Creepy sounds.

-Thank God for the Teachers-

I've never been what you might describe as normal, average, ordinary. Doesn't run in the family, I guess. Some people appreciated my weirdness, some didn't. Considering the way I've been acting until recent years (I'm way calmer now) I don't blame the people who didn't appreciate my colorful personality. Anyway, in high school my weirdness has caused me, among some people, classmates and teachers, to be some sort of pariah. My class-master, a despicable man, spawned from some of God's nasal secretions, tried to convince the board of teachers that I'm a satanist, that I'm violent, mentally disabled etc. He didn't quite succeed in his plan, but my life as a high school student hasn't been the most wonderful one. My life, during high school, began when I exited the gates.
A God-given (yes, God is involved in my life a great deal) event made that my college life to change fundamentally. In the first two weeks of college I thought I reached social heaven. My "group-mates" were ok with my weird, sometimes choleric, sometimes sharp behavior. You cannot imagine how dearly I appreciate them for it.
But more surprisingly, I got "extra-points" with the teachers for it. Tell me, how many teachers, after seeing that your Windows profile is "Lilith", after listening to the story of her (first wife of Adam, demon-mother, feminist etc.), after seeing on your desktop a naked lady (the one above), say, "I love your style, kid, I really do!" This comes from a 45+ year old man, the second in command after the titular teacher for anatomy. This has happened just today. I have had other pleasant surprises. Old and young teachers telling me they appreciate a nonconformist spirit. The people who have been through Negruzzi can easily imagine my surprise. I got to thinking that maybe it's true that medicine-people are crazy. Someone told me never to trust a serious doctor. And I am really starting to believe him. All the great teachers, young and old, professors and assistants I have respected and looked up at are at least a bit out of the ordinary. I might just be really lucky to keep finding these people, my group-mates and mentors but I don't ponder about the reasons much and just enjoy this fundamental change of environment.

Desene frumoase stau pe pereti si am si-o pisica cu noua vieti. Ea ii mai mult plecata, e-adevarat si-acasa cand sta, sta mai mult sub pat. Usa e veche, broasca-i noua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Usa e veche, broasca-i noua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Intr-un colt e-o chitara desigur si-un ceas se cazneste sa bata. Afara e vant, ferestrele sint taiate din aceasi bucata. E destul de mica camera mea, dar incap toti prietenii mei in ea. Stau in picioare, se aseaza pe jos, in rest sunt cuminti si vorbesc frumos. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9. Asa ca vino sus daca ploua, Piata Romana, nr. 9.

I'm writing this after a failed salvia experiment, two break-ups so close in time and so fucked up that I'll be sure to remember them and a few discussions with the people I've come to call true friends.

