duminică, octombrie 18th, 2009

Soarta?

….
-De ales ? Hah… nu ai de ales. Totul a fost prevazut de la inceput…
-Adica totul e scris dinainte? Si nu am niciun cuvant de spus in chestia asta sau in nimic altceva?
-Scris? Nu… Ce tampenie sa presupui ca drumul fiecarui fir de praf a fost planificat astfel incat un plan maret sa se indeplineasca perfect … N

duminică, august 2nd, 2009

My God

I believe in God . I really do. Not your God. Mine. I suppose we all have our gods, or our version of the Omnipotent one and so. We need a God to give life purpose and we define him to narrow down our definition of that purpose. But before I tell you about my God let’s look at others. The Christian version of God, which is the most accessible to me since I am of orthodox religion, exists for peace and order. You can tell that by looking at the commandments. They specify that you must live a good life by those guidelines or forever suffer the pains of hell. The majority of people who believe in Him rarely stray far from that path and if they do most genuinely regret that and return to the side of the Lord. There are even those who, confronted with their greatest sins and facing punishment, in their darkest or latest hour find God and repent. Thus a perfect labyrinth is created to hold the peace of the world. Or close… Not all people are devout believers and not all of them Christians.

Moving on I will introduce my version of God or what I believe He must truly be. There are things we can’t ever explain, I believe that and thus I believe that someone created all that exists for creating something from nothing is still a mystery to my mind. I defined him as the intelligent creator as I believe that even though he created the Universe, he played by the laws of the universe he created and thus all came into existence rather slowly, not in 7 days as the Bible tells us. I believe him to be the Creator, but not the planner for I do not know if there is a plan for this world and I have yet to notice any hint of one through the chaos , therefore there might not be one. As for his judgment , should he be interested in the judging of our souls, if we posses them, I think that it won’t be done by such shallow criteria such as "Thou shalt not kill" which cannot be molded to every situation possible but rather by a version of right and wrong which, hopefully is the same with mine. Thus is my God, if he exists as I pictured him, may he judge my soul, if I posses one.

marți, iunie 9th, 2009

Ora de informare politica AKA ” We’re fucked! “

  Tragicomicul cu care ne confruntam e uimitor, nu-i asa? Nimeni (cu un IQ peste 80 sau care nu a fost platit sa voteze intr-un anumit fel ) nu vrea sa vada in viata politica oameni gen Becali, EBA sau Vadim. (Following that exact same idea I wonder if it’s possible to get paid and still vote for who you wanna vote. It would be totally charming.) Asa ca solutia gasita de roman a fost sa-i trimitem afara?! Oricum, al jokes aside, e deja prea trist ca asa o sa ne prezentam in Parlamentul European. Acesti fascisti senili si fofolanca aia miscaotare o sa ne faca de ras mai rau ca tiganii care nu vor sa plece nici platiti din Italia si Romania o sa ajunga curu’ Europei, locul unde ajung toate dejectiile Occidentului. Sau hai ca poate EBA o sa legalizeze drogurile si o sa putem sa ne radem si noi la luna si camioanele blindate care o sa aduca tiganii inapoi in tara. Oh wait. EBA said she won’t do that anymore. Oh well. De cand a aflat si ea ca drogurile nu sunt legale in SUA si-a dat seama ca politica de pupincurism americanesc nu fuctioneaza asa. But seriously people… We should vote. Seriously. Inteleg. Exista o lipsa de incredere in politicieni, sistemul politic si democratie in general. Eu spre deosebire de Tariceanu nu am constatat asta acum 2 ani. Intrebari comune la/despre vot: ( Voting hints:)

De ce sa merg la vot? 
 
The Right to Whine or Brag. Cel mai important drept, si unul care ar trebui sa fie in Constitutie. Poti sa te plangi ca aia pe care i-ai votat sunt ipocriti si imbecili si ca fac tara de cacat si fura ca porcii. Sau ca aia pe care i-ai votat nu ai iesit si ca restul populatiei  e plina de imbecili pentru ca au votat alti imbecili. Sau poti sa te lauzi ca aia pe care i-ai votat sunt geniali si fac bine (asta ar insemna sa ma votezi pe mine, eu insa nu candidez inca deci optiunea cade. ) . Si poti sa previi sa nu ajunga chiar ORICE idiot . Nu vota idiotii, voteaza contracandidatii .
 
