Intai si intai,sa va povestesc ce a citit Mircea Badea aseara in emisiune dintr-un ziar .Stirea suna cam asa : O fetita de 12 ani a fost calcata de o masina,la volanul careia se afla un minor.Totul s-a petrecut pe trecerea de pietoni.Fetita a murit,dar minune,nu exista vreun vinovat.Minorul este baiatul nu-stiu-carui smecher cu brate foarte lungi(cred ca figura de stil e din franceza) -adica foarte influent .Ce s-a intamplat.Rahatul ala cu ochi,care a ucis o copila nevinovata e bine mersi...baietii smecheri au sters trecerea de pietoni si au redesenat-o cinci metri mai incolo.Exact,zero dovezi,zero motive de acuzare.Parintilor fetitei li se tot cere sa renunte la acuzatii contra unei sume convenabile.Mi se pare corect,voua nu?
Incep sa fiu stresat de faptul ca toata lumea ma bate la cap cu o chestie de genul: Ajuta-ma si pe mine la compunerea x,da-mi si mie o idee la y ... profa de engleza/drama tocmai m-a pus sa inventez un script(scenariu) pentru filmul pe care trebuie sa-l facem pana pe 15 noiembrie.Convenabil...Bineinteles ca am grija sa ma plang.Sunt o fire destul de lenesa.Toata lumea se uita la mine si-mi spune:Pai daca ai talent,esti genial... OK.Sa inteleaga dracu' toata lumea odata ca nu sunt Mihai Eminescu II ci doar unul care stie sa bata campii cu gratie,eventual leaga binisor cuvintele intre ele.Culmea ca cei care mi-o zic n-au citit in viata lor mai mult de 10 randuri scrise de mine.Si sa zicem ca sunt...chiar trebuie sa mi se scoata ochii cu chestia asta?Verdict :Enervant. Cu toate astea,pentru drama sunt dispus sa ma sacrific .:D
Ca tot suntem la scris : am renuntat momentan la "KONDEY" pe motiv de lipsa de chef si inspiratie.Am de gand sa ma apuc de altceva...una in engleza(care ...ma rog,trebuie facuta obligatoriu la scoala) si alta care mi-a venit azi-noapte in cap cand incercam sa dorm. Brainy,huh? Nu mai dau detalii,ca dupa aia iar raman fara ..."inspiratiune".
Am uitat sa postez capitolul de saptamana asta...sorry Oana,ca stiu ca in principal tu le culegi .Daca le vrei pe toate legate intr-un Word,spune-mi si ti le trimit prin mail.In principiu,postez maine!
Oh,da am renuntat la Messenger...Il am pe PC dar nu l-am aprins de ceva vreme...Deci nu evit pe nimeni,stati linistiti.
Cam atat.
luni, 15 octombrie 2007
duminică, 14 octombrie 2007
Am batut Olanda !!!
Exceptional ! Stau si ma gandesc de cand nu am mai fost asa fericit de pe urma Nationalei.Pai de la partida Romania-Anglia 3-2 de la Euro 2000 .E oare posibil?Ne intoarcem in fotbalul mare? Ar fi minunat sa ne calificam...vreau sa spun:Suntem calificati! Trebuie sa fim ...
Am avut norocul sa intru pe stadion...Am avut nenorocul de a suporta o ploaie sacaitoare,foarte puternica timp de 3 ore .A fost frig,ud...a batut vantul.DAR A MERITAT !
Ideea e ca Nationala a jucat prost.A fost o partida slaba,in care prea putini jucatori,din 11 au miscat ceva.Pentru prima data,insa,am jucat prost,dar am castigat.Ba mai mult am avut noroc !Da,noroc din-ala chior.
In afara de Mutu,Chivu,Goian,Tamas,Rat si Lobont,restul a fost "maini moarte".Au jucat destul de slab restul.Au gresit destul de mult,nu au alergat destul de mult(vezi Marica) sau au alergat mult si prost(vezi Nicolita)...dar ce sa mai discutam.Am castigat!
Nu conteaza ca ei au avut mai multe ocazii.Nu conteaza ca noi de-abia legam cinci pase.Conteaza ca Goian a impins mingea in afurisita aia de poarta cand a fost momentul.Am tremurat si mai tare cand Bouma a trimit mingea in bara,sau cand Van Nistelrooy mai scapa din marcaj.Dar am castigat !
