i wanna wake him.
make him look. make him see.
here i m standing in front of him.
telling him she is not for him.
telling him i m here for him.
telling him i care.

he always give me that smile.
he pisses me off but when he gives me that smile.
it changes everything. that one smile.
that i often miss at night.
that laugh that i hear everytime i m alone.
that face that i imagine when we talk on the phone.

i wanna write him a song
the melody is not right
like he and her will never be right.
like us chasing something we can never have.
me chasing him chasing her.

give me that smile and that laugh.
tell me that joke.
for me to wipe away the tears.
for me to mend my own broken heart.
for me to laugh whenever u r not around.

i see him. everyday, every night.
in my dreams i see him.
i will always be the girl that makes him laugh
never the one to make him whole.

Stiu, sunt bestiala 8-> .

 Most famous historians describe Genghis Khan as being a ruthless conqueror and murderer of millions. However, there are some people who believe the contrary. Meet Harvey. Harvey is a part-time historian, part-time unicyclist. Recently, he wrote an essay on the benefits that would've resulted on the ecosystem if Genghis Khan would have ruled the Earth today.

" You see, Genghis Khan and the Mongols were nomads. That means they moved from place to place in order to find new resources while the used ones would have the time to regenerate during their absence. In this sense, they were way better than the sedentary people of, say, China, who had to take all of the resources around until there was no more. "

Harvey also told us about the many ecological advantages nomadism had over sedentarism. " You see, when the nomads would do their thing... I mean... When they would produce feces, well they would do it and some days later they would leave the place for some other area. While they were gone, the shits would disintegrate with the help of various factors including the elements and insects. Insects love shit, you know it. Well they would feast on that shit as if it was the greatest meal, the meal of the Gods themselves, and they would eat it all. When the Mongols would come back, the shits would be gone and they could put shit once again in that area and the process would repeat itself every time. Sedentary civilizations however, they can't move and they can't destroy the shits without getting shit all over themselves so they invented the sewers. But with the sewers, you needed water. That water, the Mongols didn't need it for their shits you know... And all of the water being used in the sewers, of course, is being polluted I mean with shits floating in it it's pretty obvious. "

Da, despre tine vorbesc, nu sunt sigura ca te simti, probabil ca in universul paralel pe care ti l'ai cladit din minciuni ti se pare normal sa injunghii un prieten pe la spate. Da'mi voie sa te anunt ca in lumea oamenilor normali, cu putin creier si ceva demnitate, nu se face asa ceva.

Iti multumesc ca mi'ai aratat ca esti o persoana cu foarte multe fete, in care nu se poate avea incredere. Iti multumesc pentru sfaturile, imbratisarile si multumirile false, care, recunosc, ca de multe ori m'au ridicat cand am cazut .. Acum toate astea nu mai au niciun rost, doar erau false, nu? Iti multumesc pentru minciunile plauzibile pe care mi le'ai turnat. Iti multumesc pentru cum ti'ai batut joc de mine. Iti multumesc ma, si o fac sincer, pentru ca spre deosebire de tine, eu am o chestie numita respect. Nu stiu daca te'a invatat cineva, respect de sine, respect pentru cei din jur. Poate ca nu te asteptai sa abordez problema asa, intr'un mod amiabil. Poate ca defapt nici macar nu stii ca am realizat cine esti, poate ca n'o sa stii ca vorbesc despre tine. Sau, daca o sa stii, o sa'ti bagi unghia in gat ca nu ti'ai atins scopul, sa ma vezi iar in noroi. Pana la urma doar asta ai urmarit in tot timpul asta. Mori, pentru ca iti multumesc. Zbiara cat te tin plamanii. Nu'mi mai pasa, doar iti multumesc. Sunt constienta cum o sa sune asta, dar datorita tie am deschis ochii si am invatat sa nu mai cred tot ce mi se spune, datorita tie am invatat ca am gresit mult crezand orbeste in anumite persoane apropiate mie, poate ca, pana intr'un anumit punct, datorita a ceea ce ai facut, invat sa fiu un om mai bun.

Tot pe aceasta cale, vreau sa cer iertare tututor celor care la un moment dat m'au avertizat despre cine esti, despre ce faci, despre ce zici. Stii ce faceam cand altii te acuzau ca esti o prefacuta, o mincinoasa, o ipocrita, o falsa, o plastica? Stii? Nu stii. O sa'ti spun acum. Iti luam apararea, asta faceam. "Nu'i adevarat, ea nu ar face niciodata asta, tinem prea mult una la alta!".Ti'am luat apararea in fata tuturor ma. Sunt persoane care au scazut in ochii mei din cauza ta, persoane care au fost acuzate pe nedrept, pentru lucruri pe care tu le'ai facut. Imi pare rau, sincer, imi pare rau ca nu v'am crezut la timp. Imi pare rau pentru ca m'am certat o gramada cu voi pentru ea. Imi pare rau ca ati cazut voi in locul ei. Imi pare rau.

