All i have to say : Maybe We’re Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said…

[Verse 1:]
Beep Beep! oh look now there goes my phone
And once again im just hopin it’s a text from you..hmm..
It aint right read ya messages twice, thrice
Four times a night its true
Everyday I patiently wait
Feelin like a fool but I do, anyway
Nothing can feel as sweet and as real
As knowing I wasn’t waiting in vain..

[Chorus:]
maybe its true
I’m caught up on you
Maybe there’s a chance that ur stuck on me too
maybe i’m wrong
It’s all in my head
Maybe We’re Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said

[Verse 2:]
I’m always connected online
Hooked on facebook all the time
Hopin you’ve Checked my profile
Just can’t help wondering why,
You play it cool but,
see I’m hopelessly fallin for you,
Every night on the phone and I flirt with you..
and I know that you like it girl
All jokin aside,
What say you and I
Come out and say what we’re trying to hide..

[Chorus:]
maybe its true
I’m caught up on you
Maybe there’s a chance that ur stuck on me too
maybe im wrong
It’s all in my head
Maybe We’re Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said

[Bridge:]
Like I really want you,
I think I need you,
Baby I miss you,
I’m thinking of you [x2]

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus:]
maybe its true (OH)
I’m caught up on you (maybe, yeah)
Maybe there’s a chance that ur stuck on me too (Stuck on me too)
maybe i’m wrong (Hey baby, yeah..)
It’s all in my head.. (OH NO)
Maybe We’re Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said
(both haven’t said)

Maybe Its True I’m Caught Up On You
Maybe There’s A Chance that You’re Stuck On Me Too
Maybe I’m Wrong, It’s All In My Head
Maybe We’re Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said

[Outro]
Maybe it’s true..(Baby I Miss You)
I’m caught up on you (Look I Want You)
Maybe I am wrong
Baby I miss you…

Aseara,calatorind doua statii cu autobuzul 135 am ramas impresionata.Era un tanar imbracat ingrijit si cu o pancarta in mana. Mi-am zis in gand, alt cersetor fals care plange ca n-are casa,n-are masa.. M-am intors cu fata spre el cand am auzit ca avea o dictie frumoasa si o voce usor tremurata.Tanarul tinea in mana  o pancarta cu un articol din ziar lipit pe ea. Abia in momentul in care a zis ca propietarul unde locuiau i-au dat cu forta afara( pe el si ceilalti 6 membri ai familiei lui) abia atunci am privit cu atentie pancarta. Tanarul din poza era tanarul din fata mea. O poza trista, cu o familie numeroasa care traieste pe strazi intr-un cort. Spunea adevarul si lacrimi ii inotau in ochi in timp ce-si impartasea drama. Mi-au dat lacrimile, si m-am gandit in sinea mea ca el e tanarul care merita sa-i oferi un banut din putinul tau. Sunt destui copii orfani  pe strada care cersesc dar sincer putini ma impresioneaza cat sa le dau bani. Batranii ma ating mai mult. Te gandesti ca ai muncit o viata  si ca poate destinul  crud sau copiii tai nepasatori  te-au facut sa ajungi in strada. Copiii daca sunt educati si crescuti intr-un bun ambient pot ajunge din nou pe calea cea dreapta, pot ajunge sus, in schimb batranii nu mai au nici o sansa. Si daca observati, sunt multe ONG-uri care pun accent pe copii defavorizati sau orfani  si putine organizatii care ajuta batranii. Ca morala sau concluzie, ideea mea e alta, nu te plange ca azi dimineata nu ti-a pornit masina, nu te plange ca ti-ai pierdut  serialul favorit sau ca ai pierdut nu stiu ce concert, nu te plange ca n-ai aer conditionat in casa cand altii n-au casa, cand altii poate ar da orice sa aiba macar o camaruta din casa ta. Suna a cliseu dar ” Zambeste, maine poate fi mai rau ! ”

Mediafax ne informeaza ca pe 9 iunie vom avea o surpriza placuta. Rolling Stones, The Killers, Amy Winehouse si Fall Out Boy  s-au pus pe inregistrat cover-uri celebre respectiv Rolling Stones cu ” Under the Boardwalk” a trupei The Drifters, The Killers cu ” Hotel California” a trupei The Eagles, Amy Winehouse cu ” Cupid” a compozitorului Sam Cooke si least but not last Fall Out Boy cu ” Beat it” a faimosului Michael Jackson.Toate fondurile stranse in urma vanzarii albumului vor fi donati catre diferite actiuni si organizatii caritabile. Admirabil zic eu. Si cireasa de pe tort , Otros Aires revine la Bucuresti pe 4 iunie ! Daca anul trecut i-am ratat, pe 4 iunie sigur o sa fac tot posibilul sa fiu acolo fredonand cu dulce accent argentinian si ascultand faimoasele tangouri transformate de baietii de la Otros Aires in tangouri electronice cu multe influente moderne.Va recomand cu multa caldura Otros Aires  daca va place acest gen de muzica!

