..one da(is)y..

some stupid thoughts to write down.. i wonder.. the petal u start with determines the last.. or it doesn't matter? or maybe what matters most is the last one.. or only the petals in between? :)
anyway, great photo.

mOnocHroME

[and why does this song sound good and optimistic for me, i wonder?]

Anyway, I can try
anything in the same circle
leading to nowhere
and I'm tired now.

Anyway, I've lost my face,
my dignity, my look,
everything is gone
and I'm tired now.

Don't be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
every day
on my old bicycle you loved.

I am pilling up some unread books under my bed
and I really think I'll never read again.

No concentration, just a white disorder
everywhere around me you know I'm so tired now.

Don't worry
I often go to dinners and parties
with some old friends who care for me, take me back home
and stay.


Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me,
nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me,
nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event or something
to remind me,
but I've really got
nothing in mind.

Sometimes I open the windows and listen
people walking in the down streets.
there is life out there.

Don't worry
I often go to dinners and parties
with some old friends who care for me, take me back home
and stay.

Anyway, I can try
anything it's the same circle
That leads to nowhere
and I'm tired now.

Anyway,
I've lost my face,
my dignity, my look,
everything is gone
and I'm tired now.

Don't be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
every day
on my old bicycle you loved.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me,
nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me,
nothing but silence around me

blog it

mda. e trist, draga jurnalule. nici sa scriu nu mai am timp. era sa scriu zilele trecute din holul hotelului, dar asta ar fi fost chiar jenibil. nu mai am timp sa scriu de acasa. e ciudat, pana acum oricate as fi facut aveam timp de toate..
nu e doar asta. nu pot sa ma exprim. toate gandurile care imi trec acum prin minte raman acolo. inainte curgeau cumva in tastatura. ;)
cica interiorizez experientele. deh, cu timpul cu totii invatam limbajul de lemn. totusi treaba asta cu interiorizarea nu e ok.
ma bucur doar ca in ultimul timp gandesc nu mai complicat, ci mai simplu. actiunile oamenilor sunt generate de chestii mult mai simple si instinctive decat de vreun complot monstruos de protejare a propriei persoane si realizare a propriilor interese.
am sters pozele cu mine de pe blog. acum nu mai e decat patratelu si niste franturi de ganduri si bucati din mine.
dar e interesant cum intalnesti blogger friends of your friends. it made me happy though i still don't know where u write. but we're linked. :))

scriu dezlanat. bucati de fraze, fara legatura intre ele..

am obosit. e prima data in 2* de ani cand pur si simplu nu mai am timp.
ar fi bine daca nu m-ar preocupa atat de mult toate lucrurile pe care trebuie sa le fac. acum, duminica, am ajuns mai devreme acasa. la 4. pentru urmatoarea ora incerc sa imi fac o lista cu toate lucrurile pe care trebuie sa le fac, sa nu le uit.
apoi ies in oras.
refuz in continuare sa devin robotel.
primul weekend liber in 4 luni va fi cel dinainte de Craciun. what to do, what to do. ;)
si apropo, am vrut sa scriu de atunci, dar n-am avut timp si poate e mai bine sa nu detaliez. weekendul trecut am facut cel mai prost *** ever. i was lame, not organized and all. part of it is that my job takes all my resources. mai mult decat ca m-am dezamagit pe mine mi-e ca i-am dezamagit pe cei care au participat. and it should have been the best, it was animat*on tra*ning. a little ashamed with myself..

incep sa vad viata cu binoclul. all the things that happen, all the reactions, emotions, desires of people. all "coincidences". how unique we are.
"- auzi, da' tu nu mai stii sa vorbesti in romana?
- hmm.. you started it [some years ago in some unique moments... - i should have continued]"
this weekend's word is definitely "unique". we remember moments, not days. it's good that we also forget sometimes. i already started..
thoughts. people. lifes. i think i met soo interesting and unique people in my life.
unique. beautiful.
and no, i'm not drunk. not happy, not sad. mixture. as always. unbelievably unique. :D

And if it makes you happy...

...then why the hell are you so sad?

