...

somehow i miss the good things. it always turns out that the things that appear to be most important fade away with time. happened a couple of times so i should rather hang on to this one. the times when the adrenaline rush kicked in, the times when the pedal was to the metal, the times where we almost crossed the border between life and death were our greatest. limits make us see the things around us in a different perspective, things like fighting, killing, wars, parties, drinking. the link between them is so subtle and so glorious, not even the most cunning minds can grasp their full relationship. but then again, who are we to judge, another speck of dust in the world. hold on to what you believe in most and see where it leads you. i will just hold on to you to see if you lead me down the path i want to go...

NATO

Just out of curiosity, why would NATO want to have the stupid summit in Bucharest? another chance to show how incapable is Romania of dealing with this kind of situations and how police can easily and without remorse block any manner of human rights on command? we have a lovely country. Pity it is filled with incompetents.

inflatable women.

Not that i am particulary interested but I cannot help but be amazed at how much people are trying to replace women. The odd part is that they are getting better and better at it, looking at the fact that today's inflatable dolls tend to look alot better than most women (which is not very difficult in Western Europe). They don't talk without being talked to, they are always willing to have sex with you even if you're the ugliest bloody homo sapiens that ever roamed the land. The attached picture is an example.

Sad but True

http://www.220.ro/Nothing_Else_Matters_varianta_lautareasca-60752.html

Micro-revolution with Colages

Well well... the time has come to rise against the authority. With the changes made in the recent days (and by changes I mean people getting fired) the student body felt very strongly about bringing the issues of Raymond and tech staff for MAD students out on the table for a little discussion. Sadly enough the decisions to let all the tech staff that holds the Media, Arts and Design section together was taken by the pricks in the financial dept with no consideration whatsoever on the impact that this will have on the students and the quality of learning. Apart from that and perhaps one of the most important aspects of this so-called cut-back is the fact that the Digital Photography and Video Arts course has it's hands behind it's back, finding itself without the resources or manpower to continue a normal course of action in learning. As you have all noticed, the Media Hub is open every now and again these days putting student projects and deadlines at risk. As student representative for the first year I will be attending today's Field Committee meeting to try and get some answers as to why this rash and stupid decision was taken in the middle of the second semester and what will happen to the empty workplaces. Any questions or queries are welcome and if nothing is solved within the deadlines that will hopefully be imposed today, a petition will be in order, as well as various forms of protest, chapter at which I am sure you can be very inventive given a proper occasion.

?

i have noooo idea

Armagheddon Movie Minute

NASA

An asteroid is coming. We are in trouble.

Nerd

You must blow it up from the inside. Probably.

NASA

Let's teach drillers to be astronauts, on account of drilling is too hard for astronauts to learn.

Bruce Willis

Instead for a ninjillion dollars, we will only do it if we don't have to pay taxes anymore, because audiences can relate to that.

Audience

I can relate to that. Therefore, I love it.



THE END

Changing of the guard

Perhaps these days the feeling of being a five-year-old has faded just a little bit. Traveling and living by myself made the five-year-old a little bit more self conscious. Strange, if maybe only for a little while. Third day without any sort of alcohol and just a few smokes to get by. Result? It's not that hard as it may seem, go to a club and buy a pint of sprite.

Strange, by all means. At least as far as my friends are concerned i have a problem :)) Fair enough, but it's only temporary and will be solved in a few weeks. Slovakia will bring me back to normal again, especially having in view that the no smoking in clubs policy doesn't exist there. Sebb will not enjoy this but Adam and me... Lovely. In other news, soon there will be a net quality film that i am working on. Please express your opinions. No being rude or swearing...I will kill you in your sleep. But do be patient because people keep bugging me and telling me that patience is a virtue. Really?

Valentine's Day

Having dunk like a Hummer the night before, i get woken up at 7 o'clock by this strange text from a number i don't recognize: "Happy Valentine's Day. May all your wishes come true and may you have a good day". Well i wish you would die, which you probably didn't. Second off: "have a nice day". Maybe i don't fucking want to. maybe i had so many good days i just want a crappy day to come along. do you have a problem with that piglet? Ok ok... none the less a charming and romantic atmosphere in town, everybody having roses or heart-shaped balloons bought for somebody they're not even going to shag that night. Knob heads! And consider this interesting fact. Today some thousands of the most imbecile kinds in the world are going to be conceived. How awkward is that. All in all you don't really need a holiday to give a present to someone you care about. It's an american tradition and well... like everything that comes from america, save cars perhaps... is shit.

Day 20 of the New World Order

today i came to realize that the level of culture of a nation is measured by the quality of the art or inscriptions in the public toilets. Hmmm... judging by your reactions, some of your countries are FUCKED!

Cheers.