Nimic nu mai conteaza...Mergem (sper) la EURO !!!
vineri, 12 octombrie 2007
Nu e viziunea mea despre distractie...
Azi e sarbatoare in liceul Calinescu. Este Balul Bobocilor.Mama,sa ma tavalesc pe jos de ras cand aud de chestia asta,precum si alte chindii numite baluri(Fulgilor de Nea,Primaverii si alte aberatii).Ok,am fost si eu anul trecut la acelasi eveniment,ca de,eram boboc(deci un prost).Inca nu-mi vine sa cred ca m-am dus.Cum de m-am lasat fraierit...petrecand o seara cu totul aiurea,si cheltuind pe degeaba 15 lei ! pentru o amarata intrare intr-o penibilitate de local.
Imi plac numele alea geniale pe care le au:ati ghicit:cluburile.Bal pe naiba,sunt doar niste party-uri organizate.Just a piece of shit...
Toata lumea ma intreaba oripilata de ce nu ma duc.Parca as face vreo blasfemie.Pai de ce? Nu o vad ca pe un mijloc de distractie.Intai si intai,nu stiu de ce-i zice bal...orice notiune pe care o aveam eu despre acest cuvant a fost bruiata anul trecut.In al doilea rand,nu inteleg de ce e al bobocilor,ca oricum tot cei mai mari se duc.Foarte stupid.In al treilea rand,muzica...pardon...zgomotele generate pe computer sunt repetate la infinit,mancand din minut in minut foarte multi neuroni.Deci muzica aia e tembelizatoare... Si apoi,nu vad nimic distractiv in a-mi fi poluati plamanii de fum te tigara sau sa simt numai(am o problema cu asta,recunosc) miros de alcool. So it's not for me.
O sa fiu flexibil si o sa respect faptul ca unora le place chestia asta.Mie nu.Subiect inchis.
Nu stiu daca voi mai scrie pana duminica,cand voi nota impresiile mele(cat mai placute sper) despre meciul Romania-Olanda . Hai Romania !
Imi plac numele alea geniale pe care le au:ati ghicit:cluburile.Bal pe naiba,sunt doar niste party-uri organizate.Just a piece of shit...
Toata lumea ma intreaba oripilata de ce nu ma duc.Parca as face vreo blasfemie.Pai de ce? Nu o vad ca pe un mijloc de distractie.Intai si intai,nu stiu de ce-i zice bal...orice notiune pe care o aveam eu despre acest cuvant a fost bruiata anul trecut.In al doilea rand,nu inteleg de ce e al bobocilor,ca oricum tot cei mai mari se duc.Foarte stupid.In al treilea rand,muzica...pardon...zgomotele generate pe computer sunt repetate la infinit,mancand din minut in minut foarte multi neuroni.Deci muzica aia e tembelizatoare... Si apoi,nu vad nimic distractiv in a-mi fi poluati plamanii de fum te tigara sau sa simt numai(am o problema cu asta,recunosc) miros de alcool. So it's not for me.
O sa fiu flexibil si o sa respect faptul ca unora le place chestia asta.Mie nu.Subiect inchis.
Nu stiu daca voi mai scrie pana duminica,cand voi nota impresiile mele(cat mai placute sper) despre meciul Romania-Olanda . Hai Romania !
miercuri, 10 octombrie 2007
Ciiiii faaaaci ? (in loc de Wazz Up)
Un post tare subtirel si lipsit de esenta in care tin sa subliniez :
- ca desi sunt al naibii de obosit si in seara asta,mintea mea e mai limpede si nu astept vreo criza
prea curand .
- dany36 si-a schimbat(in sfarsit :P) hostul,astfel ca blogul lui se incarca de vreo 30 de ori mai repede.Bravo Dany !
- sambata merg la meci . Yaaaay ! Ciuda Capitalei ! Ii voi vedea pe Van Nistelrooy,pe Van Basten,Emmanuelson,Van Bronckhorst,Heitinga,Maduro etc . :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
- mi-am luat o mare teapa,dupa un download de 4 gb,dvd-ul era un mare fake(sau mai bine spus un low-shitty-quality) - e vorba despre Iron Maiden -2002- Rock In Rio
- urmaresc cu foarte mult interes pe cel mai penibil canal din Romania(ProTv) ,serialul Prison Break.Foarte palpitant.Recomand !
