arcuri de pat,5 portocale si 2 elastice.Ma astept la zgomot,ma astept la haos pozitiv,ma astept la diferiti prieteni.Acum imi dau seama ca mereu am privit in fata si niciodata nu am vazut o fundatura,ci mereu am vazut orizontul...deschis,imens,senin,cu posibilitati infinite.Asta da pofta vietii mele,asta ma face sa continui...ce e inainte si niciodata ce e inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi,lasand la o parte pozitivismul,exista si chestii nasoale pe care as vrea sa le enumar sau sa le exprim cumva aici,so here it goes:Ana,linistestete ca ma sperii si imi dau paicia lacrimile.Papy,condoleante pentru tatal tau,chiar imi pare rau omule,chiar daca nu meriti si esti un jegos pentru ceai facut,o sa mai fiu o ultima data alaturi de tine.Ciornei imi e dor de tine ca dracu in plm.Pitty,sari mai mult si mai mult zambet bah!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toate bune lume,eu m'am culcat:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let them feel the Gaulish violence&lt;br /&gt;Impetuous furor&lt;br /&gt;The bite of our blades&lt;br /&gt;Let them see our freedom's ensign&lt;br /&gt;Let us raise our clenched fists in pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What benefit will it be&lt;br /&gt;To save your crowns but forfeit your freedom at last?&lt;br /&gt;We are one folk and we can make a stand&lt;br /&gt;So lay down your crowns now&lt;br /&gt;Rise and Unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7083693614675770215?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7083693614675770215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7083693614675770215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7083693614675770215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7083693614675770215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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toata lumea de rigoare,chiar cu aditii noi(colege ale petuniei),dar si cu oameni in minus(lupu si vasile).Am fost speriat de chestia aia careia i se zice Stefy si a zis "forever" si eu nam mai fost niciodata asa speriat.(zici ca era una dintre gemenele din The shining).Am avut,desigur,o discutie pe teme mai complexe cu jamie mai spre sfarsitul orelor si apoi am mers in corin cu mike,blonda,rahatul ala cu ochi,mihai,ioana si ilinca si am stat pana pe la vreo 8 si apoi mam carat acasa.Am citit ceva dintre restul blogurilor cuprinse in arondizmentele campului meu vizual si am continuat sa ascult opera de arta pe care eluveitie au scoso acum 2 zile.Albumul se cheama "Everything Remains As It Never Was" si oricine e fan metal o sa iubeasca albumul asta.(credeti-ma este absolut perfect!). Este asbolut genial cand viata ta are un soundtrack si cand primele raze de soare dintrun an se coreleaza cu "Nil" sau cu "Kindom come undone":) Una peste alta,eu cu Jamie ne'am apucat sa facem un post cu cate o poezie a fiecaruia pe blogul meu si ca oamenii sa isi exprime opiniile legate de acestea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poezia lui Jamie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt pasăre măiastră&lt;br /&gt;eşti apă, aer şi pământ,&lt;br /&gt;te sorb dintr-o privire&lt;br /&gt;te simt ca o adiere&lt;br /&gt;şi totuşi eşti şi vânt.&lt;br /&gt;lasă ploaia să ne ude&lt;br /&gt;să nu răcim iubirea&lt;br /&gt;şi să fugim acolo unde&lt;br /&gt;codat si telepatic&lt;br /&gt;să ne iubim prin unde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plânge cerul înstelat&lt;br /&gt;La lumina albei lune&lt;br /&gt;Atunci când râzi catifelat&lt;br /&gt;Diavolul arde…dar rămâne&lt;br /&gt;Pleacă aerul din suflet&lt;br /&gt;Şi tu vrei fructe corupte&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred că-i doar un pamflet&lt;br /&gt;Căzând pe întrebări abrupte&lt;br /&gt;Viaţa doare ca o vrajă&lt;br /&gt;Când te lupţi pentru nimic&lt;br /&gt;Tu eşti soldatul pus de straja&lt;br /&gt;Şi te-ntreb. N-ai prins nimic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar acum,Poezia mea:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Ne afundam intr-o valtoare&lt;br /&gt;Singuri,morti dar inca vii&lt;br /&gt;Prinsi in lupta si tradare&lt;br /&gt;Eternitate de o zi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa neagra de durere&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul n-il va inghiti&lt;br /&gt;N-am motiv,nu am putere&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu va veti aminti&lt;br /&gt;Pamant rosu,plin de sange&lt;br /&gt;Dupa lupta ce-a trecut&lt;br /&gt;Dupa nori,tot cerul plange&lt;br /&gt;Se trezesc cei ce-au zacut&lt;br /&gt;Am luptat fara incetare&lt;br /&gt;Pentru altii care au stat&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am jertfit ca haimanale&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca voi care ati plecat&lt;br /&gt;Noi juram,ne vom intoarce&lt;br /&gt;O data sa mai luptam&lt;br /&gt;Cand strigam si leul toarce&lt;br /&gt;Ca tradarea no uitam&lt;br /&gt;Pornind mars,peste ogoare&lt;br /&gt;Manati de setea de razboi&lt;br /&gt;Nu vrem bani,vrem razbunare&lt;br /&gt;Pentru diavolul din noi                                                                                                                             Am trecut prin tot si toate&lt;br /&gt;Prin orice razboi                                                                                                                                           Am trecut prin iad si moarte&lt;br /&gt;Suntem printre voi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ Bineinteles,o leapsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 fraze pe care le folosesc prea des:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Coae,ce plm?esti poponar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Sugi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Te iubesc!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Cat de cute a fost faza:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. X e genial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si acum,cele 5 fraze care ma caracterizeaza pe mine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.In South they told us no to cry,so that's why we laugh all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Cand e vorba de prieteni,sa'ti pese!Pana atunci,propria'ti persoana e pe primul plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Here's johnny! &gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Ma intereseaza drama,mai ales cand e a altora si cand am si eu de castigat 1-2 chestii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.What if this is as good as it gets?:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is&lt;br /&gt;What ever was&lt;br /&gt;What ever is to come&lt;br /&gt;What would&lt;br /&gt;What ever should&lt;br /&gt;It will remain as it never was(Eluveitie-Everything Remains As It Never Was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atat pentru moment,Ionie here sayin',Good night and good luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-371924485505766530?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/371924485505766530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=371924485505766530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/371924485505766530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/371924485505766530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-remains-as-it-never-was-feat.html' title='Everything Remains As It Never Was (Feat Jamie)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-240245521014640746</id><published>2010-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:40:22.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versurile alea + Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Deci miam futut creierii ;a cantecul asta si daca a si cu cine sa fac melodia asa  cum vad eu,piesa asta iese mare pt iubitorii de metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what do we fight?When the truth is so close and yet so far away.When are you gonna face yourelf?When are you going to face your own...Decay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Verse:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When are we goin to see your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after you'd dispence us without trace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you see?What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Who could fill your place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you were hiding we all knew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had knowledge though we were few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did you leave?why did you hide?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why'd you chose the pride?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you wouldn;t have that fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you could just cry that tear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you would come back,we would be here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh release the fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Release-the fear,of the others that all know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Release-of the power,to break hearts of one and all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Release-of the deamon,that lies inside of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enslave-of the healer the once all of us knew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interlude:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me firend do you belive me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like you others do?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me friend is it so hard now?&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the runnin?why the hidding?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your thoughts we can't retrive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the treason?Why the lyring?&lt;br /&gt;That we will not belive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why'd you had to go in darkness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosing sanity?&lt;br /&gt;When you could've had our power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You had chose to flee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now we cry and look for awnsers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wondering our days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In your sorrow,joined the dancers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roaming the dead plains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+Verse,R&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa,si cat despre leapsa initiata de Mada,cu cele 10 melodii pe care nu mi le pot scoate din cap,eu zic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Avantasia-the seven angels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Cargo-povestiri din gara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Black sabbath-falling off the edge of the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Eluveitie-kingdom come undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.Pink floyd-the trial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.haggard-per aspera ad astra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.blind guardian-nightfall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.celelalte cuvinte-La ceas tarziu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.trooper-Solii turci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.Heaven and hell-heaven and hell live in 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si in incheiere,as dori sa recomand un site-blog tuturor oamenilor care au capacitate de gandire/intelegere/simt al umorului.Give it a try dudes,it's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;www.cati-ca-voi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-240245521014640746?