This is my last post for 2oo9. As you probably have noticed, I didn't write much in the past month and that's mainly because I've been spending my time making graphic design and then enjoying the Holidays with my good friends, the Aliens (and Predators).

I'm not very inspired to write here for the moment, so I'd rather wait until it comes back than writing bad posts just to write. Everybody has moments of lack of inspiration in certain domains, my inspiration for writing is on hold so that my graphic inspiration blossoms, you can never have all at once, eh?

I'm hoping to find my readers in a better new year than this one. I'm signing off now. See you in 2o1o!


Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! I will be spending Christmas in my dreamworld, it's AWESOME!


Poll Conclusion #2

I was glad to see that most people celebrate Christmas. Although I don't spend it with friends [being away], I still like the atmosphere. So, most of my voters will spend it with family - it was to be expected. I'll spend it with my family as well, after all, Christmas is about the family. I would lie if I'll say that I won't also spend it alone, especially on the 24th when I have my tradition is to watch the Alien Series.
To the one who hasn't decided yet: I wonder what he/she'll do. I'm always curious to see how others celebrate. :)


Poll Conclusion #1

After every poll, I will make a small "summary" with the either good or bad conclusions that I draw from what I see in the results.

I was really pleasantly surprised that nobody voted for money, although I allowed multiple choices, which makes it easier for people to decide: you don't have to choose only ONE, so you won't sit and wonder "ahhh which one am I thankful for FOR REAL?". I also see that most of the voters are grateful for real friendship - a rare good - and music (after all, Nietzsche was right "Without music, life would be a mistake.").

I wonder who was the one who voted for "Nothing". I would like him/her to expand a bit, it's sad to see that someone doesn't feel thankful for anything.

Anyway, I am glad that I got 14 votes, I hope in time I will see 1000 votes written under the poll. :)

Oh and happy birthday dad! [12.04.2009]



Azi e Ziua Nationala a Romaniei. Mi-ar fi placut sa fi fost la Alba Iulia si nu pentru a manca sarmalele gratis, ci pentru ca pana acum n-am ajuns niciodata la Alba Iulia de 1 Decembrie. Eh, poate la anu'.

Pana atunci, am facut un "stamp" pentru Romania :)



Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!



Thanksgiving Day is approaching and I always liked and respected its idea. Unfortunately, Romanians took what's worst from the American advertised traditions and the best example is Valentine's Gay, the pretext to fuck, to buy cheap "presents" and be desperate to find a date with the excuse that you don't want to spend Valentine's Gay all by yourself. It doesn't matter that we already have our OWN celebration of love [Dragobete], finding pretexts to be false is always good.

They should have taken Thanksgiving Day instead, because it's a day of introspection, of awareness, of coming close to the people and things that mean the most to you. I guess this isn't en vogue around here. So I will celebrate it without a traditional dinner or anything of the sort, simply in honor of the people and things that I am grateful for.



No vampire has yet been born to commit me to immortality. I have grown a cold heart, even the feelings froze. He's tied up to someone, but that is null. All awaits me to divide and conquer. God knows how well I conquered, this bond between us that separates people's reality from mine.

They gave it many names: from mild schizophrenia to denial. In reality, it's power: the power to create and pursue your own reality instead of giving in to what others want, instead of being what others want you to be, to be FREE. Freedom is power. And I am free.

Nobody has earned their right to give me the guidelines of my own reality. Nobody has earned their right to lead my mind. Nobody will. I have rejected your "reality" as you have rejected mine. The difference is that while you feel empty and frustrated because you gave up your dreams - with every childhood dream you fail, I come alive.
[Photo © 2009, The Elder]



© 2009, The Elder
Azi vreau sa-i desfiintez (in scris macar) pe cacanarii care vin la patinoar si rad de cei care patineaza si nu oricare cacanari, ci cei care nici macar nu se incumeta sa isi arate talentul la patinaj. Dupa vreo 13 ani de "pauza" datorata unui eveniment neplacut, eu nu am mai pus patina pe gheata, doar mergeam cu prietena mea si stateam pe margine, in afara. In final, ea m-a convins sa patinez din nou, ceea ce a fost o provocare. Am re-invatat sa patinez si pana la urma a fost foarte distractiv. Anul asta mi-am cumparat patine, pentru ca ideea de a-mi BAGA PICIOARELE in mizeriile alea de inchiriat, dupa toti "ciupercarii", nu ma incanta. Dar imi amintesc ca destul de mult timp am mers pe langa mantinela, ca orice incepator. Dupa cateva zile m-am desprins de ea si am inceput sa merg singura, normal, destul de aproape de margine, ca sa pot sa ma prind cand cad. :))

In fiecare seara dadeam de subspeciile care se postau in afara patinoarului si veneau numai ca sa-i deranjeze pe oameni, preferand incepatorii. Moda omului de a lovi pe cei mai slabi nu va trece niciodata, dar in cazul asta, nu stiu cine e mai slab: unul care invata sa patineze sau un nesimtit care il enerveaza?

Poate ca suna exagerat, dar de multe ori, daca bati cu piciorul in "peretele" patinoarului sau fluieri tare cand trec, imi pierd concentrarea si normal ca s-ar putea sa-ti dau motive de "amuzament". Oricum eu imi exersez viteza, asa ca va veni momentul cand am sa te scuip intre ochi cand trec si n-ai sa vezi de unde a venit. Dar, sa nu vorbesc numai de mine. Sunt copii sau oameni mai in varsta care invata si nu cred ca isi doresc sa auda "papuse, vezi sa nu cazi" cand vin la patinoar. De fapt, ce dracu', nici un om normal nu vrea. Oamenii merg la patinoar sa se distreze, nu sa va auda pe voi cum va grohaiti fetishismele.

Concluzia evidenta e ca, daca vii sa stai pe margine si sa faci misto de altii, e clar ca "nu ai viata". In general, daca-ti petreci timpul facand misto de altii, nu ai viata, dar asta e in top 5:

5. Iti faci conturi pe site-uri ca sa faci misto de altii/sa te iei de altii (de preferat anonime).

4. Mergi la orice concert numai ca sa batjocoresti ori formatia, ori fanii.

3. Iti faci cont fals pe internet si impersonezi pe altcineva, dai spammuri cu adresa ta de mail si iti oferi serviciile sexuale, iar cei ce ti le cer vor crede ca tu esti ala/aia din poza [asta mi se intampla mie acum] :)) - dar esti tip si folosesti poza unei tipe - asta e putin ciudat, dar ma rog. (ce o sa se intample cand o sa-ti ceara uebchemul si o sa apara moaca ta adevarata, plina de cosuri si asudata de tampenie, nu stiu. :)) )

2. Mergi intr-un loc ca patinoarul, piscina, etc si te apuci sa razi de oamenii care se distreaza in legea lor.

1. Faci misto de oameni si ai un umor la fel de excitant ca o bucata de carne tinuta 2 saptamani la soare [pentru unii esti excitant, dar majoritatii ii vine sa vomite cand te simte.]

