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Downs

highonher — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 21:05:29 +0000

In momentele astea chair as vrea sa ma intelegi.As vrea sa nu ma mai ranesti prin cuvinte negandite.Sa intelegi ca nu pot fi copia ta si ca nu trebuie sa-mi placa aceleasi lucruri ca si tie.Sa ai rabdare cu mine si sa nu am certi.Sa nu crezi ca as fi mandra in fata ta si meschina.

Mereu mi-ai dorit sa ma simt in siguranta si iubita,mai ales ca ai meu au avut grija sa nu ma obisnuiesc cu sentimentul asta.Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa am parte de sustinere cand iau o decizie si sa nu aud fraze de genul ‘nu esti in stare mai bine ai sta in banca ta’, ‘n-ai nici o sansa si iti pierzi timpul aiurea’ sau sa-mi prind cate un ‘ti-am zis eu’sau ‘data viitoare sa te iei dupa mine ca eu stiu mai bine’.

Daca imi place sa fac lucruri tampe nu inseamna ca sunt mediocra in gandire sau proasta.Nu pot sa fac numai chestii destepte poate vreau sa ma si prostesc de dragul diversitatii sau,poate sunt prea obosita si asta e modul meu de relax.

Incearca sa ma cunosti,sa-mi afli mecanismele ascunse:ce ma supara,ce ma inveseleste,de ce am nevoie.Mai ales, incearca sa ma vezi exact asa cum sunt,nu cum banuiesti sau cum crezi ca sunt.Nu ma intepa cu rautatile tale doar pt ca esti incapatanat sau nu-ti convine ceva.

Fii dispus sa ma cunosti si sa ma iubesti asa cum sunt si nu vom mai fi asa diferiti .Incearca sa intelegi ca nu am timpul tau si nici activitatile tale si sa accepti ca nu am aceeasi stare ca a ta.

Au inceput sa ma indispuna cartile de cand am avut discutia despre volumele ‘Amber’ si celelalte carti pe care mi le-ai cerut grosolan[erau cadouri] si, de cand ai devenit mai fascinat de carti decat de mine.Cand vine vorba de atentia/fasciantia/dragostea ta sunt mai invidioasa.

Poate o sa ajungi sa citesti asta cand iti vei aminti ca avem un blog care se presupune ca ar fi al nostru ,nu al meu.

Martisor!

highonher — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 20:11:38 +0000

La Multi Ani mie de Martisor;;)!cu intarziere.

Ziua martisorului am petrecut-o printre planse colorate si fise de fiziologie..lots of fun…sa nu uit de durerile de cap.

Partea buna e ca d-abia astept sa-mi primesc martisorul pt ca se trambiteaza a fi unul fenomenal.

Intre timp un mic martisor nascut intr-o cafenea la timpuri noi cand n-ai chef de fizio

PS: ‘PIG IT!” apartine lui Him&Manuce exclusiv:]

In My Pocket :D

highonher — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:59:14 +0000

Urasc orarul de la facultate.Dar asa intens si cu patos.

Cum sa pui lucrarile practice inaintea cursului?! Tampenie!

Cum sa stai luni mai mult de 13 ore dand ocol sediilor facultatii?!

Ma stoarce la propriu facultatea asta….

Anul asta as fi vrut sa sarbatoresc Dragobetele nu Valentines Day. Deja mi se pare dubios sa stie maicamea de Valentines si sa uite de Dragobete.

Totusi nu ma plang;;)Pana la urma am sarbatorit si Dragobetele (foarte matinal la 8 dimineata),culmea,fara sa-mi dau seama:))

PS: Nici macar acum n-am terminat ‘Jurnalul unui mag’!!!!

Poate mi se pare doar mie dar incepe sa prinda praf posturile lui Him/:)….:P Si ale mele sa fie aberatii:))

Ninge!

highonher — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:29:25 +0000

Mi-e mila de cei care sunt nevoiti sa iasa din casa pe ninsoarea asta:))Sincer chiar nu credeam ca o sa mai ninga dupa soarele ala mandru de acum cateva zile…well eu sunt in vacanta\:D/ am terminat sesiunea de miercurea trecuta \:D/[YEAH!] insa mi-a lasat un gust amar biofizica,in rest totul a fost ok;))

Altii incep facultatea de azi:D bafta lor:P

Aseara am reusit sa scap de o pacoste de pe capul meu si al lui...[imi pare rau pt tipa,sper ca a inteles mesaju] .E un sentiment frumos dar e ultima oara cand ii rezolv problemele.

Vacanta placuta mie!:D:D

“Good luck/Enjoy your nightmares.”

highonher — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 23:19:28 +0000

In ultimul timp m-am simtit departe, singura,uitata parca intr-un loc ascuns.Totul intra intr-o monotonie absolut sufocanta. Nimic interesant, nimic diferit,totul e trist si miroase greu, a sifonier vechi.

Facultate-Acasa. Facultate-Micky. Facultate-Spital. Metrou-puhoaie de fete acoperite de caciuli colorate, geci groase, genti mari. Nici o fata cunoscuta.[doom sucks in my opinion]

Ma chinui de luni sa reusesc sa termin ‘Jurnalul unui mag’.Pana acum doar 63 pag.

Ma doare in cot de sesiune.Agitatie si stress pt nimic. Un ‘test’ cu tam-tam.

Simt cum incep sa ma complac in nepasare, nu mai apucam sa ne vedem,esti ocupat-sunt ocupata,mereun intervine ceva, orare incompatibile,n-avem timp sa vorbim ,dezinteres….bla bla.