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-243556963014795546</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:45:44.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre azi,despre maine,despre ora de franceza,despre versuri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Astazi a fost o zi ciudata.Am avut momente in care a mai aveam un pic si cadeam din picioare de somn si proasta dispozitie ce ma inconjura nu imi facea orele de la 8 la 11 mai placute.Astazi la 11 m'am trezit,da...dupa ce nu prea am dormit deloc in ultimele 3 zile,astazi mam trezit.Ziua a inceput cu pitty si mada la festivitati repetand pentru piesa in care Superman are hemororizi si se apuca de cantat muzica pop sub numele de rocky fizzydildo or something(si..credeti'ma ca asta e o descriere in detaliu).Repetitia a fost foarte funny,am distrus si apoi am repetat Hamlet folosind capul unui avort mental care cica e robot...dont ask.Am qiulit de la psiho ca nu se puneau absene si apoi  a venit ora de romana unde am luat spre mirarea mea 7 la o lucracre picata ca din curu vacii(bad smell).Am avut geogra unde cica mia fost rau si profa mia luminat ziua prin replica"in clasa a 10-a bei bere si mergi prin baruri?intr'a 11-a ce o sa faci?te apuci de vodka?" eu-"asta era clasa a 9-a" profa-"intr-a 12-a te duci la domnisoare direct nu?" eu"asta a fost in clasa a 8-a".Dupa o conversatie de genul,numai lui papy i'ar mai putea arde de somn.Am avut iarasi romana si apoi franceza si la ambele am ascultat muzica.La 2 eram treaz binisor si mam dus sa vad si eu ca tot poporul piesa,care spre surprinderea mea nu a fost atat de naspa,ci a fost chiar ok(my accent was oragsming).Dirigamea sa suparat ca cica am qiulit de la ea de la ora si etc etc,sa rezolvat totul ok,doar ca,in timpul primei ore de franca mi'a venit inspiratia si the lightning stroke again si am facut un nou cantec la care inca mai am de lucrat.Maine cel mai probabil o sa postez versurile si astept pareri din partea oricui legate de ele.M'am chinuit ceva la ele si pana acum eu zic ca este cantecul cu cel mai mare potential pe care l'am scris.Anyway,dupa piesa and stuff mi'am vazut si eu elderii din nou,da ma!,aia de mau luat si pe mine de la stadiul de boboc cam talamb si au facut om din mine,lasandusi evident amprente asupra evolutiei bobociei si chiar a clasei a 10 pt mine.In special Kame cu care imi place sa cred ca seman in multe privinte si majoritatea fiind bune:) (thx dude).Si bineinteles,Kitty care a fost ca un fel de matusa or something (ca maicamea a fost Irina,thx si ei pt tot) si mereu mia dat un hug cand am avut nevoie de el si mereu mia dat un sfat si mi'a facut poaguba la dunhillurile negre.I miss you guys&gt;:D&lt;.Dupa ce m'am revazul cu elderii,am fost la Kame acasa sa ne uitam la ceva Nostalgia critic si sa cantam ceva pacolo like in the good old days si dupa m'a luat cu masina de acolo Poenaru si mam tirat acasa osciland intre crize de ras si stari de somnolenta.Viitorul suna bine:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS:I will eat you Jamie,thx for being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;PS2:Mersi mika,pitty,edy ca ati stat ieri cu mine la tel atata si ca mati ajutat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS3:Maine am chef de o bere&lt;br /&gt;Xbox 360:Edy e sensibil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wii:Maine postez versurile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-243556963014795546?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/243556963014795546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=243556963014795546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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(leapsa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.Star wars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Lord of the rings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.The butterfly effect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.The shining&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.one flew over the kokoos nest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.a clockwork orange&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.anger management&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.The man from earth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.Batman(1980)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.Tenacious D the pick of destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps: mersi mom pt laptop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-543769265980784904?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/543769265980784904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=543769265980784904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/543769265980784904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/543769265980784904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-10-filme-leapsa.html' title='Top 10 filme (leapsa)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1081648235188578644</id><published>2010-02-10T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:45:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seven angels</title><content type='html'>Maybe this time i'll do de right thing by trusting people...As vrea sa incep postul asta zicand:imi pare rau.Imi pare rau ca am facut faza aia si ca vam facut sa va simtiti prost si manipulati.Inteintia mea,asa cum am mai spus a fost opusa si mai mult ca sa realizati cat de geniali sunteti si ca tin mult la voi si ca nu ar mai fi si nu as mi fi la fel fara voi.As fi facut tampenia aia doar pt ca imi era frica...frica sa ma atasez pentru ca de fiecare data cand mam atasat de cineva am pierdut.Acum nu mai e asa,de data asta chiar am incredere in cineva,adica in voi si pt mine nu mai sunteti boboci demult.Sunteti egali cu mine,suntem oameni si cei mai important,suntem prieteni...si chiar prieteni buni:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitty: Esti mica si simpatica si desteptuta si crezi ca portocalele sunt piersici si ca nicolae ceausescu a fost un fel de bradd pitt presedinte comunist.Si mi'a crescut inima de 2 ori cand team auzit cum vorbeai cu mine la faza aia de ieri.Ai respectul meu si chiar imi pasa de tine si esti o prietena adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy: Esti un cretin gelos,stii?Nu conteaza,si tu ai respectul meu pt ca esti exrtem de amabil si de treaba mereu si pt ca esti kind si pot mereu sa vorbesc ceva cu tine si imi place cum gandesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Esti ca mine.Te pricepi la oameni,iti vezi interesul,esti inteligent si intelegi multe chestii in general pe care le vei folosi pentru tine.Esti genul de persoana care invata din greselile altora.Stiu ca orice subiect..de la cel mai idiot si imposibil la cel mai serios si adanc,il pot discuta ore intregi cu tine fara sa ma plictisesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika: Esti foarte tare,esti acolo cand cineva are nevoie de tine si am cea mai mare incredere in tine ca daca ai avea o problema ai veni la mine si miai spune ce ai si eu te'as ajuta cum pot.Eu o sa fac la fel.Stiu si ca daca ai avea ceva cu mine mi'ai spune si asta respect enorm la o persoana.Stiu si ca asculti o muzica foarte buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In unele momente imi e frica.DE ce?pt ca daca as face o faza aiurea sau as depasi linia si vas supara nu mi'ati spune,dar stiu ca nu e asa si am incredere in voi si va iubesc ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven angels by avantasia: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have been lost in what they told me to believe&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt in burning deep inside to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;And I escaped to another world to help the little men&lt;br /&gt;who make me plunge into philosophy - to feel my&lt;br /&gt;mind again... No one left to hold me tight - on the&lt;br /&gt;`real`other side - but her in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been alone till the madman come along&lt;br /&gt;With the knowledge and silver long beard&lt;br /&gt;He was the first man ever teaching how I could be free&lt;br /&gt;Helping me to find - oh - the mind and the soul&lt;br /&gt;They've been trying to hide away...&lt;br /&gt;And he promised we'd help Anna if I'd help him to&lt;br /&gt;go all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lugaid:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go all the way into the world of minds&lt;br /&gt;Open the gate and do not close behind&lt;br /&gt;Prevent them from hiding the light away&lt;br /&gt;Prevent them from tellin' us tales&lt;br /&gt;Or the end of all they scare us with will be a&lt;br /&gt;million empty brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gabriel:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bring you what you told me&lt;br /&gt;The seal they need to close the gate forever&lt;br /&gt;But still I haven't found a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Anna will we ever be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Regrin:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been fighting for your soul&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it takes a toll&lt;br /&gt;Hope one day you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;What it means to hold in hands&lt;br /&gt;What they call a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing but a key&lt;br /&gt;To the world that now you're in&lt;br /&gt;That they call a wicked dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Elderane:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking on your own&lt;br /&gt;When you're broken and alone&lt;br /&gt;You may feel us from inside -&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gabriel:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting for my soul&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it takes a toll&lt;br /&gt;Hope one day we'll understand&lt;br /&gt;What it means to hold in hands&lt;br /&gt;What we call a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing but a key&lt;br /&gt;To the world that now I'm in&lt;br /&gt;That we call a wicked dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, walking on my own&lt;br /&gt;When I'm broken and alone&lt;br /&gt;I may feel you from inside&lt;br /&gt;From the other side of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1081648235188578644?