Nu stiu de ce am senzatia ca am mai scris un articol despre asta, dar nu conteaza. Ce vreau eu sa spun e ca toti cei ce fac treburi din astea nu sunt nici cool, nici interesanti, nici masculi/femele feroce/fatale, ci doar niste puTZoi fara umor. Multi confunda simtul umorului cu "hai ba sa mergem sa ne luam de alea".

Soak Your Mind

© 2009, The Elder
Today as I was talking to my best friend, I came to the conclusion that there's a problem that I haven't talked about in this blog. And I said "I'll blog this!", hoping that one day I'll make myself a T-shirt with this line.

From the start, I am going to EXCLUDE those who have real phobias of water. I am talking about johns and janes, your average idiot, the "boy/girl" next door. I met a lot of people who, with such a serene expression told me that they can't swim. How can one not be able to swim and be serene about it and call himself human?

Let me start by expanding what I talked to my best friend today, for she hates this as well. So, I said: both animals and humans think, the difference is that while animals think instinctively, humans think rationally. Thus, an animal that loves its owner (X) will think of its owner as what he is because of instinct, because if the animal were to have Y as its owner, the animal would bite X and defend Y. You can say: kids will do the same, we don't choose our parents, blah blah. No, we don't (in some philosophies we do, but I won't start that), but the way that animals think is instinctual, they follow these patterns to act in a certain way, even the species of birds that have only a pair and die when the pair dies, act instinctively. Humans, on the other hand, think rationally - I am not in the mood to go on with this as you all know.

Humans are proud of the rational thinking, saying that this is what makes them the coolest in the food chain (if you don't count the worms that eat us after we die, that if we don't choose cremation or embalming). Well, I love to delay my ranting... :D

Now: how can a human call himself human if he can't swim? If you throw even a cat in the water, it will do all it can to survive. If you throw any animal in the water, it won't just wait to die, it will struggle to survive. I previously said in a post that humans start to lack survivalism more and more. The blunt truth is that humans become more and more idiotic.

People that can't swim should be ashamed of themselves and pray that a dog or any animal will buy them as their pets, not viceversa. I find it extremely disturbing to hear a person serenely saying that they cannot swim. It is not something that others should reply with "ah, that's ok", but with "how the hell not??" When you meet someone that says that they cannot swim, humiliate them. If you say that I teach you unorthodox things, then I wonder if laying down and dying like a rag is more orthodox.

There is no excuse to not know how to swim. OH and right now I remembered: the idiots who can't swim and lack survivalism, as I said, are MOST of the ones who go in the deepest waters and then get (post mortem) famous for being the brainwrecks who crossed the barriers. That's because lack of survivalism is linked to idiocy and here I gave you the argument. You don't believe me? Be more careful when you hear this kind of news: in most cases you will hear that the person didn't know how to swim.

Instead of bashing me because you feel "attacked" (which will not turn me into a non-swimmer and will not change my life in any way), go learn how to swim, it might save your life and you won't be just another helpless and annoying wreck OR be a lame-ass in your 30s with those air filled swimming "pillows" for children. :))))) Oh I'll die laughing lookin' at you!



In a society where luxury has become more important than health, a person whose priorities are in the lines of survivalism might go insane. I am not sure if Nietzsche said that, but someone I know said LONG ago that what people are starting to lack is the instinct of survival. Take it from the easiest examples: parents let their fat kids eat from McDonald's, buying them 2 menus in a row; a girl said: "If I had to choose between make up and food, I'd choose the make up"; people spend money on FUR and JEWELLERY and MAKE UP, but hardly have teeth in their mouths, people take small children in crowds, so on and so forth.

Luxury is the biggest sign of idiocy. I hate luxury to the point of vomit. I hate it because it has become the one dream of mankind, the one purpose, the one thing to be promoted, breeding superficiality and the love for the earthly. It is on the same spot as my hate for bad grammar.

Now, people should never charge health. Yes, that means that the STATE [whatever state there is] should pay for researching cures for diseases and anything about medicine and ELITISM should be ABOLISHED in the health's domain. You have to be rich to be healthy, you have to be rich to be cured, you have to be rich to... Fuck rich. Fuck you all who endorse such mentalities and political structures.

It is a sign that the society is diseased. I always considered the health system to be like a house's bathroom. Who likes a house with a dirty bathroom (I am talking about normal people)? When a restaurant's bathroom is dirty, a normal person is starting to lose his trust in their services. Of course, the pigs like you who live in luxury don't have to see a dirty bathroom (/hospital) because you shit on gold and wipe your ass with 100$ bills.

I don't care if you agree or disagree with this. I have been once again faced with the lack of care in the health system and no argument that you bring will change my mind. I am narrow minded, sue me.



This is the only reality.


RIP Terry. You're free from pain now. I'll see you soon.


Q & A

I found some questions here and I liked some of them, so I will answer.

Q: Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far.
A: When I caused a car accident and I won't go into more details.

Q: If you wanted to look very sexy, how would you dress?
A: Short pants combined with long sleeves jacket. But without any vain attitude, I can be sexy even in hip hop clothes because it comes from the inside.

Q: What famous person do other people tell you that you most resemble?
A: Mark Harmon. I have a post here to certify that, as well.

Q: What is the strangest thing you’ve ever eaten?
A: Swordfish, octopus, snails, shark.

Q: What dead person would you least want to be haunted by?
A: Ted (Bundy).

Q: Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with? Least like?
A: Most like - Mark Harmon in one of his elevator Gibbs-conferences. Least like - any asshole or smelly person.

Q: Would you rather go a week without bathing, but be able to change your clothes, or a week without a change of clothes, but be able to bathe?
A: A week without change of clothes, but to be able to bathe.

Q: You can choose your method of dying and the place in which you will die. Where would you like to die and how?
A: I don't die. :) Eh, I would choose lethal injection or in my sleep and the place...by the sea.

Q: If you had to be trapped in a TV show for a month, which show would you choose?
A: Only one month? :( NCIS.

Q: You can select one person from history and ask them a question to which they must give a thruthful reply. Whom would you select, and what question would you ask?
A: I would choose many, I am curious about tons of unsolved mysteries of history, but right now I'd pick Ceausescu and I'd ask him: how do you think you'd have become if you didn't go to Korea and you didn't become obsessed with yourself? And tell me all there is to know about the real starters of the Revolution. And tell me: do you think that if you were still our President and NOT a totalitarian, would you have been able to do more than these politicians have, so far? Ohhh too many questions...

Q: If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform?
A: The act of releasing all those poor animals.

Q: You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to correct the mistake?
A: Not exchange, I'd want both.

Q: Would you be willing to commit perjury in court for a close friend? What if your lie would save his life?
A: Anytime, anywhere.

