noi suntem romani, noi suntem aici pe veci stapani (din pacate)

postul de azi va fi in romana. de ce in romana? pentru ca pur si simplu vorbeste despre ceva tipic romanesc si ar suna cat se poate de tampit sa fie in engleza. in afara faptului ca ar fi ofensator pentru celelalte tari civilizate vorbitoare de limbi de circulatie internationala, afisarea unui post pe tema asta in limba engleza ar diminua, (cel putin in mintea'mi creatza) efectul tragico-penibil al situatiei. asadar...
ca tot contribuabilul manat de efectul de turma de a merge la cumparaturi in weekend (ca deh atunci are lumea timp :P) am pornit cu dedicare la cumparaturi (evident intr'un hypermarket, ca acolo e mai ieftin -bullshit- si oferta e mai variata -bullshit again-). pentru ca e ceva de mers de la mine pana la ei si pentru ca nu sunt eu cea mai proactiva persoana am zis: pai da! lasa ca ma duc cu autobuzul... Da' de unde?! autobuzul ar fi circulat el, dragul mamii, dar mama zmeului stie la ce ora! de ce? pentru ca scumpii concetateni, dragi si respectabili romani, platitori sau nu de taxe (cel mai probabil nu) au fost in stare sa dezlipeasca afisul (sau that wannabe afis) cu orarul in care circula autobuzele. pai si pentru ce mama focului ar dezlipi cineva afisul ala?!?! ma intreb si eu ca tot prostul... nu de alta dar m'am tot gandit si eu cum sa fac rost de orarul ala... ce e drept eu ma gandeam sa fac o poza si sa o trec in calculator dar se pare ca cineva a fost mai rapid... si mai eficient?! nu! nu cred ca pot sa spun eficient... sau poate da? adevarul este ca nu cred ca in alta parte as fi avut de pus intrebarea asta pentru simplul fapt ca in alte parti spiritul comunitar si bunul simt elementar sunt daca nu prioritare macar bine intiparite in mintea cetatenilor si in momente din astea ii impiedica ( sau asa imi place mie sa cred) sa faca o faza de genul celei de care am povestit...
concluzie: BULEVARDUL MIHAI VITEAZU STATIA DE VIS-A-VIS DE BISERICA = NO SCHEDULE PENTRU MERSUL AUTOBUZELOR ... dar pana la urma de ce ma mai agit, din moment ce si cu orar tot intarzie autobuzele cate 20 de minute, si asta mereu in zilele in care esti in intarziere. e o conspiratie in colaborare cu legile lui murphy si sistemul ma saboteaza sa nu ajung la munca... sau poate nu... sau poate numai caut scuze... nu, nu cred... de fapt de vina e tot sistemul si toti care suntem in el romani de la al mai mare la al mai mic...

PS persoanele de fata se exclud :)

what goes up... most of the time goes way down...

I cannot remember the last time I felt truly amazed by something or someone. no doubt there were amazing moments in my life and no doubt I met beautiful and interesting people along the way... but right now I feel empty in a weird way that is unfamiliar. I felt empty loads of times but I always thought that it was some transitory feeling of regret and unfulfilied. yeah well... this time is different... I feel like I've been drinking all night and now I am recovering from terrible hangover. it's just that the drink was ecstatic, unexplained joy I felt yesterday and the hangover is the confusion and lack of energy, closely followed by mere depression I encounter today...
I bet everyone felt like this at least one time... the question for today is: how does one get out of this state of mind... I mean does one?!

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hi hi!!! ha ha!! happy day!