So if you want me you’ll have to win me back.

Meanwhile, music saves my soul.

Why I want to write a book

highonher — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 22:04:53 +0000

I want to write a book. It’s not a stupid determination to get published and get a slew of money. It’s nothing something incredously minging like that fact. To be frank, I care too little if I’ll get published or not. All that I want is to write a book about whatever subject comes to my mind and look at it all printed and looking good on my desk. I’ll probably send it to friends and collect their opinions about it. I want to write this book for me ( first of all ) and nothing more.

I used to browse the internet for advice from succesful writers and read books with advice and techniques that famous writers use to be truly succesful. Until it came to my mind that this will not help me to get my book written. Not at all. And that’s because everyone writes in his own style ( of course, there are certain common parts but on the whole, it is different ) and for me it’s very important to have my own style and write this book in my own personal manner and using my own vision of things, not tainted by any other things. Some advice about paging and editing are very useful but just those, not the ones about techniques and ways to hit it to the top.

I have to confess it is very hard to write a book not thinking about getting published and obtain some money but in this way I exercise in that book all my sincerity and all my mind. Writing a book for your own and not for money is a truly hard challenge but you feel more pleased with yourself after you’re done with writing it and you see your manuscript finished on the table. You’re so proud of yourself that you wrote something that’s practically a part of you and you did that for your own sake.

We’re like compasses

highonher — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 21:06:31 +0000

I’m writing this out of the boredom that tends ruthlessly to claim me as hers. Iggy Pop is thundering like hell on earth and I feel tangled up by these unstoppable riffs. Outside it snowed until a few hours ago and when it started, I was wandering on the streets. It meant almost nothing only that I felt good that I was outside when the first snow from this town broke loose. It were huge flakes and it snowed easily, lingering like forever before easily hiting the ground. If felt just good. No more to describe.

I went into the bookshop to buy something that I was supposed to buy for someone and unlike the day before, today I found it. Being there I couldn’t help myself with buying a little bag of black tea. I simply couldn’t. The clerks were rearranging stuff over there ( tea kettles and various books ) so I didn’t linger around anymore.

Outside the snow had changed its intensity and it started to really set a race between the flakes for the ground. The ground turned white in a flash. Where I placed my foot, I made a hole, killing metaphorically all the flakes that came from the sky. But it’s rather innocent.

Invariably, one thing still remained in my mind : John Donne.

Zapada.

highonher — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 19:23:06 +0000

Cand te intorci sa-mi aduci zapada. Nu un munte de zapada, nu o avalansa sau o tona de fulgi de nea. Doar un buzunar de zapada. Daca ma gandesc mai bine ma multumesc si cu putina zapada inghetata pe manusi. De fapt, m-as multumi si cu fulgii razleti din parl tau.

Da! M-as multumi doar cu tine invadat de cativa fulgisori de nea!

Adu-mi izul frigului pe buze, dulceata ghetii pe limba si nasul rosu cel amortit!

Adu-mi o iarna cu zapada ca sa amo scuza sa cuibaresc in sufletul tau.

Continuity

highonher — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:44:43 +0000

Well I just ended up a conversation over the phone with Her and she doesn’t even know I’m writing this post right now, so it might as well be a New Year’s late surprise !

Oh man. 2 years. Ups and downs all over the road until here but now, because we’ve grown some more neurons we vowed to make the best of it no matter what. I don’t really know at this late hour if making pledges for future and thinking of yourself in the future does any good ( well, of course it does but crossing the line is no good, regardless ) but I do know one thing. And this is because of her : Live the moment. This is what we’re doing from now on. Carpe diem. We do have future plans like all couples do ( only that we’re different – ha ! ) but we feel much more like ourselves living the present.

The Past is memory, The Future is possibility but The Present is a gift. That’s why it’s called present.

I can’t hide that this is quoted from the turtle of Kung Fu Panda ( a wonderful movie by the way – we’ve seen it together at the cinema ) and even if it’s a cartoon, it still has a lot to do with innerself and world, generally.

Mind over matter. What am I feeling like right now ? Taking into consideration the fact that every time I talk with her I feel like I’m growing myself inside, I can’t say anything. Why so ? Because I can’t find the proper suitable word for my feeling right now. Marvelous ? Um, no. Extraordinary ? That’s little to say about it. Magnific ? It’s still miles away.

But why am I questioning myself in this manner ? My feeling is one of a kind, unique and distinct from any other feeling a man has. I feel like I could sing my love all night long, like I could stay awake just to her hear breathing and watch her sleeping or write down about her numerous pages without getting to the point. I don’t really know if somebody else can feel like I feel like now, and that makes me a bit special. Just a bit . I feel my heart thumping and beating wild as I read each and every word she writes, each and every word she speaks, each and every move of her body that she sensually does.

She is my world. For now, for ever.

Inceputuri

highonher — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:10:58 +0000

Un el si o ea. Poate din dorinta de a iesi din cercul vicios al monotonie interioare, poate din gluma sau chiar ambitie interioara , s-au decis sa inceapa acum 2 ani ceva. Acel ceva s-a numit mai apoi noi .In timp a devenit un noi moale, dulce ,naiv ,rabdator si extrem de sincer. Un noi care a atins in cele mai multe cazuri numai ganduri si situatii fericite, insa a gustat si din neincredere, regrete si incapatanarea dusa la extrem.

Acum ,noi se afla in fata unui alt inceput.Un inceput in care el si ea realizeaza cat de mult s-au putut schimba si decid sa faca din noi o experienta cu care se vor mandri indiferent ce le va pregati viata.