Q: Would you be willing to eat a bowl of live crickets for $40,000?
A: Even for less. I have living crickets at home, offer me $40,000 and I'll feast.

Q: Would you be willing to give up sex for one year if you knew it would give you a much deeper sense of peace than you have now?
A: Certainly. Even more than one year if it's necessary.

Q: If you could have anyone locked in a room so that you could torment them for a day, whom would you choose, and how would you torment them?
A: I won't give her name because she is known and she might oh-so sue me for such "calomny". If you want, I will disclose her name in private. What I'd do? Fuck her with a metal rod for a few hours, until she gets tired of so much sex.

Q: Do you feel that children should be sheltered from unhappiness?
A: Yes. But all people who have real feelings and desire love, peace and friendship should be sheltered from unhappiness..

Q: The children living next door are being horribly abused by their parents. The only way to stop the abuse is to adopt the children and care for them in your home. Would you?
A: No, I would go to the Police. Come on, this is SF.

Q: If you could have personally witnessed one event in history, what would you want to have seen?
A: The Holocaust. I'd have shaken the minds of several "people".

Q: What rights should the father have if his unmarried girlfriend wants an abortion?
A: To advise her what's best for his daughter.

Q: Would you generally be overdressed or underdressed at a party?
A: Underdressed.

Q: If you could wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else currently living, would you do so? Whom would you pick?
A: Meh...Pam Dawber. But I wish I would still be me.

Q: Would you have one of your fingers surgically removed if it guaranteed immunity from all major diseases?
A: Yes. Boy, then I'd smoke 3 a day. :))

Q: Have you ever been sexually attracted to a family member or a person of an inappropriate age? How did you deal with it?
A: Family member - no. Inappropriate age - define. I have ALWAYS been attracted by older men. Is 58 inappropriate?

Q: If you could be any age again for one week, what age would you be?
A: 10.

Q: What outfit or article of clothing do you like to see your spouse wearing the most?
A: Ohh, anything would look good on his beautiful body. I'd prefer hoodies and jeans though.


I Drew Jack!

I have always had the complex that I can't draw, especially being surrounded by two parents who are both painters and designers and my best friend, who is very talented with drawing. But tonight I wanted to see if I can surpass myself. :) I picked Jack Skellington. Now, I wanted to see if I can draw him, but not just like that, but with a semi-facial expression as well. You know, his eyes are very expressive. I am just glad I managed to do it, it's a SIMPLE drawing, but I have NO TALENT, so don't expect me to start with complex portraits. Another reason that made me smile was that I managed to draw this with my RIGHT hand and I am a leftie. So I can draw, after all. Not great, not awesome, but I can.

Note: I didn't use ANY photo/template over it, I just looked at a photo and drawn after it, but without putting it OVER my drawing, so it is from scratch. I spent half an hour on the left eye, but oh well. :) I am not saying this because it was oh-so hard to draw, but because I couldn't even draw this before. I guess my mom was right when she recently told me that all I do is to block my mind from considering to do it.

I love how it came out and I love Jack. Now I have my own little Jack, made with Paint:


The Few, The Proud...

Semper Fi to US Marines everywhere. I know I'm one day late, being 11 here already, but there, where most of you guys are, it's still the 10th. My thoughts are with you guys, come home safe. I'll salute my online Marine friends too, I met a couple of awesome Devil Dogs and supporters on vampirefreaks!

Taken from

"Becoming a Marine is a transformation that cannot be undone, and Semper Fi reminds us of that. Once made, a Marine will forever live by the ethics and values of the Corps. There is no such thing as an ex-Marine. "

...and from

"What is left unsaid in the motto is also notable. The phrase is "Always faithful." It isn't "Sometimes Faithful." Nor is it "Usually Faithful," but always. It is not negotiable. It is not relative, but absolute. Who is always faithful, though. and to what, exactly are they faithful? Interestingly, the simplicity of the phrase and the calculated neglect to specify its parameters seems to strengthen it. Marines pride themselves on their straightforward mission and steadfast dedication to accomplish it. Things do not need to be spelled out for them; they know what it means and what to do about it.

Even the use of Latin must make them uncomfortable, because they shorten an already-short motto to the more colloquial "Semper Fi." This does not misrepresent the phrase; it simply symbolizes the ability of common people to become part of a brotherhood that demands more of its members than any other comparable group in the world. "


...and that makes you original because...?

A trecut ceva timp de cand nu m-am mai luat de cacatismul "originalilor" din jurul meu. M-au acaparat prin originalitatea fabuloasa de care dau dovada si de aceea tin mortis sa ii onorez cu o postare din asta mai ragaita.

1. De ce majoritatea tipelor cu pretentia de a fi goth trebuie sa aiba poze cu ele cazute pe jos, de preferat in cimitir, cu o mana aproape de cap (palma in jos si flexata catre obraz) si cu cealalta atarnand? De ce? Pai, mai fetelor, voi faceti subcultura goth de cacat, pentru ca oamenii astia sunt veseli si plini de viata si/sau danseaza ca Robert (The Cure), nu stau atarnati pe vreo cruce si-si taie venele din "iubire". Uneori, pozele astea sunt artistice, dar deja devine penibil sa vezi fete frumoase, care ar arata asa dragut dansand in fusta si cizme, prelingandu-se prin cimitire sau in orice loc mai "tomnatic". Eu dac-as fi vreun mort pe-acolo, le-as bantui, pe bune. :) Sincer, mi-ar placea sa vad o fata dansand psihedelic (intr-un cimitir, daca trebuie neaparat) in locul puzderiei de triste. Am vazut atatea incat deja a devenit cliseu.

2. Sa-mi explice si mie cineva de ce daca (s)pui "gen" la sfarsitul unei propozitii/fraze, te face sa te simti mai original. Am vazut o tona de statusuri: "la munca...gen", "cu iubi...gen" (bine, ca pe alea cu "cu iubi" am sa le comentez dupa asta). Nu inteleg logica, adica daca spui "gen", ce spui tu devine mai interesant sau...? Eu (cred ca) stiu ce e: un fel de traducere la "like", dar stiti cat de penibil suna? Nu? Lasa asa, mai am motive sa ma amuz.

3. "Cu iubi/orice nume de iubit etc". Mai am nevoie sa adaug ceva? Nu te transformi intr-o femeie de succes daca ai un iubi si nici nu le faci pe fetele fara iubi sa fie geloase. De ce nu va puneti voi si status cu "ma cac", daca tot ne spuneti tot ce faceti si cu cine sunteti pe messenger? :)

4. Vand UGGS. Nu port asa ceva si le-am primit cadou. Sunt nr 41, noi noute, maro, nepurtate niciodata, in jur de 1 milion. Am sa le fac o poza. Mi se par hidoase si, pe langa pantalonii lasati pana se vad juma' din chiloti, daca adaugi UGGS chiar ca arati ca oamenii strazii. Asta da reclama! :)) Asa ca scapati-ma pe mine de rusine si cumparati-le.



