If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?

Ti-ai pus vreodata intrebarea asta ?...sincer .. tre sa existe cineva.. un sef, un profesor, un idiot de politist, o vanzatoare, un bodyguard, un dj, un politician(sau mai multi), o "ministra" a invatamantului, un prezentator, un vecin , un star ..eu stiu, un istoric, un poet, orice ..
este totusi ceva ciudat de placut in toata aceasta idee " to fight someone" .. mai ales atunci cand o faci fara motive, pur si simplu de comun acord ..

Mi s-a intamplat sa fiu implicat in cateva astfel de "evenimente" si de care nu sunt mandru .. dar nu le regret .. s-au intamplat (cativa dintre voi le stiti ) ... dar pana nu ti se intampla ceva rau nu te inveti minte si o experienta de genul te invata ce sa nu faci si cum sa procedezi pe viitor ..

Acea "sticla in geam-ul troleului 91" m-a facut sa mai opresc din acel instinc si impuls primar, acum sunt mult mai calm si ma gandesc de mai multe ori la consecinte .. in ceea ce priveste aceasta discutie ..

Dar sa revenim ..
Cred ca bataia este ca sexul ;)) te elibereaza .. este acea adrenalina cand incepi sa arunci in stanga si in dreapta .. si poc,mai primesti si tu (sunetul acela de lovitura, impactul, parca te trezeste la realitate )..si sa fim sinceri, ca sa te simti mai bine cand lovesti cu siguranta trebuie sa primesti :))) stiu ca suna aiurea .. dar asa este ..(nu sunt sadomasochist)
cum ar fi daca te-ai bate .. pt placere ,pur si simplu .. si cand nu mai poti , te opresti sa bei o bere .. te simti atat de bine dupa ( nu incerca asa ceva acasa :D )

"After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down"

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Uneori .. ne abtinem sa facem ce simtim,probabil ca suntem constransi intr-un fel sau altul ..asta ne face ca in acele momente sa dorim sa fim altcineva .. cat de mult te urasti atunci cand vrei sa faci ceva , sa zici ceva , sa izbucnesti cumva dar nu poti .. urasc sentimentul acela de neputinta .. si asa dam nastere acelui "eu" care am vrea sa fim dar nu suntem .. si probabil ca merita sa il cautam..

Sa nu se inteleaga gresit, sunt impotriva violentei practicata cu scopuri meschine sau pt intimidare, aici vb pur si simplu de acel "eu" care vrea sa se dezlantuie..

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world "

"I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more"

Dupa cum v-ati dat seama am revazut Fight Club pentru a nu stiu cata oara ..mereu gandesti si gasesti cate ceva nou in el.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything"

si apoi te intrebi : where the fuck is my mind ? :)

(daca nu ati vazut filmul sa il vedeti .. iar daca l-ati vazut .. sa il revedeti :P)

RocKnRolla

People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. ( i can be a rocknRolla ;)) )

"Don't hurt me Arch i'm only little" :))
"Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren "

daca v-a placut Snatch (si cu sigurnata v-a placut :P) trebuie sa vedeti RocknRolla, aveti incredere merita vazut, iar melodia e genialaaaaaaa!

enjoy ;)


Are you a RocknRolla ?

random

A random story,played by the sounds..
and so it is .. sometimes I wana give u up .. I had a plan .. Just threw away the key .. There’s a shadow just behind me.. I’m losing myself .. I will find a center in you .. such a lonely day .. I used to drink .. out of my life .. I cheated myself .. this is the end .. lost all of them .. Love ain’t fair .. you can’t live like this .. get a life .. Your heart’s a mess .. nothing seems to be going right .. goodbye my almost.. just like .. sometimes I wana run away .. you’re miles away … so close no matter how far .. she’s somehow closer now .. beacuse you’re mine .. ..i can’t take my eyes off .. .. I walk the line .. is the time of the season .. Close my eyes .. To think I might not see those eyes … Let me in… see who I am .. this is no ordinary love… Now i am rising and smiling… it’s lovely day for love .. oh what a beautiful life .. But that was just a dream....until the morning .. and nothing else matters .. all else failed ... but the memory remains .. No regrets.

and this life came so close to never happening :)

this is a first :) Stateam zilele trecute si, ca deobicei dimineata , dupa ce ma trezesc destul de devreme (11-12 :D)ca doar sunt student (lepra) aprind monitorul .. verific "plicul cel galben cu steluta" :) , incep sa ma gandesc cu ce sa imi ocup ziua .. De obicei ma apuc sa caut job-uri apoi mai trimit cate un mail, ma mai joc un cs :P mai verific mail-ul, cateodata mai si mananc (daca nu uit) insa zilele trecute citeam un blog interesant(singurul de altfel) .. si m-am gandit : hai sa imi fac si eu blog ca si asa imi pierd timpul cu alte aiureli . Prima intrebare care mi-a venit in minte a fost : de ce ?
1-primul motiv ar fi ca dupa ceva ani .. am sa pot sa ma amuz de ceea ce voi scrie aici (am mai scris in liceu cand eram indragostit :D si acum cand citesc scrisorile si poeziile ma amuz copios desi unele sunt penibile )si probabil sa pastrez amintirile mult mai "aproape" ..
2- alt motiv ar fi ca la un moment dat poate voi scrie si ceva interesant care sa atraga anumite priviri intru cercetare (are legatura cu chimia ;) ) sunt totusi o persoana careia ii place f mult libertatea si la un moment dat voi scrie despre unele "iesiri" , munte, mare, Vama :), extrem, apa, copilarie , vise, filme , (daca nu o sa fiu lenes poate) carti, narghilea :P, plimbare .. viata.
so, enjoy :)