Imi place sa aleg cuvinte, sa le impodobesc cu rasuflari de cafea si funde rosii ca de Craciun, dar stiu ca nu e ceea ce-mi permite soarta, timpul, orice din sfera asta fatalista, asa ca renunt repede la ornamente si trec la treaba.
Cand te-am cunoscut prima oara, era aproape vara si era galagie, asa ca mi s-a parut normal sa faci si tu galagie, si eu sa contribui la galagia de-acolo. Ne-am galagiit impreuna, si totul parea bine si frumos, pana cand n-a mai fost.
Acum, sa nu ma intelegi gresit. N-a fost nimic brusc sau abrupt, doar ca in sufletul meu e un cutit, mereu in teaca, gata sa fie folosit.
Si, dupa ce l-am folosit incet pe tine, l-am folosit si pe mine. Si sangele s-a facut durere mestecata si oasele noastre s-au spart cu zgomot, caci n-au mai putut tine in ele oroarea viselor si a zapezilor pustii de-afara.
Are vreun sens ce-ti zic eu aici?
Si iarta-ma daca-ti zambesc, pentru ca e singurul fel in care te pot construi suficient cat sa te distrug imediat.
Si te iubesc, si te urasc, si totul e cafea intre noi, asa e?
Si te vreau, si nu ma vreau, dar asta e tot ce pot sa-ti ofer.
My life in brackets,
Cause who’s to say
That adding the suffering
And substracting the pain
Is the way to do it
To end it all?
I have no square root
And no limits,
But please, divide me as you wish,
Into white little bits
Of mathematically indulged non sense.
So, The Hunger Games are back, and Mr. President Snow is back with a vengeance.
After all that fighting and suffering and pure torture that both Katniss and Peeta suffered, we were left to think that finishing the Games was a true victory.
Well, wrong. Because Snow still hates the guts of our little Mockingjay, so he kinda wants her dead.
I loved the fact that J-Law managed to convey horror and terror so well. Her face may be ugly while doing it, but that doesn’t mean she can’t act the hell out of desperation.
I loved that Peeta seemed to be multidimensional this time, as opposed to the blank little boy I’ve seen in the first installment.
I loved the resignation on Gale‘s face, even after he kissed Katniss.
I loved that Katniss’ mother (still known as „Mrs. Everdeen” and nothing more) was a real help, and I loved how Prim started to carry her weight like a, well, boss. A medicine boss, while we’re at it!
Haymitch starts to unveil himself and he proves to be a part of a bigger plot than initially though, so… Kudos for Haymitch, you funny drunk you!
Cinna is episodic, but his final scene is tragic and his death proves to Katniss the ruthless of the system.
Speaking of Katniss, she seems a little off at times, maybe it’s because she doesn’t know who to protect first, maybe it’s because she’s just a child with a heavy burden. I don’t really know, but the girl can act, be it a good or a bad situation.
Finnick is arrogant and gorgeous, almost like I was picturing him while reading the book, but the beautiful Sam Claflin managed to give depth to this amazing character otherwise depicted as very simple.
Johanna is gorgeous too, a wild beast that mocks the Capitol with a smile on her face, but her role is still kept at a minimum, so we’ll have to wait and see what happens next with her.
All in all, this second part of the franchise is more compact, loaded with action (I’m looking at you, Francis Lawrence!) and filled with the necessary desperation and urgency that the first movie lacked so bad. I can’t wait to see how it will all pan out, when all the political strings will be pulled by the right person(s).
Everyone’s problem these days seems to be the Sexiest Man Alive chosen by People magazine. It seems that Adam Levine, massive d-bag with sexy abs, is not worthy of the title because of… Well, his douche-bagginess.
Apparently, his abs (and tats, for those into that kind of stuff) are not enough for the title of the Sexiest Man Alive. Oh well, when magazines like People, GQ or FHM start ranking people based on their behavior and their douche-bagginess (or lack of that), then I’ll argue that the person chosen to represent a generation of sexy is not worth that title.
In the meantime, we are left sighing at the abs of Hugh Jackman and Ryan Gossling and we are left dreaming of the ample bust of Scarlett Johansson and the sexy beach body of JT’s wife (can’t seem to remember her name, though).
People do not rank sexy people based on their humane qualities. People do not choose the sexiest person alive based on the money they donate or the amount of children with cancer they help. People do not take into account the fact that some of these celebrities are cheaters and frauds, so why do you have to be sooooooo judgmental?
Adam Levine and his abs were asking for this title for so long, it’s only right to give them what’s already theirs.
I’ve read a lot of shit in my life and I sometimes sit and wonder what books should I add to my collection, what books I should admit that I already read and what books I should never go near to.
My latest effort involved this Young Adult piece known as Divergent, and I must admit that Veronica Roth‘s book was entertaining and fun, though not so deep or special in the sea of special little snowflakes that’s the Young Adult genre these days. I loved that it has a fast pace and a dystopian world, but the lack of originality speaks of the author’s inexperience.
Of course, being a Young Adult book, Divergent deals with love and sighs and mushy feelings, and most of the time the way Roth chooses to deal with this is bearable to say the least. There are moments when you feel like you kinda wanna throw up, but you don’t feel like throwing the book onto a wall or something, so you just keep on reading. I fell asleep with the book in my hands every night since I started reading it, so I guess that speaks for the addiction one could develop for Divergent.