On songs

"you're out of sight but always on my mind..." and so on and so forth. Have had a full night yesterday, or better yet today. The actions were of little consequence mainly but the fact that i had my mp3 player tipped the scale a good deal. Somehow Whitesnake, Disturbed, Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams changed and played with my moods as they pleased.
"this time everything is all right, this time everything is easy" and so it seems it would be for a couple of minutes. Do you remember us in the living room watching the Whitesnake concert? Do you remember singing Bon Jovi - All about loving you? Do you guys remember playing Summer of 69 on the way to the sea side or 99 in the shade in the forests? Do you remember Metallica - I dissapear while snowboarding down slopes? It was there, they were there as were we. Times change, people change, burn the bridges but don't forget the songs. the sort of remind you of somethings that used to be, or push you towards something you want to be. Remember the good old days when songs meant something..."This is how you remind me" - Nickleback.

Good song of the day

I love the blues,they tell my story,
If you don't feel it you can never understand.
So many times I thought about it
And now I know just what it means to be a man.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate.'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand I'm walking in the
shadow of the blues.
All of my life I've had a shady reputation,
I've been the black sheep of the family all along.
I never know if in my heart I'm really guilty
But, I've been accused of never knowing right from wrong.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate.'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.
My father said you're crazy,
He said what you gonna do?
I left with my guitar and said I'll leave it up to you.
I'm gonna live the life I love
And live the life I choose,
And I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.

Everyday of my life.

I love the blues, they tell my story,
If you don't feel it I will tell you once again.
All of my life I've been caught up in a crossfire,
'Cos I've been branded with the devil mark of cain.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate. 'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand ...
I'm walking in the
shadow of the blues.

On relationships

Awkwardly enough everybody wants a girlfriend/boyfriend. Why? Yeah yeah i know your line... because you fall in love. Right... That's a fine excuse but what about the times when you end up changing moods without apparent reasons just because she/he doesn't want to meet up with you today? It's a noble act, trying to make somebody happy with the sacrifice of your own happiness. My opinion? Fuck nobility :). What about your friends? Take a look at the seemingly unimportant reactions you get from your friends. They should matter, taking into account that the warning has come in due time, at least from one side. On the other hand it is of notable importance to walk around with a hot broad at your side, but not to be stupid enough to get affected by everything that happens. How about that huh? want to try and see what happens? There's still a party tonight if you care to join. Don't bring your girlfriend but do come along. you'll see it'll be alright. you're amongst friends.

To M.C.D.

On the greatest democracy in the world.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080204/ap_on_re_us/family_killed

Yes.. we gave americans a some rope, a lot of rope... and they hung all of us with it.

I was just checking my mail when this news popped up. i scanned the thext but to my surprise.. i was not surprised. Somehow this event has happened so may times in a row in america that it is not surprising, it's fucking statistics and that's that. Only in america can a 15-year old prick who lived in a playstation all his pitiful life can get the idea that it's ok to shoot your family. Please remind me why was the death penalty excluded? These kind of kids should be put to sleep... with AIDS. Why? Why not? Only in america people dress like clowns, kidnap and rape children then either bury them or cook hem. Strange? I would be inclined to believe so. So why is anybody surprised that every now and again when a gun is found, somebody has to be shot, and by somebody i am likely to be right by considering at least one dozen people. It's a full clip what the fuck... and meanwhile, there's elections. Please somebody, ask the candidates what would they do regarding the mentally retarded boy and how would they feel. they fuck the country up, they should know how to un-fuck it back...

Galleries

Perhaps one of the most interesting things i did these days was to go to some galleries in London. As assignment i was to observe and review two galleries of my choice and publish the results. My first impulse was to see Louise Bourgeois but her exhibition had been over with for a little while so instead i saw Munoz at the Tate Modern as well as Photographic Portrait Prize 2007 at the National Portrait Gallery. Interesting enough i noticed something peculiar about the people watching the works of art. Without realizing, people would try to imitate the work of art while admiring or analyzing it. It seemed to be more obvious in Tate, Munoz's exhibition having been based on sculpture. since sculpture is 3D, and one can observe and analyze it from various angles, the feeling one gets from admiring it turns into a body posture that more often than not is a replica at a random scale of the artwork. The Portrait Gallery, even if as interesting as ever, failed to carve such deep reactions on the viewer. None the less, the observation gave me quite a lot of thoughts as to whether 3D art (i.e. sculpture, various installations) affects the artistic side of a person faster, or perhaps more intense than 2D works of art (i.e. painting, photography, etc) and if so... is photography a part of the lesser impressive ones?

On consumerism

It is of little importance where in the world you are. Notice people around you staring at the window panes of the shops looking for something to buy. Tons and tons of commercials advising you to buy this or that. Buy it for fucking what? To quote a classic voice "the malls are a bunch of pricks buying shit they don't need with moeny they don't have". Look in your own house... didn't you buy something this month just because it was on sale?

