July
July Novel Writing Month – in luna iulie din 1 pana in 31 la 12 noapte scrii 50.000 de cuvinte de fictiune, propria ta carte, o poveste care te roade s-o spui. Daca te tine sa scrii si mai mult de atat, foarte tare! Eu planuiesc sa ma inscriu, daca mai sunt amatori, spuneti-mi si mie ca sa stiu ce colegi de nebunie am >:D
Site-u’ cu informatii: http://julnowrimo.com/
L-am gasit pe idiot. Sper sa nu mai fuga alta data. :-L
Pierdut caine HUSKY, 1 an, talie medie spre mare, cu ochi albastri, blana gri deschis-inchis (prima poza, naparlit recent), catelusul meu a.k.a Bestia?? Daca il vedeti, singur sau cu cineva sau la cineva in curte, lasati un coment pe blog! Recompensa babana (cum spune tata) pentru cine il gaseste!
Va rog, :( imi vreau bestia inapooi 
Am vazut filmu’ asta acum 2 ani si mi-am adus aminte de el cand am vazut Kick Ass weekendu’ asta (criminal filmu’, la propriu :D ) pentru ca ma gandeam la filmele pe care le-am vazut cu Nicolas Cage de-a lungu’ timpului.
Tagline: It’s all in the execution.
O sa incep sa spun ca filmu’ mi-a placut in mare parte.. unde am am avut eu de bagat de vina?? R: la scenele romantice; mi s-au parut fara rost, filmu’ e unul de actiune si desi deobicei incurajez un sub-plot romantic, asta o fost de-a dreptu’ penibil. Parerea mea! (ca doar nu am asistat 12 ore la un curs ca sa nu raman cu nimic. Mada (trainera) ar fi mandra ca macar am retinut cum se dau un feedback 
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Actiune cat cuprinde, nu foarte multe efecte speciale din cate imi amintesc (nici nu se compara cu Wanted :>). Ce mi-a placut mie cel mai mult a fost soundtracku’ <3 si binenteles, cum scrie in titlu: THE RULES 
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The Rules:
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Ma gandeam cat de bine se pot aplica regulile astea in alte situatii, de exemplu’ copiatul =)). Trebuie sa stii sa nu te intereseze ce fac ceilalti, doar ce faci tu, sa stergi orice urma ca ai incercat dupa ce termini, sa stii cand sa te opresti si mai ales sa nu intrebi nimic.. doar ai foaia langa tine, nu e nevoie sa deschizi gura :) Asta a fost primul exemplu’ care mi-a venit in minte, dar exista zeci ;;)
Am cam deviat de la subiect, asa ca sa revenim. All in all, recomand acest film celora care le place actiunea, suspansul si schemele cu arme. (P.S. o constatare nefolositoare - freza lu’ Nick devine din ce in ce mai ciudata cu fiecare film )
Si pentru ca nu pot rezista, e in firea omului sa se laude, va prezint noul meu aparat foto, Sony si ce poate el sa faca. Din pacate nu am apucat sa ies sa fac niste poze ’covarshitoare’ asa ca va prezint cateva facute in Iadul cu Neoane (wow, am facut si rima :O) Va prezint clanu’ Capusha (fara Ada care nu a vrut sa fie fotografiata 8-|);
Incepem cu magaru’ (moi), Roxana si Diana, Mada si Diana si Diana, Mada si magaru’.
Cate poate inspira o opera muzicala?
Mai multe lucruri decat pot eu sa numar pe toate degetele.. si nu ma refer doar la operele lui Vivaldi sau Beethoven, ci orice melodie care iti place, care iti aduce aminte de ceva, care te duce cu gandul la un anumit obiect, persoana, eveniment care fie s-a intamplat sau ti-l imaginezi tu ca se va intampla.. Ascultam nu stiu ce melodie acum doua seri si asta s-a derulat in mintea mea..
She was running through the rain, her hair and clothes already drenched, weighting on her like a heavy curtain, the cool night air giving her chills. She could see the road stretching on and on in front of her, street lights looking eerie surrounded by the little clouds of mist. The cold fresh air went through her nostrils like whips, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop running until either she collapsed on the pavement or she reached her safe haven. But where that was she didn’t know.