- pe www.carcotasii.ro ,se face preselectie pentru noi bebeluse.Am avut putin timp si am navigat printre "concurente" .Printre foarte multe fufe maneliste am gasit si cateva foarte frumusele...Imi pare rau ca nu am pastrat linkurile.
- si ca o stire bomba...o fata de la noi din clasa este amenintata cu scaderea notei la purtare,eventual transferul la un alt liceu(bine ca nu au chemat si politia) pentru ca ... ATENTIE! si-a atasat sub forma de gluma,la ecuson,o poza cu Snoop Dogg.Foarte tare.Conducerea scolii Rulz!Ecusonul nu este ecuson...ci o hartiuta intr-o bucata de plastic,in niciun fel asemanator cu vreun act oficial...fiind foarte usor de falsificat(fiind,inclusiv de catre mine).Cred ca toti profii au luat-o putin pe marginea normalitatii cu...disciplina.Insa eu o sustin pe Ana,fiindca mi se pare stupid ce se intampla si chiar sunt gata sa fac scandal.
Cam atat...
Later Edit : Daca aveti posibilitatea sa faceti ceva... aici ... si aici pentru mai multe informatii.
- ca desi sunt al naibii de obosit si in seara asta,mintea mea e mai limpede si nu astept vreo criza
prea curand .
- dany36 si-a schimbat(in sfarsit :P) hostul,astfel ca blogul lui se incarca de vreo 30 de ori mai repede.Bravo Dany !
- sambata merg la meci . Yaaaay ! Ciuda Capitalei ! Ii voi vedea pe Van Nistelrooy,pe Van Basten,Emmanuelson,Van Bronckhorst,Heitinga,Maduro etc . :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
- mi-am luat o mare teapa,dupa un download de 4 gb,dvd-ul era un mare fake(sau mai bine spus un low-shitty-quality) - e vorba despre Iron Maiden -2002- Rock In Rio
- urmaresc cu foarte mult interes pe cel mai penibil canal din Romania(ProTv) ,serialul Prison Break.Foarte palpitant.Recomand !
- pe www.carcotasii.ro ,se face preselectie pentru noi bebeluse.Am avut putin timp si am navigat printre "concurente" .Printre foarte multe fufe maneliste am gasit si cateva foarte frumusele...Imi pare rau ca nu am pastrat linkurile.
- si ca o stire bomba...o fata de la noi din clasa este amenintata cu scaderea notei la purtare,eventual transferul la un alt liceu(bine ca nu au chemat si politia) pentru ca ... ATENTIE! si-a atasat sub forma de gluma,la ecuson,o poza cu Snoop Dogg.Foarte tare.Conducerea scolii Rulz!Ecusonul nu este ecuson...ci o hartiuta intr-o bucata de plastic,in niciun fel asemanator cu vreun act oficial...fiind foarte usor de falsificat(fiind,inclusiv de catre mine).Cred ca toti profii au luat-o putin pe marginea normalitatii cu...disciplina.Insa eu o sustin pe Ana,fiindca mi se pare stupid ce se intampla si chiar sunt gata sa fac scandal.
Cam atat...
Later Edit : Daca aveti posibilitatea sa faceti ceva... aici ... si aici pentru mai multe informatii.
marți, 9 octombrie 2007
Damaged Law
Sper ca nu dezamagesc ca nu este in lb.romana,dar zilele astea am inspiratie in engleza.Dar nu sunt mare Poe,asa ca e usor de inteles.A fost si tema mea la engleza,plus ca mi-a placut cum a iesit.Povestirea originala a fost scrisa de mine in clasa a 5-a.Asta este varianta gold retail. Asa ca...
*
"Is that you?" he shrieked.
Lawyer Nigel Troy was staring at his "old pal" -Jonathan Kruge.They were both standing in the Westminstershire train station,looking at each other when :
"Troy ,you old crap ! Why do I always have to clean up your mess ?Boss send me after you.Seems you couldn't deal with the contract ."
"Rubbish !" Troy exclamed .Listen Kruge,we cannot deal with problems like these.We need an exorcist ! "
''What are you saying ?It was just a formality .You were to convince old Thaddeus Jones to sell his property for the Boston Project.What are you saying there? You got mad ?"
"After you will listen through what I've been to,you will call an exorcist with me !"
Lawyer Nigel Troy was staring at his "old pal" -Jonathan Kruge.They were both standing in the Westminstershire train station,looking at each other when :
"Troy ,you old crap ! Why do I always have to clean up your mess ?Boss send me after you.Seems you couldn't deal with the contract ."