Two things that I've heard recently about how one can morph into another by meditating. I could interpret it as a sort of buddhist "thoughts shape you" theory or I could simply give into my rather melodramatic state and say that sometimes, a love or friendship that is not consumed in the earthly ways can be more tangible than the so-called reality. OR I can just try to remember who had that quote, like: "You look a lot at something, you become that something".

When it comes from the outside, from people that don't have much contact with me, then it's more striking. Take it like this: if a good friend tells you that you look bad with a cloth, you will not wear it anymore and not take much offense, but if a stranger or an acquaintance tells you the same thing, you're more embarrased. At least I'd be. Well, a good acquaintance told me this:

"...saw the thumbnail picture and thought it was you. donno if that's a compliment or an offense". The photo she meant is this:

No, I don't look like a man and no, I don't have blue eyes, but maybe it's what's inside that comes at the surface and makes two people that seem to not have contact, morph into each other. It is not the first time I hear this and each time I do, I am euphoric. As I said, he IS my mentor and the apprentice's task is to become one with the mentor. My mother said to me the same thing a few times when she saw a certain photo of him and not to mention my best friend, who makes me euphoric every day. Another friend from vampirefreaks said that we MAKE a great couple. :) Note that she didn't say "would". :D

So, it can NEVER be an offense, but the greatest compliment. To be able to morph into my role model, that is the ultimate priviledge. So, you'll find me here:



Omegle time:

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hi. i'm a serial killer.
Stranger: hi
Stranger: me too
You: that's good. how many victims so far?
Stranger: 24
Stranger: you
You: 35+. not sure if the last two survived or not.
Stranger: nice
Stranger: what do you do with the bodies
You: I fuck them.
You: you?
Stranger: me too
You: aaaaaaa that's so good. we match!
Stranger: i have sex with their intestiens
You: oh yeah!
You: I hide them in the forest
You: so that nobody can find them :D
Stranger: i burn them in my specialy made fernus
You: ahhh I'm jealous.
You: have you been arrested yet?
Stranger: no
You: I'm on death row now.
You: But I promised I'll tell them where they are if they give me a few more years.
Stranger: nice deal
You: they want to electrocute me.
Stranger: uu
Stranger: thats nice
You: I'll have a nice figure after I'm dead.
Stranger: muahahah
You: when was your last kill?
Stranger: this morning
You: Ah I envy you.
You: Could you fuck them for me, too?
You: I'm kind of deprived.
Stranger: no problem they are still fresh
You: don't you like them lifeless in your hands?
You: ohhh I miss that...
Stranger: the sweet smell of bodies in the morning
You: oh yeah
You: I'm going to get out of this prison and resume my mission.
You: I need to reach at least 100.
Stranger: how do you select your victims
You: Well I go for dark haired girls usually.
You: you?
You: they said that dark haired girls are the hardest to approach.
You: it's a great challenge.
Stranger: i pick them acording to star trek
You: Oh! That's interesting.
You: ever had one that escaped?
Stranger: i always finish my work
You: oh yeah
Stranger: we are sick arent we
Stranger: :)
You: Oh yes. Sick is good!
You: ;)
Stranger: where are you from
You: California and you?
Stranger: im from hell
You: How's hell?
Stranger: its nice
You: I should be visiting soon when they execute me.
Stranger: we have cookies
You: do they serve pizza in hell?
You: mmm cookies are good, too.
Stranger: and muffins
You: mmmmm it's a sweet hell
Stranger: hitler says hello
You: hi back!
You: I'll be seeing him soon!
You: now I have another task: to kill bullies.
Stranger: why
You: they piss me off.
You: picking on people isn't fun.
Stranger: i agree.
You: Torture's good. do you like to torture? :D
Stranger: yes
Stranger: its my favorite
You: we're two mother fuckers, eh? :D
Stranger: yeah
You: make sure they don't catch ya. the world needs more like us.
Stranger: yes
Stranger: muahahhaha
You: we should cleanse society of itself!
You: and make our own society.
Stranger: perfect
You: i've got an escape plan. by tomorrow I'll be joining you in more murder.
Stranger: but first we must get rid of manbearpig
You: who?
Stranger: half man half bear and half pig
You: well, I'll leave that task to you. I have to kill the guards here.
Stranger: i like pigs
You: they remind me of Saw.
Stranger: the saw is bullshit
Stranger: the guy doesnt even know how to kill
You: ah now you upset me. I'll find you and kill you for this. You don't insult Saw.
You have disconnected.

It's so fun to sometimes just play around. The discussion is, of course, a joke. [At least my part is :)) ]


Inspiration Shock

I have been given the oportunity to ask Mark Harmon a question and I realized that, no matter how many millions of questions and things I've to ask/tell him, my mind was blank in that moment. Oh, the poor mind, devoid of its weapons. Maybe my mind was blocking me from the real loving and admiration for a man who has managed to exorcise one of my most destructive demons. I lighted a cigarette and put a large ducktape on my mind and let my innerself speak. The words came fast and easy. I don't know if my question will be answered [in this time and age] and I won't share with you neither the wondrous way that lead me to achieve such a blessing, nor the question itself. It is as private to me as it would be trivial to you. In fact, I don't even care much if the question will be replied to, because my soul has eagerly fed upon the thought of it being answered and now it's satisfied. Spirits don't need to talk through mail [no, that's not a hint of any sort, but take it as you wish].

My spirit feeds in mysterious ways, you'd say. Yes, but it feeds and lives with intensity. I realize that words cannot convey certain states and if they would, the whole core of the state would be diminished. In fact, I realized this long ago and it gives so much credit to words, who* are supposed to express every state that one person can experience [*words are living tools]. Well, to me, it is not a state of mind, but of spirit. Mind works in words and concepts, the spirit works with a fuel from beyond and would react with words like antimatter with matter. I don't care if your spirit works with concepts, mine doesn't and I like to label myself.

I can't be grateful enough for whatever force has put me face to face with this man. I will not continue to stain his beautiful assistance with words.

Hallowe'en Shivers :)

This was a Happy Hallowe'en because I spent it with the best company. It was spookier than any club party! It's fascinating how much your mind accompanied by a couple of shadows can entertain you. Club parties for Hallowe'en [of course, the quality ones] can also be VERY entertaining: I imagine a club party in Holland where you really get scared by the costumes that others wear, not your average witch or vampire. But I found the best source of entertainment: the union of two sick minds. :D Later, I grabbed some fake blood and made a few photos, like this one.

I was rather disappointed to see no costumed people on the streets this year, no trick or treat on the streets, but maybe they were already in a coven somewhere. Don't start with "I hate American holidays" because THIS Holiday isn't American [I don't get this rage against American holidays, if something is interesting, why be so autochtonous?], it has Celtic and Christian roots. :)


Cellular Grin

My cell phone's battery is dying before my eyes. To be honest, this was to be expected, my phone [Nokia 6230i ] is pretty old. But today, I let it go off and my phone went off way before I estimated, so I had about 3 hours of being outside home, unable to use my cell phone.

