Indubitabil, Nu Conteaza.

There will always be a market for bullshit.

Is there anyone out there not tired of the Internet, of the way we use it to manipulate (ok, influence) and sell and “grow your business”? Does anyone use Internet for positive change anymore? And what is positive and negative? What’s Good and Bad? Personally, I am tired of (Romanian) Online Bullshit.

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“Nice country. Too bad it’s populated.”

Well, I wanna see more of the nice side of Romania. Really. I wanna see it everywhere, not just here. I am tired of Romania as we know it and see it every single day. I am tired to see empty pocket average people alongside convertibles and 4-hooks suited gens, see f*cked up teenagers with no future alongside shmuks with attitude, see poverty across from luxury and kitsch-packed shopping venues (aka the malls).

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What biggie did the NATO Summit do? 

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… cum, dincolo de masca lor corporatista, exista oameni dupa chipul si asemanarea mea. Doar ca ei nu vor sti niciodata ca sunt.

by A Fine Frenzy

O ascult intruna, pe repeat. No wonder why…

Don’t know what to do anymore
I’ve lost the only love worth fighting for
I’ll drown in my tears
Don’t they see?
That which show you that which make you hurt like me
All the same
I don’t want mudslinging games
It’s such a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don’t know if our fate’s already sealed
This day’s spinning surface on a wheel
I’m ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips
Cut it out
I’ve got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down

Chorus..

I’ll tear myself away
That is what you need
There is nothing left to say
But

Chorus…
The day’s still ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

by Kaiser Chefs

Let it never be said that romance is dead
‘Cos there’s so little else occupying my head
There is nothing I need ‘cept the function to breathe
But I’m not really fussed, doesn’t matter to me

Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Know what ya doing, doing to me?
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby

Due to lack of interest tomorrow is cancelled
Let the clocks be reset and the pendulums held
‘Cos there’s nothing at all ‘cept the space in between
Finding out what you’re called and repeating your name
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I used to admire strong women - “a woman like a man“, as Damien Rice puts it in one of his songs… Not anymore, I don’t. They all seem fake and plastic on the outside. And on the inside, they look just like cardboard paper boxes: overused and on the go to be recycled.

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I have a vision of me which I tame will not be accomplished. Don’t know, I get this weird intense feeling that circles stretch around my waist, my heart, my neck… It’s like a kabuki nightmare you want to put an end to but can’t drop the curtain. I isolate myself in times like these. I too become a cardboard paper woman. Only my recycling brings me to a better world… Well, I got newsflash for you: this better world hasn’t happened in ages!
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A few days ago, I met someone funny and smart and witty and… I just rest my case. I do admit it: I’m a pusher. And good people that happen to cross my way become idols, dolls, then rags. Not all of them, no. But some, the best, if not cherished properly, end up losing themselves to me and me to them. A mambo-jumbo that often requires heart surgery after and tons of cellulose wasted on hankies.

Tonight I feel lonely. I feel so not me (and it’s not even the first time it happens). No, not depressed, just not me. I read Adi’s blog but cannot match the feeling. I am not a philosopher, though I studied philosophy for 2 years… Maybe I forgot it all, it happens. Or maybe it’s there, in the back of my head… But anywayz, this is not the point.

Tonight I’m sad and for good reasons. I am not a strong woman, at least not the strong woman YOU think you’d find in me. But I do my best at being bold. And I fail. And I get kicked in the ass. And I read books. Not self-help best-sellers, no. Plain library books, like Harper-Collins/Humanitas editions or so. (Yet, too seldom to mention.)

I love good books but have no time to finish any. The most recent book I read in whole was Rosa Montero’s “La hija del canibal”, translated in Romanian as “Ziua Inocentilor”. And I never finish my ideas, as you may well see.

So, being bold once does not guarantee you become imune for life to critics. And, as one said in a certain comment on a certain blog, “I like coaches and trainers better than critics” (my guess is critics are a lost profession).

Yes, lack of motivation kills. No instantaneously but like poison, in slow motion. It is what’s happening to me for a while now: can’t find joy in anything I do. I live routine like mechanical watches, counting the days as they pass by, slower or faster, rainy or sunny, better or worse.

For me, LOVE’s not a word, it is The Ultimate Remedy. I need a higher motivation, a reason to wake up in the morning and wink at the face in the mirror. And I believe a feeling of humongous proportions can embed it all: pleasure and pain, living and dying, rebirth and renewal. I believe it can transcend the gaps and cracks and spaces open that suck us in and lose our joy and hope.

I’ve had only one great passion and other big or smaller crushes. I even hallucinated of being in love, until I realized it was only an egoistical approach to bedroom and boredom. But NOW… Now it all has to be perfect. At least, the closest carbon copy to perfection. I am aware there’s no such thing on Earth as “identical fit”, but I could wear a glove with +/-0,01 inches failure…

mami.ro, natgeo.ro si lyceum.ro sunt site-urile castigatoare la categoriile “Lifestyle”, “Stiinta si tehnologie”, “Educatie si cultura”, iar Sanoma Hearst si Next Step Developments sunt cei doi clienti Green Pixel care le-au inhatat.


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*photo by redecs

Sanoma a mai luat un premiu pentru “Publicatii si media” cu natgeo.ro si un loc II ca “Publisherul Anului”.

UPDATE:
In mod curios, Green Pixel apare listata pe locul IV in topul web-agentiilor anului, desi - incepand din 2004 - ne-am declinat oficial participarea. Marius Deak, CEO Green Pixel, face lumina, sustinand cu fermitate ca “Organizatorii Internetics ar trebui sa-si ceara scuze”.

N-am timp sa ma plang, n-am timp sa ma bucur, n-am timp sa… nimic. Si stiu ca nici tu n-ai.

De aceea te retin acum, aici, o clipa. Sa nu dispari de tot. Sa mai respiram putin acelasi aer pixelat, impreuna. Tu de-o parte a monitorului, eu de cealalta…

Nu te vad si nu ma vezi. Dar simt, si stiu ca dincolo de interfata asta pretentioasa, si tu ma simti prin fiecare rand, prin fiecare link…

Stiu ca ma crezi o ciudata cu toane. Si-ti dau dreptate, pe alocuri. Si te sarut pe frunte, ca de obicei…

Cu drag,
yours truly,

womanchild

M-am nascut si am trait 15 ani la tara, in Draganesti-Olt. Daca ma intreaba cineva, spun ca sunt din Campulung, unde am locuit timp de 4 ani dupa moartea tatalui meu, inainte sa ma mut in Bucuresti.

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*Reply la postarea lui Adrian de astazi.

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

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*Ea e!

In a few words:

Motivatie si chef de lucru in exces,
de-ajuns incat sa-mparta si la altii.
(De-aici ma umplu eu!)
Ne “acidulam” pe mess sau pe blog,
dar mi-a facut cel mai cool cadou de HB:
un tort handmade.***

A zis sa scriu despre ea:
“desteapta, frumoasa si devreme acasa“.
Am scris. Acum avem o oda.

Dedicated to the one & only DIANA PARIS. :)