10 days in Zagreb

We met, drank, partied, blacked out, kissed, laid, parted, chatted, reunited, walked, laid in the sun on the grass, rode the bus without paying, had a contradictory discussion, rode bikes, exchanged smiles, fell on the ground, talked for hours, stayed in silence, smoked weed, made love, ate seafood, drank wine, saw hidden parts of the city, stayed in the dark in the park, cried, screamed, coughed, caught a cold, went to the club, danced, drank medica and slivovica, sat on the gravel by the lake, laughed for almost no reason, bought bus tickets, talked about friends, saw a french movie, shared our likes and dislikes, learned together, stared at each other, smiled asymetrically, grinned, licked each other's ears, watched each other's pupils dillate, swinged, talked about our future, promised to travel when we get the money, ate ćevapi, sang while the music was playing, fought with kicks and punches, climbed a mountain by car, kissed on the way back while the car was swaying, thought that that day was a good day to die, had lunch at her parents', went to a hidden park, went to the airport, checked in, sat on a bench, kissed then parted again.

Copii care nu zic "Mersi!"

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.

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.

Cred ca asta este a treia poezie scrisa la viata mea...

Inca o incercare

Esti
Un miraj in departare,
Care ma face
sa lupt in continuare,
Dar,
mai e o intrebare...
Esti pe bune?

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!

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:

• 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.

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