De multe ori am zis ca o sa scriu ceva pe tema asta. Dar iata ca momentu’ abia acum a venit. Ca acum simt eu ca o iau razna putin. Sunt in deplasare in alt oras si in general daca nu iesi la o cafea/bere stai in casa si incerci sa vezi si tu un film ca omu’. Si dintr-o prostie, te uiti pe imdb.com la topuri. Va prezint topul imdb pt SUA.
10. The box.
Descriere: A small wooden box arrives on the doorstep of a married couple, who know that opening it will grant them a million dollars and kill someone they don’t know.
Foaaaaaaaaaaaarte interesant.
9. Law abiding citizen.
Descriere: A frustrated man decides to take justice into his own hands after a plea bargain sets one of his family’s killers free. He targets not only the killer but also the district attorney and others involved in the deal.
Hai ca asta pare mai interesant. Si e cu Gerard Butler. Scottish delight!
8. Paranormal Activity.
Descriere: After moving into a suburban home, a couple becomes increasingly disturbed by a nightly demonic presence.
Da….deja incepe sa se prosteasca…. filme “horror” bune nu cred ca am mai vazut de mult, si asta clar nu e unul din ele…
7. Couples retreat
Descriere: A comedy centered around four couples who settle into a tropical-island resort for a vacation. While one of the couples is there to work on the marriage, the others fail to realize that participation in the resort’s therapy sessions is not optional.
Alta comedie romantica psihologica in care cuplurile care erau la cutite isi dau seama ca tre sa treaca peste probleme si asa mai departe. Nu stiu, nu am vazut filmul. Daca nu e asa, sa ma anunte cineva si imi voi cere scuze oficial. Desi nu cred!
6. The fourth kind
Descriere: Fact-based thriller involving an ongoing unsolved mystery in Alaska, where one town has seen an extraordinary number of unexplained disappearances during the past 40 years and there are accusations of a federal cover up.
Da, ati ghicit, alt “horror”.
De aici incolo, top 5 ar trebui sa insemne ce se consuma in SUA in materie de filme. Adicatelea numai bunatati!
5. This is it
Desigur, nu o sa mai bag prezentare, ca toti stiti… multi l-ati vazut… multi plangeti dupa el de parca v-ar fi fost frate de cruce… dadada…am inteles ca a fost king of pop dar sincer eu nu ascult pop…. plus ca toata mascarada asta de fiecare data cand moare cineva cunoscut mi se pare inutila si aiuristica rau… Este filmu’ ALA despre MJ. Pun pariu ca cel putin cincizeci la suta dintre cei ce acu il plang pe nenea asta se gandeau inainte sa moara “ba da nu ne mai lasa asta in pace?”. Asa ca puteti inceta showul, e okay acum.
4. The men who stare at goats
Pun pariu ca filmul asta este genial.. Din pacate nu a venit si pe la noi, deci nu il pot vedea ca sa va spun si parerea avizata. Dar dupa ce arata acolo la el….sunt 99.9% sigura ca o sa imi placa. Plus ca line-up-ul e de admirat : George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, Kevin Spacey si Jeff Bridges sunt principalii.
3. Precious
Si aici pare a fi un film bun. E drama. Dar apare in decembrie, deci nu stiu…mai vedem
2. A christmas carol
Se putea sa nu fie in top 3 un desen animat? Ma rog, sa zicem ca povestea asta chiar e ok…. Si se accepta. Dar nu, nu se putea sa nu avem si un d.a. in top 3. Eu cred ca SUA se retardeaza (asta ca sa nu zic ca e retardata).
1. 2012
Si ca sa vedeti cat de retardata este… Ma rog, chiar imi pare rau de J.Cusack, chiar e un actor bun. Dar, dude, wtf? Zice unul ca mayasii sau incasii au numarat pana la 2012 si dupa aia s-au oprit, asta ce inseamna? claaaaaaaaar, murim. Nu, frate. S-a plictisit de numarat. A murit numaratorul. A gasit un job mai bun in padure.
)) Orice! Dar nuu….murim. Bine, ma, murim. Sau, na, muriti voi!
)
Morala e ca ma voi uita la un film cat mai vechi, adica virgula cat mai bun decat sa ma uit la desene animate, sau filme despre prostia omeneasca sau despre mumia lui MJ.
Si, pentru ca o zi fara muzica este ca …. nu stiu….ca o clatita fara ciocolata:)) Iata:
Cred ca astea nu necesita cuvinte. Doar versurile. Cinci din melodiile pe care clar nu le voi uita niciodata.
1. Blue Jean Blues
I done ran into my baby
And fin’lly found my old blue jean.
I done ran into my baby
And fin’lly found my old blue jean.
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline.
