I`m loosing it..

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind ??


With this kind of feelings ...i don`t give a fuck .. oh..and by the way I am NOT Histrionic.. sau cum se scria.

beer

If I want some beer I don't want to hear about how I missed the show
because I drink to slow so pass me the beer bong it won't take very long
for me to put down this torpedo to the ground because drinking beer is too
slow beer bong is the way to go to go to go don't drink too slow !

Ground zero

a possible suspect was found in OCI Pandemia .
several organizations tracked down the origin of the virus .. the Ground Zero .. as it was called...
the origin are from a hybrid laboratory which is in Lumina , a very rich zone in Romania (someday will be the capital of Romania). Here Politia Comunitara ( special forces) Patrula Mobila( Homeland Security) and Gardienii Publici (martial forces) , they sealed the laboratory and destroy any evidence that OCI exists.
Their common Headquarter wi be built here to prevent and destroy the virus and to find the creator of this virus.


The adress of laboratory is top secret.

world fights

yesterday i had my first fear feeling ..in the bus..
the bus come into the station .. open the doors ..i hop in ..
in my sleepy staze i see 3 guys .. ordinary guys but a little darker (on their skin)
three arabs students.. (i recognize them after their language.. whatever.. after theirs yells ) talk , scream , talk , yell ..
what is the first thing you think ... 3 arabs , a bus full of people.. well .. Al Quaieda bombs , suicide bomber.. etc..
my point mass-media it`s the main factor on world histerization ..
i mean they were simply 3 students ..ordinary students.. but never knows..
the bus stopes .. the arabs get off .. everybody can go on with their miserable lifes..
still i`m alive , the bus is intact ..
step by step we are invaded.. therussians are here ,americans , new the chineese are here .. arabs ..come here..


P.S. i donno why i wrote this post

gotta leave it all behind

gonna leave it all behind if I want to feel alive.
19 and lost and never thought I'd ever leave this place.

what's to lose anyways? Another shity job ? Another 8 to 5 days ?

you can see why it's easy to say that hell looks a lot like navodari...

"History Of A Boring Town"

Just talked to this girl,
used to live, yea, on my street.
After all these years you're here,
and you remember me.
She said her old boyfriend
packed up and headed back east.
But she always knew some day...
he would go.

She just got a new job
and she's down to her last.
So let's take a drink and never think, yea
here's to the past.
She said its so funny,
how life runs out so fast.
It's just another wasted day.

A boring life in a boring town
with the same old crowd.
When I used to say, that I'd never stay
But I'm rotting here today.
With that same old crowd
thats always been around.
And I always thought I'd be
the first to go.

That same old crowd,
that drags me down.
Another day in a boring town.
That same old crowd,
that brings me down.
A boring life in a boring town.

Un punct in plus ...

Miercuri, ora 14:00, zi inaintea examenului. Ai 1 ora de cand esti treaz, inveti plictisit la analiza matematica. Iti propui sa te culci devreme. Ajungi la 1 noaptea acasa. Heh, anturajul ...

5:45 suna telefonul, il opresti si te culci la loc. Peste 15 minute te trezesti speriat, "oare am adormit prea mult?". Nu, e 6, e bine.

Te trezesti in microbuz, cugeti in acelasi timp zeci de idei si ganduri, hopurile ocazionale ale microbuzului le amesteca, uiti ce gandeai si te apuci de altele.

Incerci sa te relaxezi. Respiri adanc...

La 7:00 esti la facultate, esti primul, esti singur. Peste 30 de minute apar primii colegi. Majoritatea sunt mahmuri sau adormiti. La 8:00 apare "Mimi" sau domnul Memet, tip cu experienta si varsta. Il urasc profund.

Incepe examenul, nu sti nimic. "Absenta" matematicii in liceu isi spune cuvantul, te uti la neoane. Apare "popo" sau domnul Popovici.