Filtrez mai multe ziare si ascult radio cat pot de des.Cred ca n-a existat azi ziar sau post de radio care sa nu pomeneasca de fostul Ministru al Muncii ,Paul Pacuraru, si de sesiunea lui de chat nocturn in chiloti mangaindu-si organul genital. Asa si ? Care-i problema neamule? Era la el acasa,nu era pe strada, poate sa stea imbracat cum vrea si poate sa faca ce vrea in spatiul lui privat atat timp cat nu deranjeaza vecinii sau disturba ordinea publica. Pun pariu ca daca era vorba de vecinu Gicu de la 3 nu se mai facea asa scandal mediatic. Sunt de acord cu faptul ca atunci cand esti persoana publica trebuie sa-ti asumi anumite riscuri, trebuie sa ai grija ce faci, ce zici, cum te imbraci cand esti in public,e normal , esti ministru trebuie sa ai prestanta, sa vorbesti frumos si toate cele, dar atunci cand cortina cade si ajungem acasa unde nu suntem nimic mai mult decat niste oameni ca toti oamenii, de ce trebuie sa fim atenti pana si in propria noastra casa ce facem sau cum ne imbracam? Cum ar fi sa-i prind pe cei care il blameaza cum se bas si sa-i pun pe Youtube sa rada toti de ei ,e normal? Daca era vorba de coruptie ,luare de mita,viol, omor sau alte grozavii saream si eu cu comentariile, dar asa pentru o chestie intima facem scandal.Voi puritanilor in intimitatea casei voastre n-ati facut sau nu faceti niciodata asta? Vreti sa-mi spuneti ca in viata vietilor voastre n-ati practicat niciodata arta onanismului ? Hai sa fim seriosi ! Lasati omul in pace si vedeti de alte lucruri mai importante,lucruri care trag tara in jos, sunt destule si nu o sa stau sa le enumar, le stiti si voi foarte bine…

La mine sfarsitul de saptamana a inceput glorios vineri seara cu un drum la Pitesti, intr-un anume club unde pot sa ma mandresc cu faptul ca am reusit sa facem “atmosfera” . Cand ne-am facut aparitia,lumea parea un pic plictisita,nimeni nu dansa, fetele pareau timide, fiecare cu treaba lui..Am fost un fel de MC secund asa ca trebuia sa facem un “show” de zile mari. Am stresat DJ-ul, mi-am bagat degetelele in playlist-ul lui, am invitat lumea la dans, din fetele timorate am reusit sa facem niste fete petrecarete, concursuri cu shot-uri , cu sampanie,cu dans pe bar, cu poze, cu multa voie buna.Ca sa ma laud nitel,dupa toata nebunia asta mi s-a spus ca sunt o fata de “nota douazeci”. Cred ca mi-am ratat cariera, o sa ma fac MC  . Sambata dimineata inapoi in Capitala, somn de voie  cateva ore, apoi luat Bucurestiul la pasi marunti pe jos. De la o terasa/restaurant aproape de Casa Poporului am admirat Jandarmeria calare , ramasa probabil dupa nebunia cu parada GayFest care a inchis toate arterele centrale.A iesit cu ceva scandal, in sensul ca de dimineata Fundatia Crestina “Noua Dreapta” milita importiva homosexualilor si a tupeului lor si pe seara participantii la GayFest s-au adunat la magazinul Junior de unde s-a dat startul.N-am apucat sa vad parada dar presupun ca a fost interesanta si colorata,cu peruci si tocuri ametiotoare se pare ca “fetele” s-au strans sa-si apere drepturile.Nu sunt homofoba, fiecare face ce vrea cu viata lui sexuala.Daca tot avem dreptul sa alegem pe cine iubim,de ce ni s-ar interzice dreptul de a alege cu cine sa facem sex? Dupa o masa indestulata am pornit apoi agale spre Piata Romana, unde am ales (din pacate)o cafenea cu limbaj colorat si multe glume nesarate.Pot spune ca in timp ce-mi sorbeam latte-ul m-au amuzat cateva..Dupa cafea, inca o plimare agale pe jos, vremea a fost superba si taman buna de plimbari pe jos si imi place la nebunie sa ma plimb asa pe inserat prin Bucuresti.Iubesc vara si sentimentul de libertate care-l ai in timp ce cutreieri bulevardele centrale, e plin de viata si culoare.Oprit apoi intr-o mica ceainarie (daca-i pot spune asa) japoneza,unde am savurat o limonada si discutii in toate limbile pamantului.Imi place diversitatea..Dupa, o oprire de rontait ceva si un telefon de la fete care ma anuntau sa vin in Player. Eram un pic obosita dupa toata plimbarea mea, dar m-am dus totusi. Daca atunci cand am ajuns mi-a parut rau , dupa ce  faimoasa artista Loredana si-a facut aparitia mi-a trecut toata oboseala. A fost un show de zile mari. Stie sa cante si stie sa distreze publicul, si asta-i cel mai important. Si trupa ei a fost la inaltime si a ajutat mult la intretinerea atmosferei. Mi-a placut si m-a impresionat intr-un mod placut! Am ajuns acasa cand soarele rasarise deja,semn ca a fost a seara buna.Duminica, pentru refacere si vizionat filme printre picaturi si oarecum pregatire pentru examenul de azi. E deja doua dimineata si eu inca n-am somn,plus ca mai am de terminat niste proiecte..Ufff. Sunt curioasa cum va fi maine, asa ca urati-mi bafta la examene(am vreo 4 saptamana asta). De final, o piesa antrenanta si mai neaosa a Loredanei. Enjoy!