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1081648235188578644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1081648235188578644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1081648235188578644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1081648235188578644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/02/seven-angels.html' title='The seven angels'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5372225015178844243</id><published>2010-02-08T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:57:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why isn't school out for winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Because we would probably be forced to go to school in summer, i dunno:-??. Anyway, azi a fost o zi de kkt, am mers ca un retardat la liceu pentru o ora in care am vorbit despre cat de mare aveau capul cro-magnonii. Anyway, macar am stat la o vorba si la o caterinca cu Jamie si Rascanu, care au fost un adevarat deliciu mental pentru o minte care a fost pe stand-by doar 6 ore noaptea trecuta. Ziua de azi a avut de toate: lacrimi, rasete, frig, caldura, rasete isterice (te'ai tuns Lupule:P), rasete ciudate (I'ai rupt mana saracei fete), plictiseala, fructe de mare cu paste si un nou post pe blog :). A fost ciudat azi sa vad liceul atat de pustiu... maine sa veniti ca daca nu, i shalt fart in you eyes.(se aude 9F-ul?):)) Nu de altceva dar mi'e dor de voi ba! Maine daca veniti il pun pe rascanu sa aduca laptopul si sa ne uitam la ceva idiot cat sa nu ne plcitisim :P. Anyway, in alta ordine de idei: mi-am reparat Pc-ul ieri,s ingur... jesus cat de lenes sunt ca am stat cu el aporape 1 an pe tusa si de-abia acuma m'a lovit idea si solutia pentru a'l repara. Asa ca o sa reincep sa postez regulat pe blog :) Have a nice fuckin' day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avantasia-Serpents in Paradise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5372225015178844243?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5372225015178844243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5372225015178844243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5372225015178844243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5372225015178844243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-isnt-school-out-for-winter.html' title='why isn&apos;t school out for winter?'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2911535059107382992</id><published>2009-12-19T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:03:39.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17:00</title><content type='html'>Astazi s-a intamplat una dintre cele mai ciudate chestii. Am avut... un moment, de fapt 10-20 de minute in care m'a cuprins o furie incredibila. Am vazut doar rosu in fata ochilor. Nu-mi mai stiu intentia din acel interval, ce'am facut sau ce am zis. A fost ca un moment de transa, in care jur ca nu am stiut ce fac, cine sunt, ce spun, cu cine vorbesc, cum vrobesc... Atata furie si... nu stiu, nebunie sau lipsa de luciditate nu am mai avut niciodata. Imi aminteam doar ca citeam blogul tau si ca erai cu mine si ca am vazut unele posturi from the past si ca am vazut negru in fata ochilor, fara relavanta posturilor in prezent sa fie de vreo importanta. Pur si simplu am avut un acces de furie, din cate mi'ai povestit am facut/spus niste chestii pe care nu mi le pot imagina facute de mine. Nu eram eu. Incep sa inebunesc oare? Dupa un timp m'am trezit in pat, cu tine plangand langa mine si eram speriat, nedumerit fata de ce intamplase. Capul imi exploda si inima imi batea la rate extreme asa cum ai remarcat si tu. Au fost niste momente in care pur si simplu parca tot ce facusem fusese sters din memorie. Nici acum nu stiu si nici nu imi pot imagina ca am facut asa ceva. Dar stiu un lucru: Atunci cand imi reveneam am simtit ca parca fusesem plecat undeva, ca intr-un somn, intr-o visare petrecuta intr-o aurora deasupra unei tundre. Simteam o durere in piept incredibila. NU stiu ce s-a intamplat cu mine. Un lucru e sigur insa: Nu eram eu. Inebunisem cumva? O fi fost stresul? Ce motive as fi avut? Unde am fost? Should I see a doctor?Cum am putut sa fac asa ceva si apoi sa nu'mi amintesc si sa continui sa fiu normal ca si cand nimic nu s'ar fi intamplat? De ce eram in stare de soc si simteam ca mor fizic si psihic? O fi stresul, oboseala, nebunia? Nu am fost eu, stiu sigur. Eu nu pot sa fac asa ceva, eu nu am facut asa ceva niciodata si nici n'o s'o mai fac. Nu stiu ce s'a intamplat cu mine, dar a fost cea mai ciudata si dureroasa (fizic si psihic) experienta din cate am trait. M'a traumatizat si in cotinuare sunt speriat si desi as vrea sa dorm mai mult decat orice, nu pot. Incerc sa caut in subconstient, sa'mi amintesc, sa aflu unde am fost. Nu pot. Voi regreta toata viata, pana in ziua cand ma voi duce ce am facut azi. Te'am speriat, stiu... dar stiai ca nu eram eu, stiai ca nu vezi aceiasi ochi, ca nu esti in aceeasi camera cu mine. Cumva, ai stiut, si n'o sa uit niciodata cum ai fost alaturi de mine in momentele alea si cum m'ai inteles si cum m'ai luat in brate dupa ce facusem ce facusem si m'ai linistit cand eram mai speriat decat am fosst vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;17:00&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre class="textnormal"&gt;Te văd din nou şi simt&lt;br /&gt;Că a trecut prea multă vreme,&lt;br /&gt;De când tu m-ai atins&lt;br /&gt;Pe trupul cald, cu palma rece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Te văd din nou cu el,&lt;br /&gt; Dar ştiu că tu eşti pentru mine !&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot să mai rezist,&lt;br /&gt;Iau arma şi pornesc spre tine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sertaru-l trag pe jos&lt;br /&gt;Şi arma-mi sare drept în mână,&lt;br /&gt;Doar roşu văd în ochi,&lt;br /&gt;Doar roşu-i tot ce-o să rămână !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alerg direct la voi,&lt;br /&gt; Te strig prin uşă, tu ai grijă&lt;br /&gt; Să cred că ai plecat,&lt;br /&gt; Dar am văzut prin geam lumina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunt lacrimi false,&lt;br /&gt; Minţi că ţi-e dor,&lt;br /&gt;  Te uiţi la mine şi implori !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staţi spate-n spate,&lt;br /&gt;Jos în genunchi,&lt;br /&gt;Să nu vedeţi cât a durut !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TROOPER-17:00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2911535059107382992?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2911535059107382992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2911535059107382992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2911535059107382992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2911535059107382992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/12/1700.html' title='17:00'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-991546003523838681</id><published>2009-12-08T11:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:52:07.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Dance with the wolves</title><content type='html'>In an endless and cold forest&lt;br /&gt;With its trees that reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;Creatures have a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, leaves seem to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sins are not penetrating this place&lt;br /&gt;Nor humans, nor light from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Only one came after falling from grace&lt;br /&gt;His redemption quest had there begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his dirty and blood-stained fame,&lt;br /&gt;On bodies without mercy he stepped,&lt;br /&gt;He forgot the misery from where he came&lt;br /&gt;And all the money of the dead he kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich man with power upon others&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by the magic of the woods&lt;br /&gt;Resting place of our great fathers&lt;br /&gt;Knew life without his golden goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there until the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing how he can move on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking death is what he met&lt;br /&gt;Things he had are all now gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was cold and silent&lt;br /&gt;He sensed something's watching him&lt;br /&gt;His heart started to beat violent&lt;br /&gt;Tried to commit the ultimate sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes have opened in the night&lt;br /&gt;He was surrounded by the living dead&lt;br /&gt;Satan distinguished in their sight&lt;br /&gt;And his mind got filled with dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't need now any proof&lt;br /&gt;He was pained for what he's done&lt;br /&gt;He heard the howling of the wolf&lt;br /&gt;And demons were now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was in his heart again&lt;br /&gt;The elder wolf had finally appeared&lt;br /&gt;Healing all the human's pain&lt;br /&gt;His darkened mind was finally cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old beast he wished to thank&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't speak at all&lt;br /&gt;In the abyss of life he sank/All his words were turning blank&lt;br /&gt;With the courage of a wolf he took the fall/ From his feet to ground he fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up in a new place&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the mighty pack&lt;br /&gt;Saw the world with a new face&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all in white and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw the wolf who saved his life&lt;br /&gt;He stood there and watched his dance&lt;br /&gt;Escaping from all that strife&lt;br /&gt;He entered the wild dancing stance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he danced with the wolves&lt;br /&gt;In the pale moon light&lt;br /&gt;That's the path which he chose&lt;br /&gt;Never more he wished to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hand of fate he was a toy&lt;br /&gt;With the wolves he felt like a child&lt;br /&gt;In the world he once tried to destroy&lt;br /&gt;He saw the beauty of life in the wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-991546003523838681?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1878452967711300655</id><published>2009-12-05T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:06:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total control</title><content type='html'>I realised now. I must learn to control myself from the overflowing feelings of fear and hate that lay imprisoned inside of me. And so they shall remain. I must learn not to worry, to control my reactions and to stop treating other people wrong, just because of my unjustified fear. And so I shall, I will restrain myself from exploding with ungrounded charges based on improbable ideas. I will get over them by total self-control and rational thinking and autosuggestion to prevent others from being hurt. Problem solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1878452967711300655?