tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40523325317290559472023-11-15T21:21:44.102+03:00Medicated LogicWelcome in to the world of your filthy uncle Ancarius. This little milestone is an overview of the most basic principle of life, my point of view on the world. Uncle Ancarius won't share things with you....I will force-feed you information. If you hurl it back at me I will shove it down your throat again till you digest it.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-47871196092413193962010-01-03T15:19:00.003+02:002010-01-03T15:28:47.317+02:00Ucigasul existenteiOameni buni ajung imediat si eu la vorba aia veche, oricat de stupida ar fi ea, ca "Iarna nu-i ca vara". Si e drept fratilor. Iarna e cea mai crunta fiinta de pe planeta asta de la femeia incoace. E rece, e umed si te moleseste din mai multe privinte. Si iata stau in casa in ultima zi libera inainte de reintrarea in viata lucratoare si ma gandesc ce sa fac. Fox Networks a intrat in concediu asadar nu am cum sa ma uit la House MD, lumea abia astazi incepe iar sa se intoarca in oras si de iesit afara nu am decat pe strazi.<br /><br />Ninge. Ninge incet si pudred de alb de ni se intaresc coaiele (cel putin la cei dotati cu asa ceva) si nu avem nimic de facut. E zi de duminica, barurile-s inchise si peste tot e o liniste de cripta care te face sa te simti ca ar trebui sa te pui in pat si sa dormi pana la urmatorul mileniu. E deranjant.<br /><br />Abia astept ziua de maine sa iasa lumea din barlog si sa mearga iar sa-s castige painea (si taci acolo ca berea-i pita lichida si se pune).<br /><br />Gata. Ma duc sa ma bag in calorifer cu plapuma si sa dorm.<br />Cheers.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-61631127849160753772009-12-25T13:29:00.005+02:002009-12-28T17:43:20.941+02:0010 rages of christmasSunt o mie si una de probleme pe care as putea gasi in legatura cu craciunul. Multe ar fi neinspirate, unele ar fi neglijabile dar toate sunt enervante in felul lor si din motivul asta o sa incerc sa scriu cateva care chiar ma scot din sarite.<br /><br />1. Ca la orice sarbatoare religioasa cre(s)tina o sa incepem cu cel mai simplu. Craciunul nu are nimic de a face cu Dzeu. Dupa cum a fost facut calculul de oameni de stinta s-a dovedit ca fiul lui al' mare nu s-o nascut de ajunul craciunului ci undeva in mijlocul anului calendaristic. Daca nu ma credeti dati un google pe "<a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=jesus+birthday&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">jesus birthday</a>" si o sa vedeti ca sunt numeroase site-uri care spun acelas lucru. Bottom line: don't argue with science.<br /><br />2. 25 decembrie nu este o sarbare religioasa avand in vedere punctul unu.<br /><br />3. Ziua asta are doar 2 motive de sarbatorit: a) o ocazie in plus pentru baut pana crapa omul si se apuca de viol la prima tipa cu silicoanele afara si b) multe cadouri inutile pentru oameni pe care ar trebui sa-i iubim si in restul de 364-365 zile si si o graza de oameni pe car le vezi de 2 ori pe an dar se asteapta si ei la ceva frumos de la tine.<br /><br />4. Reducerea bugetului personal la 0. Multumim pentru asta.<br /><br />5. Nimeni nu lucreaza. Craciunul este una dintre momentele al anului cand nu poti sa faci absolut nimic deoarece toata lumea e prea preocupat cu bautul ca sa mai faca si altceva.<br /><br />6. O zi de stat cu familia desi majoritatea lumii chiar n-are nici un chef. Multa familie, si mai multe probleme si nervii la pamant. Craciunul este ziua in care atat mama, tata, frati/surori, caini, pisici si toate rudele de gradul intai sunt prezenti cat si matusi obsedate de curatenie, unchi supraponderali, verisori nervosi ca n-au primit cadoul dorit (si multi, multi in plus) isi fac aparitia in speranta ca o sa fie fiecare servit regeste. Mergeti acasa si luati-va webcam ca sa pot sa va dau ignore!<br /><br />7. Cei care chiar imi sunt dragi nu au cum sa vina la o bere deoarece traditia spune ca trebuie sa fim uniti in familie de craciun. Asemanarea pe care o fac la punctul asta in fiecare an este aceea de bombardare. Toti ne bagam in beci si asteptam sa treaca avioanele. INCOMING!<br /><br />8. Mizerie, mizerie, ah...ciocolata....ba nu...e doar mizerie. Cu atat de multa mizerie, plicuri, hartie de impachetat ma gandesc cum arata locatia de depozitarea gunoiului dupa saptamana de sarbatori.<br /><br />9. Grija cu focul! Lumini de craciun, foc deschis, un pom flamabil si lista continua. Inca nu e mare lucru. Stai....ce am scris la punctul 5?<br /><br />10. Aici va las sa va folositi propria imaginatie. Ganditi-va la toate lucrurile care va deranjeaza la craciun. Scrieti un comment cu tot ce va framanta, de la mancare pana la obezitatea de dupa, de la friguri canceroase pana la mirosul de parfum infect de la sute de persoane nespalate.<br /><br />Ca sa nu stricam complet frumusetea serbarii scrieti si ce ati primit de craciun, cum ati petrecut ajunul si cu ce v-o incantat ajunul. Incep eu: luminile. Nu este nimic mai frumos decat mii de lumini sclipitoare in culori neon reflectand pe zapada. :)<br /><br />Cheers.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-23354004711314286072009-12-08T07:39:00.011+02:002009-12-08T09:41:04.174+02:00Nou nascut la varsta de maturitate10 pasi la fiecare 10 ani mergand 10 metrii. Acesta-i definitia mea pentru tara mea minunata.<br /><br />Nu. Nu ma refer la faptul ca suntem incapabili sa gasim oameni politici de calitate sau la faptul ca suntem o tara incapabila de a crea un plan de structuralizare consistenta. Nu. Ma refer la ceva mult mai banal dar care de cativa ani ma scoate din sarite.<br /><br />Suntem printre ultimele tari care primesc filmele noi. Cand restul inca era ocupat cu ultimul film Terminator, noi inca nici nu am auzit de lansarea lui. Sunt sigur ca multi dintre voi ati auzit de filme cum ar fi "9", "Sherlock Holmes" sau "Daybreaker". Si eu am auzit avand darul mistic numit internetul. *spooky*<br /><br />Dar problema mea este ca cinematografele inca nu au auzit de ele si asta confirma bancul vechi romanesc.<br /><br /><p style="font-style:italic; border-style: inset;">Catastrofa globala. Supravietuitori putini. Cei care reusesc sa supravietuiasca urca intr-un avion si incep sa caute alti supravietuitori. Cauta zile intregi, deja stau pe ultimul strop de benzina cand unul dintre ei vede lumini. Coboara si se uita mirati la lumini, civilizatie, un oras intreg neafectat de catastrofa. Merge presedintele statelor unite (supravietuitor find, normal) la un localnic si-l intreaba "Domnule, unde suntem?" la care acesta-i raspunde "In romania, sefu'."