A deeper, more introspective view on...Sunday

As a dull Sunday morning announces itself at the doorstep, the people in the flat feel like whipping their willies out and taking a piss on the day. Surprised? it's not rain babes, it's us :)

Hemingway and Twain kept me up until 6 o'clock, nothing new under the sun since Seb's stalker did in the previous night. Surprised? so am i :)

With Whitesnake in my head, a cigarette and a sip of whiskey i welcome one of the shittiest days of the week. no party, no money, on mood. my laziness has spoke it's last words as i convince myself to get the fuck out of bed. 300? Leonidas can take his Moleskine out and take notes regarding my fearsome fight with a cruel and tempting laziness.

A deeper view of Sunday finds me broke, lazy and in the mood to skull-fuck anybody who dares interrupt me from doing nothing. Change of song: "Whitesnake - Walking in the shadow of the blues".

Have a nice day and hope it doesn't rain...

Remember the days of the old school yard?

woke up after Bryan's party. Internet. Ate. Internet. Go to gym at 6. Internet afterwards. Do you notice a pattern forming here?

i despise Internet but still look at us, we are all depending on it. you are, because you're reading my worthless piece of shit :)). we waste days and days of your lives looking into a screen that gives you some information ( an occasional physical excitement for our 2 girls one cup - loving flatmates ) and nothing more. Do you remember when we were kids and friends were friends? not myspace fags that have 20000 friends. what the fuck is that. you are so ugly you will never be acquainted to that many people in your lifetime. or perhaps... if you are a hooker, maybe you'd me more popular ( i hope i didn't give you too many ideas. don't think too much or your fuzzy little head will blow to bits ).

do you remember how it felt to have friends that at the drop of a button would come down in the dead of the night to give youa lighter or soe stupid shit like that? don't live a digital life. what will become of you after you die because your stupid and you jailwalked while there was a big big big big red truck coming towards you at a reasonably high speed as to spred you like marmelade? a Facebook account? reall classy :)

take your time and remember how the good old times uesd to be, before the Internet became the world's diary... or ashtray.

On self-important people

I'm cranky when i'm hung over. I've been cranky all week as a result. today, while we were nicking a cart from Lidl i was also paying attention to people around. that straight face, that stupid fucking stare, that air of self-importance that makes you want to shove the cart in their backs so that they fall on their self-important face. Everybody looks at you on the street like you're a nothing. people.. you have issues!

you hide behind your fancy mobile phones and cheap imitations to try and escape the stress of a 9 to 5 job that requires you to be nothing more than wheels in a bigger monarchic ( actually quite socialist if you ask me ) machine.

Also notice the niggers wearing those useless bluetooth head sets. well, since you can talk on the phone and have both hands free, how about you come over here and fondle my balls, will'ya? i do have to agree on the fact that you're as good as people think you are but... it's not like that. you ended up being beaten to a pole by the media, and being told that if you don't like this and that yo're a lesser mortal. they spoon-fed you brainless lot this bollocks and you cunts and fagots ate it up.

another bothering thing is the primark girls. you go get your shit for 5 quid and then show it off as if you were a diva. just like your ball - fondling friends mentioned beforehand, after you get all dressed up to go to a pub and show off your goods, you drink 3 pints and get smashed. what the fuck find of a life is that???

the youth is just brutalized these days. it is the proper equivalent of propaganda. if you want to be hip you must have a pair of shoes that fuckin' blow up at the press of a button. give me a break... is that going to change your pitiful little life in any way? you'll be the same worthless cunt, same emo kid or the same wanna be gangsta you were before you bought them. be a lot of brainless sheeps. the unthinking majority.

do all of these and wake up in the morning realizing you crucified personal creativeness.

Student Mornings

Last night we happened to go to a concert. Randomly, unscheduled and totally dull concert. Band was alright. lead singer ( chick ) had no manner of tits whatsoever or voice for the same matter. Can - opener - face... It finally ended around 12 so we went drinking. can't really piece together the drinking session but my morning confirmed that we had one.
My room was quite the same as last night with minor exceptions. i forgot the window opened and it blew all the ash from the ashtray everywhere. empty cans and bottles lying about on the hallway, telling us there's cleaning to be done. the one extinguisher that still had water last night was empty and bent in the hallway. don't even want to know how that happened. two people i don't recall meeting were sleeping on the cold kitchen tiles. i let them sleep their hangover away in piece. for a moment still, my mind raced with stupid ideas of what we should do to them. by that time, one of my mates was already up and staring at the anarchy in the kitchen and the two semi-dead bodies.
i was looking on the internet yesterday and found a badge that said : "enjoy it now, after college is called being an alcoholic". that was all i could think of at the time. i washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs for a cigarette. parties were held everywhere last night, therefor the only other person was a hung over 3rd year student dragging his laundry to the laundrette. "this is student living" my mate said behind me, lighting one as well.
All i could think about was Bryan's goodbye party later in the evening today. i sort of see history repeating itself.

Student living my friends, student living.