Rock Out Loud

For the last couple of days I spent a lot of time with a good friend of mine, the one they call Dome, jamming along and freezing to death while rocking \m/. It's all just a result of extreme boredom, state that from now on shall be known as DnB (Dome and Bogdy).

Our masterpieces can be seen/heard here :

DnB - 3 Chords can be Hardcore




DnB - ...or Something (aka ode to boobiez)



DnB - Headless Horseman of Love (named like this because of the incredible and ingenious alignment of the two cameras...)



So there you have it...Let's hope more boredom will make us jam \m/

Believe in yourself! Someone has to...

Each and everyday people tell us that we have to believe in ourselves. Nothing wrong about that, but if you try to read between the lines, you may ask yourself a few questions. For example, given the fact that you trust somebody so much you want to do everything for them, you tell them everything, every single detail about your miserable little life...And what do they do? They pretend to care, they act like they really care about you, but the next thing you know, you get stabbed in the back. After that, what could possibly be the only thing that goes through your mind? 'How can i trust somebody who wasn't able to have faith in someone who deserves it?'. That 'somebody' is you... Life seems unfair most of the times, and those who have the role of making it better, the ones generally known as 'friends', are the first ones who betray you. You wake up early in the morning, thinking that you don't belong anywhere. You feel the need to go back to your roots, but what's the use? There's no one out there for you, you stand alone in the dark asking about directions for paradise...No answer...Nobody cares about you, for them you're just another individual who tries to get to the surface. After struggling, you reach the surface and find nothing. You only find yourself in the situation of not having where to go. Why trust anybody? After all, trust is just a thing that makes people feel closer to each other and eventually develop great relationships, that anyway will come to an end. Nothing lasts forever, not even happiness, not even sorrow. No one and no where to go to... So what would be the purpose of life? The purpose of life is nothing else but what YOU and only YOU want it to be. Don't listen to the others, don't try to be someone else, don't follow someone else's dreams. Your ways are the best and no one can deny it. The others don't know what's best for you, even though they pretend they do... Believe in your dreams...They'll never betray you, they'll never lie to you...You'll always have them, no matter what. Nobody can take away your dreams...Follow them and you'll find a place you belong...Just look for it

Is it fair?

Love is noise...and once the noise is over, this very weird quietness surrounds you and suffocates you. You can't sleep, you just stare and the empty ceiling, maybe hoping that either it will fall on you or receive that phone call that will make you feel better. But none of those will happen. The ceiling will just stay up there, laughing and pointing at you, while the phone call might end up as just another lost dream. When bad things happen, no one will help you..you'll just have to stay there, like a black dot on white sheet of paper, feeling left out and miserable, because you know that you did your best but some people weren't either strong or realistic enough to see that maybe their happiness might be the result of you struggling to turn the world upside down so that they won't feel like not being treated properly. And what do you get? Carelessness, beautiful words thrown in the air, hopes and dreams broken right when you were on the edge of falling into the abyss of happiness. While i'm writing this, maybe that tupid little thing called love has already made another victim. And you just don't seem to get it. Everything goes just great, you forget about all the problems in your life, and most important, you feel that for one person, you mean a lot, and that feeling might give you the wings to fly over absolutely anything. But, this life wasn't made just for our entertainment. God wanted to be able to make fun of us, so he decided to make something that can cut away all this enthusiasm...he named it 'carelessness'. You don't care about how much time has passed, you don't care about the things that we went through to make everything good and most of all you don't care about the moments spent together, the times you were treated like a goddess. You forget that so easily...And after that 'carelessness' occurs, all the good things vanish, so...why would you do your best on this one? Sure, the memories remain, but so do the scars...Scars that carve into your heart a name that you'll never be able to erase, scars that will make you cry everytime you 'see' them, scars that might make your life a living hell. Every song ends, but is that a reason not to enjoy music at all? No, it's not...but whoever decides to compare these two topics, love and music, is a happy mindless freak who has never encountered any problems and who sees life as being pink and pretty... Bullshit...A song lasts for a couple of minutes, and you can replay it as much as you want, whenever you want. Let me see you do that with your life... It's not a matter of minutes, but about months, years, maybe decades that just can't be ignored. And what hurts the most is the fact that you don't want to admit it. You say it's better for both of us, and you just don't want to admit the fact that you are running from the truth, and that you don't have the courage to stand strong and fight. Whenever you see a problem, you run as fast as you can, and just don't care about what you leave behind, all you think about is you. Words meant nothing, actions meant nothing, all the good times meant nothing...I woke up this morning, but maybe it was better not to...The same empty walls surround me and push me around from one to another, but i'm not mad at them...They were the only ones who listened when i had something to say, and they were the only ones receiving punches when i was losing control...It's their right to have a revenge...And all his time, the ceiling is still laughing at me. The ceiling knows i can't reach it now, because i'm small and weak, i'm vulnerable. The phone call...it didn't get here, and maybe it will never get here..Maybe it ended up in somebody else's phone or maybe that number was never dialed. It's autumn...i had plans, hopes, dreams. All of them are gone. They all fell on the ground and everybody sees them, but no one cares about me so much in order not to step on them...Maybe there will be someone...or maybe not. It was nice knowing you, loving you and doing everything for you. I don't regret anything, not even a single second of everything that's been. But i wonder... am i doing anything wrong if i dream that it's not over? Or maybe, this is a dream, and when i wake up, you'll be here with me, holding me in your arms and kissing me. Life is just not fair...