So she ran and ran, never looking back. Why was she running? She was running away. What from? Everything. It was that simple. She was a coward. She didn’t have the strength to face her problems, she couldn’t make important choices because she was always afraid they weren’t the right ones. So she ran away from her old life, embracing a new one. A safe world, where people didn’t know her, where she wasn’t exposed, where she could fit in and not stand out. Where she would be left alone. Where people didn’t know her weaknesses. She was a coward.
She didn’t feel chased anymore so she stopped. She felt safe for a second and she turned to make sure she wasn’t followed anymore. She knew who was after her. She didn’t want to face him. She had screwed up too hard, she couldn’t make up for it. Why he was chasing her was a guess as good as any. Maybe he wanted her to confront him. But he knew that pushing her to do something she didn’t want to would only drive her further away. Maybe he had forgotten. Or maybe he didn’t care anymore. Didn’t care that he was hurting her, not physically, but mentally, or more accurate, sentimentally. She had opened up to him, had told him things she hadn’t told anyone. She had known what she was doing, sharing herself with him, knew it could one day come against her. But she didn’t care. She loved him.
She resumed walking. Where? To a safe place, somewhere she would belong. Maybe she should move into another town. The only thing tying her to this one was him. She always lived that way, never depending on anyone. But she had trusted him, she had leaned on him for support. Something she had sworn not to do since their death. Her parents’ deaths. They hadn’t died in a car crash or anything like that. They were no collateral damage. They were heroes. They had tried to save some innocent kids from a fire. But they had failed. They had left her alone in the world. Their deaths had ripped her soul apart and it took her years to build it back, piece by piece. ‘Never let anyone in. You can’t make it twice through that pain.’ she had told herself. That had been her mantra, until she had met him.
She didn’t know how it happened. She had tried to understand, but had failed miserably. And then she’d given up on that. What difference did it make if she knew why she felt all those feelings for him or if she didn’t? He had captured her heart with his looks, his understanding manner, always putting her wishes above his, making her feel special and beautiful, cared for, loved. And then, after months of special, happy time they came to a halt before a too high wall to climb over.
And she had ran, like a coward, instead of grasping his hand and trying to walk around the barrier. She had abandoned him, only unlike her parents, she had done so consciously. She was so selfish, taking the easy way, instead of squaring her shoulders and lifting her head, confronting life. But that’s what she was and would ever be. A coward, always running away, looking for a safe place, where nothing could hurt her. But where was that?
She looked up to see where her feet had taken her. She was standing in front of his house. Their house. She began to cry. Whether from happiness or despair she didn’t know. But she realised then where she belonged, with him. She felt safe there, even if times ahead of them would be tough. She stood there, in front of the door, crying, unable to move, to knock, to open the door and walk in.
And that’s how he found her. Crying miserably on their doormat, unable to form a coherent sentence. But even though she looked like hell and was drenching wet, he hugged her, whispering in her ear over and over to be strong and that it was going to be ok. After she had calmed down a bit, he let go of her to look into her eyes and whisper a promise she would remember forever.. “We’ll deal with it, like we always have, together.”
Aveam eu odata un papagal pe nume RiRi, dar nu despre asta vreau sa vorbesc, ca s-o dus, saracu’ (ca majoritatea animalelor mele de casa, mai putin cainele, care poate juca in ‘Greu de Ucis 5′ )
Eu vreau sa vorbesc despre Robyn Rihanna Fenty, sau cunoscuta Rihanna, nume de alint RiRi. Imi aduc aminte cand Pon the Replay facea furori, mergea pe ‘replay’ zile intregi. Dupa parerea mea e inca o melodie foarte tare. Apoi a aparut si albumu’ Music of the Sun de pe care imi plac o gramada de piese, chiar daca nu au devenit hituri, gen: That La La La sau Rush. Pe coperta albumului si in videoclipuri vedeam pe atunci o fetita draguta din Barbados.
Al doilea abum, A Girl Like Me, are melodii care imi plac si care nu. Eu una nu m-am dat in vant dupa We Ride, dar “gusturile nu se discuta”. S.O.S e foarte buna pentru cluburi, la fel si Break it Off, featuring-u’ cu Sean Paul. Unfaithful e o gura de aer proaspat, parca e cantata de o versiune mai matura, asa cum se si vroia atunci cantareata, poza de pe album aratandu-ne o Rihanna mai feminina, gata cu fetishcana cu vise mari, neimplinite. Sexy, in forma si cu niste melodii cu mare priza la public, pe drumu’ spre faima absoluta, RiRi inregistreaza al treilea album.