I believe that I have mentioned multiple times that I hate talking on the phone. I am the SMS kind of person. I don't like that fake politeness that I must pull whenever I answer the phone so I don't answer. Some time ago I read a study about the feeling of security that people have if they keep a cell phone with them. Scientists have discovered that having a cell phone, in range and open makes a person feel safe. They have also added that some test subjects, having their cell removed for a while, sufferred (mild) anxiety attacks.

I must say that I didn't quite believe that until I experienced it. I didn't have an anxiety attack, but I felt rather uneasy and I kept on thinking that someone might need me ASAP and I won't be able to answer...or that I might need assistance. And note, I am a person who avoids talking on the phone.

So let's give a cellular grin on all these scared faces and plug our cell phones back in action.


...you are what you eat...

Stii deja ca detest bogatasii. Nu vreau sa generalizez, asa ca am sa spun mai bine: detest o mare parte din bogatasi. Na.. Au obiceiuri cretine, au prejudecati tampite si cei mai multi dintre ei au dorinte stupide. Obiceiuri cretine - in mare parte, tot arsenalul asta prin care incearca sa-i umileasca pe cei "saraci", pentru ca orice om care nu da banii pe fereastra nu se ridica la rangul elitelor. Elitelor tanpeniei. Nu vorbesc de oamenii bogati care-si traiesc viata in legea lor, de fapt, pe aia nici nu i-as numi "bogatasi", ci doar oameni bogati si atat [si nu vreau sa intru in detalii aici..].

Prejudecati tampite - nici nu mai are rost sa mentionez... Vrei un argument mai "bun"? Mergi printre ei sau asculta-i si ai sa vezi. (Sau am sa ma apuc eu sa scriu cand nu ma doare capul.)

Dorinte stupide - totul se limiteaza la obiecte. Poate pentru ca si ei sunt obiecte, vorba spaniolului, "tools". Mai rau, incearca sa compenseze toate astea prin declaratii gen "iubire adevarata si sincera". Insa o tinichea de 10 milioane de euro e, intr-adevar, o dovada de iubire sincera.

Ce m-a inspirat sa scriu asta?... Pai, ziarul Libertatea are si partile lui bune. Am aflat ca, pe langa creierul de maimuta vie (imi doresc ca intr-o zi sa va manance maimutele creierul vostru pe viu), lor le mai place sa manance si supa de fetusi si platesc si destul de mult pentru o portie (vorbesc serios).

...Si zic de "noi" ca suntem ciudati. Si zic de "noi" ca disecam pisici. Beeeene. Pai, ba, ipocrizia e frumoasa. E usor sa dai in altii pentru ca nu-ti "plac". Macar daca dati in altii, nu va apucati sa faceti alte cacaturi. Inteleg sa mancati fel de fel de fructe de mare [etc.], dar daca voua va place borsul de fetusi cu Dom Perignon, atunci asteptati-va sa fac si eu un misto copios pe tema asta. E ca si cum tu condamni un pedofil in timp ce tu esti necrofil. Ma rog, e un exemplu.

Asa ca, mancati-va fetusii in liniste, tineti-va tinichelele pe voi, lingeti-va bancnotele si pas alergator (pentru mine, sa vomit, mai degraba). Auzi, ba...fetusi. FETUSI!!!!11unu Na o poza cu un copil mort si sa nu ma faceti pe mine ciudata, ca eu nu mananc copii.


Omegle II

Am I the only one who at least tries to have an intelligent conversation on Omegle? I mean, I read its description and the founder is against sex chats. Apparently, people only want to talk about sex [I love sex talks but hell...]. Remember my post called Glass, where I was writing about strangers just talking to each other? It's scary that I stumbled upon Omegle AFTER I wrote that. Anyway, some memorable chats:

Stranger: i'm male and i'm horny, if you're a female you want to have an online sex?if ya don't just leave
You: you're sad.
You have disconnected.

And a normal conversation:

Stranger: and justice for all
You: man, I love Metallica!
You: :O
Stranger: best album
You: YES!!!
You: that's my all time favorite band.
Stranger: Me too with Iron Maiden

Anyway, he disconnected. This site is fun to just chill and get amused. I guess I'll post some crap here from time to time. What does this make you think? Would people ever have a really philosophical discussion with a stranger, online?


My True Nature

Te las pe tine sa-ti dai seama daca e la misto sau nu, desi e evident. :) Eu sunt .Gibbs.

.Tony: de parca ii pasa cuiva ce muzica asculti tu
.Tony: ca oricum iti pui aia numai asa
.Tony: ca tu de fapt asculti manele
.Tony: dar
.Gibbs: mai, o sa te miri
.Gibbs: dar sunt unii care se trezesc
.Tony: vrei sa te dai mare ca asculti roc
.Gibbs: sa-mi comenteze melodiile
.Gibbs: ah da.
.Gibbs: de fdapt
.Gibbs: ce ascult eu e guta
Gibbs: dar am scris
.Gibbs: in winamp
.Gibbs: radiohead
.Tony: da
.Gibbs: e nume de cod
.Tony: si tu stai cu ochii pe ceas
.Gibbs: cand am radiohead e guta
.Tony: si la fiecare 3-4 minute
.Tony: schimbi statustul
.Gibbs: DE MANA
.Tony: il scrii tu cu mama
.Tony: scrii melodiiile
.Gibbs: ohh i would blog this....
.Tony: blog it
.Gibbs: sau cand am
.Gibbs: [thanks]
.Gibbs: scris metallica e de fapt minune
.Gibbs: ca e tot cu m.
.Gibbs: sa-mi fie mai simplu
.Tony: blog, alt cacat! parca exista cineva care chiar e interesat de ce cacaturi scriu toti gogii caizer si mai stiu eu cine
.Tony: manellica
.Tony: bine
.Tony: eu chiar citesc cu interes ce scrii tu
.Tony: dar in general
.Gibbs: asta pt ca sunt un artist desavarsit.


Well, a friend introduced me to a site [Omegle] where you can talk to random strangers. Here's my favorite conversation. :)) I disconnected by accident, I wished to see his reply. :)))

Stranger: i'm jerking off
You: lovely :D
You: tell me
Stranger: we doin a cirkle jerk here
You: want some help? :D
Stranger: haha yes
You: i'm wet.
You: now, reading what ya wrote.
Stranger: were 7 guys here
Stranger: all jerking off
You: and now you have 8 guys here jerking off ;)

Guys, you are aware that men get wet, too, eh? HAHAHHA. Ok, sorry but I HAD to post this.

Oh, and another:

You: Age?
Stranger: 28 m usa
You: Too young.



