stop crying your heart out

living in the shadow of a great person is an honour.

living in the shadow of a lame-life is a disgrace.

having nothing to say.

having to obey orders.

much like the slaves in the 1800's.

it's a crying shame.

just do something about it. it's not like the end of the world if you step up for yourself and speak you freakin mind. but that is only up to you after all.

after all, who am i to judge what's a persons likings right?

even so, being psychologically tortured couldn't be the most pleasant way of spending you days could it?
even for a masochist.

stop eloping to you world, the one you are aware it doesn't exist. that's only useful when you already have a certain amount of life.

when you have none, you must create it.

be your own GOD!

my name is Jane. is it?

right!

so how 'cool' is it to be james bond?

working for the MI-6...being so smart, hot and well...so chuck norris wannabe?

probably every guy wants to be him, every girl wants to shag him!

nice.

now then, how many of you now about the MI-5? ey?

not many i reckon.

don't look into it...(shait, maybe they're watching me right now and they'll be thinking i'm some kind of a threat to their national security....well, you spooks, i am NOT stop worrying, ain't gonna bomb no brit - shit, i've said the b word- key, i'm going paranoid).

i'm not trying to talk about how great it is to be a spy.

i'm talking about how so not great it is.

how many of you would like to have a secret identity?

how many of you would like to have a secret life?

in this case, you'll be many, and i'm counting as one of you.

but would you like to do it forever?

you would like to do this for a living?
doubt it.

because, living these lies will eventually get to you.

will eventually destroy you.

you forget how it is to live in the real world.

you forget how to have a real relantionship.

you have no privacy.

and isn't this exactly what we all want?
to have a private, intimate life?
to be safe?
you'd think that working for such a particular branch of the government will give you safety.

it won't.

...

that's it.

i'm done.

i'm done kicking james bond's ass.

i rest my case.

...

and i'm not talking just about 5 or 6, CIA included (don't know about the Mossad haha), but i've chosen the brits cause i have a crush for them (so see, spooks, i'm not against you - apart from the fact you wreck peoples lives, oh well)

e se domani

she woke up one morning, and when she looked next to her, he wasn't there. she sighed. of course he wasn't! what did she expect? they barely knew each other. she behave like a complete ass. she was desperate to keep him next to her. and of course he realised that. of course he couldn't take it!...why would he? he was rich, famous, good-looking, the opposite of her. the only thing she had was her ignorance. her ignorance towards everything 'glamour'. for fucks sake, she didn't even recognise him when they met!
so why did she hope so much? did she really love him that much?
christ, she should really stop thinking about it!
she will go on just like before.
she got up and she was on her way to the bathroom, when she heard noises from the kitchen. she got scared...but still, she went there to see.
and there he was! making breakfast. so simple, so easy. she was shocked.
he turned to her and smiled. the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
he came to her with a cup of coffee and kissed her. she looked at him, as if she had just fallen in love with him...
after some years, he confessed that her 'ignorance' was the thing that dragged him nearer. that and the song.
love in the key of c.

these cliche-like stories, aren't really that much of a cliche. they are as real as breathing. and one day, maybe you'll be lucky, and find them in your life.

you say you're gonna stab me in my sleep, but you don't.really??

n-o mai suport!
jur k daca nu se opreste, o sa fie or eu or ea.
glont, pilula, perna, apa, bata
nu conteaza
sfaristul e aproape.

definition of prodigal

maine-poimaine ma vezi six feet under.
imi iau papa de la blog...it's overrated...
feisbuc's the shit...
but...
you're all WANKERS...
and i would be one too if i had something to wank off...
jaysus...isn't it the most boring thing eva?

The Lovely Bones

'My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name, Susie. I was fourteen years old when I was murdered on December 6th, 1973'

astea sunt primele replici din ultimul film al aclamatului regizor Peter Jackson. Bazat pe cartea lui Alice Sebold, filmul spune povestea unei fete de 14 ani dintr-o suburbie a Pennsylvaniei, ucisa de un vecin. Ea povesteste din Purgatoriu, aratand vietile oamenilor din jur si cum sunt schimbati in incercarea de a-i gasi corpul.

filmul asta iti va schimba viata. suna corny si clicheic dar asta e adevarul. iti va schimba viziunea asupra vietii. te va invata sa apreciezi si sa iubesti viata.
Saoirse Ronan (Atonement) e geniala. o joaca atat de bine pe Susie incat te aduce in pragul disperarii si nu te mai poti abtine si izbucnesti in plans.
in rolul parintilor, Rachel Weisz si Mark Wahlberg, sunt atat de 'into the thing' incat ai impresia ca ei chair si-au pierdut copilul, si iar nu te mai poti abtine si izbucnesti in plans.
criminalul, Stanley Tucci se 'afirma' in sfarsit. dupa o perioada destul de lunga in care n-a jucat decat comerciale (nu mai putin ejoyable si simpatice), vine intr-un rol pe care-l joaca atat de bine incat te face sa-l urasti cu adevarat.
Susan Sarandon, in rolul bunicii rebele care bea non-stop si adoarme cu tigara aprinsa, e sublima ca de obicei.punct.
iar efectele vizuale pentru care e atat de faimos jackson nu se dezmint nici de data asta.


un film despre un prim sarut pierdut. un film despre dragostea in toate formele ei. un film despre viata, nu despre moarte.

l'ombre de ton chien

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi
Où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs cœurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je n'vais plus pleurer
Je n'vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas

cele 3 variante ce merita ascultate:
Jacques Brel
Mirelle Matthieu
In-Grid

si bonus, Stephane Lambiel - Ice All Stars 2009

the beat of the drum

este surprinzator cat de repede obosesc...
mi-am promis k anu asta nu voi pune gura pe cafea inainte de plecatu la scoala...
imi tin promisiunea dar asta inseamna sa fiu zombie...
o leguma pe 2 picioare...
invatat pentru scoala=note, invatat pentru BAC=yuck, invatat pt admiterea nr1=wtv, invatat pt admiterea nr2=incitant dar sinucigas de greu.
iar pt admiterea nr2 sunt si vesti bune si vesti rele...
nu las vestile rele sa ma demoralizeze si imi continui munca...scenarii iar scenarii, filme, comentari, poze, creat filme...
si pana in toamna va trebui sa fiu o adevarata enciclopedie....etc etc etc...

si daca inainte mai ziceam 'noroc cu x muzica nou descoperita', acuma nici muzica n-o mai pot asculta fara sa ma gandesc cum s-ar potirivi x melodie in film...despre ce ar putea fi filmu?...etc etc etc....
cartea pe care o citesc momentan, Septembrie de Rosamunde Pilcher imi creeaza niste dureri de cap ce n-ar trebui sa existe. si asta doar pentru ca in timp ce citesc imi imaginez ecranizarea...*sighs*...

astept cu infrigurare meschina vacanta intersemestriala....ca sa ma pun la punct cu toate filmele adunate si nevazute...

Mina, 30 Seconds to Mars, Mumfold & Sons, Placebo, the Runaways, Jazzamor, Ben Harper (vechi si noi)
Morning Yearning - videoclip regizat de Heath Ledger
The Summit - geniala idee 30 Seconds To Mars
Hero - cu Jet Li....absolut superb...

check

trecut traseu. check
ridicat permis. check
condus pe ninsoare. check
shopping de craciun. check
shopping de rev. check
hmmm.
impodobit brad pe colinde de sinatra....to be continued