Even though i have seen this movie before , I can definitely say it is one of the most mad love stories ever. It all starts as a game turning more and more dangerous. A boy and a girl. They grow up together daring each other , and even though they are madly in love with each other, nobody admits until it’s too late. The stake gets higher and higher as they grow. Games, hatred,pleasure, friendship, tears, love, endless love if so at some point they don’t see each other for ten years. You can only imagine how full , how fulfilling this feeling is for them by simply reading these words: “Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips! Woodstock, raves… Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!

What more can I say ?  If you haven’t watched this yet, go buy it, rent it, borrow it, it’s a great movie, great script, and makes you wonder if you ever in your life could feel at least half of that…

Cap ou pas cap ?

Inca o zi. Fugi acolo,fugi aici, o zi plina dar placuta. Multe persoane, multe telefoane, aer conditionat si caldura teribila. Simteam cum mi se afunda tocurile in asfaltul fierbinte si ma gandeam la briza marii si cum ar fi sa saruti pe cineva cu buze sarate..Trebuie sa recunosc ca-mi place sarea-n bucate,niciodata n-am fost o persoana “dulce” . Nu-mi place ciocolata si stiu ca e ciudat. Imi plac lucrurile tari, picante,acide care dau gust vietii..  In alta ordine de idei, a fost o zi productiva, si mi-a placut chiar daca am ajuns acasa dupa miezul noptii. In lumea mea de vis, maine n-as avea cursuri toata ziua si sesiunea n-ar incepe joi, in lumea mea de vis “Libertatea” n-ar intreba cat de des fac sex si oamenii nu s-ar arunca de pe Primaria Capitalei, in lumea mea de vis as avea puterea sa schimb saracia si incultura , in lumea mea de vis n-ar exista vami si vize si toti am fi egali, in lumea mea de vis  n-ar exista invidie si ura, in lumea mea de vis ar fi…Dar NU!  Sa fim rai, sa furam ,sa mintim, sa dam in cap, sa invidiem, sa barfim , sa punem bete-n roate, sa ne batem joc de noi  si de altii , sa nu fim amabili, sa ucidem, sa violam, sa ne atarnam lanturi de aur la gat cat mai groase, sa fim dobitoci, sa ne lasam indobitociti de pseudo-vedete sau pseudo-intelectuali, sa nu iubim, sa nu ne pese, sa fim pur si simplu o turma de oi care merge dupa cum bate vantul…

A fost un sfarsit de saptamana frumos..Acum chiar pot sa zic ca vara a venit in sfarsit.Chiar in acest moment termometrul imi arata ca afara sunt 28 grade.Ce poti sa ceri mai mult?  Vineri  seara  cu multe glume si muzica  salsa pana la 05 diminteata.Dormit 4 ore si fugit din Bucuresti spre Moldova,mai exact Suceava. Nordul Moldovei are multe manastiri frumoase si taman bune de vizitat,dar la intrare in Suceava e o manastire draga mie, unde ma regasesc si reculeg.Stiu ca pare ciudat,de ce te-ai duce pana acolo cand sunt atatea si in Bucuresti nu? Ei bine, acel loc chiar are ceva magic, linistitor.Si in plus iubesc calatoriile, fie ca sunt cu masina,trenul sau avionul.Si daca mai ai si o companie buna e perfect,nu-ti mai trebuie nimic. Ne-am delectat cu “verdele” tarii.Miros proaspat de iarba,de flori, de foc de lemne, am cumparat primele cirese, cirese de mai , vandute la marginea drumului de copii, am hranit caini vagabonzi din benzinarii, am ascultat printre altele N&D si ne-am amuzat copios, am motait in pozitii ciudate prin masina,am facut cateva poze. A fost placut chiar daca au fost 900 de km parcursi intr-o zi. Acum lenevesc prin casa si tot ascult aceiasi piesa care imi incanta auzul : Jason Mraz -I’m Lucky feat. Colbie Caillat . Enjoy!

