Indubitabil, Nu Conteaza.

It is true that while most children raised in a 2 parents-family tend to develop better,
children raised by mono-parents, whether or not orphans, tend to stagnate.

Exarhu la apa (?) cu al sau Clandestino. De azi.

De-aici si aici.

Hey, man, don’t look so scared.
You know I’m only testing you out.
Hey man, don’t look so angry,
you’re real close to figuring me out.

We are a part of a circle.
It’s like a mobius strip,
and it goes round and round until it loses a link.
And there’s a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain,
and shit is gonna fly once again.

Hey, man, we look at each other with ample eyes,
so why not some time to discover what’s behind your eyes?
I’ve got so many questions that I want to ask you.
I am so tired of mirrors - pour me a glass of your wine!

And there’s a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain,
and shit is gonna fly once again!
I’ve got a bunch of government cheques at my door.
Each morning I try to send them back but they only send me more.
I look at myself in the mirror; am I vital today?
Hey, man, I let my conscience get in the way!

And there’s a shadow in the sky , and it looks like rain,
and shit is gonna fly once again,
and I don’t mean to rain on your parade,
but pathos has got me once again…
and I don’t want ambivalence no more,
I don’t want ambivalence no more,
I don’t want ambivalence no more,
no I don’t want ambivalence no more!
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“Hey, man!”, Nelly Furtado

Esti prototipul unei generatii esuate si o stii. Sta scris pe frunte dimineata cand te vezi in oglinda: LOSER. Atunci, te faci mic-mic langa lavoar si singura fraza desteapta care iti zdruncina creierii e: Asta-s io!? Parca nici tu nu poti sa crezi cat de stramb te-au crescut. In clipele alea de sinceritate, mintea iti zburda inapoi, la anii cand genitorii te indopau de “sfaturi binevoitoare” si te burduseau zilnic, la cea mai mica boacana. Acum te-ai facut mare dar fricos si lipsit de incredere; in tine sau in altii. Noroc ca un simt exagerat al penibilului te sfatuieste sa nu iesi din tipare. In fiecare zi te misti in ritualul pre-stabilit, de la care te abati milimetric si numai in situatii de urgenta. Pana si frazele tale au ceva laconic-spasmodic-tremurator in ele. Vorbesti in sintaxe fixe: S-P-C-A, ca la scoala. La fel ti-e si scrisul. Si visele. Si cosmarurile. Si alergarile transpirate prin holuri somnambule la ore indecente. Fumatul e viciul tau maxim, dar pana si tigarile le tii numarate. Ca nu cumva zilele tale sa se intample diferit. Esti poza din dictionar la definitia ratarii si o stii. Dar nici daca ai putea, n-ai vrea sa iesi din cercul tau stramt. Pentru ca te simti comod acolo. E cald si bine si pufos. Si nu ai prieteni care sa interfereze cu planurile tale. Nu mai multi decat juma de mana mutilata. Ce misto e asa! Nu trebuie sa tii minte infinite date de nastere, iar cand ii strigi, n-ai cum sa te incurci. Dar asta face parte, desigur, tot din planurile tale minutios ordonate pe firul vietii pe care tu ai impresia ca il controlezi. Tot singur ti-ai planificat si moartea. In detalii infinitezimale, cu precizia unui ceasornic elvetian. Ca acelea din centru, expuse in vitrine luminoase pe langa care tu aluneci cu ochi sticlosi, pierduti in ganduri. Ganduri ce se deapana in fire incalcite pana ajungi la metrou. Acolo, zgomotul te intrerupe…

(to be continued)

I envy men for their friendships and I envy them for their widespread soul.
I envy men for their un-attention to details and I envy them for the ability to switch conversations onto gullible things.

That’s why I’m their biggest fan.

Not the Katie who got involved with handsome-dorky Tom Cruise. But the one who was playing Joey in Dawson’s Creek, half damsel in distress, half restless brainiac in love with her best male friend. Since then, I’ve felt I was half Katie at heart.

Some men like the kitty-Katies of the world and would travel the Earth on foot if it were just to please them or draw their attention. I know some who even keep them locked away from public eye because they’re afraid to lose ‘em over to some cocky charming prince who went to law-school. (Don’t know why all this mumbo-jumbo about handsome lawyers who can sweep away girls like Bazookas. Guess it’s because of the 4 hooks-suit).

- to be continued -

The first stept towards implementing Paper Tree recycling project in our firm has been made: today I sent an e-mail to all my colleagues to find out whether or not they want Greenpixel to get involved.

So far, I’ve had 6 positive (may I say enthusiastic?!) replies. It’s a GOOD start.

Later edit: +4 makes it 10 replies. Yuppiii!
L.E.2: We got it going on!!!

N-as sti ce sa fac intr-o casa pustie daca n-ai fi tu.
N-as putea manca singura pentru ca nu stiu sa gatesc decat pentru 2. N-as avea loc in pat deoarece e prea mare pentru o persoana. N-as putea sa vad filme fiindca n-am cu cine sa rad & sa plang impartind floricele cu branza…