Part 1

One day,as i was walking down the street,the end of the world came.She was blonde and had blue eyes...or brown,didn't really notice at the moment.And she walked towards me ,scorching the earth around her,she noticed that i was staring at her.Obviously i didn't realize at that time how rude i was being.She stopped and asked me for a smoke.Six months later i was walking on air.
But the end of the world had other plans.She knew that to simply burn the flesh of a man wasn't enought but rather,in order for him to really suffer,you would need to break his soul.Funny thing about the soul thou;you can't touch it or,in this case,harm it unless it is willingly and deliberately given to you.
So there i was,soulless ,but with an overwellming feeling of joy...i think.The end of the world on the other hand was,for lack of a better word,confused.She could do anything and most of the time she did exactly that.
Does the end end in light?
is there hope there?
does she have a soul?
Most people would say she doesn't need one.And from that fact they assume she doesn't have one.Not true.
If all things have an end ,and if that end is brought by certain actions and is universal to all people then we can only assume that even the end must have an end and there mush be something else after that.That makes no sens.I thought i should say it anyway.
Now,as it turns out,the end of the world did have a soul.It was very well hidden,but it was there.And it's name was Anna.

Time to pretend

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend.

wasted time...trist

00:31 - peste 6 ore trebuie sa ma trezesc pentru a ma duce la examen.Ok,nici o problema,in ultima saptama am invatat din greu,m-am concentrat iar acum sunt cu fortele proaspete.Urmeaza 6 ore in care o sa am un somn linistit pentru ca stiu ca sunt pregatit si ca maine voi trece.
Mda,era o realitate frumoasa.Si poate exista un univers unde alegerile mele au condus spre acesta realitate.Un univers in care am ales cu ani in urma sa nu iau o gura dintr-o sticla,in care nu am tras un fum,in care am avut ambitia sa ma pregatesc pentru facultatea care imi placea...in care saptama asta am ales sa invat mai mult,in care acum 4 ore am ales sa stau in casa pentru a-mi repeta in loc sa ies cu prietenii la o bere.Poate exista dar ce kkt conteaza? ar trebui sa imi regret deciziile? Si daca zici ca da tot nu ma intereseaza.In prisma tuturor alegerilor pe care a trebuit sa le fac sunt convins ca acum sunt la fel de bine pregatit cat voi putea vreodata sa fiu.
I pity regrets.

Nici nu conteaza

Mi-am dat eu seama,dupa ce am meditat foarte putin asupra temei,ca noi,oamenii suntem crescuti in asa fel incat sa privim spre viitor si niciodata sa nu cercetam prezentul.Probabil si-au mai dat si altii seama de chestia asta.Ganditi-va putin: esti in scoala primara,nu gandesti prea mult dar porti o oarecare admiratie pentru colegii mai mari si vrei sa ajungi mai repede acolo.In gimnaziu la fel plus ca mai ai (sunt cel putin eu aveam ) un kkt de examen la sfarsit care "stii ca vine" si no,sa ajungi si tu intr-un liceu bun.Primul an de liceu e ok.Dar iarasi vezi persoane mai in varsta care au libertati mai mari decat ale tale si din nou visezi spre anii ce urmeaza.Cam pe la jumatatea liceului iti dai seama (cu ajutorul altora propabil) ca o sa trebuiasca sa te duci la o facultate.Iei in considerare ce iti place,ce poti,ce iti zic altii si eventual te hotarasti.Iti petreci urmarii ani invatand mai mult sau mai putin pentru alte kkt-uri de examene si intr-un final treci si pe acelea.Si iata-ta : 1 octombrie,prima zi de facultate...esti singur in alt oras (teapa daca nu :P ),cunosti oameni noi,vezi locuri noi.Parca au meritat ultimii 12 ani ca sa ajungi aici.Dupa care vine prima sesiune si probabil ai minunata senzatie ca ai sarit din lac in put.Nasol moment.
Acum vine intrebarea : de ce nu am luat lucrurile one day at a time? Raspunsul evident : exista numai lac si put.

Moment

I look at God behind his desk,taking notes on a pad,but God's got this all wrong.We are not special.We are not crap or trash,either.We just are.And what happens just happens.And God says"No,that's not right."Yeah.Well.Whatever.You can't teach God anything.

...And they say people get bored.

Si pentru ca si de ce nu.Pe principiul (regretabil) daca altii o fac eu ce-am, am luat indrazneata decizie de a ma aventura in lumea *alege o descriere potrivita* a blog'urile.Sunt destul de sigur totusi ca dintre majoritatea persoanele care s-ar putea impiedica de acest blog sunt foarte putin (probabil deloc) interesate de viziunea mea asupra unor subiecte sau de filozofia mea generala asupra existentei noastre marunte.Nasol pentru ei.
Cam atat pentru inceput si...have a nice day :)