<br />El presidente sta mirat vreo 2 minute dupa care zice "Incredibil. Dar cum e posibil ca sa nu fiti afectati. Era un razboi nuclear, etc,etc..." la care romanul "Eeeei sefule. Pai sti tu, noi romanii suntem cu 20 de ani in urma.".</p><br /><br />Si astfel dragi copii am ajuns o tara care descarca torrente la greu si preferam sa ne uitam a filme acasa decat sa mergem la cinema deoarece, hai sa fim seriosi, cine are atata rabdare sa mai astepte 6 luni sa vada un film pe care ulterior o sa injure jumatate de saptamana.<br /><br />La anu si la multi ani copii.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-52193696509413240762009-12-03T12:10:00.006+02:002009-12-03T12:31:26.820+02:00De ce a trecut puiul strada? Ca acolo era granita.Cu foarte mult drag ma dezamageste idea ca traiesc intr-o tara in care literalmente se poate orice. Daca nu ma crezi cauta orice clipulet de pe Youtube in care avem caroserie de Dacia montat pe o caruta sau babute care stau ornamentate pe gardul de la casa uitandu-se la SUV-urile, proprietarii carora (desi) plang de criza financiara ataseaza benzinaria dupa masina de 20+ de mii de EURO si fac turul europei.<br /><br />Avem preturi constant in crestere, taxe care dispar cum sunt platite, o autostrada de 10 ani in constructie la care ne minunam ca in sfarsit am ajuns la 42 de km, politica pe toate paginile principale din ziar, spectacol peste spectacol cu Monica Columbeanu si multi, multi si inca si mai multi prosti care se uita cu atata interes la toate astea.<br /><br />Ma intreb daca viata din tara asta e atat de neinteresanta incat suntem fortati sa ne uitam cu drag la toate cacaturile astea. Daca suntem chiar asa de lipsiti de momente interesante in propria noastra viata incat ne curg balele la cum nu stiu care milionar sau miliardar si-o bagat mandria in gura lu' "aia". Oare cum ar fi daca toti ne-am apuca de munca, daca ne-am ajuta reciproc in viata si daca am avea un sistem bugetar functional? Suna foarte SF, nu-i asa? Ei, uite ca la restul lumii cu chiu si cu vai a iesit miscarea.<br /><br />Prostia e omniprezenta. Nu suntem singurii care cad in prapastia stupiditatii dar suntem dominanti in subiect pentru ca la noi incepe de la varful piramidei. Si cum sa nu fie asa din moment ce avem preoti, frate cu Isus care-si depun cererea pentru candidatie la presedintie? Singura fericire ce primesc din tot rahatul asta e faptul ca seara cand ajung acasa de la lucru rupt de oboseala, am ceva de care sa rad jumat de ora pana adorm. Sugestia mea este sa facem un corporate rebranching, ne aliam cu tara care a cumparat pana acum cea mai mare parte din tara asta si dam cu curul de pamant de fericire daca ajungem sa fim al 51lea stat al Americii in loc sa devenim o parte a Italiei.<br /><br />Iubesc tara asta ca-mi da ceva de urat.<br />Cheers.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-90623396730238800112009-03-06T11:12:00.005+02:002009-03-06T11:52:01.532+02:00Amintiri de ambreiajDragi copii si spectatori trecatori; si aici cu foarte mare indulgenta zic COPII deoarece e vorba de o generatie mai batrana pe care ei n-au de unde sa o cunoasca cu adevarat. Iata suntem aici iar in prag de primavara si stau si ma uit afara pe geam cu replica memorabila "Si tot astept sa mi se-ntample ceva".<br /><br />Haideti sa va spun o poveste despre timpuri de demult pe care cei cu care am experimentat-o imi amintesc cu drag (sau macar o senzatie de melancolie). Vremea in care betia era o conventie zilnica, cand a cunoaste oameni noi era o obligatie......vreme cand berea la halba te costa 19.000 oameni buni! NU, nu e nici o greseala de tipar, chiar am avut seri de betie in care rupeam orice bariera biologica.<br /><br />Poate unii sunt prea tineri sau prea tarziu ajunsi in Cluj pentru a avea vreo idee despre localuri precum Zoro sau Music Pub (the real shit), niste localuri in care metalele erau la putere si dintr-un capat al localului in altul ajungeai in jumatate de ora ca dadeai mana cu fiecare persoana si primeai 5 beri (chiar erau seri in care am ajuns in capat de bar gata beat) si cel mai fain era ca nu erau probleme de grupulete diferite pentru un motiv foarte simplu: NU ERAU GRUPULETE. Motto-ul nostru zilnic "If you can drink as much as I can you're my friend." Poate gresesc aici dar sunt aproape sigur ca nu se aduna peste 100 de persoane pentru a discrimina si a face misto unul de celalalt.<br /><br />Asadar, ce pula mea s-a intamplat cu lumea asta? Raspuns simplu: Cu timpul a inceput sa apara lume noua care stia cum sa distruga tot cheful, lume care a reusit sa ne dea pe toti afara din barurile preferate, lume care trebuia sa se dea in spectacol pana primea o palma si s-o dus plangand la altii in orice eventualitate rupand legatura pe aici pe acolo. Acum barurile bune au fost inchise sau vandute (ca metalarul nu bea nimeni asaca cine sa plateasca factura?), Mateiul a devenit un punct de intalnire de unde se indreapta la cele mai infecte localuri posibile si aici ma refer la localul nostru miraculos tinut in beci (nici nu trebuie sa dau nume si nu, not Janis, the other one) in care seara dupa seara se aduna lume de tot felul (aici ma refer doar la unii....cine nu se simte sa fie fericit....Live long and prosper).<br /><br />Deci dragi copii acum stiti cum a fost inainte sa veniti si puteti sa multumiti persoanei de langa voi ca ati reusit sa stricati distractia tuturor si ca ati pierdut voi orice parte din ea.<br /><br />Cheers mother fuckers.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-11637924961446352932009-01-03T07:00:00.002+02:002009-01-03T07:16:12.613+02:00Hallmark momentsAfter spending your whole night watching some really stupid sitcom that a friend recommended you actually start getting into it. It's hard to imagine how something so unreal and impossible or at the least improbabil can draw you in so hard. It's like when you're six and your grandpa tells you his veteran war stories near the camp fire or the first time you saw a horror flick and you spent the whole night in bed prefering to piss your pants rather than walking through the dark hallway to get to the toilet.<div>But in reality I guess the only real reason we actually get caught up in all these things is that deep down inside we actually want to believe those things. If nothing else but at least for that short while when you see friendship, scolding hatered or love. We actually want to belive that there actually is something at the end of the rainbow no matter how inane or stupid it might be.</div><div>Makes me realize how much I need a friend every now and then. Someone I can talk to, someone that makes fun of me till I'm broken into smaller pieces than a 10000 piece puzzle (trust me, that's pretty small) and at the same time someone you can hate so much in mutuality that you torture each other with the greatest of enjoyment.