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Wednesday, 26 January 2011

L.O.V.E.

What is love? 

In my opinion, love is that unique feeling, the most pure and innocent way to show a person you truly care about him. Some people this days confuse affection with love, for them a simply kiss could be “love” but they have forgotten what true love is all about. 


Love is when they are your world... love is when that person doesn't complicate your life but they compliment it. When no matter what they have on they still look amazing to you. When you are with them time seems to fly but when you are apart it takes forever to see them again. When even though they have made you mad or have hurt you, you can't help but love them. How when you see them your stomach still gets butterflies and you begin to smile no matter what mood you are in. When they touch you, you get cold chills all over. When the hardest thing to do is to say goodbye, when every time you blink their face is all you see and every time you day dream they are all you dream about. When someone can look at you and see love in your eyes. When you can be clear across the room from them and know the second they walk into a room. When you can be in the middle of a conversation with someone and just glance at them and all of a sudden time begins to slow down and it becomes just you and him and that's the way you want it to be. When reality becomes better then a dream and life seems too good to be true. That's what love is. It's the feelings you only experience in those special moments that are spent with the one you love.

PS: Mom always taught me when I was a kid that Love is an itch you can't scratch!


Friday, 21 January 2011

Scrisoarea a III-a in varianta moderna

Acum ceva timp am gasit o poezie adorabil de draguta si haioasa si doresc sa o postez.

Iata vine-un Jeep pe strada cu un girofar pe el,
Baiazid statea in dreapta si rosti catre sofer:
“Sper ca Mircea sa ajunga, sa nu-ntarzie din nou.
Ia vezi daca-a tras masina langa gura de metrou…”
“-N-a venit, Maria Ta, zise el privind in jur…”
“-Si mi-a zis ca fix la 12 ne vedem langa Carrefour”.
Asteptand vreo 5 minute isi pierdu orice rabdare,
Si trimite bodiguarzii sa se uite prin parcare
La un semn (curba la dreapta), se opreste un X5.
Si din el coboara Mircea, in bermude si opinci.
Printre turci porni agale, si privindu-i cu nesat,
Le-arata un “Sony Vaio”, care-l tine la subrat.
Agitat , la el in Jeep, si-mbracat tot in civil,
Baiazid nu mai rezista si il suna pe mobil:
“-Tu esti Mircea?”…”-Da-mparate, am uitat sa iti dau bip,
Dar am stat mult la Rovine, era coada la Agip.
Nici n-am nimerit din prima, ca nu vin aici prea des,
Si-am luat-o si pe centura, indrumat de GPS.
Acum am parcat masina. Unde esti?, ca vin la tine…”
“-Sunt la mine in masina si te vad, te-ndrepti spre mine”.
Si de-ndata ajunse Mircea si urca la turc in jeep.
Si-ncepu sa ii explice ca nu vrea, cu nici un chip
Sa isi stranga intreaga oaste la Rovine in campii,
Si sa lupte pan’ la moarte cu ai turcului spahii.
“-Baiazide, stii ca-i criza, si-acum viata-i foarte grea,
Ma gandeam ca sa ne batem,… dar la “Heroes” in retea.
Sau in loc sa cuceresti, cu armate-al meu popor,
Nu ai vrea, daca ai wireless, sa jucam “conquiztador”?
“-Cum cand turcii-mi sunt in vama , si-am venit din Istanbul,
Tu nu vrei ca sa ne batem, ca nu ti se pare “cool”?
Eu nu-s disperat ca tine sa stau nopti intregi pe net,
Eu traiesc in realitate, si nu e nici un secret
Ca am fost in multe lupte:Varna , Ialta sau Oituz…”
“-Pai eu sunt online tot timpul, nu puteai sa dai un “buzz”???”
“-Mircea!!! Vin c-o intreaga oaste , iar tu faci misto de noi..,
Maine sunt aici cu turcii si-ti declar de-acum razboi”.
“-Cum vrei tu marite rege, eu speram sa ma-ntelegi,
Caci de-ajungem la cutite, voi nu mai plecati intregi.
N-as vrea sa pun pe “YouTube”, cu-ai tai morti, videoclipuri,
Nici ca Dunarea sa-nece spumegand a tale jeep-uri.
Dar, de asta ti-e dorinta, maine ne vedem la lupta,
Si-ti promit ca pleci d-aicea cel putin c-o mana rupta.”
Si zicand acestea Mircea, il lasa pe Baiazid.
Si trantindu-i portiera el pleca la pas grabit.
Cand ajunse la masina, gasi-n geam , pe-un bilet scris:
“Scuze.V-am blocat o roata, c-ati parcat pe “interzis”…”
Si da Mircea multe mailuri, sms-uri, mii de “bip”-uri,
Ca sa-si stranga toti ostenii si sa ii indese-n “Jeep”-uri.
Demarand in mare tromba, se-ndreptara spre Rovine,
Dar aici gasira turcii, toti cu pantalonii-n vine.
Toti vaitandu-se de moarte, ghemuiti prin iarba scurta
Rezemati de cate-un ciot, si tinandu-se de burta.
“-Baiazid, hai sa ne batem…!! , Unde esti, de ce nu vii?”
“-Mi-am scos in oras ostenii, si i-am dus la KFC.
Si-am mancat cu poft-aseara, tot ce ni s-a pus pe masa…”
Raspunse-ncordat sultanul dintr-o tufa mai retrasa.
“-N-am stiut ca la “fast-food”-uri nu e bine sa mananci,
Mai ales in Romania, fiindca risti sa pleci pe branci…
Nu mai vreau ca sa ne batem, iarta-ma, a fost o farsa.
Da-ne niste “triferment” si-o sa facem cale-ntoarsa”…
Si asa a scapat Mircea de o lupta la Rovine.
Deci se vede pan-la urma ca “fast-food”-ul face bine.
Asta-i tot, dar fiti voi siguri ca Istoria o sa zica:
“Turcii l-au vazut de Mircea si-au facut pe ei de frica”

