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Carti si citit

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E Valentine’s Day, stiu, o sarbatorim sau o uram, fiecare cu ce-i place. Dar, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaar…

As usual, ma dau pe net si citesc despre filme si carti si alte chestiuni culturale. Si eram cat pe ce, dar cat pe ce! Sa incep o noua carte.

Nu pun la socoteala faptul ca profilul meu de Goodreads arata ca momentan citesc 8 carti. Mai am vreo 2 incepute pe langa astea, dar am ramas la primele pagini, pentru ca mi s-a stricat Kindle-ul. More on that, later.

Tocmai ma gandeam sa ma apuc de citit Animal Farm, pentru ca George Orwell merita citit in orice forma si, daca tot am facut efortul de a citit 1984 de peste 10 ori, as putea sa continui si cu alte romane.

Dar brusc am realizat ca n-ar fi o idee buna. Gaseam un site online unde pot citi cartea sau o luam de undeva, nu asta e problema mare. Problema mare e ca accesul facil la orice forma de literatura (ieri, spre exemplu, am citit o tona de epigrame, just because), ma face sa ma comport ca un copil cu ADHD.

I don’t commit to books like I used to. Sau nu, de fapt. I was committed to The Hobbit. Pana am inceput Damnation Alley. Bineinteles, am inceput si Cinder, cateva randuri doar, dar oricum… Si mai am o carte de pe Kindle inceputa (si nici macar nu-s in stare sa imi amintesc care anume), si seria The Walking Dead si am inceput si Buffy – Season 8 pe iPad.

My Assholes didn’t Finish First. My Hunger Games are still hungry. Shadow of Night e sortita nefinalizarii, spre linistea mea eterna. La Priest sunt mai departe de volumul 4 de foarte mult timp. Cyberpunk e si el in curs de injumatatire a volumului de munca. Doar Kafka on the Shore a ramas lectura constanta in ultimele 3 zile.

Faptul ca am asa usor acces la carti si dispozitive pe care sa le citesc ma face sa ma intreb daca o sa mai simt vreodata chestia aia cu „abia astept sa ajung acasa sa termin cartea”. Pentru ca acum citesc in pauza, de pe un site sau altul, pe drum citesc de pe telefon, acasa de pe iPad si Kindle.

Si cand ma gandesc ca acum vreo 2 saptamani ma gandeam sa recitesc Shogun si Pasarea-Spin…

De n-ar mai fi…

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De n-ar mai fi dorinte si placeri,
As sti de azi pe ieri
Si cum era alaltaieri,
Si cum sa spun „nu” la tot ce-mi ceri.

De n-ar mai fi pantofi si ghete,
N-as merge in sosete
Si vantul nu s-ar impleti in plete
Rasfirate de fete bete.

Daca n-ar mai fi mancare, bautura,
Jur c-as privi cu-atata ura
Tot ce se-aduna in batatura
Si se transforma-n vin si prescura.

Prostului…

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Din gramada cea mai mare
Ma tot uit si tot rasare
Cate-un prost si mi se pare
Ca tot el crede ca-i mai tare.

Dac-ar sti sa isi aleaga,
Dintre flori ce sa-nteleaga,
El tot n-ar sti sa culeaga
Si sa-si puna in desaga.

Fara sa asculte-apoi
Nici idei si pareri noi,
Prostul este prost si-n doi,
De-ale lui nu il dezdoi.

Ellie Goulding – My Blood

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What I feel listening to „My Blood” by Ellie Goulding…

*air in*

That feeling that doesn’t go away just did – heavy
And I walked a thousand miles to prove it – tired and alone
And I’m caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts – I never know what to do
The color of my blood is all I see on the rocks – death
As you sail from me – silence

Alarms will ring for eternity – destruction
The waves will break every chain on me – I feel like I’m ripped apart
My bones will bleach – time passes, and I am still dead
My flesh will flee – I am evanescent
So help my lifeless frame to breathe – breathing is hard

And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now – God cannot save me now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now – God won’t save me now
With all the blood I lost with you – I am lifeless and torn apart
It drowns the love I thought I knew – but even if I’m all drained, this helps me heal myself

The lost dreams are buried in my sleep for him – I can only see you in my dreams
And this was the ecstasy of a love forgotten – love was, maybe, just an illusion
And I’m thrown in the gunfire of empty bullets – I was defenseless and alone
And my blood is all I see – I see myself with different eyes
As you steal my soul from me – empty and alone

Alarms will ring for eternity
The waves will break every chain on me

And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew

Ohhh, ohh oh [x6]

And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew

And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew

*air out*

This is music for people who feel pain. People who love pain. People who need it to move on. I am those people. Sorry for the analysis.

How To Kill A Boy On The First Date

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How to kill a boy on the first date?
She asked.
As if the answer sat in me,
Waiting to be given to her,
Willingly.
Well, I cannot really,
It’s nothing you can do.
Just wait your turn,
Sit patiently…
That’s what everyone says!
A first date is a first date
And I have no need for a second one!
Well, then, my dear,
Don’t pay attention to what he says or does.
Don’t pay the bill.
Talk louder, laugh horribly.
Under no circumstances
Don’t understand his jokes.
Be as annoying as you think you can be,
And also go a little over board with the alcohol.
Make him want to slap you at dinner.
If he doesn’t, he’s a pussy,
If he does, he’s a worthless piece of shit.
Throw a drink or two
(They have to be Martinis)
In his face
And accuse him of looking at other girls.
Say mean things about his mother
And laugh at his tiny hands.
Ask him about his alopecia
And various STDs,
And suggest his sister is a whore.
If, at the end of the night, he still wants to live,
Hand him a knife.
In his kidneys.
For life.

O pitzi dupa sala

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Deci fata. Nu te du. Stai acasa, cica mai e un fel de aerobic de-l faci in sufragerie. La sala pute si e nasol, aparatele alea sunt tare grele.

Plus ca acasa nu trebuie echipament. Eo mi-am luat decat un tricou si pantaloni, ca aveam deja adidasii aia roz, da’ i-am murdarit pe-acolo si i-am aruncat. Tricoul si pantalonii ii am prin casa, dar nu mai am ce face cu ei. Sunt atat de urati…

Si baietii care merg la sala cred ca-s ghei. N-a venit decat unul sa vorbeasca cu mine, dar de fapt vroia sa-mi zica ca aveam siretul dezlegat.

Antrenorii aia nu te baga in seama deloc. Stai langa aparat, si daca nu-i chemi, ei nu vin. Si cand te pun sa faci exercitii, te pun sa faci cate 8 odata! Deci am vazut niste fete, saracele. Mi-era mila de ele.

Fata, si acolo n-au nici cioco calda, nici cafea. Mi se facuse o pofta de praji cu midgale, mama-mama! Si stii ce-i nasol? Nu poti sa tii geanta cu tine! Si nici telefonul! Am stat aproape doua ore si am lucrat, atunci cand mi-am rupt unghia, stii tu cand, si n-am putut sa am geanta cu mine.

Da’ i-am fentat. Aveam telefonul in sutien. Noroc ca e Galaxy Mini din ala micut. Ce bine ca n-am avut bani de Aifon!

Da’ fata, deci eo nu ma mai duc niciodata la sala. Abia am fost la manechiura. Si nici nu e metrou direct pana acolo.