Dupa parerea mea umila, Good Girl Gone Bad e cel mai tare album al ei, si nu doar pentru ca are o gramada de hituri :”> E drept ca incepe sa se cam duca sound-u’ original cu influente reggae, dar popu’ e la moda, ce naiba Umbrella feat. Jay-Z e si in zi de astazi o melodie preferata, Shut Up and Drive e alarma pe care sa te trezesti dimineata, Don’t Stop the Music si Breakin’ Dishes hituri de club, iar de pe Reloaded imi plac melodiile adaugate. Cu acest album Rihanna nu mai poate considerata doar o fata cu vise mari, ci o vedeta de succes, cu milioane de fani si milioane de albume vandute.
Si acum vine buba care ma sacaie pe mine. Inteleg ca a trecut printr-o trauma si toate cele, ca sa dea cineva in tine ca intr-un sac de box nu e in nici un caz o vacanta in Hawai, dar primul gand pe care l-am avut cand am ascultat albumul e acela ca noul ei album este prea agresiv si ea prezinta o imagine prea vulgara. Melodiile in sine imi plac: Russian Rulete, Te Amo, Hard sau Rude Boy, dar versurile lasa de dorit pentru ca sunt un pic cam pornografice, avand in vedere ca are fani si mai mici de 14-15 ani. Si daca versurile nu sunt destul de porno, videoclipurile sigur sunt. Mi se pare ca face muzica doar ca sa se vanda, si videoclipuri doar ca sa socheze. Nu-mi place in ce directie se indreapta cu toate astea, iar de imaginea ei nu voi spune tot ce-mi trece prin cap. Ideea pe scurt e ca in timp ce unii o clasifica ca fiind o ‘trend setter’, parerea mea e ca arata mai degraba ca o gluma proasta (in special freza).
Acestea fiind spuse, va invit sa comentati pe aceasta tema, fie ca va legati de melodii sau de look-ul ei, fie ca sunteti de acord sau nu. O seara placuta! :*
Evolutia Rihannei:
Am tot felu’ de medalioane pe acasa, cu diferite simboluri, de care nu prea am habar. Dar preferatele mele le-am googalit si am aflat ca port la gat viata eterna, protectie si fertiliate 
Prefer pandantivele cu chestii egiptene adica Ochiul lui Ra (ceva de genu’ am si eu, ca in poza), care de fapt e organu’ lu’ Horus, zeul cerului. Cica ochiul sau drept era asociat cu soarele Ra, de unde si numele. Este un simbol pentru protectie si putere.
Am si un medalion cu Ankh, crucea vietii vesnice. Faraonii erau inmormantati cu cate una in fiecare mana, fiind tinute la piept cu bratele incrucisate. ( a la dead people ) Este format din mai multe bucati, si adica : Ankh, simbolul vietii, Djed, simbolul stabilitatii si Was, simbolul puterii si a dominatiei. (mda, imi place controlul :”>)
Anyway, ultimu’ ii ceva ce n-am putut gasi pe net si ambalaju’ nu ma ajuta deloc, dar arata ceva de genu:Photo 3. Asta reprezinta protectie. Daaar, exista o gramada care seamana cu al meu, si alea mai in
seamna si noroc in dragoste si viata, nemurirea spiritului (sufletului) , fertilitate, autoritate, putere, etc.. deci pot sa-mi aleg
All in all, se pare ca nu port numa ceva ce-i dragut, dar si ceva ce ar trebui sa imi faca viata mai buna. :> Tu ai chestii de genu’ asta care sa poti zice ca ti-au adus ceva “norocel” in viata?
Pentru cel mai tare profesor de informatica si pentru o buna prietena, da-ti un click aici 
Stateam astazi in parc, in bataia vantului si mangaierea fina a soarelui, bucurandu-ma de caldura binevoitoare si starea de veselie si voiosie pe care mi-o inspira.
Ce am scris mai sus poate fi considerat o totala aberatie poetica, neimportanta, dar care sper, mai ales pe cei care ma cunosc si stiu ca daca ma aud vorbind asa este vreo problema, sa va smulga un zambet sau un hohot de ras. Restul postului nu va scris in aceasi maniera deoarece ”poetismul” s-a dus..