</div><div>Sometimes I wish my life could feel so complete with so little. Truth be told I really don't need all that much to be happy. A clear sky, a porch, cup of coffee from a corner pancake vendor and a pack of my favorite smokes (whatever they may be at the specific moment) -- and just someone to talk to passing time aimlessly. I sometimes hate my life for all these things. The friends that eventually leave; the only love I've ever experienced washed down the drain in an instance after almost two years; the constant empty feeling in my stomache every morning I open my eyes.</div><div>I have no intention of going emo for any reason and no this is nothing like that. I seriously hate you.</div>Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-59238468091624499132008-07-09T15:06:00.002+03:002008-07-09T15:32:40.691+03:00Tooth fariesLooking back at it now, as I sit here unable to breath, speak or swallow correclty with a piece of textile in my mouth I don't really think it was a good idea. But then again who am I to argue with a trained professional? Amazing enough but true: I have made the cut for Myth Busters today by busting a few myself.<br /><br />1. It is in fact NOT true that anesthetics make you go high. It does make you drowsy. I mean like I could just fall asleep on the keyboard using the monitor as a bedrest. I could use a coffee but I couldn't drink it.<br /><br />2. The extraction is not painful. I honestly didn't feel a thing after being shot full of a siring load of shit. Therefor I do not wanna hear anyone about pains and fears of going to the dentist. If you do feel pain...well...it just surves you right for going to the butcher at the corner market.<br /><br />3. (and most important) The tooth fairy may give you a doller for every tooth you put under the pillow but the dentist takes ~$15 for every tooth he takes out.<br /><br />....oh...and as for the fact that every tooth you lose makes IT bigger is absolutely ture. I mean you should've seen the sheer size of it. I mean, black people used to run in terror if they saw it. But now....!<br /><br />Anyway, before the anestetic wears of and I go back to being beligerant and insane I would like to say that this was not one of my best days and even though it was a slightly uncomfortable experience it can in no <em>way</em> compare to the horrors of living in this zoo you people call a society.<br /><br />Have a....whatever.<br /><br />......................................................................look at the pretty colors.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-3257480353374295792008-07-08T09:39:00.003+03:002008-07-08T09:59:59.728+03:00WAVE TRAUMAYou know what really pisses me off? People that can't take a hint. But that's not really what I wanna talk about. I'm really starting to hate cellphones. Besides the fact that your every second of privacy is invaded by some retard looking for something or someone or just wanting to chat you get all sorts of bastards that just refuse to understand why you can't do some thing or another over the phone. I tried. Really, I did. I even answered somebody elses phone while they were away. I know what you're thinking: "Why answer someone elses phone?". Well, I just assumed that since the person is indisposable and the person calling was a mutual aquaintance....why not? I spent about 10 minutes explaining that the person was away and could not be reached. A menior task that would've normally taken a couple of second plus telling the person to call back in half an hour. But it didn't. It took 10 minutes all in which the person kept screaming that they wanted to talk to the person no matter where they are.<br /><br />Another thing I hate is when someone calls in someone elses name just to pass a message. Not only do I have to decypher the message but I also get the anguish of trying to explain to a person that has no idea what I'm talking about the details. If you're not a secretary and legally bound to calling and are not in full knowlege of the subject, please, just do me a favour and don't call.<br /><br />Now, I like the idea of calling someone instead of seeing their face couse besides the fact that I don't have to worry about the smell and stare at some hideous malformation called an eye socket I can just tell them from a reasonably safe distance what I want and just be done with it. But all the useless or elongated conversations just kill me. The joke's over. It's stale. Get over it, tell your girlfriend or boyfriend or mom or whatever to just stay out of it and call yourself. And in all due respect, call, but make it short. I don't wanna spend the best part of my day (reading comics,watching cartoons, eating baby heads (cannibalism's good, yeah?) or just breathing) with useless and prolonged conversations.<br /><br />I'm done. Don't make me ignore your calls!Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-77152031739839163552008-07-06T16:40:00.002+03:002008-07-06T17:00:46.919+03:00Boooooring....I'd just like to start this days blog off by mentioning the fact that I did not die yet, nor did I (sadly enough) move to another country. I'm still living my life out in hermitage with a bottle of wine or cherry living the good life. The urban myth that I am unable to die or in any way become dead is in fact true.<br /><br />I'm really tired of writing about assticks that don't deserve the time of day let alone the privilege of my awesome brain mocking them. As a final punchline to all the retards considered as a mass I send as a personal gift a box of spider-monkeys to play with.<br /><br />Now, moving along to another note I have to admit that I am quite displeased at the fact that no one reads my blog save a few individuals that stumble upon it by mistake. More over even those few leave without even saying a word. By now even if your screen is small and you can't see the whole post you might be able to see the small button that reads "Comments" at the bottom. I can understand that my powers of observation and the sheer size of my brainmeat could make grown men gasp and fall into despair but all the same I will accept any of your measly offerings to my supreme being.<br /><br />In closing I would like to wish everyone a not so unhappy day and all that....<br /><br />PS: The spider-monkeys carry a high concentration of antrax and pee acid.