Poate ca inca mai sunt persoane pe care le poti jongla ca la circ, nu vreau sa le deschid eu ochii, vreau sa o faca singuri, de'aia nu dau nume sau indicatii exacte. Poate ca, in ciuda faptului ca din cauza ta am facut mult rau celor care chiar au tinut la mine, inca mai pot sa repar ceva in ceea ce ii priveste. Sau, daca nu, o sa ma resemnez si o sa merg mai departe, fara sa mai privesc in urma la doua proaste care intr'un moment al vietii lor mergeau tinandu'se de mana, contra curentului.

What's this life anyway, what's it to you and me, what are doing here and who are we supposed to be?

Make me a story book and write me away from here, I need it different now. Where we can wear each other for a while and I lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile.

And we'll get through tomorrow, some other day .. Happy after, once upon these days.

Pula mea, am terminat si eu cu examenele, cu rahaturile alea de teze unice ( lb. romana - 9.90 , istorie - 10 , mate - 8 , engleza - 8.20 , franceza - 7.90 ). Se termina si scoala, da nu vreau sa vorbesc despre asta; si acum nu'mi ramane nimic altceva de facut decat sa frec duda cat e ziua de lunga.

Bla bla bla, am aflat si multe chestii .. sa zicem socante :D . Sa nu mai punem la socoteala ca de vreo 3 zile incoace am asa un sictir in mine de iti vine sa'mi futi doua peste ceafa. Atata ca m'am plictisit. Sunt ok.

India is a nightmare. I'm a fairly open-minded guy and I know making generalizations about an entire country based on a tiny bit of experience is probably an unfair judgement, but fuck it - I'm gonna run with it: India is a nightmare. The week I spent in Delhi and Varanassi gave me enough empirical evidence to confidently label it as a sun-scorched, scabbed asshole of a country which, unless forcibly sent, I will never visit again.

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Lesson: India: country not for the faint of heart or weak of immune system.

Nu'mi pasa daca traiesc sau mor, langa voi mi'e totuna. Nu lasa loc de regrete, nu te'ascunde in trairi inchise sa te'mbete. Varsa'ti ura si extazul, lasa urma lor sa'ti calauzeasca, sa'ti apese pasul. In fond esti doar un muritor.

Iubire e sa dansati fara muzica. Iubire e sa stati la balcon sa va certati din cauza unei poze. Iubire e sa iti dea papucii. Iubire e sa ajungi acasa si sa o suni pentru a o intreba "one last time" daca e sigura de ce a hotarat. Ambitia imbecila ce o caracterizeaza e sa zica sa o lasi balta. Iubire e sa te sune la doua noaptea sa iti ceara sa o ierti. Iubire e sa o ierti si sa va impacati.

Iubire e sa stati la temperatura cu minus sa va dati in balerina. Iubire e sa nu va pese ca e frig si ca ninge ca la polul nord. Iubire e sa stati asa, suspendati in aer si sa zambiti.

Iubire e sa o suni, sa va certati si sa'i inchizi telefonul. Iubire e sa te sune inapoi doar pentru a'ti inchide si ea tie. Iubire e sa va certati iar, sa iti dea o palma, apoi sa planga si sa te ia in brate.

Iubire e sa o urasti pe maica'sa. Iubire e sa ajungi sa o urasti pe ea atunci cand te intreaba "daca se afla?". Iubire e sa o iei in brate cand ii este frica. Iubire e sa va tineti de mana pe sub banca. Iubire e sa fii racit, dar sa vii la scoala doar pentru a o vedea pe ea.

Iubire e sa te certe cand chiulesti. Iubire e sa o saruti ca sa'i treaca. Iubire e cand stati ore'n sir si va imaginati cum ar fi sa fiti casatoriti. Iubire e sa vrei un baiat pe care sa'l cheme Paul. Iubire e ca ei sa i se para ca Paul suna a gay. Iubire e sa faceti supozitii gen: "nu te las sa'ti iei catel pentru ca o sa sara in piscina, iar eu nu sunt dispus sa fac baie in apa cu aroma de caine".

Iubire e sa te intrebi cum ai putut sa fii atat de idiot de revelion. Iubire e sa pui la status ca esti ferice dupa ce te'a iertat. Iubire e sa o intrebi cate minute mai are, iar ea sa'ti raspunda ca doi fac sex.

Iubire e sa stati pe niste scari vai mortii lor si sa va promiteti ca nu o sa uitati. Iubire e ca acum sa urasca lebedele. Iubire e sa o luati pe drumuri diferite, dar in final sa ajungeti in acelasi loc unde a inceput totul, sub un cer senin.

Iubire e, ca dupa mult timp, inca sa va mai lasati trasi inapoi de amintiri. Iubire e sa gresiti pentru ca va era dor. Iubire e sa se intrebe cat de cretina ar trebui sa fie pentru a te indeparta de ea. Iubire e sa pretinda ca te'a uitat, stiind ca exista altcineva care merita tot ce ai tu de oferit.

Acum, mai putem doar sa zambim amar in timp ce citim ce am aberat eu mai sus, sau sa ne vina sa ne dam palme pentru ca ne'am pierdut.

Iubire e ce'am avut noi ..

Am gresit, iar acum mi'e dor si doare.