Eu cu cine votez? Pot sa votez cu oricine?
 NU cu oricine. In primul rand e o dobitocenie sa votezi cu oricine pentru ca nu stii ce cacaturi e in stare sa faca. E imposibil sa stii ce gandeste un om, e foarte posibil sa minta, adevarat. Dar macar gaseste unu care minte credibil si frumos. Documenteaza-te.

Pot sa pun stampila intre ..
 
NU. De ce te mai duci? E mai rau decat atunci cand NU votezi. Ai facut efortul sa-ti misti curul pana acolo si acuma strici toata treaba? Iti bati joc de un drept pentru care au murit nu-stiu-cati-oameni la Revolutie. Si strici hartie aiurea. Fii ecologic. Foloseste hartia. 
 
Anything else kiddo?  Apropo. Vote for us when we get there. and we ARE getting there!
 
 

sâmbătă, iunie 6th, 2009

O pagina de jurnal

Hah! Nu prea am mai facut asta. De fapt multe din lucrurile pe care le fac recent… E 4:30 , sunt venit de la banchet, ma injura picioarele in limbi pe care nici lingvistii nu ar putea sa le inteleaga, mi-e somn dar nu pot sa dorm si eu scriu pe blog ( …dupa destul de mult timp si culmea trei insemnari deodata ) . Si brusc m-a apucat o dorinta sa scriu cu diacritice. Nu stiu de ce. Dar mi-a trecut repede aceasta ultima forma de masochism pentru ca e destul de greu sa pastrez si dezvolt trei idei deodata fara sa trebuiasca sa mai adaug si ??? cand trebuie…Tocmai am realizat ca doua din articole incep la fel asa ca am schimbat unul din ele. E greu la ora asta …. Tocmai a iesit si ultima persoana si acuma e liniste. Mai putin Winamp-ul … Dar eu scriu. Al nabii sa fiu daca ma opresc… I’ve got too much on my mind at the moment. Which is weird, I’ll explain later why. Also I’m ignoring my other two entries in favor of this one. Also, to add to the weirdness, I’ve swapped Romanian for English. Again I dunno why. I wish someone would say something. I drift in thought endlessly sometimes and I REALLY need an anchor sometimes. That’s what people are good for. Also this blog’s spellcheck stopped working. Weird… One of them’s done. The rooster’s bugging me. It’s not ours but some idiot has some chickens and a rooster. In the city . Pseudo-city at least… Anyway… Back to the matter at hand. I finished one of the three. It turned into a big methaphor I’m eager to get feedback on. E 5:07. Mai am pagina de jurnal care nu stiu cat o sa tina si inca o insemnare. I’m gonna try and get in touch with a former classmate . I’m really curious how she’s been all this time after tonight, we haven’t talked in ages… Ma doare capu’ . It must be that JB coming back to haunt me…Se lumineaza. Nu pot sa cred. :) ) Da o eroare la cealalta insemnare. Mi-e somn. Blogul ma de-logase , ce inteligenta infinita pe programarea lor, lucru care explica si lipsa spellcheck-ului. Am salvat cealalta insemnare. Voi continua, candva. Mi-am dat seama ca desi am multe in cap si capul meu functioneaza pe un sistem de baterii reincarcabile dupa o anumita perioada. Asa ca o sa termin doar asta. A fost frumos azi la banchet, interesant. But it’s over and now we’re moving on. It’s genius if you think about the time of day I’m writing this. It’s early morning. The sun is just rising and sweeping away traces of the night before. It’s genius. Just like that I’m gonna sweep away fears and move forward. I regret nothing. It’s all been one imperfect journey with mistakes, laughter, hate, love, sadness and anger to a perfect ending. I regret nothing and I’d totally do it again, every single detail and every single stupid, retarded, funny and hateful thing. Now I need to take a trip down memory lane for a few … A few I dunno what. I theoretically don’t have the time. But I always have time. I’ll start rereading my blog. I really need to do that. The sun’s up. It’s 5:37. Night….