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1878452967711300655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1878452967711300655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1878452967711300655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1878452967711300655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-control.html' title='Total control'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8433980550411207321</id><published>2009-11-27T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:12:32.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre blog si alte adiacente</title><content type='html'>Dupa ce am terminat o discutie cu un prieten care orbita in jurul ideii de blog am gandit/scris:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc blogule! Esti genial! Esti un sanctuar in care oamenii isi iau vacante temporare de la viata de zi cu zi, facand diferite lucruri. Perfect, adica e un fel de chestie care imi asculta toate gandurile, pe care o las sa mi le asculte si mai mult, astfel imi pot exprima nemultumiri fata de alti oameni care ar putea citi blogul intr-o mainera mai mult sau mai putin subtila/inteleasa. Esti cu adevarat folositor ,dandu-mi voie sa'mi exprim pareri si sentimente pe care le am despre anumiti oameni fara ca ei sa stie, scutindu-ma de efortul de a vorbi cu ei fata in fata. Apoi, daca e ceva deranjant, mereu voi putea spune " Nu,nu era vorba despre asta sau despre tine" cu speranta ca persoana te va crede doar pe jumatate si ca isi va remedia comportamentul fata de tine, chiar daca zice " scuze, am crezut ca... bla bla bla". Ma rog, in loc sa te ascunzi in spatele unor posturi in care numai tu stii ce vrei sa spui sau la cine te referi si dai unei persoane (sau mai multor) de gandit, iar ea sa vina la tine cu griji sau ceva de genul, ai putea sa spui unei persoane sincer parerea ta. BUT THAT WOULD BE SO LESS INCREDIBLE! Si aici ajungem la sfatul meu: "Nu ai curaj? Vrei sa fi neinteles? Vrei ca lumea sa te bage in seama si sa vina la tine cu tot felul de intrebari fara logica, doar pentru ca tie ti se pare cool? Atunci, ce mai astepti? Fa'ti blog. Renunta la sinceritate si alte adiacente pentru ceva ce sta scris pe un site, atinge'ti scopul absolut ridicol de a fi bagat in seama de o persoana cu care ai putea la fel de bine sa vorbesti fata in fata. Intra acum pe site si fa'ti blog. You're afraid? Blogging is for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: nu vreau sa jignesc/supar pe nimeni cu postul asta, sunt doar niste idei sau ma rog, concluzii trase de mine dupa ce am vorbit aproape o ora cu un prieten despre treaba asta. Oricine poate sa nu fie de acord  sau sa se simta jignit de ce este scris in postul asta. Si pentru acei oameni "imi cer scuze anticipat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Papy's house, with the so much asked for, hate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8433980550411207321?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8433980550411207321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8433980550411207321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8433980550411207321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8433980550411207321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/11/despre-blog-si-alte-adiacente.html' title='Despre blog si alte adiacente'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1930373159998364280</id><published>2009-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:53:23.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fog</title><content type='html'>Este ora 1 si jumatate si, dupa ce la 9 si 40 am cazut lat de oboseala in pat, m'as fi asteptat sa dorm toata noaptea. Nu am reusit. M'am trezit din nou la 12 si am terminat de vizionat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince of Tides&lt;/span&gt;. Extraordinar filmul si il recomand cu caldura oricarei chestii ce are suflet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am pus telefonul si psp'ul la incarcat langa pat si mi'am urmat vechiul obicei... o tigara si un pahar cu apa inainte de culcare. Am deschis sertarul si am luat mult ravnitul Dunhill albastru si bricheta ta rosie. Am deschis geamul si nu am putut vedea decat felinarele ce palpaiau vag in ceata ce acoperea blocurile si strazile cenusii in noapte. Am aprins tigara gandindu-ma la tine si la filmul pe care tocmai il vazusem. Fumul de tigara ce il expiram se confunda cu ceata, disipandu-se si devenind unul cu ceata atat de groasa. Ma simteam ca un copil ce se preface ca fumeaza dintr-un stix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simteam ca acea ceata intra in camera, ca o inspir si ca o expir, in ciuda fumului. Simteam ca ma cuprinde si ca nu mai e nimic dincolo de ea. Pentru o clipa m-am simtit pierdut si dupa ce mi-am revenit in simtiri, tigara aproape se fumase singura. Am aruncat-o si am inchis geamul, insa neputand  sa-mi mut privirea de la privelistea de afara, simtindu-ma pierdut. Am inceput sa ma gandesc din nou la tine, la filmul pe care tocmai il vazusem si mi-a aparut in minte imaginea ta, atat de clara incat parca erai langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vedeam si eram asa fericit vazandu-ti zambetul si ochii cu sclipirea pe care o puteam distinge si prin cea mai opaca ceata. Deodata insa chipul ti s-a schimbat si privirea ta era trista, iar o lacrima ti s-a prelins pe obraz, contopidu-se apoi cu ceata. Si mi-ai intors spatele si ai plecat si tu... disparand in ceata. In acel moment am plecat dupa tine, cautandu-te speriat si am inceput sa alerg prin ceata, pierdut ca si tine. Imi dadeam seama ca nu stiu pe unde sa ma intorc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizasem si ca exista posibilitatea sa alerg pierdut cu lacrimi in ochi mereu prin ceata, dar ca nu voi renunta decat atunci cand te voi gasi din nou.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Nu vreau sa te pierd, niciodata."&lt;/span&gt;, asta am realizat dupa ce m'am trezit din nou in camera mea, singur. Am baut un pic de apa si m'am bagat in pat si am inceput sa ascult o muzica si sa scriu acest post. Maine te voi revedea si iti voi simti caldura, alungand ceata. Insa, pana atunci, voi face ce fac mereu cand nu esti langa mine: voi alerga pierdut prin ceata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1930373159998364280?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1930373159998364280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1930373159998364280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1930373159998364280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1930373159998364280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/11/fog-part-1.html' title='The fog'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5654946715428948900</id><published>2009-10-24T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:02:55.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronica mult dorita</title><content type='html'>In sfarsit! Am posibilitatea sa scriu postul asta pe care am vrut atat de mult sa-l scriu si nu am avut cand/unde (na-m net acasa).&lt;br /&gt;Ok,deci, acest post este review-ul meu asupra ultimului album Trooper,Vlad Tepes-Poemele Valahiei.&lt;br /&gt; Pot spune doar atat:Extraordinar! Nu am crezut ca o asemenea opera rock va fi vreodata compusa de o trupa romaneasca.Este un album care mie mi-a placut la nebunie pentru ca este exact cum am vrut sa fie,este metal,este epic pana-n maduva oaselor.Aici este vorba doar despre viziunea mea asupra albumului,deci logic,parerile sunt impartite.Asa,pai...hai sa-i dam drumul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima chestie,Tematica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este un album care povesteste pas cu pas viata lui Vlad Tepes,luand in considerare sentimentele si trairile acestuia,dar si datele istorice,baietii documentandu-se foarte bine(vestita lupta "the night attack" este descrisa genial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctul doi,Sound-ul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albumul este inregistrat foarte bine,cu accent pe chitari si voce,dar si cu un background de tobe exceptional(extrem de greu sa canti asa la tobe).Prima chestie noua pe care o aduce albumul fata de celalalte albume Trooper este faptul ca are clape(cu diferite efecte alese perfect),element care da o alura de epic albumului.A 2-a ar fi ca piesele sunt legate intre ele,neexistand pauza...albumul este ca o poveste pe care o poti retrai de oricate ori vrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctul trei:Fiecare melodie in parte (voi punde la fiecare melodie si versurile din pasajele pe care le consider "de forta")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea I Chemarea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piesa de introducere,care incepe intr-un mod oarecum optimist,dar care evolueaza in pasaje rapide sau lente menite sa ne introduca in lumea din timpul respectiv si in mintea lui Vlad.O piesa buna,partile de tranzitie dintre strofe fiind punctul forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eroi de poveste trăit-au atunci &lt;br /&gt;Şi chiar au fost mulţi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar unul mai mare vegheat-a mereu&lt;br /&gt;Sub steagul cel greu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, Vlad Vodă Ţepeş, părinte uitat&lt;br /&gt;De anii ce cad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a II-a Ursitoarele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesa care prezinta "botezul" lui Vlad,incepand cu o tenta creepy,dar apoi accelerand ritmul la prezentarea celor 4 vrajitoare care il binecuvanteaza pe print.Detaliile despre uristoare ne sunt date pe o linie melodica de metal classic si suna chiar bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alta, mai tăcută, cu neguri în ochi,&lt;br /&gt;Vede peste timpuri războaie şi foc,&lt;br /&gt;Ştie că în viaţă prinţul va avea&lt;br /&gt;Sânge, oşti şi neamuri sub sabia sa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a III-a Coconul Vladut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-balada care povesteste copilaria lui Vlad si a fratelui sau si visul lor de pace.NU e piesa mea preferata,dar e o tranzitie ok.Nu mi se pare ca ar avea cine stie ce special,dar suna binisor....asa chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visezi la o ţară ce nu vrea război,&lt;br /&gt;Nu vrea să mai curgă nici sânge din noi.&lt;br /&gt;E-o lume în care e loc pentru toţi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar turcii păgâni nu ştiu că apoi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paşii lui Vlad prin lume or merge&lt;br /&gt;Şi tot ce-a fost rău în viaţă şi este&lt;br /&gt;El va trimite cu sabia-n pământ&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu va şti milă de nimeni nicicând…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a IV-a Prizonier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,asta da! "Prizonier" este piesa care exprima prin absolut tot(lnie melodica,versuri) anii de captivitatea pe care Vlad i-a indurat din cauza fratelui sau care s-a convertit la islamism.O melodie in care sunetul clapelor face toti banii la inceput si vocea Coiotului face la fel la sfarsit.Trebuie sa ascultati piesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mic şi nevolnic, cu inimă mare,&lt;br /&gt;Primeşte ocara şi biciul.