Almost

Se apropie incet, incet si sfarsitul semestrului.Pana acum stam bine cu scoala, desi s-ar putea si mai bine.Tezele is pe terminate, testele care se mai dau is numa asa, ca sa ne mai schingiuiasca mediile.In rest putem spune ca iarna se apropie si vine zapada!Si odata cu asta Mosu'....mda,  mosu'.
In fine....Saptamana asta am reusit sa scapam de scoala vreo 2 zile in plus, si am fost binecuvantati cu vacanta asta de 1 decembrie.Nu ca ne-ar fi dat-o pt altceva decat sa invatam pt teze sau teste, dar macar nu ne-am mai stresat cu alte ore.In sfarsit am reusit sa dorm mai mult de 8 dimineata, si sa ma culc dupa 12:)).Dar dupa atata fericire, vine duminica cand trebuie sa invat pt teza de la romana si testu' de la logica.Yuppy!...de parca numa de asta as avea chef.Macar am noroc!La romana o sa fie teza gen ''chill'n'relax'.Dar la logica cred ca ne da ceva serios, de fapt is sigur de asta.Mdaaa...si marti test la geogra, miercuri la info:(.Parca intentionat ne-o dat vacanta, ca sa ne poate da vreo 5 teste intr-o saptamana.O sa trecem si peste astea, cumva.
Profa de romana ne-o solicitat material pt revista scolii.Povesti, poezii, shit'n'stuff.Si se pare ca vrea neaparat sa particip si eu cu ceva.Cred ca o sa-i dau aia,,Fericire''.Sau poate....
ONCE UPON IN SEPTEMBER

Sitting silent and waiting the end

Of a lifetime of struggle and hate

The clock ticks for the last time

And your heart is aching with pain

But then you wake

Look outside and remember

How we met

Once upon in September…

How we smiled at each other

And how we didn’t bothered

That others were looking at us

That feeling was like no other

Remember how we said

It’s going to last for ever

And that is

How we met

Once upon in September…

How we walked among the stars

Of our dreams that were so bizarre

We used to stay forever

Just so we could be together

We used to talk for ever

About

How we met

Once upon in September…

And now that you remember

Don’t stay there and surrender

Let’s walk again

Let’s fight this war

It’s going to be better

If we just stay together like we did

When we met

Once upon in September…

sau

THE SHADOWS

What are you running from,

The shadows of the dawn?

Those mysterious beings

That can’t be seen.

They haunt us at night

Afraid of the light,

We can’t watch them crawling

But when they’re right

Behind our back, you can hear a soft voice

Crying over and over: ,,I exist’’

We fear them the most

We run from them like hell,

They’re not of this Earth

They’re under a spell.

A different kind of magic,

That curses them all

To walk forever the lands

They walked before they were dead.

And under the moonlight

That is as dim as a candle light

We stand and wait for the end

Knowing that it’s our it’s our last stand.

They strike fast

Until the last.

But don’t be afraid

If I can’t stay

I’ll the angels from hell

To protect you from them.

I’ll tie my heart in chains

So that they won’t take it away.

I’ll  give my soul to you

To keep you safe too.

So that when they come for you

You won’t be alone

You’ll have my heart and my soul

To keep them away, to make them go.

And I know you’re safer that way

‘Cause wherever you’ll be

My heart and my soul

Will watch over you

To make sure you’re okay.

Mdaaa....probabil raman la povestea aia cu Dio.In fond si la urma urmei cred ca ii trebuie ceva in romana asa ca...Trebuie numa' sa-i trimit pe mail varianta cu diacritice.Brrr! Ma ingrozeste cat o sa am de corectat.Si o sa arate asa de ciudat la final.De ce trebuie sa avem diacritice in romana?

Stiti ce am incercat recent?Omegle.com.Jur ca am ras cu lacrim!Ii un site unde vorbesti cu straini din toata lumea, asa, anonim.Am zis ca daca doamne feri nimeresc ceva pedofil:)).Dar am fost surprins sa gasesc un turc si un sarb carora le place aceeasi muzica ca si mie\m/.Ce-i drept mai erau si cativa ciudati.Dar, nu am stat mai mult de 10 min.Si probabil ca nu o sa mai repet experienta prea curand...

In fine...

La conferinta internationala a mafiotilor. Dupa sedinta il capo di tutti capi in chema pe Ivan, seful mafiei rusesti, la el.
- Auzi Ivane, tu ai vila din asta cu 2 etaje cum am eu?
- Nu, raspunde Ivan.
- Dar Mertzane ca ale mele, ai?
- Nu.
- Dar lant din asta gros cat 2 degete, de aur, ai?
- Nu.
- Mai, pai ce mafiot esti tu? La congresul urmator sa nu te aud ca nu ai ce ti-am zis azi, clar?
Merge Ivan acasa si il striga pe servitorul lui, Aliosa.
- Aliosa!!! Da jos ultimele 3 etaje de la casa, vinde elicopterele si cumpara Mertzane, iar cainele du-l in casa ca lantul lui trebuie sa-l port eu." =)))

Asa ca sa mai radem, ca-i sanatos.

Serus!...