Intr-o societate care permite atât de multe, eu încă mă mir cum oamenii nu își permit să zică un simplu "Mersi". Mai exact orice femeie ajutată, se crede pe jumatate futută, orice bărbat ajutat, pe jumătate castrat.
Era o zi simplă de școală primară în care fetele bârfeau, chicoteau, și băieții erau... păi, băieți. Trei dintre ei îl băteau pe un altul, care era in poziție fetusiană pe jos, chiar dacă toți dintr-e ei erau în clasa a 3-a E. Bineînțeles că am considerat că este momentul să intervin, deoarece era împotriva principiilor mele ca cineva să sufere, mai ales din clasa mea...
După ce strigătura "Ce v-a facut el vouă?" a ridicat trei perechi de umeri am recurs la înjurături, scuipat, împins și atoteficienta amenințare că "vin cu frate-miu" ca să îi îndepărtez de lângă colegul meu, Doru. Odata ce am reușit, i-am oferit o mână să îl ridic de pe jos, pe care el o refuză nepoliticos, și îmi spune: "Mai bine îi lăsai să mă bată."
Sugi pula Doru.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Jungle Cat - Poem
Jungle Cat
I'm a cat,
fallen from a tree,
forced to skat,
forced to flee.
Each blade of grass,
each fallen tree,
the smells entice.
Am I truly free?
The fall was fast,
This forest, free.
My paws still hurt,
My paws still hurt.
I'm a cat,
fallen from a tree,
forced to skat,
forced to flee.
Each blade of grass,
each fallen tree,
the smells entice.
Am I truly free?
The fall was fast,
This forest, free.
My paws still hurt,
My paws still hurt.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Love hurts?
I'm sure everyone's experienced some sort of love in their life, and if not that, at least you've seen the movies and heard the songs where the message is: "Love hurts."
Love doesn't just hurt.
Love iches,
it stings
it screams
it sings
it aches
it burns
it's hot
it's cold
it's dead
and again
and again.
Again!
AGAIN!
Love doesn't just hurt.
Love iches,
it stings
it screams
it sings
it aches
it burns
it's hot
it's cold
it's dead
and again
and again.
Again!
AGAIN!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
How to Use a Wireless Mouse as a Remote Control
Today we're going to talk about how one can use a wireless mouse as a remote control!
Ingredients:
Simply connect all of the above, then just sit on your couch with the wirless mouse at hand. Should you want to also stay for instance on a chat system, and you don't have a wireless keyboard too, you can use windows 7's on-screen keyboard. Just search for it in the start search panel.
Ingredients:
- wireless mouse + pad
- laptop
- selection of movies you'd want to watch on the laptop
- HDMI Cable
- TV with HDMI capabilities
Simply connect all of the above, then just sit on your couch with the wirless mouse at hand. Should you want to also stay for instance on a chat system, and you don't have a wireless keyboard too, you can use windows 7's on-screen keyboard. Just search for it in the start search panel.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I can't sing.
Remember how your parents have always said, that you can be anything you want? That you need to find something you enjoy doing and make money out of it?
Well they were just trying to make you feel better about yourself, it was all bullshit.
For instance, I... Well, I like singing. I love singing, even though I've no voice at all, it's something about singing that relaxes me and calms all my nerves down. I can be content even though I'm sad, and be ecstatic when I'm happy.
I've tried recording myself singing, but the way my voice sounds inside my head, is way different than what it sounds in recording, and I realize that I deeply and truly suck. I've got no control, and there's absolutely nothing special about my voice. Furthermore every time I try singing around someone else, I can sense how they get slowly irritated and I decrease the volume down to a small mumble, like how a lady that sells vegetables in the market and mumbles a song while she puts your cabbage in a bag.
So, like, ok, I fail at life, now what?
"Well, darling, you'll have to find something you're actually good at" says the voice inside my head. I'll let you guess what I'm good at... Think about school, think about the subject you hated the most...
Yep, math.
I'm a good mathematician... and can write good algorithms for programming, but I am not so thrilled about it. Furthermore I don't have that curiosity about technology that every other geek has, I don't have the lust for it!
So what would you do? What are you doing?
a) Something you're good at
b) Something you like doing
Well they were just trying to make you feel better about yourself, it was all bullshit.
For instance, I... Well, I like singing. I love singing, even though I've no voice at all, it's something about singing that relaxes me and calms all my nerves down. I can be content even though I'm sad, and be ecstatic when I'm happy.
I've tried recording myself singing, but the way my voice sounds inside my head, is way different than what it sounds in recording, and I realize that I deeply and truly suck. I've got no control, and there's absolutely nothing special about my voice. Furthermore every time I try singing around someone else, I can sense how they get slowly irritated and I decrease the volume down to a small mumble, like how a lady that sells vegetables in the market and mumbles a song while she puts your cabbage in a bag.
So, like, ok, I fail at life, now what?