sâmbătă, iunie 6th, 2009

Consequence

Stiti care e cea mai comuna cauza a nefericirii? Alegerea.( Cu
toate astea lispa alegerii e sinonima cu moartea personalitatii . Some
people relate that to marriage but it’s not always the case.) 
Constient sau nu, omul isi face singur cel mai mult rau prin alegerile
lui. Iti alegi prietenii, persoanele la care tii, iti alegi cariera ,
iti alegi ce vrei. Dar nu sunt mereu cele mai bune decizii mereu. Ia un
exemplu: Alege sa nu votezi. E dreptul tau, slava Domnului nu e
obligatoriu pentru ca nu vreau neaparat sa voteze toti fanii lui
Becali. Iti exerciti dreptul prin neprezentare, un idiot va fi ales.(
Oamenii au o gandire geniala cand vine vorba de chestii de grup. "De
parca mai conteaza votul meu/ca ajut eu/ca arunc eu guma la gunoi etc"
, gandire care, CULMEA, o au MULTI si iarasi MULTI sunt constienti de
asta si, astfel, ipocriti prin excelenta. ). Te plangi, de ce? Alegerea
ta a provocat asta. In cazul asta n-ai  nici macar dreptul sa te
plangi. Atunci votezi. Iese un idiot sau candidatul tau se dovedeste a
fi un idiot. Iarasi, a fost alegerea ta. 

Suntem victimele viselor si ambitiilor noastre.

luni, iunie 1st, 2009

Treaz?

Tu esti treaz? De ce? Toti putem sa vedem ce e rau si ce e bine. Toti banuim ca suntem manipulati desi teoretic daca banuiesti sau stii nu mai e manipulare, nu? Si cu toate asta stim. Stim ce e rau in jur si nu facem nimic, ne uitam " incapabili " … Stii ca nu e bine ca totul se face pe "pile" de parca ai fi intr-o puscarie jegoasa in care singura moneda e pila infipta intr-o bucata de paine primita de acasa, pila cu carei mai tai o bara de la fereastrat celulei ca macar sa mai lasi un pic de soare sa intre pentru ca oricum stii prea bine ca nu ai cum sa evadezi. N-ai gresit cu nimic, de ce stai in celula ? Usa din fata e mereu larg deschisa, trebuie doar sa treci de cei care-ti blocheaza calea, cei care iti inmaneaza pilele. Dar daca n-ai de cand sa faci asta, daca vrei sa stai in celula ta si sa putrezesti inconjurat de pile ieftine care se strica infipte intr-o paine tare si fara gust atunci mai bine dormi si nu te mai plange ca nu poti sa iesi pe usa… Treaz? Nu esti treaz… tu doar visezi. Ti se pare… Usa? Ce usa? Da-mi si mie pila aia sa incerc sa vad daca pot sa potrivesc lumina ca sa mai citesc ziarul inchisorii…

marți, aprilie 14th, 2009

Forgotten Corners

The round room sat in semi-silence and semi-dark. A few dim lights and a few low voices where all that penetrated the dark and silence. Most of the chairs at the  tables where occupied. An armchair at the back was pointed away making sure the figure behind it was impossible to see. Right besides, on a table that was a bit lower than all the others in almost total darkness someone was scribing into a book. Each time a page was done it would be ripped off and taken into a room at the back , a library, indexed and placed somewhere . In some places the light was gone making recovering the pages there impossible while others, even though cherished where either decayed or lost to time. The person, undistinguishable in the darkness that covered him or her, was now slowly scribing "Silence…. silence… silence…" and then erasing it. In an instant a door in the room burst open and a figure trampled over the silence and darkness talking loudly, eyes almost glowing:
 

-I LIVE!!!

 

-Of course you do love. Would have been a helluva boring life would out you, said a person sitting in semi-darkness. He got off his chair and put his hands on this desk, entering the dim light at his desk. A stylishly dressed man in a tuxedo juggling a coin in his hand visibly thrilled by this sudden apparition appeared. His desk featured various scraps of newspaper in a totally random order.

 

-And what visionary rabble will you impose upon our ears this time? The sound came from a desk almost totally covered in darkness.A man who looked aged before this time sat on a chair behind a few opened books .