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have you ever quit something before actually starting it? well I did. and it felt amazingly awesome!! I felt a rush of excitement running through my veins and I felt free... I felt like I am free from the rat race before starting to ever lasting run, before i got caught up in this chase for money and continuous borrowing of bits and pieces of time...
I worked only for five days. five! I am glad I am free... for now... but I hate the fact that I have to run back to the quest of getting a job... sadly one cannot survive other way today...
so here I am enjoying the moments of freedom like an escaped convict who sees the cops approaching. and they are getting closer... closer... closer...

bloody tyrant TIme...

today I wanna talk about time... how much we have, how much we spend, how much we need and how much we lose. I assume each of us used the cliche at least once: "ow I don't have time for that". the idioms regarding time are so numerous I could easily particuarize ten just out of what I can remember... think of "I have all the time in the world" or "I don't have much time left"; or "I have to buy more time". we went so far with this time obsession that we created expressions that imply buying time. time is a concept! we all know that. but if it is a concept, which obviously should only stand for something, why are we so connected to it? why can't we simply use it as a concept? why do we actually say and believe when we think "ow I did not have time"... to do this or that? I believe it is a matter of choice. you want to have time for something you'll give yourself that time. if you don't want that you'll blame it on the lack of time, which is rather a good excuse because everyone does that and supposedly you are fully understood if you were caught in something big that ate most of yur time. so we are dealing with a vicious circle of time consumers, time borrowers, wasters or buyers. slaves of this bloody tyrant Time (as Shakespeare said; this is my fave catch phrase from all the shakespearian writings by the way :)). nowadays people are caught in a time market. we should start selling time shares at the stock market. I am sure their value will never decrease!
so I am asking you people out there: is time what we need or is it us wanting to really do some things... or not wanting to do them? we did not meet our family because we had no time or because we thought it was not that important and that meeting the ones we hold dear can wait and the job project has to come first? eventually I believe it is about the way you set your priorities. if we know what we want we will do all the things possible to get that and this includes using our time effectively. and when that happends we won't need to use all the phrases about the lack of time because they will become simply ridiculous...

I am romanian... it's in my genes!

there is a huge animosity in the past couple of days going on between my country and Italy. the reason? some roma people supposedly raped and robbed an italian citizen. so far so good. well not that good but at least is clear. problem arises when we find out that the roma man was actually a romanian citizen. now, is a well known fact, at least in Europe, that romanian citizens have been working abroad for some time now, and there are contries that actually ask romanian qualified workers to come and work legally. now, here is the big bug! as long as they have the lame romanians going there to work on wages lower than half of the minimum wage paid in the respective countries, everything is perfect. the romanian guy/gal busts his/her ass to earn almost nothing (if we consider the quality of life there) and when some f****d up gipsy hits the quiet and safe image of a country's society, and it happens he is a romanian citizen, everyone in and outside Romania has to feel ashamed!!
I am tired of being labeled all the time. there were moments in which I felt ashamed to admit I was romanian. why? because I do not have the balls to stand up and say: Yes I am romanian and I am proud! I am proud because thanks to us Gates' Microsoft developed unbelievebly. I am proud that ROMANIAN mathematicians are literally "hunted" since still in university by the great international corporations. I am proud to be part of a nation that gave more "brains" to the world than any other european country.
and yet, how i wish i would be able to scream that out loud... but I can't. I can't because when a woman is raped in her own country by some filthy foreigner, i feel like I would kill him myself. and in these times all the great things we do just seem evanescent next to the bad things. I guess is in our nature to forget about the good things completely when something bad comes along...
it is sad how an entire people is regarded as such, just because of one person. it is sad how romanians have invaded Europe (and I am talking here about the lower class of romanian society, who went there to steal, rape, beg or do all kind of illegal things), it is sad Europe is using romanians, but the moment something goes wrong everyone is sent back home! it is sad that as long as we were needed for cheap labor everyone closed their eyes and made full use of the situation. it is sad that now we have to deal again with all the losers. Romania was finally becoming a european country at its full rights. now, we are pushed back! first by our filthy comrades, who instead of making us look good there, stained the face of the country big time; second by the paranoid countries that finally found a perfect pretext to sent us all back home (now that they do not need us anymore); third by our elites, who disregard us and praise the West, because they have no financial opportunity to use their capacities in their Vaterland.
I am so dissapointed! I feel sick that some western countries think they are better than us but forget that it is thanks to us they developed so much in the last years! I am sick of feeling looked down on and being regarded like some poor animal that is being given work for pitty. We are proud and intelectual, and if there are some bad romanians out there it does not mean we are all the same! and it does not mean that anyone has any right to label the romanian people... it doesn't mean...