From all my life, I remember the past two years most clearly. Not only because they're closest, but because so many things have happened. They've been like the physical growth spurs that leave scars, usually on the back. It's been a very turmoiled period. And I've gained a lot. I've gained wisdom, I've gained strength, I've gained a lot of memories, both good and bad, but all long-lasting. But most of all, I've gained something I've been superficial about. The capacity of having a true friend. I've had friends before, but I think that until I went to the US I didn't comprehend the concept as well as I should have. You see, the period after the US brought to my life this new gift, friendship. Now I can say that finally understand what it means. To cry dry in the arms of someone, to hold someone, to take a leap with someone, to trust, to love, to give and receive, to be able to call someone at 2 am and to hear a savior's voice at the other end.
They are so different. Different backgrounds, different personalities, different points of view but each one is a great treasure I posses. From advice to support, to helping me clean my room and giving me a hug, they have proved, time and time again, that without them I couldn't cope so well with life, I would go slightly insane, I would be incomplete. One of them told me that we all need connections. Some need a lover. That's the connection they need to function properly. Some just need a connection with their work. I need a friend and after all the weird, bad, fucked up, whatever relationships I've been through I've realized that when the day is over and you once again sleep alone, a friend will always be there with a pat on the back and a beer in their hand. Yes, while you sleep they'll bring you beer. They are the sturdy light when home's going bad, when your lover decides it's not working, when you fail at something very important, when you've just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. A friend, someone who fully fills the job description, will be there no matter what. The love and loyalty will not change, the warmth will not change, his sincerity will not change, the entity you love and respect will not change as the wind blows. It takes, I think, a special kind of person to be a true friend. Beer friends, fuck-buddies, pals, come and go. A friend is the type of person which is axiomatic. His principles, his basic desires, his core does not change in time. He is the same. It takes great strength to maintain a steady marrow in this century of so many ideas, so many temptations, so many opinions and influences.
A friend doesn’t knock on your inner door, he's already a part of you. No matter how far you travel, in time or space, when you'll meet him again it will be as if you haven't spoken for five minutes. Another friend said that "friends are like rubber bands - you can pull and they'll stretch, but they won't break".
I was surprised when I first felt the deep, warm love for a friend. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and I knew it was love. After that first time I felt it again, later on, with other, few, people. A warm feeling which fills your whole being. Maybe that's what romantic love feels like and if that's the case, I've never felt it.
They've given me so many things. Each of them taught me something new, carved a print on the path of my life. But the most precious thing I understood was reciprocity. What I would give they would give back. And what a friend would give is everything. Knowing me capable of doing that and knowing that I have people who would do that changed a bit my view on life. Knowing that there are people who I can trust, rely on, ask for help and help in return, love and be loved, has made my life more beautiful and happy, made me a "full shell". So I guess I've written this thread because I've been thinking just how lucky I am to be surrounded by these people, to receive their light and share mine and I'd like to thank them (and God, of course. and my mother and my producer...). And yes, I do realize it's corny and warm and whatever but it really is a cool feeling.

Post atipic.
In primul rand, m-am gandit sa mai bag pastile cu "Je recomanda". Da, mor sa va impartasesc despre lucrurile care-mi fac placere, consider ca sunt frumoase si merita impartasite si ca da, parerile mele sunt absolut dementiale si extrem de magnific de importante.
Deci inaugurez acest preamandru ciclu cu "Je recomanda muzica"

Recent am doua mari pasiuni. A doua de azi incepand. Prima e Gnarls Barkley@. L-am vazut la MTV cu Crazy acu ceva timp si mi-am scos promo-ul si acum am albumul. "Gnarls Barkley is the collaboration between producer DJ Danger Mouse and Goodie Mob rapper-turned-singer Cee-Lo."(Wikipedia) Acuma o incadrare e cam greu de facut, pe lastfm vezi la tags hip-hop, funk, soul, alternative si la similar artists RHCP, Gorillaz, OutKast si Beck, care canta chestii usor diferite. Eu ii incadrez in "black people music I love".
Unele pese sunt foarte saltarete, gen Gone Daddy Gone@, Crazy@ sau Smiley Faces@. Unele is mai calme, Just a Thought, Who Cares.
Am rams surprinsa sa-i vad la MTV, pentru ca sar din tiparul Paris Hilton-Britney-Pussycat Dolls.
Versurile mi-o placut mult. Ca sa stiti, la mine la o pesa conteaza foarte mult versurile. Bine, daca n-are, n-are, dar daca are prefer sa le ascult pe acelea la care-mi place ce lalaie omul.
Who Cares: Basicly I'm complicated, I have a hard time taking the easy way. I wouldn't call it schyzophrenia, but I'll be at least two people today (if that's ok). And I could go on and on and on, but who cares? It's deep how you can be so shallow and I'm afraid cause I have no fear. And I didn't believe in magic, until I watch you dissapear (I wish you were here).
Smiley Faces: But what did you do? What did you say? Did you walk or did you run away? Where are you now, where have you been? Did you come alone or did you bring your friend? I need to know cause I noticed you're smiling. Out in the sun, having fun and feeling free. And I can tell you know how hard this life can be, but you keep on smiling for me. So what went right? What went wrong? Was it the story or was it the song? Was it overnight or did it take you long? Was it knowing your weakness that made you strong?