Show yourself...

Show yourself…show me who you really are, what you really think and what you really feel. Put away those glowing masks that you wear just to be someone you know you’re not, someone who you admire for one and only one quality. Be true to yourself…nobody else can be like you are, and if you refuse to be yourself, the world will lose a pure soul, the sky will lose another star and someone out there will lose all his hope. All his dreams, narrowed by one ugly mask which he hates…He knows the real you and he knows who you are. The sad part? You don’t that…You refuse to think that from all those 6 billions of people from this world, you are the only one who means anything to him, and you refuse to take of the mask…Call it alter-ego, call it ‘the process of evolution’, call it whatever you want to call it…It’s not you! And you know it, no matter how hard you try to deny it. It’s not too late…and it will never be, because you know that he still waits for the mask to fall, even though he might wait forever…And why? Because no one can understand love…

'And to be yourself is all that you can do...'

Happiness...

hap·pi·ness hæp i nɪs/ Pronunciation Key - [hap-ee-nis –noun
1.
the quality or state of being happy.

2.
good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.


So…what is happiness? What makes us happy and why can’t we always be happy?
There are over 6.600.000.000 people in this world and maybe even more definitions for this state we like to call ‘happiness’…Each and every one of us has his or her own definition, but, as a general term, we all consider it to be something good that comes out of nowhere…
Some may think that happiness is when you get a new car, or buy some fancy new shoes, when you go to the mall and stare to all those expensive ‘i-can’t-afford’ merchandise and some might think that happiness is when you spend time with someone you love and who means the whole world for you.
I once read somewhere ‘You can’t get happiness if you don’t provide it’, and I gotta say I can’t agree more…Sure, ar first, you will just seem to get along with the fact that everyone around you will try to help you and so, in other words, they’ll try to make you happy…You might never think that, you know, in their human stupidity, they might expect you to do something for them, although they’ll never say it, whether because they are ashamed, or maybe just because they believe you have a sense of rationality. Anyway, the point is that someday, they will need your help…it’s absolutely guaranteed that someday they will need a hand and that they will expect YOU to offer that hand.. But no, why would you do that? Once again, they won’t come and say ‘Hey man, I really need your help’…no..maybe they’ll try to shove it up your posterior (I used a nice word) in the most elegant way they could possibly do it..’Man, something awful happened to me <>, I wish someone could help me’…and you’ll say ‘yea man…I hope you find someone’…WRONG!! You’ll get away from it, pull yourself out of it…but you won’t get rid of it…As kind as this world may seem to be, there will be someone who will tell you that maybe they needed you, but you weren’t there…you’ll feel miserable, no doubts about it…and where would your happiness be right now? Nowhere…YOU CAN’T HAVE HAPPINESS IF YOU DON’T PROVIDE IT…
Jimmy has a new car…he is happy…Billy has a son…he is also happy…Jimmy will be angry when he’ll get drunk and will hit a tree that suddenly appeared between alcoohol steams and jumped in front of him…Who cares? He has insurance…he didn’t pay all that money for nothing… Billy will be grateful when he’ll get drunk and his son will cry because of that…he’ll know that what he did was wrong, and that the tears on his son’s cheeks mean a lot more than a tone of metal spread all over the highway. Billy will know he was wrong, but Jimmy’s friggin insurance company won’t say that…Naaah, as a matter of fact, they might encourage him to do that again…What the hell? Money comes from that…So, in the end, who’s happy? The one who knows he made a mistake, or the one who relies on the insurance company? So…what is happiness? Sure, you’re happy when you purchase something, you’re happy when you graduate, when get married, you’re happy when your son is born, when he makes his first steps, your happy when you move I a bigger house and you know that your child has a roof above his head, you’re happy for his first diploma…you’re happy when he’ll meet his true love, but you’re also happy when he buys his own flat, or his own car… Happiness is a general thing…it doesn’t have anything to do with material or spiritual, but with both…no matter what you do, you can’t have one without the other, and when someone says that money don’t bring happiness, slap him, but in the same time, kiss his forehead for the wise thing he just said…

‘You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.’ (Albert Camus)

Here goes nothing...

La sugestia unei prietene, am decis sa imi 'populez' blogul si cu altceva decat versuri scrise in 10 minute, pe timp de noapte...so...here goes nothing
Pana cand o sa am inspiratie si o sa scriu ceva cu adevarat interesant...try this

Rollercoaster Rush
Jocuri de aventura! Ajuta copii din trenulet sa se distreze cat mai mult pentru a aduna cat mai multe puncte pe parcursul celor 15 nivele.

Opprobrium

Feeling lost again
Stuck between these two worlds that never seem to end
I can only feel the rain
Flying above all the dreams, forgetting all this pain

Lying on the ground
People whiping their feet and pushing me around
I need to feel this gap
Memories that fade away and never coming back

Defeated by their God
I'm walking between graves but i can only see the fog
I heard their stupid lies
So tired of being the blind man who sits alone and cries

The footsteps in the sand
Have disappeared and now I crawl trying to reach your hand
The apple from that tree
Just blame the fruit for our wish of setting ourselves free

The angels call my name
The devils try to reach me and the clowns will start their game
Fallen on my knees
I take a deep breath and I know I  cannot be deceased

It all happens in my mind
The flesh, the skin and bones are waiting for the end of time
And as the sky awaits
I turn to see a God that gently handles all our fates