Leapsa:)))

Andreea iar iti fur leapsa. Sper ca nu te superi. Si daca te superi asta e. Iti trece tie.

sunt- cu capu` in nori:))

as vrea- sa traiesc in America

pastrez – revistele Terra

mi-as dori- o anumita persoana

ma tem – de teza la mate si de fizica

aud…- mai prost=)) (andre knows)

imi pare rau- daca  va stresez cateodata

imi place- sa joc remi

nu sunt- disponibila

cant- in gand

niciodata- nu am dat foc la casa

rar- imi uit telu` acasa

plang- cand sunt nervoasa

nu sunt multumita- de  tara asta in care traim

imi place – sa povestesc la nesfarsit acelasi lucruri pana fac Andrea Ralu si Mada cu nervii:))

sunt confuza- cateodata

am nevoie- de un bilet de avion via USA

ar trebuie- sa imi sterg vara trecuta din minte, sau macar unele momente din ea.

8C Promotia 2005-2009

8C sala 17. Cei mai frumosi ani. Doamne ce dor o sa imi fie de 8c .Eram ce`a mai tare clasa de a 8a din tot moisele. Inca din  clasa a5a aveam un renume prost.Eram foarte galagiosi. Tot timpul ajungeam la director cu ceva boacana. Eram noi si era frumos. Pot sa spun ca am fost o clasa destul de unita desi se putea si mai bine. Dira tinea la noi si tot timpul ne lua aparatea cu conditia sa ii spunem adevarul. Ora de engleza era ora de joaca. Toata lumea facea altceva iar profa se lua de cap. Proful de bio si profa de ET erau cei mai indragiti profi. La mate era bine dar si plictisitor cateodata. Muzica nu prea faceam iar la latina eram destul de cuminti. La germana era fain cand profa vorbea despre Hitler cu 2-3 colegi  sau Andreea era la tabla si scria lectia.Orele de geogra erau cele mai faine in clasa a 8a mai ales atunci cand unii luau absenta in rosu. Sportul era teroare.La fel era si fizica. Nu pricepeam nimic. Era frumos dar acuma s-a terminat totul. Suntem la liceu. Mult asteptatul liceu:)). Sunt convinsa ca va fi fain dar o sa imi fie dor de colegi sau de orele in care mancam sandwish`ul sub banca sau vorbeam prin mesaje cu colega din celalalt capat al salii sau cand ma asculta la romana si nu stiam nimic. Multe multe amintiri haioase. 

sala 17 , randul de la geam, ultima banca, locul din stanga. Cel mai tare loc.

I`LL MISS 8C!

10 things i hate about you

                     I hate the way you talk to me
                    And the way you cut your hair.
                    I hate the way you drive my car.
                    I hate it when you stare.
                    I hate your big dumb combat boots
                    And the way you read my mind.
                    I hate you so much it makes me sick.
                    It even makes me rhyme

                    I hate it…
                    I hate the way you’re always right.
                    I hate it when you lie.
                    I hate it when you make me laugh;
                    Even worse when you make me cry.

                    I hate it when you’re not around
                    And the fact that you didn’t call,
                    But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you;
                    Not even close;
                    Not even a little bit;
                    Not even at all.

Great poem.Great movie. The name of the movie is in the title. Enjoy it!

IF…

Dacă eram o lună, aş fi fost Septembrie
Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii,as fi fost Marti.
Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost noaptea.
Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost un delfin.
Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost inapoi.
Dacă eram o personalitate istorică, aş fi fost Maica Teresa.
Dacă eram o planetă, aş fi fost Pluto.
Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost apa.
Dacă eram o piatră, aş fi fost un jade.
Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost o privighetoare.
Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost un stejar.
Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost potrivita.
Dacă eram un instrument musical, aş fi fost o chitara.
Dacă eram o emoţie aş fi fost Bucurie.
Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost un ras profund.
Dacă eram un element, aş fi fost apa.
.Dacă eram un cântec, aş fi fost The ice is getting thinner-Death Cab for Cutie.
Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost One missed call.
Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost SLUMDOG Millionaire – Vikas Swarul
Dacă eram un fel de mâncare, aş fi fost sandwish with calamar and bakon .
Dacă eram un oraş, aş fi fost Vegas.
Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost dulce acrisor.
Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost mov.
Dacă eram un material, aş fi fost matase.
Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost “hope”.
Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost ochii.
Dacă eram o materie de şcoală, aş fi fost biologia.
Dacă eram un personaj de desene animate, as fi fost winnie the pooh .
Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost cerc.
Dacă eram un număr, aş fi fost 13.
Dacă eram o maşină, aş fi fost un BMW.
Dacă eram o haină, aş fi fost jeans.