Al doilea e Mika@, multumesc Raluca, m-o facut si mai ferice decat sunt natural zilele astea. Il asculti, pentru ca e un el, si primul gand care rasare e "happy". "Mika (born Mica Penniman in 1984) is a Beirut-born, Paris and London-raised, New York-based singer who has a contract with Island Records and used to attend Westminster School. He first appeared on BBC Radio 1 in September 2006. He has a background in classical songwriting." (Wikipedia)
Primul cantecel ascultat de mine e Grace Kelly@. Ritmul fara versuri ma face sa vreau sa tzopai si sa sar cu mainile intinse, sa ma rotesc pe strada si alte manifestari asemanatoare. Pesa e scrisa la furie si versurile sunt destul de nervoase: Do I attract you, do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty, am I too flirty, do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome, I guess Im a little bit shy. Why dont you like me? Why dont you like me without making me try?I try to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks were too sad. So I try a little Freddie, I've gone identity mad!
Cantecele in mare au ritmuri vesele si versuri, eh, mai putin vesele.
Sa disecam ritmul. Baetu' e pianist, chestie care o apreciez foarte. Deci pianul e important. Notele la piesele "vesele" sunt in mare parte staccato sau cel putin marcato. Adica is apasate bine acolo. Se aud destul de clar si pentru mine creaza partea puternic sentimentala a pieselo. El in timp ce compune face sunete de percutie, care evident, urmeaza traiectul pianului, mentinand ideea de dinamism a marei parte a pieselor. Chitarile nu par prea importante [sau nu le aud eu ca fiind foarte importante]. In schimb in Any Other World viorile sunt foarte frumoase. Ce e extrem de interesant si important e vocea lui. Nu zice aiurea ca "so I try a little Freddie"; vocea i se aseamana foarte mult cu a lu Freddie Mercury si poate de aia imi place asa de mult, ca-mi aminteste de Queen si deci de copilarie. Ajunge foarte sus cu notele si are o voce extrem de muzicala, ceva gen anti- Type 0 Negative, Charon, HIM, Avinmahr. Nu e oarecum patetico-feminina cum e aia de la Maroon 5, e doar frumoasa.
Muzica e buna pentru mers pe strada, condus, anotimpuri calde, munte. Este frumoasa si folosesc acest cuvant in plentitudinea lui. Rar mi se intampla sa-mi placa un album cap-coada, cred ca le pot numara pe dejtele de la o mana. Cum ar spune filozoful...deci da. Da.

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Asaaa. A doua parte din postul meu atipic si foarte "diminetzatic" este o poezie. N-am pus cred niciodata poezii pe blog, dar ma mai ocup si de din astea. Nu pretind ca-s mama lor de bune, dar le scriu numai cand simt ca vreau sa le scriu. Cred c-o sa mai pun, ca un "wellcome doormat to my lil' universe".

Dear sweet mistake,
how dirty was fate,
what wicked play she unfolded,
how perverted the tale was molded,
how peculiar did the roads wind.
Life threads seem to e'er entwine.
Definetly not the happily ever after,
yet we've been through tears and laughter,
fire and stone,
binded then so alone,
bleeding autumn, blazing summer,
beautiful spring, cold winter,
cool breeze at dawn, burning sun in the noon.
Like the sun and the moon,
withered and in bloom
we bounced between dimness and loom.
We gathered memories we loved and hate,
we picked up flowers for mistakes,
we learned and in the end
on each other we leaned.
Dear sweet mistake,
how long will it take
before our roads again shake,
before the story will shatter into sand,
before i shant be engulfed in your soft hand?
Dear sweet mistake
we shall break...

Mereu am avut o teorie ca exista sanse mai mari sa gasesti oameni inteligenti printre cei care asculta rock. In timp, mi-am extins si rafinat teoria. Dar totul a inceput de la intrebarea "rock-ul tine de IQ?" Well, this proves it.