"Rubbish !" Troy exclamed .Listen Kruge,we cannot deal with problems like these.We need an exorcist ! "
''What are you saying ?It was just a formality .You were to convince old Thaddeus Jones to sell his property for the Boston Project.What are you saying there? You got mad ?"
"After you will listen through what I've been to,you will call an exorcist with me !"
*
It was Friday morning when I was at the Jones property .I was ,of course, going to pay a visit to Mr.Jones,the only one in charge with the whole property .I was welcomed by this strange fellow called Percivall,who invited me in the garden ,where I was to meet Thaddeus Jones.I had everything ready ,including those £ 1,5 million which we were ready to pay for the Boston Project.It had passed over half an hour ,and still Mr.Jones was not there .I was starting to get bored,and also ,the tea which Percivall left was getting cold. And I,of course would not have drink without my host.That would have been unpolite .And I am ,of course, a gentleman .
Then,this strange wind started to blow ,giving me the creeps and giving wings to my hat,which flew away .I ran for it but I was no match for the speed of the wind .I am ashamed to say that I ran like Alice in Wonderland,without seeing where I go .I found myself into a huge maze,obviously a part of the garden ,but I could not find the exit.I roamed for a while,until I saw this light coming from the center of the maze.I was precaucios of course,but still,I had no idea where I was.
The light came from this strange globe,placed on top of a column.I've approached and horrified I saw strange little creatures inside of it ; they were like demons...black,flying demons,fighting and screaming to each other. I know it sound foulish but I touched the globe.I was so frightened.One of the demons bit me.Then I felt I was...transforming.My skin got darker,wings had grew on me.I had become one of them.Then all I could remember was that I engaged in fight another demon ,and that's it.
I woke up,God knows after how ling,near the globe...and I was all right.Near me was Percivall:
"Your name,is Nigel Edward Clark Troy,is it not ? " he asked.
"Yes it is...wait a minute ! How do you know my name ?"
"Mr.Jones has his sources..." he smiled
"But how did you know my full name? "
"Deep sources,may I say "
Then I heard this strange whisper,which was coming from the globe ,which was now looking just like anyother garden accesory.The whisper said :"Run away lad ! Leave this place !".
Then I looked at Percival,which was not looking human at all.Then I ran away...
Then,this strange wind started to blow ,giving me the creeps and giving wings to my hat,which flew away .I ran for it but I was no match for the speed of the wind .I am ashamed to say that I ran like Alice in Wonderland,without seeing where I go .I found myself into a huge maze,obviously a part of the garden ,but I could not find the exit.I roamed for a while,until I saw this light coming from the center of the maze.I was precaucios of course,but still,I had no idea where I was.
The light came from this strange globe,placed on top of a column.I've approached and horrified I saw strange little creatures inside of it ; they were like demons...black,flying demons,fighting and screaming to each other. I know it sound foulish but I touched the globe.I was so frightened.One of the demons bit me.Then I felt I was...transforming.My skin got darker,wings had grew on me.I had become one of them.Then all I could remember was that I engaged in fight another demon ,and that's it.
I woke up,God knows after how ling,near the globe...and I was all right.Near me was Percivall:
"Your name,is Nigel Edward Clark Troy,is it not ? " he asked.
"Yes it is...wait a minute ! How do you know my name ?"
"Mr.Jones has his sources..." he smiled
"But how did you know my full name? "
"Deep sources,may I say "
Then I heard this strange whisper,which was coming from the globe ,which was now looking just like anyother garden accesory.The whisper said :"Run away lad ! Leave this place !".
Then I looked at Percival,which was not looking human at all.Then I ran away...
*
Kruge looked amused at his lawyer fellow.Troy really looked scared.
"Having nightmares again,Troy?"
"I sware to you,it's the truth !"
"I shall see that" Kruge said,taking his briefcase and waving his hand to a carriage.
"And I shall go with you,to see your face when you'll see I'm right" Troy muttered.
The two lawyers were now going to the Jones property.And Mr.Jones was waiting for them...
"Having nightmares again,Troy?"
"I sware to you,it's the truth !"
"I shall see that" Kruge said,taking his briefcase and waving his hand to a carriage.
"And I shall go with you,to see your face when you'll see I'm right" Troy muttered.
The two lawyers were now going to the Jones property.And Mr.Jones was waiting for them...
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