"I took their smiles and i made them mine, i sold my soul just to hide the light. And now i see what i really am: a thief, a whore and a liar."

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През 2008-ма състезанието се води между БТР, Мери Бойз Бенд и Ритон (за ГРУПА на годината), Марияна Попова е ПЕВИЦА, а Графа - ПЕВЕЦ (и двамата нямат албуми тази година).
Радио дава награда за ТВ клип, естрадни мумии са ВДЪХНОВИТЕЛ (за кой?), спират музиката на афтърпартито, за да търсим изгубената слушалка на Елица Тодорова (оказа се под/в гъза на Любо).
+ Невена си заслужава наградите. Само тя направи нещо тази година
- Елица и Стоян са досадни, разбраха го всички
+ Иван, Андрей и Део са в час. Но те нямат нищо общо с музиката
- Дичо не става за водещ, въобще

На целия фон най-адекватни бяха Остава, Любо и Братя Аргирови, което незнам доколко е хубаво

D_2 промениха живота ми!

Миро е от село _ _ _ _ _?

Снимките са на Георги Димитров за Нетинфо.бг

Dear Madam President:

MV Princess of the Stars’ sinking is a terrific tragedy.  It is another point scored against government in the subject of safety.  You have every right to be angry at the incident.  A law has already been passed providing for the creation of the National Transport Safety Board (NTSB) out of an original proposal to former President Fidel V.  Ramos for establishing a Philippine Safety Council by Executive Order (EO).  Instead of putting out an EO due to the need for the creation of a new office, legislation was sought by former Pres.  Ramos.  Congress complied and before the end of his tenure as President, the NTSB law was passed.

However, I remember with grave sadness Congress and DOTC complaining that after the law was enacted Ms. Emilia Boncodin told them in a letter sending back the manuscript of the enacted law, that sorry, government has no money.  That is patent bull shit, Madam President.  Boncodin meant that DBM had nothing to spare to support a new agency such as a safety agency.  Ms. Boncodin had it all wrong.  She has so much money in the banks, in real estates, in houses and lands named after her relatives, in shares of stocks of blue chip PSE listed corporations, and in many other places who knows where!

Boncodin merely stopped short of telling Congress and the Executive Branch: don’t fuck with DBM because it is mine!  Don’t even salivate after DBM money because it is mine alone to dispense!!!  Shit!!!

(Above, photo of shit ugly Miss Emilia/Emily Boncodin, adoptive daughter of Madam Cory Aquino.  Golden Gown sold by Syracuse.)

For the love of God, during her (Boncodin’s) time, she even demands cash or checks just before releasing funds to a payee (contractor, supplier) of the government via the DBM and her take runs to millions up to a high of hundreds of millions or even more!  And she won’t release the money unless she gets her suitcase- or boxfull of money, a cheque or even a post-dated cheque (PDC), the bitch!  Garapal, Madam President!  Masyadong garapal, that Boncodin!

And then she and her fellow thieves who banded together in the group called HYATT 10 (Dinky Soliman, Mely Nicolas, King Deles, etc.  who got at the very least 100 million each from the Peace Bonds Super Scam) had the nerve to say they were resigning from a corrupt government.  Their group HYATT 10 came to be known as Black and White Movement (BnW) — that high and mighty group doing its best to moralize the country to their own brand of stupid morality.  Again much later they became the Former Senior Government Officials (FSGO) — the same stupid corrupt maniacs by another name.  Now they say they are the BUSINA! The shits, Madam President, the wretched of our society.

Boncodin (not to mention her fellow thieves), is / are to blame for many of our poor people’s, of all our citizens’ woes.  DBM’s word is like God’s Law.  What DBM says, sticks.  When DBM speaks, all the Cabinet and all the Legislators, all the Judiciary trembles.  The MV Princess of the Stars would never have happened if DBM did not torpedo the law and acted on it so its intent will be actualized.

But selfish interests prevail over humane compassion and respect for life and property.  Self-aggrandizement comes first before the universally recognized concept of not letting non-land worthy, unseaworthy and non-airworthy assets be allowed to embark from their stations.

This is notwithstanding that said assets should also not be allowed to set off in very inclement weather conditions.  So that none nor nothing will blamed if a mishap takes places.

Therefore Madam President, whether or not Ms. Boncodin will be put in jail for superlative performance of corruption in government during her time from a simple Director, Assistant or Under Secretary then Secretary, it is most respectfully prayed, albeit begged that you finally take the final steps towards operationalizing the NTSB.

From a moral standpoint, the MV Princess of the Stars tragedy is not just accidental deaths of the innocent, hapless casualties! It is a deliberate mass murder of helpless victims just because of that overwhelming determination to amass a hideously humongous amount of dirty wealth!!!

It will be feather in your cap and I grant that you’ll be remembered for a long time for advocating safety more than the other presidents had ever done!  At least FVR will be cited for possibly certifying the proposed safety bill as urgent, if that ever happened.  But it will be to your credit that the law finally became a reality!

Remember,  you have always said you respect the Rule of Law.  Well, let's give the Law its due.  Godspeed!

More power to you and may you have a successful trip outside of the country!

Sincerely yours,

Girbaudz