Even though the book doesn’t benefit from a strong female lead (let’s be honest, Tris-formerly-known-as-Beatrice is not quite the role model one would expect), Divergent has a certain charm that comes from the story of an oppressive government and from the story of a society arranged in classes and „factions”. The political aspect of the Divergent world is not so well explained or, maybe, I have too many hopes for this kind of books.
The characters are plain shallow, but in some degree that’s understandable. Given that 90% of the population in the book is 16yo, „superficial” should come as a compliment, really. People never know what they want, what they should do, some of them are fighters, some of them are not. Meh, teenagers, people, teenagers!
Tris is interesting most of the time, but too confused, as a 16yo girl should be. Her romantic interest seems perfect, of course, but she can do it without his help, yo! Four seems handsome enough, though, and I must admit that, at moments, I felt like reading some kiddie Sandra Brown and that was the only thing that kept me reading!!!
I’ve read my fair share of bad books, and Divergent is not one of them. If you look for something fun and easy, that doesn’t challenge you (too much), or doesn’t require much of your time and/or commitment, Divergent should be on your list.
I hate the comparisons with The Hunger Games trilogy, since those books are so much better, everything has layers under layers under a deep sea of shit that hits the fan almost every second, but yeah, the premise is quite similar and that’s where all the similarities end. Treat this book as a standalone piece and don’t confuse it with the greatness of Hunger Games. Also, take these 3 stars (out of 5) I’m giving it, Divergent deserves them.
petals of steam, petals of shame,
who says that i’m the one to blame
for all the rises and the sets,
for all of the forgetten debts
of life and dream and tears and rain,
should i be sorry? am i to blame?
You know I am a little bit crazy and I obsess a little bit too much, but I guess that’s sort of endearing, because you keep coming back, right? Riiiight?!
You already know I love The 1975 (and they love me back, cause I posted a picture on Instagram which featured one of their songs), so I guess a review of their self-titled debut album is needed.
The 1975 is an ethereal piece, filled with synth sounds from the future of 1985 ( 1975 plus a decade), weird, but very familiar. (8.5/10)
The City is angst-y and angry and I love it! It’s my first contact with the band, but it won’t get old too soon. It gives me hope and makes me want to run away, it makes me wanna get drunk and make mistakes. I just love the rock sound of this piece. (10/10)
M.O.N.E.Y. is, of course, weird, because The 1975, people, The 1975! I’m not sure if I like it, because I think it’s a bit too electronica for me, but I must agree that the sound is very mature for the band. I guess that lyrically it does nothing for me, so maybe that’s why I’m not a big fan of this song. Also, very nice the thing with the sax! (7/10)
Chocolate is a very happy song, with a perfect combo of rock, electronica, great lyrics and a beautiful English accent. The guitars are awesome, also the drums, and the rhythm of the overall song. (9/10)
Sex starts out so very powerful, I find it a great song to roam freely on the highway. And, sometimes, this is all I need from my music. All that rhythm, all those issues from the lyrics… Awesome product! (8/10)
Talk! seems, at least after the first few lines, like it doesn’t belong on the album. But musically speaking, it blends in perfectly and builds on the core that is The City. (7.5/10)
An Encounter… with an alien! This is how this song sounds like. It’s an instrumental piece, but I don’t think I drank enough to like this one. (5/10)
Heart Out… Well, in 2008 I had those electronica bands that popped out from everywhere. Heart Out sounds so 2008, but it’s so much better than that. It’s youthful and danceable, so I like it, thankyouverymuch! (9/10)
Settle Down sounds a bit like The City, but with a little more spunk. It is still awesome, but I have to say I was a little bit let down by the perpetual lack of inspiration from the band. (9/10)
Robbers is one of my favorite songs off the album. It sounds so serious, and Matthew Healy‘s vocals are so airy and dreamy. The sound of the drum is a growing obsession in my heart. The whole song is a plea, it’s so filled with love… I can’t even start to… (10/10)
Girls. Another favorite of mine, but this time with a little more joy and happiness. The video is so funny (and it’s directed at Robert Palmer‘s Addicted To Love, so kudos for that!), and the whole song is so fastforwardonlove, gotta love it! It just makes me happy. (10/10)
12 is another instrumental piece that, as usual with me and instrumental pieces, it speaks nothing to yours truly. (?/10)
She Way Out and the guitars. Lovely. Sad. Young. Filled with mistakes and filled with regrets. (8/10)
Menswear is from outer space. I think I’m feeling some Kraftwerk in that, or at least something along those lines. Still, nice to meditate on that. (8/10)
Pressure gives me the feeling I’m back in the 90s. And I wonder where Kenny G is? (9/10)
Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You is, basically, the perfect ending to this perfect album. It’s so peaceful and quiet and makes me love you so much right now! (10/10)
The album is cohesive and the songs blend very well, regardless of the sound they have. The whole aspect is somewhat ethereal and alien, with future sounds combined with ’70s synths, the ’80s sax and ’90s energy. Some of the songs make me want to dance, and some of them make me want to cry, but most of them manage to do make dance while crying. This is what makes The 1975 – the album – so addictive.
Track list: 01. The 1975 00:00 / 02. The City 1:20 / 03. M.O.N.E.Y. 5:07 / 04. Chocolate 8:43 / 05. Sex 12:31 / 06. Talk! 15:58 / 07. An Encounter 18:45 / 08. Heart Out 19:57 / 09. Settle Down 23:22 / 10. Robbers 27:22 / 11. Girls 31:38 / 12. 12 36:00 / 13. She Way Out 37:14 / 14. Menswear 41:13 / 15. Pressure 44:39 / 16. Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You 48:20