 

- I now know my destiny, said the new entree in his overly enthusiastic voice.I hope at least. I can’t be like everyone else. I just can’t. I have to do something more. I’d feel my entire life wasted if I died without leaving the world a single good reason to remember me . He was talking looking at the armchair while talking even though not a single movement could be seen from the other side. The scribe was now writing as fast as he could to get down he could.

 

- Reality is the death of visionary, said the aged man from behind him. You know that.

 
-But what is reality as it is today if not a vision of peoples past? A saddening reality is, yes, the death of vision but, at the same time is vision not a different shaping of reality and , in the end, is reality not the consequence of vision?

-Hah! Good call. He got you old man, said the man in the tuxedo .

 
-But is there balance ? Is there? Is the purpose you set out to fulfill guaranteed to succeed or are the chances as dim as the light in this room? said a voice from behind a desk . The man wore glasses, a simple white shirt and blue coveralls, clothes resembling the bankers of ages past. His desk was filled with various papers full of numbers, a scale and various weights. He placed a piece of paper with something written on it on one side of the scale and it tipped heavily. He then began placing weights on the other side and slowly the scales began to even.

 

-Little to none. Your point is proven but I can’t let that deter me. I won’t allow it. There’s more to it than just numbers, chances and balance. I’m well aware of what I’m getting into , the chances and the risks. Given the situation I’d much rather try and fail than never try and regret it forever. And if I fail I’ll give up.
 
-But there is balance … The man in the tuxedo jumped over his desk with great agility and in an instant he was next the the scales . With another move he tipped over all the weights and with another move he ripped out a piece of paper from a notebook on the desk, placed on the scales and wrote a name on it. The second he took the pen off the paper the scales evened and started slowly moving up and down.

 
-There is a certain deal of uncertainty we can’t ignore-
 
- Following the line of the same idea I propose we never leave our houses on the ground that we might get run over by a car or mugged , said the man in the tuxedo to the man behind the desk with the scales.

-Be silent you maggots… I can’t hear myself think. Your idea is noted. Balance exists . Now take your seat again… I haven’t forgotten about you… we’re just so busy these days… take a seat and do your work…. The voice came from behind the armchair. The room slowly sunk into the same silence it was before.

vineri, octombrie 10th, 2008

Friends

What is a friend if not the person you trouble with every little thing that weighs on your soul or lets it fly, every little dissaster and every little miracle , every dark thought and every brilliant sparkle , every whisper and every shout , every word told, recived or lost ? So what is a friend if not the person you can entrust your soul to ?

duminică, septembrie 7th, 2008

Aberatie Pura 16: Inceputul Infinitului ( Matryoshka )

Niste oameni de stiinta vor sa recreeze fenomenul " big bang " undeva la granita dintre Franta si Elvetia intr-un tunel subteran de vreo 30 de kilometri. Exista multe zvonuri in legatura cu experimentul asta inclusiv ca o gaura neagra va duce la sfarsitul lumii ( …doar Terra . Restul Universului n-are nicio problema .) si o sa murim toti absorbiti particula cu particula intr-un aspirator mare si negru. Hah. Nici Nostradamus n-a prevazut un sfarsit ca asta … Repede fuga pana la cimitir sa va faceti iar o placuta de marmura cu numele vostru pe ea si data de 10 septembrie ( Se termina lumea si nu mai apuc a 12-a . O sa mor la liceu … ce trist.  ) sau daca inca mai aveti placuta de la Apocalipsa din 01-01-2000 schimbati doar data. Nu ca ar conta. O sa dispara si ele.  Dar daca reusesc astia? Daca recreaza Universul? Undeva intre Franta si Elvetia niste particule incalzite prea rau o sa explodeze si prin nu-stiu-ce-minune a stiintei care a ajuns la gradul de Dumnezeu (crearea Universului era ceva pentru Cel de sus. Noi nu prea aveam acces la panoul de comenzi cand venea vorba de asta… pana acum se pare… ) o sa se creeze o alta Cale Lactee . Si daca in acea mini galaxie un mini soare o sa apara in jurul caruia 12 (… da . Sunt 12. Eu stiam vreo 9. Se pare ca s-au mai gasit cateva ) mini-planete o sa orbiteze si o sa se formeze incet corpuri solide. Si daca pe a 3-a mini-planeta de la mini-soare o sa apara mini-micro forme de viata care in timp o sa evolueze si o sa apara mini-oameni pe aceasta mini-Terra. Si daca acestia o sa ajunga la un nivel de dezvoltare mini-stiintific astfel incat sa incerce si ei sa recreeze mini-big- bang -ul din care au aparut si reusesc pana la urma ducand la aparitia unui univers si mai mic cu o calee lactee si mai mica cu un soare si mai mic si o Terra si mai mica. Si daca si aici apar oameni?! Si daca stai putin sa te gandesti si realizezi ca , desi sansa e mai mult apropiata de imposibil, e posibil poti sa te intrebi daca oare e chiar asa. Sau daca nu, afli peste cateva zile daca mai exista lumea pana atunci. O buna prietena mi-a zis ca asta o face sa se gandeasca la matryoshka , papusa aceea ruseasca , cea inauntrul careia daca o desfaci gasesti alta papusa care la randul ei se poate desface si asa mai departe… Daca asa e cazul si cu universul trebuie sa te intrebi…
 