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-2044826280734137932008-07-04T23:17:00.002+03:002008-07-04T23:43:22.430+03:00VICEI find it ugly myself at some point that i refrain myself from any social interaction. Between work and...well, mostly nothing I really don't have the time or the mental stability to go outside. My mind just refuses to cooperate with the semi-symbiotic creatures that live outside my sanctum. Yet still, for some reason I'm still here, venting my anger and something that seems to be sadness of sorts. Let's be blunt, even if we say that we haven't, not going out means no interaction and even if I eventually build up the nerve to step out without some deathray-thing all I would find would be a bunch of meat puppets all moving to the same jig.<br /> After spending a couple of hours reading a comic series I found myself in a weird vertigo traveling all the way down to the devils armpits, laughing my ass off at the main character, a typically antisocial goth chick and all the time realizing more and more that I need something like that. Someone funny and someone that at the same time hates the world as much as I do. I....sometimes I just don't get how life always manages to give you one over. There. I've said it and all at once. I need to sort out my shit, I really do, and I know it. In other news I finally managed to finish my first big project which lasted 2 weeks and I'm curious to see the first printed versions actually being used. It's stupid, I know and by now you're most probably thinking "This retard's going on and on to no end about his retarded life." and I can understand that. But then again I'm rambling. So how's your day? That's nice. Well, gotta go do something more interesting now.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-39573633559069800692008-06-21T23:55:00.004+03:002008-06-22T00:10:52.998+03:00Uninvited guestsOk, this has gone on far long enough. Now, I of most people understand what it's like to stay indoors as to not let all the idiocy get in but, please, someone tell me, by what extension of the imagination would anyone want to make friends with someone they've never talked to? Yes. I am talking specifically about all the retards that log on to their HI5 or MySpace accounts only to add people they've never even talked to. The following are some of the meniour responses I got after asking why someone would want to add me:<br /><br /><blockquote>"Because you have nice pics :D"<br />"I don't (<span style="font-style: italic;">know you</span> -- personal addition) but why? does it matter?"<br /></blockquote>By what broad term can I express my grief as to what the minds of some of these people might contain? I, personally, am all for meeting new people as long as they don't get any closer than 500m of me but to what ends could I use a person that all I know about is that they have a googled picture of an anime character? I'm done with this. I don't know why I'm even bothering myself with writing this shit. I need a vacation.<br /><br />I have come up with a personal solution to all this and without further to do I present you with....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fZYANehG3cs/SF1tpOuhb8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/liq1ELTWAkM/s1600-h/nuse05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fZYANehG3cs/SF1tpOuhb8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/liq1ELTWAkM/s400/nuse05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214444498660192194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Hangman game. Go play it alone and leave me out of your shit of a life.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-44434939133795570452008-06-21T21:00:00.003+03:002009-12-08T15:26:56.238+02:00Heart-felt "Thank You"Although it's been some time since I've started this blog and my view count is less than exceptional I still haven't forgotten the roots to my manic ranting. So to show my gratitude I dedicate this post to all the people that inspired me to make it this far. So without further to do...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inspirational ranters:</span><br /><br />Maddox - <span class="a">maddox.xmission.com/ - One of the best (even though american) rants I have ever seen. The guy's a genous and deserves a gold medal.<br /><br />Naspa Rau - nasparau.com (discontinued....god rest his web site) - A romanian counterpart of the previously mentioned Maddox that took up arms against all that is unholy in this rotten to the shits country. I thank you for a real eye-opener.<br /><br />IllWillPress - www.illwillpress.com - Ill Will Press is the proud producer of Foamy (the Lord & Master) the Squirrel. As you may have guessed the star is Foamy, a blunt and fearless squirrel, and his owner Germain, a shut-in goth chick, both having a word to say about most things in life. Thank you for the hours of lovely ideas and the hours spent laughing my ass of. May you live and prosper.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inspirational music:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>Godsmack - You've all probably heard of them and if you haven't, go and listen to them or die a slow and painful death by curse. Don't make me unleash my mojo on you.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span>Rage Against the Machine - One of the most inspirational bands that I have ever listened to. A stomping ground for every anarchy ridden brainchild that walked the planet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My biggest inspiration:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>The biggest inspiration in my life were two friends when I needed them. I would like to thank in alphabetic order: Codrin Rapa, a person that opened my eyes to much more than I could've ever imagined and also expressed the attitude I needed to jump-start myself. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and guts. The second is a person known to most by the nickname "empty". A friend in need (and sometimes when I didn't need one you fucking fridge-rapist) that kept me sane in moments where I thought I'd finally crack and start massacreing people. Thank you.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span></span>Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-34525902526487941512008-06-16T23:40:00.000+03:002008-06-16T23:41:53.465+03:00June 16th, 11:40 PMToday I ate pineapple.........I cut my hand on the can.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-62071647649946028442008-06-10T06:31:00.004+03:002008-06-10T07:20:05.300+03:00TIFF 2008E ora 6 dimineata in ziua asta "glorioasa" de marti si eu stau in fata calculatorului cu tigara in gura si cafeaua langa mine ascultand Massive Attack si mi-am adus aminte de ultima saptamana. Pe unde am umblat in saptamana aceea si pe unde s-o scurs timpul.