Do you hear me,

I’m talking to you

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky oh my, baby I’m trying

Boy I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard

I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

They don’t know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I’ll wait for you I promise you, I will

I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

I’m lucky we’re in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I’m sailing through the sea

To an island where we’ll meet

You’ll hear the music, feel the air

I’ll put a flower in your hair

Though the breezes through trees

Move so pretty you’re all I see

As the world keeps spinning round

You hold me right here right now

I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

I’m lucky we’re in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

Ploaia are efect de sedativ asupra mea. De cate ori ploua ma trezesc tarziu, uit de ore,telefoane sau indatoriri..Inca de aseara,auzeam cum vuia vantul puternic si amenintator si m-am gandit in sinea mea”o sa ploua”.M-am intins in pat si asteptam ploaia,linistitoare,care sa vina sa raceasca o zi fierbinte de vara cu stropii ei mari si reci. M-am trezit dimineata in sunetul unui concert cunoscut mie: ploaia batea in geam,vantul ii raspundea cu rafale scurte care se rasfrangeau in calea lor in tot ce prindeau,copaci,ziduri..Totul era armonios in felul sau. Am ascultat ploaia, am tras pledul mai aproape de mine,si am zambit gandindu-ma la caldura din patul meu  versus frigul de afara.Curand somnul m-a prins din nou in mrejele lui  si sunetele de tot felul au disparut. Am cazut in alta poveste,cu alte sunete si personaje...Acum incerc sa recuperez orele pierdute in fata unei cani aburinde de ceai verde, si ma delectez cu   Women Lose Weight. Enjoy!

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

The name of this entertainement is
Women lose weight
Our first years of mariage everything was just great
But after two kids
And a weight gain factor
The fact is
Now shes completely unattractive
Look fat chicks
I dont mean to sound rude
I tell her nice hit the gym
And dont eat so much food
But no

Your shallow
You need to run the course of unconditionnal love and so forth

But how if desires is not there
Thats just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My happiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary june well groomed
When you gonna leave your wife
I tell her soon mommy soon I assume
Or my destiny is blue
Interestingly
The only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

Im gonna have to kill her

Of course theres laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

My plans against or shenanigans
Kinda ran thin
Knowin nothing about poisoning
And I cant swim
Bad intentions pumping
Might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this
Who can I get to help me murder this fat chick
I guess Ill have to play a dude robbin on wednesday
The day she usually goes food shopping
Anyway long story short hit the side of her chrysler
And sent her clean over the divider
You bastard she said as the wreck went tumblin down the hill
I thought she has to be dead
Later on get a call
(from a) lieutenant orourke
(had me) leapin like a frog
We need you at the morgue
So I selfishly persue
Boohoo there was nothing else for me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

Cmon yall know I had to kill her

Of course theres laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss
Kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

Cmon yall know I had to kill her

Of course theres laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

So you mean to tell me officer you dont have no clue who did this hit and run
No sir we dont have no clues right now
This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?
Pull yourself together sir
Im so broken up inside I just cant believe this
I understand, I understand
Catch the person who did this
Were gonna try sir
Please

Screamin who done took my heart acting shakin up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
I heard he was displeased with her weight gain
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde cant cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want
I doubt could adress, clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and
Talkin to detectives that was waitin outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale
And because of betrayal they indicted me, and gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent
Moral of the story is
Desire is important
So watch your weight
Itll keep you mate smitten its a given
Though looking back I realised I didnt have to kill her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

I didnt have to kill her

Of course theres laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss
I killed her

What a surpriser
Open your eyes, a
Woman advisor

I didnt have to kill her

Of course theres laws which enforces divorces

Send that ass right to the morgue miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin trim
Keep your mariage healthy
Do you know what I mean?
Small message from morcheeba and slick rick the ruler

Peace

Weekend frumos, cu muzica buna si clasica, cu rasete,cu vin rosu(sec) ,cu discutii interesante pana la mijirea zorilor,cu muult soare,cu “sarbatoare campeneasca” in Parcul Izvor, cu multa voie buna.Sper ca sunteti pregatiti sufleteste pentru luni, (mie de obicei nu-mi merge prea bine lunea) deci ma pregatesc de somn incet cu muzica celor de la The Cure in suflet si in ureche. Enjoy!

I spy something beginning with s…

on candystripe legs the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly!
a movement in the corner of the room!
and there is nothing i can do
when i realize with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

quietly he laughs and shaking his head
creeps closer now
closer to the foot of the bed
and softer than shadow and quicker than flies
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
“be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
don’t struggle like that or i will only love you more
for it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light
the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight”

and i feel like i’m being eaten
by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and i know that in the morning i will wake up
in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry…

“Come into my parlour”, said the spider to the fly… “I have something… “