"Well, darling, you'll have to find something you're actually good at" says the voice inside my head. I'll let you guess what I'm good at... Think about school, think about the subject you hated the most...
Yep, math.
I'm a good mathematician... and can write good algorithms for programming, but I am not so thrilled about it. Furthermore I don't have that curiosity about technology that every other geek has, I don't have the lust for it!
So what would you do? What are you doing?
a) Something you're good at
b) Something you like doing
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Dimineata
Te trezesti
Sangele din corp se simte ca un pahar de mojito amestecat de pai. Cum te scoli se aseaza frunzele si zaharul pisat pe fundul acru al stomacului tau.
Ti-e rau
Nu inchide ochii, e cea mai proasta idee pe care ai putea sa o ai. Ai visa dar nu vrei, ai privi dar te dor ochii prea mult.
Te uiti in stanga si o vezi ...
Pe ea, doar pe ea... Si ea duhneste... duhneste a seara trecuta, dar totusi se odihneste si respira moale pe patul tau. Ii observi vanataiile de pe mainiile ei, si te uiti la propriile maini. Negre si mov, iti amintesc de cat ati tras unul de celalalt, si cum in curand va veti rupe in bucati de la centrifuga asta inutila...
Iti bati palmele pe pulpele picioarelor si te avanti sa te ridici...
Dar nu poti. Si te cufunzi inapoi, in patul moale care se leagana obsesiv de exact si repetitiv.
Dormi.
Sangele din corp se simte ca un pahar de mojito amestecat de pai. Cum te scoli se aseaza frunzele si zaharul pisat pe fundul acru al stomacului tau.
Ti-e rau
Nu inchide ochii, e cea mai proasta idee pe care ai putea sa o ai. Ai visa dar nu vrei, ai privi dar te dor ochii prea mult.
Te uiti in stanga si o vezi ...
Pe ea, doar pe ea... Si ea duhneste... duhneste a seara trecuta, dar totusi se odihneste si respira moale pe patul tau. Ii observi vanataiile de pe mainiile ei, si te uiti la propriile maini. Negre si mov, iti amintesc de cat ati tras unul de celalalt, si cum in curand va veti rupe in bucati de la centrifuga asta inutila...
Iti bati palmele pe pulpele picioarelor si te avanti sa te ridici...
Dar nu poti. Si te cufunzi inapoi, in patul moale care se leagana obsesiv de exact si repetitiv.
Dormi.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Dust
The dust from me
permeates the air
and up your nostril
and on your hair.
Deep in your lungs
light it descends
and gets you used
with what I am.
You get a taste
of DNA
and wonder why
you feel that way.
Our dust is skin
ground by the time
that passes by
as we lay down.
It's simple love
the type that hurts
the type that heals
and goes nowhere.
The dust from you
permeates the air
and up my nostril
and on my hair.
permeates the air
and up your nostril
and on your hair.
Deep in your lungs
light it descends
and gets you used
with what I am.
You get a taste
of DNA
and wonder why
you feel that way.
Our dust is skin
ground by the time
that passes by
as we lay down.
It's simple love
the type that hurts
the type that heals
and goes nowhere.
The dust from you
permeates the air
and up my nostril
and on my hair.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Baby Shit Fear
What is maturity?
That's a question that I always asked myself... and I've always had a mark in my mind, set in place by my parents. Whenever they felt like threatening me with what's to come, they said that "Don't worry, son, you'll one day be knee deep in baby shit that you'll need to clean, and all these problems that worry you right now won't matter".
Indeed, to not be grossed out by shit that doesn't belong to you, that you have to clean up, and not feeling bothered by it at all... That's maturity.
I'm 22 years old now, and I still feel like somewhat of a child. I still play Eve Online and also sometimes Left 4 Dead... But I've felt maturity take a hold of me sometimes.
If there's one thing that I feel maturity through, it's the numbness of my fingers. The power to get over bad things, the power to take suffering, and feel it, but still go on.
I probably have no idea what I'm talking about... But I'm feeling the baby shit fear fade away more and more, who knows, I might one day be ready...
That's a question that I always asked myself... and I've always had a mark in my mind, set in place by my parents. Whenever they felt like threatening me with what's to come, they said that "Don't worry, son, you'll one day be knee deep in baby shit that you'll need to clean, and all these problems that worry you right now won't matter".
Indeed, to not be grossed out by shit that doesn't belong to you, that you have to clean up, and not feeling bothered by it at all... That's maturity.
I'm 22 years old now, and I still feel like somewhat of a child. I still play Eve Online and also sometimes Left 4 Dead... But I've felt maturity take a hold of me sometimes.
If there's one thing that I feel maturity through, it's the numbness of my fingers. The power to get over bad things, the power to take suffering, and feel it, but still go on.
I probably have no idea what I'm talking about... But I'm feeling the baby shit fear fade away more and more, who knows, I might one day be ready...
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