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Myths: Pandora's Box


At one time the only mortals on the earth were men. Prometheus had made them, Athene had breathed life into them. The chief god Zeus did not like them.

One day Prometheus was trying to solve a quarrel that was raging between the gods and the men. At a festival the men were going to sacrifice a bull for the first time. They asked him which parts of the bull should be offered to the gods and which should be eaten by men. Prometheus decided to play a trick on Zeus. He killed the bull, skinned it and butchered it. He split it into two portions, in one he put the best, lean meat. In the second he put bones followed by a thick layer of fat. Prometheus offered both to Zeus to take his choice. Zeus looked at both portions, one looked good but was rather on the small side, the other was much larger and covered in a layer of fat which Zeus felt must cover the best, tastiest portion of meat. He chose that one. When Zeus realised that he had been tricked he was furious. He took fire away from man so that they could never cook their meat or feel warm again.

Prometheus reacted immediately flying to the Isle of Lemnos where he knew the smith Hephaestus had fire. He carried a burning torch back to man. Zeus was enraged. He swore vengeance and started making an evil plan.

Zeus, set Hephaestos the task of creating a clay woman with a human voice. Hephaestos worked and worked and created a masterpiece. Athene, goddess of wisdom and Zeus' daughter liked the clay figure and she breathed life into it. She taught the woman how to weave and clothed her. Aphrodite the goddess of love made her beautiful. The god Hermes taught her to charm and deceive.

Zeus was pleased with what he saw, but he had made her as a trap. He named the woman Pandora and sent her as a gift to Epimetheus. Epimetheus had been warned by his brother Prometheus that he should never accept gifts from Zeus because there would always be a catch. Epimetheus ignored his brother's warning, fell in love with Pandora and married her. Zeus, pleased that his trap was working gave Pandora a wedding gift of a beautiful box. There was one condition however...that was that she never opened the box.