Acum sa dam in latura mea copilareasca. Desi stiu ca probabil este o cruzime si de cele mai multe ori imi vine sa-mi dau in cap pentru ca fac asta, copii micuti, a.k.a. in jur de 2-4 ani, care cad pe burta, in fund, etc. ma amuza. Sunt sadica, stiu. Adica mi se pare ca o cauta cu lumanarea :) fug de colo, colo, zbriara, binenteles ca nu mai pot fi atenti la mobila, podea, asfalt..
Am vazut ceva astazi ce mi-am adus un zambet pe buze, da’ ce zambet dragilor, am si ras pana la urma :) Dupa cum spuneam mai sus, pe barca in parc fiind, aud strigatele a doua doamne, una trecuta de criza varstei mijlocii, iar alta care a pierdut lupta cu anii. Zbierau ele disperate ”Intoarceti-va, haideti aici, inapoi!” de parca vorbeau cu niste caini neastamparati. Si intorc eu capu’ in directia zarvei si vad trei copii (pe la 3 anisori) care fugeau de dansele.
Bai frate, da’ cand zic fugeau, poi fugeau :) Deci era ca in desenele animate, cand fuge Tom dupa Jerry; aia veseli nevoie mare, fugeau cat ii tineau picioarele lor scurte, doamnele dupa ei. Mai rar am vazut copii, ce sa mai zic de doamne trecute de o anumita varsta fugind asa :D Si ce m-a distrat si mai tare, o fetita, dupa ce ceilalti doi s-or oprit pana la urma, o continuat. Si se oprea ea shmechera :> se uita inapoi sa vada daca o mai urmaresc, si pornea din nou.. si n-o cazut! EPIC WIN!!
Mie mi-a facut ziua :) Ca tot vorbeam eu mai demult de chestii micute care conteaza 
Despre lene se spun multe chestii, s-au scris multe chestii. Ca nu este o boala incurabila, ca esti lenes doar daca vrei tu si bla bla. Sincer, nu-mi pasa care e motivul. Cert e ca o simt, pana in maduva, pana in ultima celula! Banuiesc ca daca lenea ar fi clasificata pe stadii, a mea ar fi ceva de genu: FAZA TERMINALA.
Am citit recent un post la Alle pe blog, ceva cu “sa schimbam ceva la noi, sa mai iesim din rutina, ca sunt multe chestii de trait”. Sunt complet de acord. Dar de la a gandi pana la a face este muuuult de parcurs. Si credeti-ma ca vreau sa fac la lucruri, fara numar Dar e atat de greu sa-mi misc poponeatza sa fac orice: niste sport, sa ma apuc de un hobby, sa mai scriu cate ceva, si tot asa..
Daca cunoaste cineva un tratament intensiv pentru lene sa ma caute! (Aaa, vointa si automotivatia nu se pun!)
You know the little angel and the little devil on each of your shoulders, right? Do they whisper to you? Do you listen? Do they tell you what you should do, what socks to put on? Do they argue behind your head so loud that sometimes you can’t hear your own thoughts?
Yeah, well I think we all have that problem. I mean every now and then we stumble across something that we need to take some time off to consider. For example, let’s say you find a bill on the ground. If you saw the person who dropped it, would you give it back, or would you stash it in your pocket? The devil says “Take it, idiot, this is good luck!” while the angel argues “Give it back, he might need the money more than you do!”
And that’s where the problem begins. What do you do? Sometimes you’d take the money. Sometimes you wouldn’t. It all depends on how loud one voice or another gets and if you hear it better than the other one. What did your couple of devil-angel tell you?
Noh poftim cultura, sa vezi asa ceva! Cum sa fi asa prost? Sa te duci acasa la mami si sa plangi ca esti neindreptatita, ca altii iau note mai mari ca tine ca n-or stat la test.. BLAH BLAH! :-@ ma doare’n gaurica neagra ca ai luat nota mica. Trebuia sa pleci si tu, cine te-o oprit??
TU fato, tu nu te-ai gandit ca nici tu nu o sa mai pleci alta data? Sau nu ai stiut ce scandal o sa faca mami? Noh sa te vad acuma, cum iti mai misti tu fundu’ din clasa fara sa iti sufle mami in ceafa, si sa te gandesti atunci cum ne-ai nenorocit pe toti, idioato!