Need a break…

[crying] listenin` The ice is getting thinner-Death Cab for Cutie

As i said in my last post i really need a break. This isn`t life. This is a piece of crap. I cant live like this anymore. Everyone is telling me that what i`m doing it`s wrong. They keep saying that i`m changed since i came back from the USA.  Maybe i`m changed. Maybe i dont care about things anymore. Maybe  something broke inside me and i`m not the same. Maybe i should care more but i cant. I have no reason to do that. I wanna go somewhere for 2 weeks. Some where alone where no one knows me and i can live the moment , where i can feel alive for the first time in a long time.

I want to take only one person with me. My dog. Billy.

Vrea la mareee!!!

                                        Nu stiu cum sa va spun :
                                        Da mi-e dor rau de mare 
                                        Ard si ma sting daca nu plec acum
                                        Ma inec pe uscat daca n-ajung la mare
                                        Sa zac pe nisip si sa ma uit la cer.

 

Vreau sa plec. Nu conteaza unde. Nu conteaza daca e un loc la mare sau la munte, in China sau in Palestina, vrea doar sa plec. Sa uit de tot, sa scap de betoanele din oras, de plictiseala de acasa, de laptop , de oameni , de observatile mamei , de toate tampeniile. Vreau sa fi singura.Eu cu gandurile mele si amintirele mele si momentele fericite. Atat.Singura. Vrea sa stau pe o plaja pustie la apus de soare, sa vorbesc cu marea, sa ma joc cu soarele si sa visez. Vreau sa fac multe fotografii ca sa nu uit momentele importante. Vreau sa traiesc. Sa ies viata asta atat de monotona si cotidiana. Vreau la maree!!

Funny!!:))

Someone asked me:”Hey if your blog is about love why don`t you have ur skin red or pink??” and i said “It`s green cause i like joints too:))”

Question

What you might have seen is that all my posts are about love. In my opinion love is a big word. But nowadays people use it without faith and belief. They say”i love you” without any special meaning like i say”gimme the juice, please”. I think this is stupid.Why do you say it if you don`t mean it. Just because the person next to you feels good?. Some people say that love can`t be measured in words but in acts. Maybe it`s true but the word counts too. If someday i`ll be asked how i define love i`ll probebly say “Love is like the wind; u can`t see it but u can feel it. (A walk to remember)” or “Love is a poetry of sences”. This is it.

How would you define love?

The perfect holiday

Sometimes i just want to escape from this world. I want to  dream and never wake up. I want to have the perfect summer surrounded by my friends. It`s stange cause when i think about the perfect holiday i can`t decide between two “pictures”.

The first takes place  in the SUMMER.I`m alone on an island. To lay down on the hot sand in a quiet night, feel the wind, hear the ocean and watch the stars. Often i try to picture myself 10 years older and see what i have become, but sometimes i like to be 13  again and live that crazy summer that i had then. 

The second takes place in the WINTER. I love this season also It has to be like this…Austria, ski, friends, Michael, snowbord, love, chigarettes,drinks,fun,crazy things, no parents, long walks in the nature, lot of snow, hot chocolate, boiled wine, the smell of the trees, lots of photos taken, love songs,nights spent in front of the fire place, fights with the snowballs and then lots of kisses. One word: Perfect. But no one could reach perfection till now and i don`t think i`ll be the first one to do it.

Maybe…

Sometimes we pretend everything is good but maybe it isn’t…

Maybe i want to write what is in my mind.

Maybe it`s to hard to admit some things.

Maybe it`s better to forget them.

Maybe sometimes i wanna scream “I LOVE YOU” and really mean it.

Maybe i  wanna be held in your arms and feel protected.

Maybe i`m asking  to much.

Maybe this isn`t good.

Maybe i should let it go.

Maybe i just need a sign to skip all this shit.

Maybe i want to be like all those girls that have everything they dream of: cell phones, lots of  clothes , bags , nail polish, boys and they don`t care about anything. But i`m not like them.

Maybe i only get what i deserve.

Maybe i`ll never go back in the USA.

Maybe Michael is a jerk like someone used to say.

Maybe highschool will be lots of fun.

Maybe i`ll have 2 chidren, a boy and a girl.

Maybe i will be a lawyer someday.

Maybe i`ll keep having the same friends till i dye.

Maybe i`ll be happier than i am right now.

Maybe i`ll own a house by the ocean.

Maybe…..

Maybe this is just… bullshit.