Ressurection

...of a blog, serving as a disposal facility for the loudmouth in charge of annoying people, making them feel miserable and getting them bored o death. After having totally enjoyed a British-humour style holiday, with sunburns, sudden summer colds, unpaid work and vigourous kicks in the receiving end, I am in the mood for writing ... I mean, throwing away some old stuff...memories...sweet old days, long lost, never to be recovered again...
... and of a nasty persona, wandering around in the blogosphere, looking for victims. All volunteers are welcome, no matter the age, sex and location.
Have an awful time.

On the road...

Underwear in plain sight, triumphantly designed, blond hair hanging above and underneath a hat that seems to come from the lingerie, plus old age in pink glaze, no glory blaze to come up with.
This is Madonna! behold! taste her red, grease-flavoured lips, before you go further.

I've had enough of...

living, blogging, whatsoever, synonyms or not, boring, or straightforward exhausting both.

Injuraturi

Da, si eu injur cateodata. Asa, foarte telegrafic, in English, intr-un mod foarte prozaic si comun ("F... myself" sau doar "F..."). In romaneste, nu am decat o injuratura preferata :"manca-te-ar cainii sa te manance". Culmea e ca e si foarte posibila, la cati caini sunt pe drum...

Plus ca...

...ultima postare n-a fost corecta politic. Logic, ar avea nevoie de o
Erata
In loc de "un outcast" se va citi "o/un outcast".

Un nou tic verbal....

...in locul celui vechi. Mai nou, nu mai incep fiecare fraza cu un "nu stiu" inocent, ci cu un fucked-up "whatever". Deci, nu stiu, whatever, nevermind....
Orice s-ar intampla, eu "nu stiu" nimic, "whatever".
Si "nevermind" (never mind, just brains).
Atat. It doesn't matter.
Imi pierd incet, dar nush cat de sigur si de definitiv, statutul de outcast, si asta doar pentru ca vreau (adica nu vreau, dar trebuie, si trebuie, pentru ca vreau). Vorbesc ingrozitor de mult si de tare, zambesc (free smiles for everybody, sper sa nu ajung la free hugs sau, mai rau, la free kisses).
Sper sa nu-mi pierd privilegiile de outcat (aaaa....spelling mistake or subconscious link to a cat-like personality, ready to embrace all cosy pillows and all warm stuff).
Da, orice outcast are si privilegii. Mai jos, o sa dau o lista....
1. Un outcast are dreptul de a spune tot ce gandeste, fara sa-si piarda statutul.
2. Un outcast poate sa afle parerea celorlalti despre el, ca oricum e tot outcast, si se presupune ca nu-l deranjeaza nimic.
3. Un outcast poate sa nu poata (formulare axiomatica, aproximativa).
4. Un outcast are dreptul de a nu fi inteles.
5. ...si dreptul de a nu intelege.
6. ...si dreptul de a nu avea drepturi.
7. ...dreptul la nefericire totala.
8. ...sau la fericire absoluta.
9. ...la singuratate.
10. ...la timp si la pierderea timpului.
11. ...la frumusete.
12. ...la lipsa de frumusete.
13. ...la dragoste si la absenta dragostei.
14. ...la contradictie.
Destul pe azi. N-am inspiratie, nici chef. Noapte buna.

"Du-ma fericire-n sus....

....si izbeste-mi/Tampla de stele, pana cand/Lumea mea prelunga si in nesfarsire/Se face coloana sau altceva/Mult mai inalt si mult mai curand" (Nichita Stanescu-Cantec).
De atata iubire (da, exista iubire, am descoperit-o de mult, chiar daca-s fucked up, am trait, am iubit, pe undeva, pe la marginea vietii, departe de tumult), am inceput sa ma schimb. Bine, eu is tot fucked-up, tot intoarsa pe dos, tot zapacita, penibila (paroxistic de penibila, cateodata). Dar incep sa devin (ca omul nu este, ci devine, in fiecare clipa, altceva - iar bat campii, ca de obicei, numai ca vorbesc mai putin in engleza - o sa incep sa invat germana si inca o limba straina - una din materiile de facultate care-mi dau batai de cap) alta, mai gura sparta (a.k.a. loudmouth, loudheart, loud!!! just loud!!!), mai cu sufletul pe afara, cu gesturi mai largi, mai deschise. Ma bucur de fiecare clipa, ca niciodata. Simt ca am gasit ceea ce cautam de mult. Iubire!!! Iubire!!! Iubire!!! Ce cuvant minunat! (the fucked-up girl still believes in wonders, by the way. And she is ready to become, again, innocent. An innocent fucked-up).

A doua postare (in curand o sa pierd sirul)

Pentru cei interesati si de asa ceva, o sa-mi fac un profil in stilul acela de pe site-urile de matrimoniale (adica standard, dulce si dragut (hmmmm??? oare rezist???), roz (sau rosu-pentru red light districts)). Sa incerc sa schematizez:

Nickname: Er!n (from Erinia, the goddess of fury in Latin mythology, by the way it reveals a lot about my character)

Real name: No answer. Hate to give an answer. What's the point?

Age: almost 20, I look 17.

Location: Somewhere in this fucked-up world, wish to go to a better one or at least make this one better, even if I can only add a small patch to a broken universe.

Marital status: as I have already said, single and (good) looking

Eyes: hazel to green, greyish circle round my iris (look me in the ye, honey...look deep into my eyes)

Hair: too short to be acceptable by a conservative society, too curly to be fashionable, too straight to be really curly, brown, never dyed.

Height: 1.67 metres (that's not enough :(()

Weight: 62 kg (so, I'm too fat. Or too thin. Never fitting standards.)

Here for: nothing special, just making fun of people.

Occupation: fooling around, helping others, wasting myself, bothering others with my fucked-up attitude (medical student. lol)

Favourite food: pizza, fine chocolate and what I can afford. I'm not picky.

Favourite movie: Three Colours: Blue.

Favourite quotes: "I'd rather be hated for who I am than to be loved for who I am not". " Tryong to be somebody else is a waste of the person you are."(Kurt Cobain). "Amor vincit omnia." "Carpe diem". "Excelsior". "Even the most tempting rose has its thorns."

Favourite language: English (my love)

Short description of yourself: Nay, skip this, cause it's gonna be too long. I'm a complete catastrophe, ready to step on your nerves at any time, to make you go berserk, be mad at yourself and at the world...whatever.

Asta e. Si inca ceva: urasc sa vorbesc despre mine. Intotdeauna raspund evaziv la intrebari despre viata mea personala. Sau pun si eu intrebari penibile, la randul meu. Vorbesc mult. Imi place sa fiu in centrul atentiei, chiar dac ma prefac ca-mi convine pozitia de outcast (de fapt, toata viata am fost outcast). Cam asta e....despre mine.