Just imagine this world, but made of glass or try to see everyone from above, in their daily routine. If you were to be an extraterrestrial being and you would be taught about socialization, you'd realize that people look rather funny from the outside. Don't take this the wrong way, I am slightly towards medium misanthropic and rather antisocial at times, so it'd be hypocritical of me to say otherwise.

Take a restaurant and look from above or even from beyond, if you can. You see tables at about 30cm distance and at each table, there's another world being built. It doesn't matter that it's a world of cabbage and mediocrity or a world of meditation, it is the same. If someone from the outside tries to enter that world, he is being excluded or treated reluctantly. People agree to spend time in the same room/building, but that's about it. Their universe does not expand beyond its current borders.

Take the common transport. People are forced to stay very close to each other and they go insane. You sit NEXT to a person, but you don't talk. You can even get pressed to a person and you don't talk. If nobody in a certain wagon knows each other, they all stay in silence.

And that makes you wonder of something that my partner and I have been endlessly discussing: if I am not there, will everything be the same? A woman wearing blue has just entered the subway and she's going towards a place to sit. I see her. She takes out a book, looks to the right and then starts reading. But if I weren't there, would she do exactly the same thing?... I went further away and thought that whenever I intervene in someone's life, in the most insignificant way, I change that person's life forever and same happens the other way around.

I used to be given one example to how I will meet my soulmate: I'll be in the market and he would "happen to" come there, too and we'd start talking. I was a kid back then, so even now when I go in the market, I am wondering where he is. I am aware that it was JUST an example and if the market would have been the Police, I'd have had shivers every time I'd pass by the Police station. But I believe that I have met one of my soulmates. He just happens not to be available.

I sometimes get "out of myself" and just watch people live. Sometimes, the most normal human existence seems so ridiculous. Animals don't do this. They didn't estrange; when a dog sees another dog, that dog is his full centre of interest. I could say that this alienation has its good parts. How would it be to walk through the city and sit on any bench, next to anyone and start talking to that person as if you knew them and this same thing to happen to you?

I say: it would be overwhelming.



Deja m-am saturat de boala asta a romanului [in principal] de a da aceleasi stiri tampite la TV, de a se plange in ele si de a nu face nimic sau cand face, sa faca EXACT ce e mai cretin. E deja a 15a oara cand aud ACEEASI stire tampita despre romanii care fumeaza si ascund imaginile de pe pachetele de tigari, care tot nu se lasa si nu le pasa ca se pot imbolnavi si ei. Apoi urmeaza stirea cu cresterea accizelor la tigari si scaderea celor pentru BLANURI.

Pai, ma cac pe ele de blanuri si de produse "de lux". Asa va place imaginea de sarantoc infect cu X5 la poarta gospodariei si care abia are ce manca, dar isi bea cafeaua de 2 salarii prin maghernitele de lux. Omul de succes de aici trebuie sa fie snob, incult, analfabet si daca se poate, imbogatit peste noapte, daca nu, "dezbogatit" peste zi. Dar ce e mai frumos decat sa ai o decapotabila in fata grajdului unde-ti mananci slana cu ceapa si-ti intinzi gelul din cap pana ti se incretesc degetele...? Tot ce conteaza e sa acoperiti voi cacatul cu marmura si sa-l vindeti analfabetilor de "lux". In loc sa observati voi cat de fumatori suntem, faceti programe gratuite si usurati-ne "lasatul de fumat". Nu mai vindeti tigari, nu le scumpiti cu 1 leu pe an ca n-o sa ne lasam. Sunteti toti niste retardati. Si ma rog sa nu incep sa vorbesc si despre stirile din sport, ca....

Iar despre blanuri, mi-as dori sincer sa le vad pe toate bibelourile care le adora, bagate intr-o cusca si "decojite" de piele si de fite pe viu, asa cum mor animalele alea nevinovate. Atata ipocrizie - adica daca stai in legea ta, dar nu esti "acceptat" de societate pentru ca nu esti un analfabet snob, inseamna ca esti imoral, insa daca porti blanuri si iti iei yacht pe care nici nu stii sa-l navighezi - esti om de succes.

Urmeaza jocul "Gaseste diferentele": DeLuxe - DeCacat; aveti 1 secunda.



This is where you'll find me.


...."Remember that stakeout in Marseilles?"...

The voice of my redeemer comes in my mind, playing over and over again, like the memory of a passionate event beyond death and life.

Of course I remember that stakeout in Marseilles, I was there, in THAT year exactly, I was there with my body and mind. How come I was there right then, right then?... I remember everything through her body, through those pages of scripts, through the clouds and all the empty rooms of Marseilles, through the port and the ships and all the things that your eyes have roamed upon.

I gave you my love
Though crystalized
I sent you a rose with nevermore
So many years
So many hours
And only thistles on my shore
For all that it's worth
The blood on my hands
Is the blood of divinities
And all that is lost
Sound or unsound
Only bonds between you and me.

If I go will you follow
Me trough the cracks and hollows
And I would be your Cain
If you would be here now...

The Mother-of-Pearl
Handcrafted by God
You're the tower they built to reach the sky
A White Falcon beauty
My mark on your skin
Follow me down the stairs when we die
Your soul is in heaven
Your body in hell
It doesn't matter much to me
In the night of the unborn
Sound or obscene
Only bonds between you and me.

Tiamat - Cain]


My Four Elements Eye project is finally done. The fifth element is still pending...and I might or might not share it with you. Brushes are borrowed from Axeraider70, the photos used for effects are mine, the eye is mine and the only thing that I am not proud of is that I had to use someone else's fire photo, because all the photos of fire that I have weren't detailed enough to get a good texture.








Happy Birthday, Viggo! You've been a great inspiration for (sooo many) years and every year I've this tradition to send you my e-hugs. I hope one day to visit again your art gallery and this time, to not lose the photos anymore.. Hell, you've been doing such a good job with your photography, then acting, singing and inspiring people. So, have a great birthday because you deserve it.

I remember one of my greatest times and that is when I stepped in Odense [DK] and found the museum. There I saw your name on the opened art gallery and I froze. Go figure, not in a million years I'd have hoped for that, although I went to that city especially for you. And I later found out that you left just 2 days before...

You'll continue to inspire your fans with your complexity. I love your complexity! And I am looking forward to watching The Road.

[*] I made this stamp as an e-present for Vig, using Axeraider70's brushes. I'd appreciate if you didn't claim it as your own, even if it's sucky. :)



...I stand before the silent group of reddish trees while I feel black and white. I can't feel the autumn rain or the winter tinted wind and my eyes stare at my thoughts. I have inhaled him once, long ago and those eyes simply swept my sight of this world away. Now I bow to my drug of choice. I inhale his essence and release it through all my pores back to my thoughts. Nothing of this greatness can be shared. I exhale a hologram that will veil the existence of my reality, breeding a spirit that burns.