 

vineri, august 29th, 2008

Ciudatul joc…

Erau odata doi prieteni care jucau un joc de sah si se uitau la un acvariu . Fiecare miscare a lor pe tabla facea sa se intample ceva in acvariu. In acvariu un om tanar se misca intr-un desert. Miscarile celui din dreapta declansau dezastre naturale iar miscarile celui din stanga n-aveau aparent niciun efect. Scopul jocului era moartea tanarului. Prima miscare a adus o furtuna de nisip dar omul a supravietuit si s-a dus mai departe .
- E persistent , rase cel din stanga inainte sa-si faca urmatoarea mutare .
- Mda….
  Urmatoarea miscare veni si tanarul din jungla fu atacat de un animal salbatic. Dupa ce alerga, se urca in copac, lua un bolovan si omori animalul . Din el isi facu o haina si din piatra o sulita si avansa in jungla
- Tare persistent, rase iar si facu ce-a de-a doua miscare.
- O sa termin eu tot… stai tu calm.
  A treia miscare il prinse pe om intr-o padure langa o casa jegoasa crescand animale. O inundatie ii lua casa si toate animalele. Dupa plecarea apelor omul cobori de pe un deal unde se refugiase si incepu incet sa reconstruiasca.
- Uimitor . Nu vrea sa moara , rase si mai tare facand urmatoarea mutare.
- Nimeni nu e nemuritor.
    A patra miscare  puse in miscare vanturile de pe campie si o tornada puternica ii lua pe sus casa omului. El insa se misca repede, isi puse sotia si copilul in beci si dupa ce intra si el inchise usa. Cand au iesit la suprafata cei trei s-au uitat deznadajduiti la casa lor frumoasa si aranjata si au inceput incet sa stranga resturile.
- Se pare ca era pregatit . Nu-ti merge , rase iar pregatind inca o miscare. Celalalt nu raspunse si se uita concentrat.
    A cincea miscare aduse un razboi . Orasul batranului trecu prin iad dar mare parte din familia lui supravietui si el nu fusese luat in armata din cauza ca era prea batran.
-Sah mat.
-Nu e drept. Tu mereu castigi…
-Stiu, rase si se ridica.
     Batranul statea in pat acuma inconjurat de rude. Cel din dreapta dadu cu mana printre toti dar in loc sa-i loveasca trecu direct prin ei dar la trecerea prin batran ceva albastru cu nuante de negru si alb iesi la iveala si fu ridicat. Se uita la substanta gazoasa pe care o tinea in mana si incerca acuma sa se elibereze. O lasa libera si aceasta lua forma unui om care incepu sa implore insa cu o miscare rapida il facu sa dispara.
- Prea mult te lauzi cand castigi…
- Eu mereu castig…
- Exact . Nu inteleg de ce te mai lauzi atat…
- E un ritual… Mai joci un joc?
- Hai . Am tot timpul , poate pana la urma castig.

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