For a while they were very happy. Pandora often wondered what was in the box but she was never left alone so she never opened it. Gradually over a while she began to wonder more and more what was in the box. She could not understand why someone would send her a box if she could not see what was in it. It got very important to find out what was hidden there.

Finally she could stand it no longer. One day when everyone was out she crept up to the box, took the huge key, fitted it carefully into the lock and turned it. She lifted the lid to peep in but before she realised it the room was filled with terrible things: disease, despair, malice, greed, old age, death, hatred, violence, cruelty and war. She slammed the lid down and turned the key again...keeping only the spirit of hope inside.


-To this day sometimes when things are really bad the only thing we have left is hope. Even then some people will say hope deceives us.-

Friday, 14 January 2011

Taylor Swift-Back to December OfficialVideo HD Lyrics!




Lyrics:
I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life, tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier then ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why

'Cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to december all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to december, turn around and make it alright and
I go back to december all the time

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn't call
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side,
Realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to december all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to december, turn around and change my own mind and
I go back to december all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand

But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to december
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine and
I go back to december, turn around and make it alright and
I go back to december, turn around and change my own mind and
I go back to december all the time

Friday, 7 January 2011

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Se spune ca omul traieste pentru a face avere

Se spune ca omul traieste pentru a face avere. Intrebarea mea este din ce? Multi considera ca a avea avere inseamna a avea putere. Pe de o parte este adevarat, toti oamenii instariti au putere dar nu s-au gandit ca poate aceasta putere, averea pe care si-o doreau asa de mult ii poate duce la dezastru? Majoritatea lumii acum gandeste foarte materialistic. Tipuri de putere sunt multe, majoritatea oamenilor din politica le place sa domine lumea, sa ii atraga de partea lor. De ce? Pentru ca au putere,au cu ce sa ii cumpere. In ziua de azi poti cumpara orice cu bani, poti sa iti aduci de partea ta cei mai irascibili dusmani si sa angajezi orice criminal pentru a reduce la tacere persoanele care stau impotriva succesului lor. Oamenii au uitat ca puterea,averea o folosesti cu cap,cu ratiune nu distrugand caracterul si natura umana. Unii s-au nascut in circumstante mai bune, care le-au adus ranguri foarte inalte cand ajung adulti, pe cand altii de mici muncesc pentru a se intretine. Nu spun ca este vina lor ca sunt bogati sau ca mostenesc un mare imperiu dar cred ca este vina acelora care le-au bagat in cap ca prin puterea pe care o ai poti controla orice om,orice lucru,orice creatura. Este total gresit! Dar daca persoana respectiva stie cum sa isi conduca si sa isi administreze averea in asa fel incat totul sa fie acceptabil atat pentru el cat si pentru ceilalti atunci putem spune cu adevarat ca omul traieste pentru a face avere. Dar avere nu inseamna doar bani, proprietati de mii de hectare de teren pe care le detii, de cat de mare iti e garderoba ci inseamna si sentimente, aceea avere pe care o sa o ai mereu si pe care banii nu o pot cumpara. O mama avand grija de copiii ei, de familia ei, dragostea dintre 2 oameni si chiar adoptarea unui pui de pisica. Asta este averea sentimentala pe care,din pacate, nu multi dintre noi o detin. Oamenii au sub nasul lor o avere pe care multi ar dori sa o aiba,bolnavii de cancer,leucemie si multi altii stiu ca mai au doar putin timp pana sa moara si se bucura pana la extrem de ultima lor sansa de a trai pe cand noi o irosim,unii au totul dar doresc sa moara sau orice alt lucru prostesc.
Au viata,au sentimente,au ratiune. Asta este adevarata avere pe care o detine omul,iar noi ar trebui sa fim recunoscatori pentru ca avem ceea ce avem.