-Bai .... tu ala in verde!
-Eu?
-Da tu, spune, intelegi ce zic eu aici ?
-Nu domn' profesor.
-Bravo bai. Ai un punct in plus.
-iei!
.............................
-Fata blonda ! esti blonda fato, esti poeta ... deh, ai si tu un punct in plus...de la mine, defapt ... BAI...TOTI AVETI 2 puncte in plus BA!

^ Cam asta e domul Popovici. Personal imi face placere sa asist la cursurile lui, de cele mai multe ori nu inteleg nimic, dar nu-i bai.

Iti scri numele, prenumele, data si grupa.

Grupa ta se uita la neoane, grupa vecina scrie intensiv. Grupa ta injura grupa adversa. Grupa adversa scrie intensiv. Baietii desteptii astia de la fara plata...

Unul din noi isi face curaj si instiga la plecare. Nimeni nu vrea sa fie primul care pleaca. Ne decidem sa plecam toti odata. Si plecam.

-Buna ziua!

A short History of Saint Gabriel

Gabriel (גַּבְרִיאֵל, Standard Hebrew Gavriʼel, Latin Gabrielus, Greek Γαβριήλ, Tiberian Hebrew Gaḇrîʼēl, Arabic جبريل Jibrīl or Jibrail, literally "Master, of God", i.e., a Master, who is "of God") is an angel who is thought to serve as a messenger from God ("angel" literally translates to "messenger" from the Koine Greek; an "arch" angel is a "primary" or "chief" messenger). He first appears in the Book of Daniel in the Hebrew Bible. He is also referred to as the "Left Hand of God and the embodiment of the Holy Spirit".^{[citation needed]} Christians and Muslims believe him to have foretold the births of John the Baptist and Jesus to Zacharias and the Virgin Mary respectively, and Muslims believe he was the medium through which God revealed the Qur'an to Muhammad, and Muslims also believe he sent a message to most, if not all, prophets revealing their obligation.

In Biblical tradition, he is sometimes regarded as the angel of death or one of God's messengers. The Talmud described him as the only angel who can speak Syriac and Chaldee. In Islam, Gabriel is one of God's chief messengers but other above-mentioned titles are not given to him (for example the angel of death is Azrael).

In the Catholic Tradition, he is known as one of the archangels. In Islam, he is called the chief of the four favoured angels and the spirit of truth, and in some views Gabriel is the same person as the Holy Spirit.^{[citation needed]} Gabriel also finds mention in the writings of the Bahá'í Faith, most notably in Bahá'u'lláh's mystical work The Seven Valleys.

SAint Gabriel and family

Well . yeah today is /was my birthday .. and i`m very released that is finished. All i got is good words., best wishes and promises for a better life , future take it anyway . Still i dindn`t felt like another times ,maybe because i was little. .. .Anyway i`m glad that io have a Saint name ... and i hope my mate (badjoke) to die ..:) Happy Birtday to all Gabriels and all Michaels

Gumy the Retarded gum

Meat Gummy.

Gummy is a rubber eraser Gum.

Jesus Hates Gums .

Gummy Haves OCI (only crap inside).

Gummy is Retarded.

We all hate Gummy and wanna see him dead, so next time you people use gummy to erase something, do it with pleasure, infact scream like a fucking idiot " die Gummy dieeeeee"

oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo oslo!!!!!

OSLOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The System sucks

That`s all what i had to say...

Changes

Six O'clock in the morning.

Time to wake up and go to the math seminars. I hate math. To end up a marine officer you need to do lots of math, 2 years of pain and you even don't need it when you finally get a job in the business.

I'm taking the shit small bus every day to get to a point, from there I take a better bigger bus for my final destination.

An old lady stands close to me and farts like hell, fucking granny, why do you fart ?

At six of clock in the morning only the workers and students are in the buss. Not a word is said. Some of them listen to the radio or mp3 on the mobiles phones, they all stare on the window, they are like zombies, in that moment of the day they have no humanity, no feelings, no nothing.
I try to not become one of them. I wanna feel alive, I wanna wake up fast. So I find someone I know and start a conversation. The others look at my with anger. They don't want to wake up, they wanna keep dreaming about ... a better life I think.

I don't want to end up in rutine. I need changes to feel alive.