A few years ago, the Nobel Prize-winning psychologist Daniel Kahneman conducted an odd experiment. He had a group of students eat a bowl of their favorite ice cream while listening to a particular piece of music eight days in a row. After the first day, Kahneman asked them to predict how they'd feel about the whole experience once it was over. Their predictions turned out to be way off base. Some students who thought that they'd hate having to eat the same flavor eight days in a row became addicted to it. Some who thought they'd enjoy the experience were eventually repulsed by it. The upshot: people may know when they're happy, but they often don't know what will make them happy. (dintr-un articol mai vechi din The New Yorker)

din b24fun, dobro.. surprinzator..

domus, domus, sa-naltam ?

Articol de Mihai Dobrovolschi

Nu intinati prin familiaritate lucruri mai mari decat voi… Mai oameni buni. Eu nu stiu cine a facut reclama asta. Probabil vina e impartita. O agentie a propus, un client a acceptat. Poate nu v-ati dat seama ce faceti. Poate erati obositi, seara, intr-un meeting room de agentie unde nu aveati voie sa fumati si ati vrut sa scapati. Eu unul sunt credincios, ajuta Doamne necredintei mele. Dar nu oblig pe nimeni sa fie. Insa voi batjocoriti o credinta prin coborarea ei intr-un lant de magazine, o credinta care stiti ca este raspandita. Poate spuneti ca a fost o gluma. Dar. Nu intinati prin familiaritate lucrurile mai mari decat voi. Nu vreau sa infierez, cred ca intr-o tara cu atat de multi credinciosi, fie printre ei si fatarnici, v-ati facut voua un deserviciu parodiind un colind. Oooof. Eram sigur ca la asta o sa se ajunga. Societate de consum. N-am stiut noi sa fim faini pana la capat si sa adoptam capitalismul romaneste, pastrand valori. Nu, trebuie se pare sa intram in anarhia mare ca sa ne reasezam candva. Iar cine ar trebui sa opreasca asta interzice Parazitii sau alearga dupa MISA. Ce-as face eu daca as primi colindatori si, auzindu-i, fi-meu ar incepe sa se zbenguiasca pe langa ei si sa cante dooomus doooomus sa-naltam ? Buna masura a devenit un elastic de chiloti, la noi. Si daca l-as intreba pe cel care a avut ideea asta: mai, omule, dar tu n-ai niciun Dumnezeu ? mi-ar spune probabil: nu, dar am un lant de magazine.

"doar meseria e bratara de aur, buey"

Blog it, zice alex. And so I am blogging it.

On 11/3/06, Alex <...@gmail.com> wrote:

Vroiam doar sa va spun ca m-am simtit foarte bine cu voi in seara
asta. Sunteti cu totii niste simpatici!

*** [adica patratel], ai primit absenta si nu stiu cum o vei motiva!

On 11/5/06, Patratelu' <patratelu@gmail.com> wrote:

Ma bucur ca v-ati intalnit.

Absenta de vineri e nemotivata, pt ca acum fac voluntariat la firma in weekend. Pentru prezente, de luni pana joi..

Ceva proaspat - in seara asta, in drum spre casa, am gasit o bratara de aur in tramvai. Am vrut sa i-o dau vatmanului dar povestea a avut final neasteptat. M-am bucurat totusi ca am gasit-o, desi acum nu e nici la mine, nici la vatman, nici la cine a pierdut-o. Mi s-a parut cool. :P
Hmm.. oare de ce?

back from hawaii

..mm.. mobile gmail..
Iar scriu o data pe saptamana.. Ce sa mai zic.. inca am probleme cu raceala, acasa pot fi gasita treaza doar intre duminica si joi orele 23.00->0.00, maine plec iar (TB).. Cam atat. Am primit cadou.. un 6234.. Multumesc. Inca nu e decodat si pare prea complicat pentru gandirea mea logica de inginer. O sa dureze mult pana o sa-l descopar. Extrapoland, ca si teoria mea despre barbatul cu care tre' sa te mariti - sa ai nevoie de o viata intreaga ca sa te plictisesti de el.
In rest.. la intalnirea de lucru a fost ok dar mi-a parut rau ca nu am putut face mai mult. Eram, evident, racita si obosita. Trebuie sa fac bagajul. Tineti-mi pumnii in we.. Povestim..