Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Rest in peace...:((

Nu e tocmai usor sa te desparti de ce-ti e drag.Moartea vine pe neasteptate si te poate lovi crunt, mult prea crunt ca sa poti suporta.Moartea iti fura inima, o goleste incet-incet, o sfasie lent si cand aproape a distrus-o de tot, o lasa...si o priveste cum se stinge de tot, cum ramai fara vlaga, cum devii un mort viu...Si totusi, speranta, nenorocita de speranta, pare ca te salveaza mereu.Dar nu face decat sa-ti prelungeasca agonia...

Simt nevoia sa fiu singura.Doar eu cu mine, cu ganduri si cu amintiri...Pentru ca simt prea multa furie pe viata, pe moarte, pe lume, pe tot.Pentru ca simt nevoia sa distrug tot ce-mi apare-n cale, pentru ca vreau sa ma razbun pe soarta, pe moarte, pe mine...Pentru ca ma simt vinovata ca nu am stiut sa am grija de lucrurile pe care le am de pret.Si le pierd rand pe rand, ajungand astfel sa ma pierd pe mine...

Amintirile sunt singurele care ma ajuta sa ma intregesc.Sunt ca piesele unui puzzle, puzzle-ul fiind eu.Eu m-am pierdut, iar inima mi se tot micsoreaza odata cu inca o pierdere...


(6 aprilie - 25 iunie 2007)

Monday, June 25, 2007

...

-Mara!Mara!
...intotdeauna raspundea la chemare.

Dar intr-o zi, vantul n-a mai adiat, soarele s-a ascuns, norii s-au invinetit si cerul s-a deschis.
-Mara!Mara!
...dar ea n-a mai venit.

Tenacious D - Friendship

Friendship is rare,
Do you know what I'm sayin' to you?
Friendship is rare.
My derriere,
When you find out much later
That they don't really care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me, can't you see?

Oh shit there's a bear,
Could you hand me that shotgun buddy,
Also that chair?
We're fighting a bear
Now your life's in grave danger
And you don't even care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me,
Say a prayer for me,
'Cause it's rare to be
In Tenacious D.

Friends will be friends
They're running naked in the sand,
Friends holding hands
Will someday surely form a band,
Friends will be friends
They say that friends are friends
To the bitter end.
Long-as-there's-a-record-deal-we'll-always-be-friends!
Long-as-there's-a-record-deal-we'll-always-be-friends!

Friends will be friends
They're running naked in the sand,
Friends holding hands
Will someday surely form a band,
Friends will be friends
They say that friends are friends
To the bitter end.
Long-as-there's-a-record-deal-we'll-always-be-friends!
Long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends, yeah

(Melodia din reclama mea preferata, aia de la Orange...habar n-aveam ca Tenacious D o canta :D)

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Soooo funny...but it's STUPID!!!

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now publishedby court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.
________________________________
ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.
____________________________________
ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?_____________________________________
ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?
WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?
WITNESS: Forty-five years.
_____________________________________
ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.
____________________________________
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?____________________________________
ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty year old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty.
________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?______________________________________
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh....
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?_____________________________________
ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?______________________________________
ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice, which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
______________________________________
ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!____________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?
____________________________________________

And The Best For Last:
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law

Burn in heaven...?!?

Left, right...?!?
Who cares...?

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Curcubeu


Curcubeu fara ploaie.Cel putin la mine n-a plouat.Ciudat...

Reclama sweet

Reclama asta mi se pare foarte, foarte draguta.Poate una din cele mai dragute din cate am vazut.Enjoy!

Sunday, June 03, 2007

None

Acum cateva luni am fost pacalita de un vanzator ambulant...Spunea ca are o super oferta: prieteni foarte buni, pentru toata viata, care vor fi alaturi de tine oricand vei avea nevoie si nu te vor face sa suferi niciodata.Si l-am crezut.Si la inceput, chiar asa a fost, ajunsesem sa cred ca am gasit unul din cei mai buni prieteni, dar la un moment dat s-a rupt filmul.Asa e cu treburile astea: cu cat e mai bine la inceput, cu atat se termina mai rau.Probabil ca asta se intampla cand ajungi sa cunosti un om cu adevarat si sa realizezi ca imaginea pe care o ai tu in minte despre el e total diferita (poate chiar opusa) decat cum e el cu adevarat si ajungi sa-ti dai seama ca deja ai inceput sa gandesti cu inima si ca e momentul sa te opresti...
Never take anything for granted!Probabil ca asta a fost greseala mea si acum am ajuns la marginea prapastiei si observ ca fara regrete, acea persoana mi-ar face vant...




(6 octombrie 2006- 11 mai 2007)

Reactie de cititor la reactia la reactii de cititor...

Am verificat acum cateva minute numarul de vizitatori ai blogului, pe google analytics.Si mare mi-a fost uimirea cand am vazut ca don'soara Miruna Vlada mi-a facut onoarea de a fi una dintre acesti vizitatori.Si am intrat si eu pe blogul dansei (ma amuza pentru ce se foloseste apelativul "dansa" in mediul rural la noi) si incercand sa gasesc ceva (nu zic ceva interesant, ceva care sa-mi capteze atentia, zic doar ceva) am dat peste acest post.
Cand am scris acel post, am fost chiar mandra de el.Acum sunt de 13 ori mai mandra.Pentru ca acum stie si mademoisella poeteasa ce cred eu (si nu numai eu) despre poezia ei post mortem...pardon, post modernista, dar cred ca merge si post mortem, pentru ca din punct de vedere artistic, e sub pamant.Nu-mi place.Punct.Nu are nici cea mai mica legatura cu "orele precare de literatura pe care le fac la scoala unde nu li se dezvolta niciun instrument viabil de lectura critica a textelor moderne si postmoderne".Nu.Tocmai, are legatura cu faptul ca la orele de literatura ni s-a dezvoltat abilitatea critica fata de poezii, dar cum poeziile despre care am facut referire in postul "Amintiri din viitor" nu pot fi numite poezii, e evident ca ramane doar la latitudinea mea, ca persoana care gandeste si care are cat de cat tangente cu arta poetica (si eu scriu poezii), sa decida daca-i place sau nu.Si oricum, in legatura cu asa ceva , nu poti fi decat critic.Dar nu din punct de vedere artistic, ci din punct de vedere al numarului de injuraturi folosite, al aberatiilor prezentate si al stupizeniei care iese prin toti porii "creatiei".

Asa ca, PE MINE ma intristeaza la ce s-a ajuns, si tocmai de aceea imi voi expune liber parerea despre ceea ce faceti voi, Miruna Vlada & co., pentru ca sincer chiar nu-mi place cum deshumati arta si incercati sa faceti sa dispara orice urma a ceea ce a reprezentat ea odata, inlocuind-o cu frustrarile si rabufnirile voastre pe care le-ati pus pe hartie si gata, ati facut poezie.Se presupune ca poezia trebuie sa fie ceva frumos, melodios, care sa faca cititorul sa-si depaseasca conditia de simplu muritor, de om limitat, sa-l faca sa viseze, sa se piarda printre cuvinte, sa aiba revelatii, sa aiba idealuri mai mari...sa mediteze!Asa ceva nu se gaseste la ce faceti voi si sper din toata inima ca poezia va fi salvata pana n-o distrugeti de tot...