&lt;br /&gt;Încearcă să stea în picioare&lt;br /&gt;Şi-şi râde în faţă supliciul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu vremea, în trupul plăpând&lt;br /&gt;S-adună vântul din creste&lt;br /&gt;Şi creşte întruna vuind&lt;br /&gt;Valahul lup din poveste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a V-a Solii Turci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai catchy piesa de pe album.Are tot ce-i trebuie.Rapiditatea inceputului si soloul blues-like de chitara imbinat cu o melodie traditionala romaneasca.Piesa este despre lipsa de respect pe care o arata solii turci fata de curtea lui Vlad si pedeapsa pe care le-o aplica acesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Îndrăzneala însă le rămâne-n gât,&lt;br /&gt;Văd deodată solii, ca-ntr-un vis urât,&lt;br /&gt;Vodă cum se-ncruntă ca şi toţi boierii&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu ştiu a tace dacă vrei să-i sperii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intră-n sala mare Andrei Căpitan&lt;br /&gt;Să aducă cuie, moarte şi ciocan,&lt;br /&gt;Iar turbanul mândru, de nelepădat,&lt;br /&gt;Prins e pe vecie cu piroane-n cap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a VI-a In Valahia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai buna piesa de pe album,cea mai lunga,cea mai complexa.O melodie epica in care este elogiat curajul si setea cu care luptau valahii.Nu ma lasa inima sa zic mai mult.va trebui s-o ascultati voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Din seară în ziuă îi muşcă valahii,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt obosiţi şi bolnavi otomanii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ştiu ce se-ntâmplă, de unde le vine&lt;br /&gt;Moartea în oase şi cât îi mai ţine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spun rugăciunea, Allah să-i asculte,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi închid ochii şi speră să uite&lt;br /&gt;Că sunt zile-ntregi de când nu se-opreşte, &lt;br /&gt;Atacul ce parcă din iarbă porneşte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a VII-a Vlad Tepes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesa reeditata dupa originala care a fost pe albumul "Desant".Multumesc lui dumnezeu ca au bagat-o cu clape.Este o piesa foarte draguta,heavy metal classic,care-l prezinta pe Vlad la modul general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cu marii duşmani, sau cu regii mai mici,&lt;br /&gt;Cu hoţi sau tirani, cu toţi de pe-aici,&lt;br /&gt;Se-nfruntă valahii, cât marele Vlad&lt;br /&gt;Le stă înainte, veghindu-i din prag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mare şi liber şi drept ca un zbor,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt os Basarab de acum până mor,&lt;br /&gt;Am stat la Târgovişte şi Dunăre scut,&lt;br /&gt;Mai sfânt ca dreptatea nimic n-am avu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a VIII-a Kara Iflak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesa de hadbanging rau de tot.Prezinta "the night attack" intr-o maniera orientala  cu pasaje de chitara lucrate cu finete.Refrenul e al dracu de catchy chiar daca are  doar 2 cuvinte,"KARA IFLAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se-aprind focuri multe, dar Vlad e din piatră,&lt;br /&gt;Trece prin turci, şi nu pot ca să vadă&lt;br /&gt;Unde să fugă sau cum să mai lupte,&lt;br /&gt;Când încă 100 de vlahi sar din munte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cruzi ca o haită de lupi ce-au simţit&lt;br /&gt;Urme de sânge şi teamă-n priviri,&lt;br /&gt;Cu săbii mari, grele lovesc ne-ncetat&lt;br /&gt;Cu paloşe multe i-au secerat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a IX-a Ultima Lupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesa de tranzitie,cu urcusuri si cobarasuri,ce prezinta ultima mare batalie a lui Vlad tepes.Piesa o da din hard rock classic in metal si apoi chiar si un pic in pshychedelic-bluesish stuff.Interesanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Şi ţepele-s aspre, şi chinul e greu&lt;br /&gt;Când vezi câmpuri pline de trupuri mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Şi gândul cel rău, din steagul păgân,&lt;br /&gt;Se-ntoarce din drumu-i de moarte nebun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi nimeni ce ura o poartă în piept&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i bine-venit la valahi în castel.&lt;br /&gt;Cine e hoţ sau păgân pe la noi&lt;br /&gt;Va plânge în ţepe, înfipt în noroi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a X-a Moare Vlad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piesa superba in care este relatat complotul otomanilor si asasinarea lui Vlad.Este piesa cu cel mai bun refren dupa parerea mea,o piesa cu un inceput lent (priest-like) si cu un final; instrumental de metal.Trebuie sa recunosc ca e piesa cu versurile mele preferate.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lumini din cer apar să ardă tot,&lt;br /&gt;Să dea un semn la săbii, că-i vreme de război.&lt;br /&gt;Lucesc în lame lacrimi şi sânge de-mpărat,&lt;br /&gt;Dar ei lovesc cu ură, cu ură de tiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secunde-au fost nevoie să şteargă ce-a făcut,&lt;br /&gt;Cum i-a salvat de hoarde, de hoarde de păgâni.&lt;br /&gt;Şi cum a scos din ţară toţi hoţii cei mârşavi,&lt;br /&gt;Cum a zidit Valahia în litere, în ani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;Vlad Ţepes scoate paloşul încă o dată!&lt;br /&gt;Loveşte, loveşte armata lui toată!&lt;br /&gt;Dar ei, murdari de urme de aur,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt răi! Şi muşcă din Vlahul lor faur!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a XI-a Sfarsitul fara sfrasit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piesa care povesteste urmarea mortii lui Vlad,piesa ce incepe cu un funeral sound foarte bun si care continua insa intr-o maniera mai optimista(sound-ul).Melodie chiar buna,perfecta pentru o inmormatare si o betie in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se-nchină turci şi valahi la un loc,&lt;br /&gt;În faţa lui Vodă acum.&lt;br /&gt;Şi ochii sunt încă deschişi,&lt;br /&gt;Şi tristă-i privirea prin fum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerul e negru şi plânge cu lacrimi,&lt;br /&gt;La fel plâng şi ei,&lt;br /&gt;Nimic n-o să mai fie de astăzi la fel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a XII-a Legamantul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima piesa de pe album,o incheiere pefecta ce duce mai departe mesajul lasat de Vlad Tepes,cu o instrumentatie buna si o linie melodica medievala aproape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fu pagina noastră de aur, &lt;br /&gt;Clipă de ultim curaj,&lt;br /&gt;Timpul cu ochi de balaur&lt;br /&gt;Şi visul de aur şi jad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu sabia scris în istorii, &lt;br /&gt;Ne lasă de fier legământ,&lt;br /&gt;Să ţinem Valahia-n inimi&lt;br /&gt;Şi sfântul, râvnitul pământ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:piesa "pas infinit" este de asemenea pe album,dar nu face parte din context si au pus-o acolo pentru ca nu mai aveau rabdare pana la urmatorl album.E o balada ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metalhead.ro/index.php?module=music&amp;action=editMyPlaylist&amp;id=125480"&gt;Aici puteti asculta albumul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5654946715428948900?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5654946715428948900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5654946715428948900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5654946715428948900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5654946715428948900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/10/cronica-mult-dorita.html' title='Cronica mult dorita'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1339815512833215690</id><published>2009-10-10T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:59:43.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These visions of the world (marturisiri)</title><content type='html'>Incep acest post prin aducerea la cunostinta a faptului ca este ca un fel de continuare al celui anterior.De la o vreme incoace incep sa mi se intample lucruri ciudate.Am tot felul de vise pe care in subconstient cred ca mi le autoimpun.Vise si credinte pur fictive,aproape implauzibile,dar care,intr-un mod ciudat mi se par adevarate.Si imi e frica de ele,atat de frica.Nu inteleg de ce.Aceste "viziuni"  create de propriul subconstient,declansate de orice mica scanteie,orice propozitie(de cele mai multe ori deplasata,ingrijoratoare si spusa total involuntar,cu un sens denotativ la fel de involuntar) pe care eu o interpretez intr-un mod incorect,imi face mintea sa umble stinghera pe campiile gandului,simbolismului si a scenariilor eronate.Aceste scenarii nu au legatura cu prezentul,cu realitatea sau cu adevarul,ci mai mult cu trecutul ce-a fost,viitorul ce va fi si viitorul care ar putea sa fie.Trecutul e sigur,sunt obisnuit cu el.Viitorul e incert.Dar viiorul ce ar putea fi(si ma pot lua usor dupa prezent si pot spune ca e aproape imposibil) este atat de...rece,urat si dureros si nu vreau sa traiesc in el.De ce este asa? Pentru ca eu mil creez si pentru ca e doar un scenariu imaginativ.Exista si alte scenarii:placute,pline de viata,de zambete si fericire...mult mai probabile,insa acestea parca palesc in fata un lucru atat de improbabil,dar totusi 1% posibil.De ce se intampla asta? Pentru ca ma uit cu atata frica si ura inspre el incat ma domina,ma consuma.Ma ranesc singur si totusi nu suport masochistii. Si totul poate porni de la conversatii marunte si cuvinte spuse aiurea si interpretate de mine.Imi spun mereu "stai linistit ca nai de ce sa te temi" si o vreme asa ma si simt,dar dupa o vreme,seara,cu o tigara in mana si uitandu-ma la semiluna acoperita partial de nori analizez abosul ce sa intamplat si ce sa spus in ziua respectiva.Si atunci,cand sunt singur in nebunia mea,gandurile si toate sentimentele se invartesc in capul meu ca o tornada ce imi sfasie increderea in mine,in altii si in viitor.Deobicei merge cam asa: "Ioane nai de ce sati faci griji,no sa se intample nimic,a fost doar o gresala de comunicare(sau ceva in genul)" si peste un minut "Dar daca sa spus adevarul involuntar si eu pic de prost si ce cred eu ca se poate intampla se va intampla..ar fi oribil si nustiu ce as face,probabil as urma un mars continuu scaldandu-ma in lacrimi de ciuda,blestemadu-ma ca am fost asa prost".Chiar acum imi spun "ioane stai calm  a fost doar o gresala de comunicare".Vreau sa cred asta.Asta cred si nu,nu-s un om schimbator,doar gandurile mi se schimba,dar deobicei imi revin la normal si ma bucur de prezentul care pentru mine,trebuie sa mentionez,este extraordinar si nu imi amintesc sami fi mers vreodata asa de bine sau sa fi fost asa de fericit(cu mici exceptii,aberatii pentru care eu sunt vinovat deoarece eu le creez).Ce regret este ca aceste ganduri nu pot fi controlate si apar aproape instant atunci cand situatia si conversatia le poate denota.Insa,trebuie sa recunosc ca dispar repede pentru ca sunt reasigurat de propria persoana,dar si mai important,de alte persoane,care tin la mine si ma inteleg si ma ajuta mereu cand am nevoie.Asta e norocul meu.Ca exista altcineva care tine la mine,ma intelege si este acolo,si cred ca mereu va fi,acolo sa imi ofere compasiune si o imbratisare cand nimeni altcineva nu o poate face.Am simtit nevoia sa transpun in scris aceste trairi ale mele,insignifiante,stupide si fara sens si nu am nici o problema daca vi s-a parut ca acest post vi sa parut inutil si plictisitor.Si asa,ca incheiere,aceste perioade in care increderea mea se diminueaza sunt scurte si totul se termina mereu cu bine.Nu's importante,nu's placute,dar merita mentionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Papy's house at 3:AM in the morning,with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I hear you&lt;br /&gt;As my life evolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These visions of the world&lt;br /&gt;Created in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I made them all begin&lt;br /&gt;The future of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Reveals what must be done&lt;br /&gt;To manifest through time"&lt;br /&gt;(Judas priest-future of mankind)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1339815512833215690?