Anger,Hate,Fear…

Why don’t people listen to what i say?

No matter how right i am,i am always wrong in their opinion.

What makes me even more angry is that people listen to other people which talk a lot of bullshit.

After they realise they have done a mistake by listening to those people,and see that i was right they,come and ask for forgiveness…

That always happens,and still,i am still not gaining any hearing from people around me…

I don’t like to lead,it’s not my style,but still,i want justice…there is no justice in bullshit !

I can see that i have a weak influence over the people i conversate with…some seem to forget what i say,some seem to forget my skills,or some just ignores them…

I want to go away…far away…where i will forget all this crap…

Can’t take it anymore !

06 June 2008

1:49 PM

Bucharest,Romania

Bucharest

This city changes people…changes minds,changes situations…

It’s a road…that we must go on…

Bucharest ain’t a very warm and familiar road.

You rise,you fall,you are happy,you are sad,you scream,you cry,you hit the pillow with your fist,you say that you just can’t take it anymore…but…..the show must go on…

I must put and end to all the disorder in my life…soon,it will all be over,i feel it.

It’s near…and it’s big….the biggest prize i can ever have….Freedom,Peace,and Quiet…

Operatie

Azi( 14 May 2008 ) am ajuns in Bucuresti.

Ieri( 13 May 2008 ) am fost la Valcea pentru a ma opera la mana dreapta.

It was hell at first,si cred ca am ramas cu sechele…de fiecare data cand inchid ochii vad siringa doctorului care imi intra in mana…partea nasoala e ca inca o simt cum imi intra in mana….

Now i can’t use my hand at all for some days…

Decanul scolii mele

Astazi am dat mana cu legendarul Andrei Blaier.Decanul scolii mele.

A fost atat de real si totusi parca nu s-a intamplat. Ba chiar m-a intrebat si ce fac.

Eram ceva de genul…WOW,Andrei Blaier m-a strans de mana si m-a intrebat ce fac.Visez?

Nu.Nu visam,chiar se intamplase…am vazut in ochii lui un om batran dar plin de energie,un om ce are generatii intregi de elevi sub maneca,un om invincibil,cu toate ca nu arata astfel.

E greu sa descrii senzatia de putere pe care o detine,chiar fara sa vrea am impresia.

E o legenda vie….si va fi asa forever…

http://www.cinemagia.ro/actor.php?actor_id=1618

To care…

Caring…means a lot to people that know how to appreciate it when it’s being given to them…

Can’t say i got lots of it in the last few months since i left Valcea…

Care is special to me as it is for a little doggy found on the street that needs attention…if you take care of him then,he will be appreciating that for the rest of his life…dogs do that…that’s why they are man’s best friend…

I miss mom…she was the only one that knew how to care for me…i wish to be near her in this moment…i hope i’ll get to see her this summer,but i’m not positive i will…i miss so much the time when i was home and my parents were home too…

I just miss mom and dad…why is it this way? me here and they far away? why isn’t it the nice way? the way i want it to be…together as a family…

Life ain’t fare…life ain’t even more fare when nobody is there to take care of you…

I can’t use my right hand at some things anymore…i started using the mouse with my left one…and it’s gonna be like that for a month or so…oh well…i’ll get used to it…

Sorry for the EMO post…i just don’t feel right at the moment…

8 May 2008

To be or not to be…….A Star

We are stars,ment to never shine but fall….

Or are we…ment to shine forever?

We spark,as much as we possibly can

Not knowing it….

I’d like to be the star that sparks forever,never to become natural,forever be known,and i shall pay the price of not being understood…

One Month

With a Forever Feeling…

Dulce – Amar in Gara de Nord

Experimental Short Film

Spark….Flame….Happiness?!?!?! No…

 

The Spark Is Gone

Still,that spark made flame on a piece of wood

Only one,for the other piece of wood can never be set on fire…

It is cold….frozen even…but how can i at least warm it up?

It has stolen the properties of a rock

And it keeps them

05.March.2008

M-am saturat….Imi doresc…

Da…m-am saturat de urletele,de tipetele,de crizele ei…

M-am saturat de glumele ei proaste si rasuflate la adresa mea,a barbatilor,a femeilor,a adolescentilor,si chiar a batranilor din ziua de azi.

M-am saturat de invitatiile ei la restaurant sau la club…da…la club…:|

M-am saturat de faptul ca ma spioneaza neincetat si imi urmareste fiecare miscare.

M-am saturat de faptul ca sta toata ziua in fata televizorului ca o closca.

M-am saturat de regulile ei stricte de a folosi bucataria…

M-am saturat de faptul ca ma intreaba in fiecare zi ce am sa fac.

M-am saturat de falsitatea ei si de cele 2 fete pe care si le schimba frecvent…

M-am saturat de faptul ca ma vorbeste pe la spate

M-am saturat sa tot platesc bani doar ptr a dormi intr-un pat inghesuit si a sta la un birou subred.

M-am saturat sa intre mereu peste mine in camera cand ma schimb.

M-am saturat sa stea mereu langa mine cand mananc si sa inceapa sa isi povesteasca trecutul.

M-am saturat sa ma abtin sa nu o lovesc.

Are un ras haotic…un ras tamp..un ras ce te scoala mereu din somn dimineata.

Este bolnava,tampita,proasta,si da dovada de o neinteligenta iesita din comun.

Are 53 de ani dar arata de 70 pe putin.

Se crede studenta la arte.

Nu o mai suport…

De fiecare data cand o privesc in ochi imi vine sa o strang de gat.

Imi doresc sa ii cada parul din cap sa ramana cheala!

Imi doresc sa cada intr-o groapa,iar eu sa fiu ultima sansa de salvare a ei.

As sta si as da cu pietre in ea…apoi as arunca apa peste ea pana s-ar ineca.

13/02/2008

Ptr. cei ce nu cunosc situatia,este vorba de femeia la care stau in gazda in Bucuresti