It was without warning and now I do not want to be saved. I escaped and convicted you all.

Rather nihilistic, you might say and that reminds me of the essay about Nihilism that I said I will post. But this is far from the raw concept of annihilation. See, I don't abolish this world, I just recreate it. I don't forsake the concept of the highest earthling love, I just color it so it can be rightfully called the highest. I am a sign that gets burnt on your foreheads, ahhh how I love that image.

My steps run cold on the pavement and steam rises into the leaves. The leaves become my trench.

[*The place where I stand is a secret one.]


Moment of Clarity

Sometimes, we got lost in details together...and just erased the limits and created ours, which seemed so blurred to the rest. What seemed to be a detail was a chimera: breathing fire over anything that could be decyphered. But then it was you and I, above all, beyond all, burning our paths as we walked away from inhumanity and greed, erasing our traces from ever living in this same world.

I was afraid that what I blurred will never be discovered by anybody and I'll become an antibody of a disease that everybody died from, but nobody realized it. And what was I, an antibody of the world's cancer?

They tried to walk on my burnt path, but their feet were ashes already and their bones started to break their skin. Their life was fractured and so were their thoughts, a poisonous blur. And I laid this veil behind my steps, so that nobody will find me.

Yet, you did. And now we walk together through clarity.

[To my best friend, my family and Mark.]


My Eyes Have Seen You

Hello. Todaaaaaay...I painted the fire blue with my eyes. My eyes are a powerful tool, you see... Sometimes this could be classified as schizophrenia, but if it is, it's deliberate. You can pretty much see the world through my eyes now. I like this. But that's as far as you'll get.

One thing I'm completely amused by is what people discuss on the street. If you pass from a place to one that is 100km away, you'll hear the same shit. How could your universe be limited only to a few topics and words? Maybe this has a lot to do with the low standards of living. But tell me: how can this country go further when students and people with higher education are the ones who get a job the HARDEST while illiterates and living abortions get the easiest life?

I get it...you'll never want to defeat the peasant position that you've earned with so much glory.

But my fire's still blue. :)

Refuse (Resist)

I don't get attached to people anymore. People tire me, no matter how nice our relationship is. My best friend, she is the one that could never tire me (and whenever we fight from little things because we stayed together too much, we make up and feel awesome). Family doesn't count, family is a part of ME. I am talking about people I meet, people I am obliged to spend time with... In a way it's good, for I used to give my feelings away for a little in return and always get disappointed.

I am in the stage where it is my interest above all, whether it's to have a company when I do something or simply just like that. But this doesn't mean that I don't give a damn, it means that I am not looking for friendship. I wouldn't reject one person if it would be the case, but the few last years, whenever I trusted a person, they disappointed me. So I prayed to my God to give me the strength to simply not attach myself and it happened. I have a friendship that I would not trade for anything else. I have a few other friends [2], but the rest of the people who ever expect me to get attached will wait in vain.

I learnt to socialize without thinking that everytime someone gets close to me, it means something real. And surprise, now people crave to get inside my mind and my heart. I don't need that. What I need is someone I can't resist and so far, I have resisted everyone and I am resisting whoever I couldn't, before. I have resisted an ultimate proposition from a man I loved for 3 years because I knew I'd suffer for years after the 1 hour of glory. I am constantly resisting and it's not because I plan to anymore, it's how my mind got educated. But this craving that people has is tiring me.

I am the kind of person who likes to choose when to do something and to make the first step. I always lose interest if a person comes to me and offers him/herself. I am the kind of person who will go at the end of the subway station whenever I see someone familiar, because I hate to be bothered when I listen to music. I am the kind of person who hates small talks. I need balance yet I fall in extremes. So far there's one person who makes me feel at ease.

Maybe that sounds offensive, but if you prefer me to lie, then treat this post as a joke and move on. Love isn't a word to use in vain and it has already been stained by so many pigs out there that it lost its value. What value can a word that has been used in its most blasphemic and disgusting way possible, have? I tell you that it is no value that most earthlings can grasp and using it will only taint it more.

...Are you still wondering why I like Salad Fingers?



Ma cac pe senzatia de cacat pe care o am de fiecare data cand se intampla ceva bun SI DUPA AIA SE STRICA TOT. Adica, ma fac featured ca dupa aia site-ul sa intre in maintenance, ceva ce nu s-a intamplat de luni de zile.

Si, apropo...sunt tristi oamenii care au ajuns la concluzia ca doar pentru ca au citit trei carti de filosofie si caca trei citate si o mie de neologisme intr-o discutie or sa ma umileasca pe mine. De fapt, cea care se amuza sunt eu: daca ai nevoie de o haita ca sa-ti marchezi teritoriul, inseamna ca esti un adevarat mascul intelectual. Si acum e un moment in care a spune cacat imi da o stare de exaltare. Cacat. Am mai avut stari din astea. Nu am nevoie de termeni filosofici ca sa epatez si nu am nevoie sa epatez, de fapt. Am chef, in schimb, sa scriu asta acum pentru a nu scuipa in fata. Altii prefera sa scuipe in fata.

Asaaaaaa. Si acum sa ma mai amuz putin: stiti noua moda preluata de la homeless la baieti [ma rog, si fete dar la ele cica e sexy]? Aia cu pantalonii lasati atat de tare incat se vad jumate din chiloti. Care-i faza mai exact? Adica, daca mergi pe strada si ti se vede juma' de cur invelit intr-o pereche de chiloti si iti cad pantalonii de pe tine esti in trend? Bine. Stiti ca si oamenii strazii se imbraca asa, dar ei saracii n-au incotro...

Unul din filmele mele preferate e Pulp Fiction si al doilea motiv [primul e Tarantino si atat] e ca oamenii aia [mai ales Vince si Jules] isi exprima parerile intr-un mod exceptional. Seamana perfect cu my best friend and I. Da, imi place romgleza pentru ca am doua limbi materne. :) I am sooo glad that she watched it with me and loved it!! In sfarsit putem avea movie referrences din PF.

Asa, si acuuum....veselia:

VF Featured

But of course I will write about this. Funny that I ranted that I was never featured member on my favorite site some days before I got the "prize". :D Featured member means being on the main page of a site with more than 1 million users, feel popular and kewl as well! :D

[click the image and get an account NOW! :D ]

Yes, I am proud of this. It made my day.



...cac pe spiritul de turma. Mi-as dori sa vina un lup mare si sa le sfasie pe toate "oile umane". N-am nimic cu OILE. Dar oamenii se cred deasupra animalelor, asa ca de ce nu se POARTA ca atare?

Si, pe langa asta, constat cliseul ca nu poti sa ai incredere in nimeni, frate. Am ajuns sa prefer atitudinea flegmatica si oarecum de "nu ma bag cu capul in fata" in locul sangvinismului fals al majoritatii, plini de promisiuni si pupaturi in cur. Cand spun "nimeni", nu mai are rost sa spun ca exista cateva exceptii. Insa nu vreau sa primesc osanale [OSANALE :X], dar nu mai vreau extreme, oameni care din senin isi schimba atitudinea si nu stii de ce.