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8554875397024753699</id><published>2009-10-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:40:00.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just by looking trough your eyes</title><content type='html'>Imi plac deductiile,cui nui plac?Imi place sa rezolv un puzzle,imi place sa interpretez,imi place simbolismul,dar nu intotdeauna imi place sa inteleg atat de bine oamenii pe cat o fac.De ce?Gasesc uneori lucruri care numi plac.Pot deduce cum si ce gandeste un om doar vorbind cu el,luand in calcul si interpretand toate detaliile.De aceea stiu cand sunt mintit,stiu ce cred ceilalti cu adevarat si stiu si in cine sa nu mai am incredere .Mi'as dori sa fiu naiv si inca sa ma pot increde,dar nu sunt si nu pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8554875397024753699?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8554875397024753699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8554875397024753699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8554875397024753699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8554875397024753699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-by-looking-trough-your-eyes.html' title='Just by looking trough your eyes'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5280786521165734686</id><published>2009-10-09T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:26:40.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>The past</title><content type='html'>My past?I have no past.Why? Cos i don't want to.Pentru mine nu mai exista trecut,nu mai exista amintiri mai adanci decat cele care marcau ineputul verii.Am vrut sami sterg trecutul.Am reusit.Nu mai vorbesc despre el demult oricum...si de acum nu voi mai vorbi deloc despre el.Cu nimeni.Numi place trecutul sau oamenii care traiesc sau vorbesc mereu despre el pentru ca mi se pare pointless.Anyway,i erased my past...and it shall never come back at me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5280786521165734686?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5280786521165734686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5280786521165734686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5280786521165734686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5280786521165734686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/10/past.html' title='The past'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-372503930453461685</id><published>2009-09-28T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:21:33.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zyraxes song</title><content type='html'>As dori ca membru al trupei Zyraxes sa fac public faptul ca am reusit sa scoatem in sfarsit un demo al piesei "Iarna Lupilor".Mai avem de lucrat la diferite piese pe care le vom inregistra cat mai curand.Aceste piese,precum si Iarna lupilor nu sunt si nu vor fi la stadiul final,vor fi doar inregistrari ca sa arate cam cum ar fi ideea pieselor,pana la momentul in care le vom inregistra pro.Mai avem de munca,dar se poate.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk9QTcb-vVI"&gt;Piesa "iarna lupilor"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-372503930453461685?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/372503930453461685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=372503930453461685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/372503930453461685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/372503930453461685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-zyraxes-song.html' title='New Zyraxes song'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7664845247919710826</id><published>2009-09-27T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:54:30.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a blind man cries</title><content type='html'>Un sfat util pentru oricine."Think before you speak". Cu asta am spus tot.Inainte sa spuneti ceva,chiar si randomly,aveti grija totusi sa nu'i deranjati sau raniti pe ceilalti involuntar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7664845247919710826?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7664845247919710826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7664845247919710826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7664845247919710826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7664845247919710826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-blind-man-cries.html' title='When a blind man cries'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2538493706871707372</id><published>2009-09-27T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:42:11.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was your star? Was it far?</title><content type='html'>Why do I have to put up with this? Why can't i make a mistake regarding a situation that didin't depend on me? Why can't i do that without you getting mad and saying things that hurt me?Why do you do this only because you're angry and meanwhile hurting me with your words and tone? It hurts...it hurts to hear and see you like that and just because I love you...No matter...i've got used to it.Can't say i like it but i live with the hope that everything's gonna be ok and that you're gonna realise what you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2538493706871707372?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2538493706871707372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2538493706871707372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2538493706871707372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2538493706871707372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-was-your-star-was-it-far.html' title='Where was your star? Was it far?'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8459236359674973724</id><published>2009-09-25T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:58:21.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the void but deep within me</title><content type='html'>Deobicei nu sunt un om violent.Niciodata nu am cautat scanal doar de dragul de a face un exercitiu.Niciodata nu am folosit forta fizica decat fortat de imprejurari.Mereu am considerat ca e mai bine sa mergi cu omu la o bere,decat sa schimbati replici si pumni fara un motiv intemeiat,decat acela al unui orgoliu care atinge cote astronomice.Nu,niciodata nu am avut initiative de genul "bah ma enervezi si te bat".Nu sunt genul.Dar acum,oricat de mult mi'ar placea sa fac aceasi chestie,sunt tentat ca bazanduma pe o ura dezvoltata asupra unei anumite persoane sa folosesc forta fizica bruta si sa imi descarc toate necazurile si sentimentele de nervozitatea cu niste pumni bine aplicati.&lt;br /&gt;Conversatie&lt;br /&gt;me-alo?Ce faci frate?&lt;br /&gt;c-uite p'aicia,ce e?&lt;br /&gt;me-bai frate,deci deja mia ajuns pana in gat,eu cand il prind pe ala il omor&lt;br /&gt;c-dc ma?:))&lt;br /&gt;me-*insert personal reasons*&lt;br /&gt;c-aha,nasol ioane,pai bate-l&lt;br /&gt;me-frate,nu e prieten bun cu tine sau ceva nu?&lt;br /&gt;c-cine ma?ala?da-l in pula mea:|&lt;br /&gt;me-ah...ok asa,pana mea,daca il bat,il bat ca ardeleanu' frate&lt;br /&gt;c-il bati ca ardeleanu'?:))ce plm e aia ma?&lt;br /&gt;me-adica stii tu,noi ardelenii prietenosi asa,comozi,cu cate o bere,chill asa.Dar si cand ne enervam,batem la ei ca la turci:|&lt;br /&gt;c-ah da?bun,te ajut si eu sa-l calci&lt;br /&gt;me-ok,nu prea am nevoie,dar mersi:)&lt;br /&gt;c-si moldovenii?&lt;br /&gt;me-prteni la catarama:)&lt;br /&gt;c-asa ma ioane:))hai frate ca mor de frig,vorbim,hai salve&lt;br /&gt;Repet,nu e stilul meu sa fac asa ceva,dar deja urasc o persoana destul de tare incat sa numi mai pese de etica,logica si alte adiacente.Imi pare rau ca reactionez asa,dar nimeni nu e facut din piatra si nu ramane impasibil cand isi dezvolta asa sentimente fata de alta persoana.Furia face si ea parte din emotiile de baza?O simti,ramai cu ea in tine,dar pana la urma trebuie s-o eliberezi,oricat de peaceful ai fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:Blind guardian-The curse of feanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aken the long way&lt;br /&gt;Dark realms I went through&lt;br /&gt;I arrived&lt;br /&gt;My vision's so clear&lt;br /&gt;In anger and pain&lt;br /&gt;I left deep wounds behind&lt;br /&gt;But I arrived&lt;br /&gt;Truth might be changed by victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the void but deep within me&lt;br /&gt;A swamp of filth exists&lt;br /&gt;A lake it was of crystal beauty&lt;br /&gt;But Arda's spring went by&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the warning&lt;br /&gt;Well curse my name&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on laughing&lt;br /&gt;No regret&lt;br /&gt;No regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus (1):&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear the eyes of the dark lord&lt;br /&gt;Morgoth I cried&lt;br /&gt;All hope is gone but I swear revenge&lt;br /&gt;Hear my oath&lt;br /&gt;I will take part in your damned fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember their cries&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow which covers the light&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the time&lt;br /&gt;But it's past&lt;br /&gt;I cannot turn back the time&lt;br /&gt;(I) don't look back&lt;br /&gt;There's still smoke near the shore&lt;br /&gt;But I arrived&lt;br /&gt;Revenge be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus (2):&lt;br /&gt;I will take part in your damned fate&lt;br /&gt;Morgoth I cried&lt;br /&gt;It's my oath&lt;br /&gt;So don't fear the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of the dark lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will be free&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly I realized&lt;br /&gt;The prophecies&lt;br /&gt;I've never believed in&lt;br /&gt;My deeds were wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've stained the land&lt;br /&gt;And slain my kin&lt;br /&gt;(Burning Soul)&lt;br /&gt;There's no release from my sins&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;THE CURSE OF FANOR RUNS LONG&lt;br /&gt;Time and only time will tell us&lt;br /&gt;Tell: was I right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When anger breaks through&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave mercy behind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember their cries&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow they'll cover my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll also remember mine&lt;br /&gt;(And) after all I'm still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8459236359674973724?