<br /><br />Pentru toti cei care nu sunt obisnuiti cu viata din Cluj sau cei care sunt prea ignoranti sa se uite la afise si spoturi, sau pur si simplu nu ati trecut pe la cinematografe, saptamana trecuta era in Cluj - Napoca TIFFul sau in numele lui complet Transilvania International Film Festival sustinut de APFR (Asociatia pentru Promovarea Filmului Romanesc - da chiar exista asa ceva) in care se putea viziona diferite filme, una mai stranie decat celelalte din diferite colturi a lumii. Rolul meu in minunatul nostru festival era de voluntar. Am apucat sa vad atat filme cat si tot efortul depus de fiecare om ca cei ce vin strict pentru filme sa se bucure de ele fara sa observe restul "problemelor" prin culise.<br /><br />Din perioada de 28 mai pana la 8 iunie eram cu toti o familie mare, cateodata putin cam ciudata, fiecare facand partea lui sau ei de munca in anumite momente fara sa ne consultam intre noi care facea mici mari probleme si dileme cu certuri dar totul facut cu un scop nomil. Pot sa zic cu mana pe inima ca nimic legat de cinematografie nu e asa de simplu precum pare la prima vedere. Filmele sunt grele, orele de munca sunt chinuitoare, spectatorii sunt cateodata extrem de lipsiti de maniere iar aspectul estetic tinde sa fie cea mai mare problema, una desigur chiar pe primul plan. Chiar dupa primele zile de munca deja erau cei care vroiau sa fuga de la locul faptei, printre care pot sa ma numar linistit si eu dar pana la urma cu toti am ramas, cu toti am muncit si majoritatea am si baut la sfarsitul zile cateva beri platite de dragii nostri angajatori.<br /><br />Si daca tot suntem la subiect de filme, de ce nu, sa adaugam si cateva filme care chiar meritau sa fie vazute:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Paranoid Park/Paranoid Park </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">(Franta-SUA, 2007)<br /><br /></span>Alex, interpretat de Gabe Nevins, un teenager tipic, skateboarder, isi gaseste viata destramanduse in urma uciderii a unui paznic la parcul feroviar. Anchetat de politistul Richard Lu cat timp parintii lui sunt pe cale de divort iar prietena lui virgina, Jennifer il streseaza cu probleme tipic tineresti el ajunge sa ne arate ultimele zile din viata lui prin notitele lui in Paranoid Park.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prabusirea Casei Usher</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Franta-SUA, 1928)<br /><br /></span>Un film mut produs cu, hai sa fim seriosi, decenii in urma dupa cartea lui Edgar A. Poe acompaniat intr-o atmosfera foarte placuta de muzica live si poezii de Einuiea Ensemble. Proiectat la Terasa Muzeului de Arta intr-o atmosfera foarte placuta si nonsalanta era chiar una dintre spectacolele pe care orice iubitor de epoca ar fi vrut sa vada.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Viva Constanta!</span> (Romania, 2006)<br /><br /></span>Ok. Sa nu creada nimeni ca nu putem sa avem filme bune si cu tigani. Desigur, in mod normal nu prea ar merge un film cu oameni mici si invizibili care ne fura telefonul mobil dar in cazul acestuia facem o meca corectare. Productia anului 2006 in Romania avea ca star pe Elvis Romano, un Elvis tiganesc (de parca ne-ar mai lipsi inca unu) care porneste pe drumul catre stele intr-un film care e mai mult de ras decat altceva dar de nu alta sa radem si noi de mocanie cruda intr-o setare aproape sureal de cunoscuta.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trupa de elita/Trupa de Elite </span>(Brazilia, 2007)<br /><br /></span>In Rio de Janeiro tensiunea extrema din cauza bandelor de traficanti in combinatie cu coruptia in fortele de ordine imping guvernul brazilian la o retaliere in forma unei trupe paramilitare pentru rezolvarea situatie prin orice modalitate posibila. De va plac filmele de actiune o sa o iubiti. Daca sunteti ca mine si preferati ceva mai noir sau poate mai psihologic, deasemenea nu o sa va dezamagiti. Setarea este foarte reala iar actiunea cumva te prinde prin tot parcursul filmului cum un ofiter, dupa nasterea copilului propriu incearca sa gaseasca un inlocuitor.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La Rabia/La Rabia </span>(Argentina, 2008)<br /><br /></span>Daca tot am mentionat noir-ul haideti sa va zic de unul care, desi straniu peste limita cuvantului, sigur a meritat o moneda frumoasa. La Rabia este un film care vine direct din pampasul argentinian. Obscen, salbatic, scrut este printre primele cuvinte care vin in minte pe langa altele in semi-lungmetrajul soc in care doi copii fac fata cateodata instabil a imaginilor de macel a animalelor, a violentei domestice si a adulterului incontrolabil. O imagine tulburatoara in cobinatie cu desene destramate ca in pictoriale face ca filmul sa rupa orice legatura intre ea, spectatorul si lumea reala.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-53142717286374026792008-06-10T06:15:00.002+03:002008-06-10T06:29:47.604+03:00The value of ageIt's been a while since I last posted anything even remotely significant on this page and it's been even longer since I've had any ideas that would actually interest anyone. But I'm back, and this time I don't really feel like reproducing mass-interest related topics for you. This time I'm gonna talk about something personal.<br /><br />Have you ever had anything that represents you? Chances are you have. If not then you still have time to grow up. If you had it but don't you're either too old, too wise or just too stupid and lost it like me. You see, I'm somewhat of a picmic. I need a sense of order around me and when there isn't any, I get distracted, nervous. In my case I'm talking about a girl. For some of you I might seem like a really sorry-ass SOD but it's my life and I cherish what little I have left of my humanity.<br /><br />Now, more to the point for those of you who had and lost "it", I'm pretty sure most of you never got it back.....and then lost it again....and back and etcetera, etcetera. I really don't have anything else to blame but myself for this. Myself, my childish view on life and my subordination towards generics. It's been quite a while and maybe it's the lack of sleep since I've been up since 2AM talking over the net with the girl in question and somewhere in between the chat lines I actually found.....well, a part of myself. Sometimes it's not what you have or that you had it and lost it that makes you see the value of something but a difference in your mentality. There are days that I see being 20 as being the same as 16 or 17 but it's moments such as these that you realize that people do change. And 2-3 years can make all the difference in the world.