De aia am devenit oarecum antisociala, in sensul ca evit sa ma atasez de cineva si creez imaginea unei persoane care nu iese, nu are prieteni etc. Si ca sa clarific: ohooo ies, dar pentru ca nu imi plac cluburile si barurile de roc (eventual dupa ora 7) asta nu inseamna ca stau in casa.

Am asa un chef sa ma iau de articolul EMO din Libertatea [unul adept emo, NEPROTEJAT de ghearele "suicidismului" curentului emo, a vrut sa se sinucida in acelasi timp cu gagica-sa], n-am stare. Si am asa un chef sa ma iau de tampenia asta de "Fermier, caut nevasta" - care mi se pare unul din apogeurile manelismului romanesc, dar n-am stare...

Sa tineti minte ca daca sunteti emo, va trage curentul. Si sa mai tineti minte ca procentul de taranime [in sens negativ] trebuie sa fie aproape de 100% ca sa ajungeti la televizor. Si sa mai tineti minte ca ma cac pe toate astea [am avut probleme cu stomacul zilele astea si n-o sa fie prea gratios, dar meh.]. Toti adeptii tampeniei sa-si imagineze un cacat tinut in intestine vreo 3 zile asa. Braaavo!

Daca asta a fost scarbos, atunci tarfele din barurile de fite cu nume gen Alisia Partescu [numele e ales la intamplare] si haimanealele cu gel in cap si 3 randuri de burti si cefe ce dracu mai sunt? HAAHAHAHAHA.


I like a nice red lipstick on women, not all women, but if it's done in a classy way, it can look good. And contrary to popular belief, black lipstick can look classy, too.

But there's this new invention that I can't get the hang of and it looks extremely disgusting. Lip gloss. WHY?!... Why do you have to look as if you're drooling all the time? And to add: small flies and insects always glue to your lips and when you keep it for a long time, there's a white line between your lips and it looks as if your spit is dry. Maybe what I wrote is graphic, but what's more graphic is that crap on your lips.

And aside from all that, it's uncomfortable. I wore that crap once and my hair kept sticking to it, my fingers were sticky, everything was sticky, not to mention the prints you leave on a glass. BLERGH.




Sa ma apuc sa spun cat ma seaca toata indoctrinarea asta despre Antonescu? Nu am sa ma apuc, pentru ca nu vreau sa risc, e un subiect delicat. Doar atat spun, ma oftica indoctrinarea asta, iar lumea normal ca va crede ce spune televizorul, nu adevarul.

Oricum, mi-e dor de pestele asta care ma urmarea mereu prin apa. Dupa o vacanta imensa, n-am chef de nimic ce nu contine cuvintele "party, friend, music, out, sun, cola, sea, sand, mountain, NCIS" etc. N-am chef sa bolborosesc mult. Am cautat doar un motiv sa pun poza asta. :))


Stamps & Co.

I've been occupying my geek time with learning how to design stamps. Stamps are another rather useless way to make nice graphics, like icons and such. So I made a few and when I previewed them, I realized that there was NO transparency in that area with the small white /\/\/\/\/ that makes it look stampy and instead of that, it looked like a regular picture.

So I searched for some templates and I made these:

This is Gibbs and I as NCIS Special Agents, haha [my best friend took the photo of me and the photo of Mark is courtesy of CBS, I suppose].

This is for my cult on vampirefreaks. [the background photo is mine]

This is just the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. [photo courtesy of its owners, I am not sure exactly who].

I will put the usual DO NOT STEAL, etc message, but I don't think anyone would steal this crap. :)) Anyway, I like them, they're a way to show that boredom can be creative.



Nope and Jethro:

My Blue Nose Friends :P

Some people get drunk or waste time with nonsense, others just find something to do. Whenever I am sad, lonely or simply alone, the thing I do that always makes me feel better is buying myself a toy. Yes, a toy! I have a thing for toys from Diverta, especially the Me To You and the My Blue Nose Friends. I have over 15 Me To You Tatty Teddies [including my two favorites, Jethro and Nope] and these 3 days I managed to buy myself 5 My Blue Nose Friends toys [a lion, an elephant, a zebra, a giraffe and a duck]. I know that Diverta toys are very expensive, but I'd rather spend my money on toys than on alcohol. I get amused whenever I go to the cashier with toys, wearing leather and gloves and people look rather curious at me. :))

So, I will post a photo of a few of my Me To You teddies and My Blue Nose Friends, as well as my other collections: action figures [ex: Predators, Predalien, 2 iron Predators from iron fairs, Shaun from Shaun of the Dead, Jigsaw the puppet + tricycle and John Kramer from SAW, the whole LOTR Fellowship + Nazghul + Bilbo, The Crow ~ with and without make-up]. I also have a collection of coca cola cans with promotions, different designs, types, flavors, etc and I am buying, so if you go to another country and you find a cola can [CANS ONLY] that has a drawing on it with a promotion or it simply looks different than the usual, let me know and you could even earn some extra bucks. :). I also collect mini-motorcycles and cars.

I love my collections, as childish or lame as they might be. Whenever I buy a toy I feel happy and better so why not?

Excuse the ugly stove, but I currently have no other place to put my cola cans. Besides, it's not even in use at the moment.


Finally, after 3 months, after tons of scenarios, after dreams and suspicions, questions and supposed answers, season 7 is here:


Concerts Seen

A friend once asked me how many bands I've seen and I thought, hell, I never got to post here all the bands I've seen live:

† Scorpions †
† Nightwish †
† Robert Plant [vocal of Led Zeppelin] †
† Megadeth †
† Marilyn Manson †
† Alice Cooper †
† Apocalyptica †
† Negura Bunget †
† Joan Baez †
† Rotting Christ †
† Paradise Lost †
† Catamenia †
† Uriah Heep †
† Samael †
† Therion †
† Laibach †
† Avatar †
† Dies Irae †
† Luna Amara †
† Winterhorde †
† Interitus Dei †
† Dungeon †
† The Sword †
† Placebo †
† Iris †
† Trooper †
† Lauren Harris †
† Vita de Vie †
† MG42 †
† Holograf †
† Felicia Filip †
† The Ark †
† Hathor †
† AB4 †
† Altar †
† Wu-Tang Clan †
† Mass Infection †
† Taxi †
† Suicidal Angels †
† Cap de Craniu †
† Goran Bregovic †
† Implant Pentru Refuz †
† Raza [sucked BAD] †
† Blue †

Hahaaaa! Excuse the crosses, I pasted them from Myspace. This year I haven't seen any band....which makes me rather disappointed, but meh. Hopefully I'll see W.A.S.P. :D [thanks to Michael again].