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-7936833524879502748</id><published>2009-09-21T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:46:20.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll see,he'll be,the best that there's been.</title><content type='html'>De ce?De ce inca imi fac griji?De ce nu pot pur si simplu sa stau intins in pat uitandu-ma la tavan,cu lumina soarelui diminetii invadandu-mi camera si sa fiu fericit.Linistit,fara griji inutile,fara a face din tantar armasar sau din ewok wookie?De ce nu imi pot controla gandurile care de atat de multe ori imi afecteaza comportamentul?De ce nu ma pot oprii din a crea scenarii absurde,toate cauzate de cate o replica/propozitie care in mod normal ar putea fi trecuta usor cu vederea?De ce trebuie sa interpretez totul?Chiar si o privire ciudata sau o replica prost pusa ma pot face sa imi imaginez lucururi idioate.Intotdeauna am avut o imaginatie debordanta...dar mereu am folosit-o intr-un mod creativ si nu ca sami creez un fel de viziuni ale viitorului(nostradamish,nu?).Viziuni aberante,absurde,in neconcordanta cu realitatea.De ce? De frica ca acele tampenii sa se adevereasca?&lt;br /&gt;Vreau siguranta totala asupra vietii mele? Sunt masochist si imi place sami fac griji si sa am indoieli?Nu.Atunci de ce?Probabil imi merge prea bine si vreau sa adaug si un pic de rau intr-o viata care momentan are tot ce mi-as putea dori.Ma plictisesc si incep sami imaginez chestii aiurea si dupa aceea cred ca exista o posibilitate sa fie adevarate?Am i mad?Am i bored?Am i stupid?Cate un pic din fiecare probabil.Ideea e ca prin acest post ma conving singur ca totul e ok,ca sunt fericit si ca nu am pentru ce sami fac griji.Momentan I love my life si nu vad nori negri la orizont.Vad doar un apus de soare linsitit,stand pe un deal si fumand dintr-o tigara.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sweat break on my brow&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is ir the shadows that are dancing on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Is this a dream or is it now&lt;br /&gt;Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;That it seems the powers getting stronger every day&lt;br /&gt;I feel a strength an inner fire&lt;br /&gt;But Im scared I wont be able to control it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;He could see the future penetrating&lt;br /&gt;Right in through your mind&lt;br /&gt;See the truth and see your lies&lt;br /&gt;But for all his power couldnt foresee his own demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:Iron maiden-the clairvoyant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pc of the Tic classroom,with love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-7936833524879502748?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7936833524879502748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=7936833524879502748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7936833524879502748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/7936833524879502748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-seehell-bethe-best-that-theres.html' title='You&apos;ll see,he&apos;ll be,the best that there&apos;s been.'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8917732452485208081</id><published>2009-09-20T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:15:52.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers I am calling...</title><content type='html'>...For help.This is my time of need.The time when the old alliances shall rise once more.I need all you can give me...advice,a hand on the back,anything,as long as you're here and I know that I can count on you.This challenge shall separate true friends from wankers,cos today,lads,we fight!We fight 'till there's no blood left to spill.We fight 'till the last.For what's right and for revenge.What say you?Are you with me?Damn right you are:)You've always been,and we never lost.So it shall be this time as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8917732452485208081?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8917732452485208081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6212939145902542351</id><published>2009-09-17T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:42:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling the rain</title><content type='html'>Mai vreau doar inca una,una singura,o ploaie de vara tipica.Vreau sa ma trezesc intr'o dimineata inainte de liceu la 6 si jumatate,ca deobicei si sa simt racoarea diminetii.Sa ma imbrac si sa ma car la liceu,iar la ora 9 sa se faca cald,cald ca intr'o zi de mijloc al verii,care sami aminteasca de nisipul fierbinte din 2 mai.Sa mor de cald ore intregi,sa termin orele si sa te vad.Sa te vad in tineretului si apoi sa inceapa o ploaie calda si placuta de vara.&lt;br /&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;Eluveitie-calling the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6212939145902542351?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6212939145902542351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6212939145902542351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6212939145902542351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6212939145902542351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/calling-rain.html' title='Calling the rain'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2794983693452934989</id><published>2009-09-15T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:43:21.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of a random and pointless conversation</title><content type='html'>Eu plus inca niste prieteni din liceu lansand comentarii random despre boboci. &lt;br /&gt;vasile-ioane,uitete la tipa aia care are colanti de leopard,pitzi nu? &lt;br /&gt;me-da frate...imi e mila&lt;br /&gt;v-de ea?&lt;br /&gt;me-de leopard frate&lt;br /&gt;v-zici ca sunt alive colantii aia,posedati de o rupta&lt;br /&gt;me-ea e posedata de colanti,implicit de un leopard&lt;br /&gt;v-:))&lt;br /&gt;se asterne liniste si peste vreo 10 secunde tipa trece pe langa noi.&lt;br /&gt;Singura chestie inteligibila pe care as putea so spun dupa 4 ore de somn:&lt;br /&gt;"tipei aleia ii iese un leopard din *****"&lt;br /&gt;v-=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2794983693452934989?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2794983693452934989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2794983693452934989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2794983693452934989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2794983693452934989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/evolution-of-random-and-pointless.html' title='Evolution of a random and pointless conversation'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1438767449871767442</id><published>2009-09-15T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:59:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unforgiven IV-A new hope</title><content type='html'>Ma intreb cateodata daca greselile cuiva pot fi iertate pur si simplu pentru ca persoana fata de care a gresit are sentimente destul de puternice pentru cealalta persoana.Confuz,stiu.Raspunsul este simplu:NU!.De ce?Pentru ca nu e normal sa ierti pe cineva pentru orice doar pentru ca iti dezvolti anumite sentimente fata de perosna respectiva.(ierti,ierti si iarasi ierti,pana cand incepi sa fi abuzat aiurea si atuncia deja "iertarea" se transforma in masochism),Nu e cazul aici insa.Atunci cand simti ca scuzele si mai ales lacrimile cuiva sunt sincere si ca sentimentele tale fata de acea persoana sunt reciproce,deja nu mai conteaza ce s-a intamplat,si esti dispus sa treci prin aproape orice,foc si sabie,para si mar,barbie si ken,unguru' bulan si copilu'(i've lost my train of tought) pentru a face ca totul sa fie ok si sa iti creezi tie si persoanei  un sentiment de fericire,de siguranta,de caldura.De ce?Pentru ca poti si pentru ca e genial si pentru ca nimic nu te face mai fericit decat sa sti ca reusesti sa treci de cele mai grele lucruri,din cauza si in acelasi timp,cu ajutorul persoanei la care ti si cu care esti sincer si sti ca si ea e sincera cu tine.Pur si simplu o sti.Chiar daca nu vrei s-o recunosti cateodata,dar sentimentul e acolo.SI cateodata e nevoie de gelozie,de lacrimi si de discutii ca sati dai seama ca e acolo.Increderea si sentimentele sunt,si au fost mereu acolo.Si nu,nu o sa dispara niciodata.S-ar putea cateodata sa uiti de ele,dar sunt sigur ca daca mi se va intmapla....imi vei aminti de ele cu un sarut si un zambet bine aplicat,transferandu-ti din fericire in mine,intristandu-te,ca apoi eu sa fiu fericit,sa realizez ca tot ce imi doresc am deja si ca daca tu m-ai facut fericit intristandu-te si luand totul aspura ta,eu voi aplica aceasi metoda pe tine si te voi face sa te simti asa cum vreau sa te simti.Asa cum vreau sa ma simt.Fericit,cald,in siguranta....in bratele tale.Si asa ne vom simti..."untill the sun runs out of light".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Geo's house,with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1438767449871767442?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1438767449871767442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=1438767449871767442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1438767449871767442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/1438767449871767442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/unforgiven-iv-new-hope.html' title='the unforgiven IV-A new hope'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-1719478308504342716</id><published>2009-09-14T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:03:46.