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-6092546791950263852008-01-16T02:09:00.000+02:002008-01-16T02:31:01.947+02:00Mindless rattleIt's funny how most things in life never turn out the way you expect them to. That all your goals just disappear as you flow down a small creek with no paddle or life raft. How everything can turn upside down from one second to the next.<br /><br />We all strive to get somewhere but we never really look at the scenery on the road. The distracting beauty of a thousand different other things in life. Things we can't look at or else risk falling off our high wire highway. All the different things that we could become, all the feelings that linger after just a few seconds spent with the one we love. The intoxicating fumes of a cigarette one day meant to be only a remembrance to a night spent staring at a screen with a blinking bar. Looking straight ahead. Life is too short to enjoy. We all have to run. I should doubt....<br /><br />God, or whatever higher power there might be out there, didn't plan life to be pleasurable. That wasn't his work. It was you, me, them... It was all the people out there that lived, died, killed and shook this world off its balance that did that. Just stand still for a second. Light a cigarette and let the noise drip in. It's the voice of a beating, living entity. An obscure creation that has the sole purpose of making us wobble. The good along side the bad, the beautiful along side of the ugly. The things that make us realize who we are and what exactly that is worth.<br /><br />I can't really say that this blog actually has any motivation or any sense for that matter but all I know is that we're all heading towards one certain moment in life when we close our eyes and never open them again. Why are we all hurrying? Why are we running head forward into an oblivion we all fear so much? You all can run if you want. I'll be here, sitting on my rock watching as everyone flows away out of sight. But if you understood anything from my mindless midnight rambling, there's always room for one more.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-80781357325829162102007-11-29T13:56:00.001+02:002007-11-29T13:56:49.412+02:00I hate you all...<div class="entry-body"> <p>In light of recent events....That being nothing.....I decided to share my most introverted thoughts with all of you. The fact that I hate you. Well, I hate the majority of you. Most of you wouldn't get past my mailing list if I didn't have a moment of diplomacy. But that's the good thing about blogging. Noone will know who is actually on my little (big) shit list.</p><p>Most of you have ideas I wouldn't consider in my sleep much less in real life situations. Your logical patterns are slowly flowing into a little bottle of self preservation and self-loveing crap. You think your hog-shit is the best thing to come out of a moldy orifice. I hope that the next generation of you retards actually gets strangled by their own genital cord and that when I'm old and can't think as easily as now I hope that in a last attemt of strenuous thought my head will explode sending huge blood stains all over your pampered little faces, chunks of brain in your mouths in the hope that some of the info actually seeps into your own (dis)intelect and pieces of my skull get lodged into your eyeballs penetrating the empty cavities called your heads. I hope you all slip on radioactive cumstains and die a slow and agonising death.</p><p> I would like another frustration and anger driven rage that I love so much to Mr. Coffee. Love you man. The rest of you could die if you can't amuse me for at least a moment.</p><p> Cheers. </p> </div>Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-31309800849655809182007-10-29T23:41:00.000+02:002007-10-30T00:06:43.080+02:00Over the hedge and under the drinkI realize that it's been some time since I last blogged something but I can assure everyone that it was only because I had nothing interesting to write about. But seeing as I actually had some time to meditate on my own life rather then that of the socials this is what I have to say: It's lonely at the top.<br />And I do mean really lonely. My last few weeks have been a sort of an introspection on my own life. My thoughts on everything; on my life, the things that have the biggest impact on it and so on. And you know what I found? That the most unsound thing in one persons life is love. Now before you get the idea that I've become mushy and sentimental let's get one thing straight. I never said that I was anything else. Even if I resemble a venetian god I am nothing farther from you then you are from anything else. Yes, I bleed and I love and I hate and drink and do whatever you measly mortals do. But among all of these love can be the only one that is as gaged as a cliff.<br />Everyone has their wish and I know this. Mine however is always the hardest to achieve for some reason. Some say that I ask for too much, others that I ask for childish things. Now I wonder what you, the reader would say? What I wish for is unconditional love with sentiments. I want to be able to hold someone and them holding me. I want someone to savor every moment spent with me and someone that will be there when I need them. Well kiddies, this is love. And if you haven't figured it out yet then I'm sure that I wished for your head chopped off a year ago.<br /><br />All I ever wanted is a hug and a kiss to last forever.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-64523260317690335112007-09-19T08:37:00.000+03:002007-09-19T08:55:42.626+03:00Afloat and flushedWell boys and girls, today we're going to talk about something a bit less diligent as my other posts: my life. And why is that? Because my life usually sucks and since the world sucks and since this blog is about all the worldly things this would fit in perfectly.<br />I, however will not endulge you with all the depressing sob stories that others come with but will rather focus on those things that make my life so much more interesting, meaning both the good and the bad. Don't blame me if most of it sucks couse basicly I think so too.<br />To start out on an easy streak I was born on the 24th of may back in 1988 where most punks never new what life was like. Sure, I could say that I didn't see much of comunism myself but unfortunatly I was blessed with the gift of thought and recolection a bit early and so I was forced to remember all the things that went on back then. Ofcours, I don't really think it was all that bad. When you say "comunism" most people tend to think of people being taken from their homes in the middle of the night, never to be heard from again. Yes, public control and thought policeing has been a part of our past but wouldn't you want your "subjects" to be a bit more well behaved when you know what you're doing is the right thing? We do it with our kids every day. We tell them what to do, scold them if they don't....you get the picture.