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Hunt you down without mercy</title><content type='html'>Cold and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252957943_0"&gt;rainy night&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I stand enchained in a corner&lt;br /&gt;Blind my eyes, cos I was right&lt;br /&gt;About you, human deformer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asleep or dead,&lt;br /&gt;Between two worlds I wander&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with anger, pain and dread&lt;br /&gt;Until the found, he finds the founder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crying while it rains,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taken over in a rage&lt;br /&gt;With a shout I broke my chains&lt;br /&gt;And with blood lust turned the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought like madness for self worth,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care cos I am both&lt;br /&gt;Even now I move on forth&lt;br /&gt;For revenge I swore my oath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching on through &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252957943_1"&gt;tears of rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont stop until I die&lt;br /&gt;Till you free me from this cage&lt;br /&gt;Kill 'em all I just will try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;I will fight you all together&lt;br /&gt;Til' there is nor flesh nor bone&lt;br /&gt;I will fight you now, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut me, beat me, kill me&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop&lt;br /&gt;To the ravens feed me&lt;br /&gt;I have no more blood to drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over blood red seas we shall fight&lt;br /&gt;Night to day and day to night&lt;br /&gt;When the sun runs out of light&lt;br /&gt;Stop the kill I think I might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not know sleep or rest&lt;br /&gt;Till you all are deep in ground&lt;br /&gt;This fate of hatred I detest&lt;br /&gt;But to my oath, forever bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-1719478308504342716?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5137067623385722372</id><published>2009-09-13T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:49:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightmare to remember</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's gone. No more restless nights, no more consecutive nightmares and no more waking up in fear. It is gone now. It left a mark, but I'm glad I will not be forced to suffer every night anymore... those cold eyes, so cold and careless. They will haunt me no more, nor shall those images. Those dreams, visions, I made them all begin and I, with your help and 3 sleepless nights, made them go away. Anger, fear, so far away. Now I know peace, and I shall rest... again. Tired, so tired and happy, and finally, I shall sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5137067623385722372?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5137067623385722372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5137067623385722372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5137067623385722372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5137067623385722372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare-to-remember.html' title='A nightmare to remember'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-8420330755544645122</id><published>2009-09-12T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:53:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclama</title><content type='html'>Pentru a va delecta ochii cu o filozofie post modernista (post mortem), aruncati un ochi la blogul unui mare artist, poet, geniu muzical si cultural al suburbiilor capitalei (este si alchoolic), blogul domnului Ciornei, sau "Ciornei" cum imi place mie adeseori sa-l poreclesc intr-un mod dibaci. &lt;a href="http://sentimenteurbane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Respectivul blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2AH9q19TZ0/SqtlCC0KmnI/AAAAAAAAABA/Tfmiax3sy4I/s320/sentimente_urbaneJPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505265614002802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-8420330755544645122?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8420330755544645122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=8420330755544645122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8420330755544645122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/8420330755544645122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/reclama.html' title='Reclama'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2AH9q19TZ0/SqtlCC0KmnI/AAAAAAAAABA/Tfmiax3sy4I/s72-c/sentimente_urbaneJPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-5734480944133087750</id><published>2009-09-08T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:32.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite dreams,I can't deny them</title><content type='html'>In sfarsit am ocazia sa scriu ceva calumea pe blog,off,urasc sa n'am net si sa trebuiasca sa postez chestii de pe telefonul mobil,pentru ca imi ofera spatiu limitat dezvoltarii textului si nu reusesc sa exprim cum trebuie ce vreau sa spun.&lt;br /&gt;Asa,pai...prima chestie:Happy 3 month aniversary hon! I love you,si da,mi'a placut sa ne uitam la SW VI,chiar daca era o mizerie oribila prin casa si da,stiu ca my yoda mug e cute:)Asa cum ai tinut sa mentionezi,maicamea s-a intors din germania si casa e mai curata si am/avem mancare:)&lt;br /&gt;M-am ales cu un box set si niste blugi extrem de marfa:&gt; (thx mom!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,in sfrasit ma ajuta si casa lui poenaru la ceva(calculatorul lui mai precis):pot sa postez pe blog de la el in timp ce el si alex dorm ca 2 porci.(1 sticla de vin a doborat 2 oameni mai bine facut decat mine).&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut si de latina,chiar cu cea mai mare nota(7),si apoi am fost la "the proposal"@gates of mall vitan with cookie:)&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa zic,imi merge bine(cred/sper sa fie asa) si ma simt implinit pentru ca am reusit sa trec peste toate micile probleme si greutati(ok..poate unele mai mari).Or did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite dreams I can't deny them&lt;br /&gt;Infinity is hard to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear those screams&lt;br /&gt;Even in my wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffocation waking in a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Scared to fall asleep again&lt;br /&gt;Incase the dream begins again&lt;br /&gt;Someone chasing and cannot move&lt;br /&gt;Standing rigid a nightmare's statue&lt;br /&gt;What a dream when will it end&lt;br /&gt;And will I transcend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless sleep the minds in turmoil&lt;br /&gt;One nightmare ends another fertile&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to me so scared to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But scared to wake now, in too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its reached new heights&lt;br /&gt;I rather like the restless nights&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder it makes me think&lt;br /&gt;There's more to this I'm on the brink&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fear of what's beyond&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I might not respond&lt;br /&gt;I have an interest almost craving&lt;br /&gt;But would I like to get too far in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be all coincidence&lt;br /&gt;Too many things are evident&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you're an unbeliever&lt;br /&gt;Spiritualist? Well me I'm neither&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't you like to know&lt;br /&gt;The truth&lt;br /&gt;Of what's out there to have the proof&lt;br /&gt;And find out just which side&lt;br /&gt;You're on&lt;br /&gt;Where would you end in Heaven or&lt;br /&gt;In Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me. Help me to find my true&lt;br /&gt;Self without seeing the future&lt;br /&gt;Save me, save me from torturing&lt;br /&gt;Myself even within my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be just more to it&lt;br /&gt;Than this&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me why do we exist&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that when I die&lt;br /&gt;I'd get a chance another time&lt;br /&gt;And to return and live again&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnate, play the game&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye from India!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-5734480944133087750?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5734480944133087750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=5734480944133087750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5734480944133087750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/5734480944133087750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/infinite-dreamsi-cant-deny-them.html' title='Infinite dreams,I can&apos;t deny them'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-2855232078068260633</id><published>2009-09-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:31:03.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Cookie here saying</title><content type='html'>I love you, my adorable boyfriend :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-2855232078068260633?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2855232078068260633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=2855232078068260633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2855232078068260633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/2855232078068260633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookie-here-saying.html' title='Cookie here saying'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9118682252675226988.post-6241142019202292333</id><published>2009-09-04T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:38:16.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>Like thunder from the sky (twisted feelings part 2)</title><content type='html'>When anger replaces sorrow it's kinda cool you know. I am relatively happy, but I can't get enough of this hate... consumes me, but sure it's a relief. Mark my words you, you and all like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark their spirits, burn their hearts, stab them in their eyes, rape their women as they cry, kill their servants, burn their homes, till there's no blood left to spill, power and dominion are taken by the will, by divine right hail and kill.&lt;br /&gt;( thx manowar for the lyrics, you really know how to free me from my anger)&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9118682252675226988-6241142019202292333?l=dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6241142019202292333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9118682252675226988&amp;postID=6241142019202292333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6241142019202292333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9118682252675226988/posts/default/6241142019202292333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontlooktotheeyesofastranger.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-thunder-from-skytwisted-feelings.html' title='Like thunder from the sky (twisted feelings part 2)'/><author><name>Dream Of Mirrors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631987732103106773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