<br />Anyway, from an early age I've accepted the fact that there is a higher power out there, for what reason I have yet to discover but, hey, that's life. By that time I was thoughtful enough to also promote the idea that the more I learn the closer I am to my "maker". So I started learning and cramming and reading in various domains constantly challenging myself and others to settle my worth.<br />Fast flash forward......I'm 19 years old now and most of what I've added up to is a bucket of shit being out smarted by most of my friends but that's exactly why I call them friends, because they're worth it. Can't say the same about my luck though. I constantly fail in anything that concerns it.............to be continued in like 20 years.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-27104056180498149332007-05-29T08:29:00.000+03:002007-05-29T08:46:50.413+03:00Pleasures of reliefI thought I'd try something new with this. As most of you might already know I'm not the most optimistic fuckhead in the lot. To put it pretty bluntly I don't really see my existence as being something beneficial to the world. I add one more person to a list of mouths to feed, I'm another dot in the statistic where they say "We're consuming more then we're producing and the world can't last like this.". Well, if by now you get my drift then I could probably go on with a brand new list about a mile long but I don't really feel like typing all through the day.<br /> Honestly I think anyone that read my blog already thinks I only hate. That statement is not entirely true. I still enjoy a lot of pleasures in life. Take my morning coffee for instance. I love coffee all through the day, sometimes I go through the day higher from coffee then a crack-head on dope; but there is nothing better then waking up, having 3 more smokes and drinking a huge jug of coffee while your ass flattens from sitting in front of the monitor. The thought of just wasting away makes you wanna forget about all the shit you've been through (or is that just because you're still not on this world).<br /> Another favorite of mine is having a drink with friends (however few I may have). Sitting on the terrace of some cheep bar looking at the world passing by having absolutely nothing to do with you. We all need a little time off from reality where we can just live in our own world freely without having to think about the bad things, about what you're going to eat, where you're going to sleep, what you're gonna do next. If it's up to that then this is the next best thing after sex.<br /> So remember boys and girls. Just take a little time off from reality. Stop thinking about all the bad things in life and just waste away with that beer or wine or coffee and just be happy about what you're doing. But after that for gods sake man get off your fat ass and do something useful instead of bitching about how the world is fucked up and nobody's doing anything about it. You're part of the problem but also part of the solution so just move those shaggy balls of tits of yours into submission and take some initiative for once.<br /> *And another thing, stop sending me crap about how I bitch about all the problems but never do anything about it. I have the initiative and I do what I can but I am no one man army for fuck sake. I can't change things but I can give you a bit of insight about what should be changed. If you give even the slightest bit of a fuck you could see the same. I don't say my perspectives are all good. I don't say they're righteous or even right; I'm just saying they're things to be taken into account. So move you filth!*Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-42100860983389084502007-05-24T21:56:00.000+03:002007-05-25T14:13:31.219+03:00I hate it here 2.0You ever had the feeling that the world is out to get you? Well, I do...constantly. A lot of people say god's a mean kid with a magnifying glass. Actually, he's the fucking trouble child on crack that's out for a rape.<br /> This city is about the worse thing since Vietnam. The air stinks, you can't get a fresh glass of water if you did a ground tap and everything human is either brain-shot or a fucking moving strap-on with only one intentional use. I tried looking for something resembling decent but the only thing I found chewed me up and shat me back out while making a horrible wailing noise. I am forever nearing, entropicly, the moment where I will grab a gun and shoot the balls of a lot of people.<br /> I need to get out of this place. I need to escape before something happens and I go ballistic. It's like a cannibal fuck-fest that just keeps getting worse. Holy shit man, they're only children. They're to old to be fucking retarded.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-82669753026508444992007-05-24T08:23:00.001+03:002007-05-24T08:54:44.263+03:00DisturbingMy daddy used to say that there comes a time when you have to face life no matter how horrible it might be and that that would be the moment when you become a man. Well, heavens to bettsy and holy shit, this is worse then anything I could ever imagine. I only woke up at 5 AM and already I've got some unknown Netlog freak saying happy birthday. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not the fact that it's lame or that it's my birthday but actually it's the principle of the idea. One day of the year I have to remember that I'm a whole year closer to being old, gray and senile. One more year added to the unforgivable cruel fate of my humongous erect male genitalia to go limp while I shit my pants with no one there to wipe my ass. Scary thought you say? I could go on for hours.<br /> Now to get to the other aspects. Now, I'm not saying that becoming older isn't fun. On the contrary. I can drink till my lips go numb and go catatonic from alcohol poisoning and nobody would even care to take a second glance. I can walk past the border without parental approval and tell the stingy bastards to go shove a grenade up their asses when they ask for a bribe.<br /> But that would constitute the whole of it. In essence I'm one year closer to being a middle-age loser like the people I make fun of on a daily basis. *Come to think of it I'm already there seeing as how I still fail to graduate from school. When you become nineteen and are still in school you start realizing that you do need a diploma for everything, including getting layed.* Then comes the part that I will never understand. Why the hell would I have to pay beers for every fuck head that I come across that never even cared if it's my birthday just as long as they get free alcohol. The down part of this is that I don't have money to buy beers even for my closest friends. Sometimes when you think life by itself is a cruel and unfaithful bondage-buddy you start seeing shit like this happen. Well fuck this....Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-47539468331102262872007-05-19T23:20:00.001+03:002007-05-19T23:20:29.822+03:00Introducere şi intraducereMulte zile se termină cam la fel cum au început. Din pat în pat, zi după zi şi în fiecare seară ne alintăm cumoditatea de saltea şi pernă cu amintiri noi. De ceva vreme această treaba nu mi s-o mai întâmplat. Patul meu în tăcere zace ca în ruine iar creierul meu cedează încetul cu încetul în nelămurire. De ce să fiu atat de singur. Dar asta în sine nu e o problema dar o oarecare porţie din mine nu vrea, nu doreşte să afle un răspuns. Mă întreb "De ce?" dar răspunsul nu vine iar în întunericul etern şi tăcerea pereţilor eu îmi închid ochii şi îmi readuc aminte că le deschid în aceeas fel, sub aceeasi condiţii.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-60962730797368547962007-04-25T18:33:00.000+03:002007-04-25T18:55:17.372+03:00Disclosable notesRaining. Poring outside and I can't help but feel good about it. The feeling that it's somewhere close to a natural catastrophy. Listening to black metal and watching as the entire city gets flooded, thinking about the possibility that somewhere close a village is being flooded or some worthless piece of shit is getting struck by lightning just brightens my day. By now you might thing I'm nuts to say the least. That might be. But at least in my distorted brainwave activity I am closer to being moral then you. I am by all chances closer to being pure then you are only out of the concept that I did less wrong and in all odds most of it was justifiably. You preach on your moral ethics and ideas and concepts of perfection while ass-raping some dumb bitch five minutes later. Odds are that she's not even past 15 and you're going towards your 30s. You should be shot and we'll call it a sympathy sentence.<br /> In other notes has anyone in Romania been fallowing the news? It's like a takeover. Everything is about the president. Băsescu on every channel. It's like all life has suddenly ceased. This crap is starting to smell big time. To fallow up for those of you that don't know about this our politicians are on the killing spree to get rid of the president. Only the other day I've heard about a new law that they want to pass regarding national security. You can guess the outcome of that now can't you? I wonder what it would be like to call the president that we elected a risk to national security. I mean like FUCK. This shit is really wrong. Now I remember and I know that he isn't the picture perfect person that he claims to be. I know he's done a lot of shit and chances are good that he's still doing them. But the thing is that he isn't a huge threat. The shit he does might be illegal but they do not affect me or you or anyone else in my vicinity. But the politicians <span style="font-weight: bold;">do</span>. The bastards steal, kill, dismantle any part of society they see fit for personal benefit. They are the plague of our country and no one gives a shit. Worse; you either blab about how something should be done instead of actually doing something or the thing that makes my stomach turn, start bitching about how great a country this is. My message for you is <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Eat shit and die you mother fucking piece of shit."</span> You're a plague to civilization and do not deserve to breath air. The upcoming vote is decisive and yes, in any case there will be hell because of it but try and to the right thing. Think about it this way; Băsescu isn't a saint but by the gods he is the most honest. He takes his cut and you don't even notice a change. You want an idiot like Becali or some other fuck that dropped out of grade school or someone that robs you blind right in your face? Thought not. Either way our assholes are bound to be widened, question remains "How wide?".Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052332531729055947.post-75572722030396331712007-04-03T00:08:00.000+03:002007-05-19T23:17:31.757+03:00DegradatA trecut ceva vreme de când am scris ultima oară aici. Dar nu are nimeni cu ce să comenteze. Am presimitirea că majoritatea trece cu vrederea blogurile (la alţii trec eu cu vederea că scriu versuri sau repetă o zicală mai veche sau o frază memorabilă de la un personaj istoric ca plantele, fără rost şi fără personalitate). Sincer nu mă mir că nu se uită nimeni. Majoritatea persoanelor sunt atât de închişi în prostia proprie încât se uită mai repede la un sân sau un cur decât să vadă dacă persoana are ceva de zis sau nu. Comentariul şi intelectul în secolul XXI a ajuns aproape inexistent. Asta se poate folosi ca punct de reper la toţi tâmpiţii care mi-o zis "Da' s multe bunăciuni. Ia-ţi una.". Nu vreau să trăiesc 10 minute lândă o toantă de gradul 10 pe scara Richter pentrucă "e bună rău". Sincer prefer o labă de 30 de secunde şi să trăiesc cu gândul că aud tâmpenii de la unu' sau una decât să mă spăl de prostia unei toante în baia de acid.<br />Mai conclusiv nu vreau să scriu aici pentrucă detest porcăriile cazului majoritar. Pentrucă sunt sătul de proşti infecţi care vin şi nici nu se uită la ce scriu sau dacă măcar am scris (aici aduc referinţă şi la alţii care mai au ceva de zis). Sunt aici pentrucă mai am prieteni şi sper că în unele colţuri a lumii oamenii au fost scutiţi de prostie. Nu prea scriu aici pentrucă vă urăsc pe voi cei majoritari cu VISE, subliniat cu caractere mari şi groşi, pentrucă visaţi despre maşini, bani şi "gagici" fără să ştiţi o boabă de română. Voi cei mirifici care ulterior cu orgoliul vostru de român ajungeţi să fiţi corectaţi in erorile gramaticale de către un maghiar. Voi care staţi şi mă disperaţi zilnic cu telefoanele voastre mobile puteţi să şe băgaţi în locuri mai întunecate. Voi cu "gagici" puteţi să le păstraţi. Dacă nu mor înainte să le futeţi o să muriţi deodată cu ele de la ceva boală chinuitoară.<br />În concluzie, nu prea scriu aici pentrucă vă detest pe cei menţionaţi. Pentrucă vă urăsc atât de mult încât dacă aş începe să scriu despre asta (şi mă preocupă destul de mult) aş primi 10 ani de închisoare pentru cuvintele şi frazele folosite.<br /><br />PUNCT şi de la capăt.Ancariushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138958643122972638noreply@blogger.com0