If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
‘Cause if I get back those blue jean
You know, my baby be bringin’ ‘em home to me.
2. Don’t think twice
Well, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If’n you don’t know by now
And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter any how
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ alone
Now, don’t think twice, it’s all right
Well, it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
But it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try an’ make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right
Well, it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, babe
Like you never did before
And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, babe
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a thinkin’ and a wond’rin’, walkin’down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
So I’m walkin’ down that long lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
3. Paint it black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev’ryday
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm…
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm…
4. Comfortably numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on
Now
I hear you’re feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am
I… Have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working
Good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on
It’s time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I… Have become comfortably numb
5. 10000 days (Wings for Marie)
You believed
You believed in movements none could see
You believed in me
A passionate spirit
Uncompromise
Boundless and open
A light in your eyes
Then immobilized
Broken, broken
Fell at the hands of those movements I wouldn’t see
Yet, it was you who prayed for me
So, what have I done to be a son to an angel
What have I done to be worthy
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight
She never told a lie
Well might’ve told a lie
But never lived one
Didn’t have a life
Didn’t have a life
But surely saved one
See? I’m alright, now it’s time for us to let you go
Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we’ll* rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations,
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you…
Ignorant fibbers* in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me…
None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blinded by choices these hypocrites won’t see
But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
my* little piece of the divine
This little light of mine, the* gift you passed onto me,
I’m gonna let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way
Your way home…
Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way
but our lives* are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They’ll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out
10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You’re going home…
You’re the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
“I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It’s time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!”…
“Give me my wings!”
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non* believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your maker’s face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallelujah,
It’s time for you to bring me home.
Prinsa intre mii de vise
ma scufund intre mine si noapte
nu mai pot astepta
nu mai pot spera
Trebuie sa imi scot masca asta
ma sufoc sub plasticul roz
si nu te pot astepta
nu vreau sa mai sper
Un sunet de trombon sau doar visul meu?
Incerc sa ma trezesc, sa deschid ochii
dar desi ii deschid
visul continua latent
Trebuie sa scap de cochilia asta
si stiu ca imi va aduce pierzania
dar nu mai pot astepta,
chiar nu mai pot spera
Last night they said the fire had spread and we said our prayers and now the flames are burning me in my bed, but I just don’t care. We all go to sleep in the same place and in the morning hope that we’re all the same, just sit around like broke down cars in the lot waiting for repairs.
There you go.
There it goes…
Well I wish that I was as good as you, caring and trusting, and I wish that my condition was new but I’m old and rusting. So we just hurry up only to wait, add to the list of all the places we hate, and I pretend like I got something to say but I’ve got nothing.
Now I know that you stole, yeah you stole, from the cradles they were rocked in you took the first words that they spoke.
Yeah you stole, yeah you stole, so if I’m a liar and you’re a thief at least we both know where the other one sleeps so let’s end this tonight.
Now I know that you stole, yeah, you stole, from the cradles they were rocked in you took the first words that they spoke.
Yeah you stole.
Yeah you stole.
So if I’m a liar and you’re a thief, at least we both know where the other one sleeps so let’s end this tonight…
Ce fac oamenii la ora asta in general? Unii se trezesc sa se duca la acel loc socioeducativ care se numeste “munca”, unii se duc la celalalt loc de acelasi gen care se numeste “scoala”, altii, ca mine vin de la locul socioeducativ. Mi-am schimbat jobul. De fapt locul. Ceea ce are niste implicatii psihopatologice de genul: nu mai dorm noaptea, ci ziua. My schedule is completely f’d up. Pe de alta parte nu mai pot spune ca daca ies intr-un bar pe la 1 o sa mi se faca somn, ca nu am de ce. Doar m-am trezit la 18.00.
Ma uimeste ce oameni vin noaptea sa ia chestii dintr-o farmacie. Se impart in: oameni care merg la “cazino” si in general au tenul masliniu si multe podoabe ce denota prostul gust in materie de metale si femei, oameni care au facut accidente si pe care chiar ii inteleg si in final, oameni care nu au niciun motiv sa fie treji la ora aia din noapte si vin sa cumpere chestii total dubioase. De exemplu, femei care vin la 3 dimineata sa isi cumpere fond de ten (dar nu stiu care nuanta li se potriveste deci cumpara mai multe). Sa imi explice si mie cineva cum este posibil sa iti amintesti tocmai la 3 dimineata ca ti se termina fondul de ten?! Cum, frate?!
Desigur, este mai putin amuzant decat seara cand apar tot felul de oameni care au senzatia ca oaia/capra/vaca lui este complet acelasi cacat cu animalul vecinului, chiar daca animalul vecinului este un sobolozaurus rex. De exemplu. Om care vine si zice ca vrea un antiinflamator ca il doare maseaua. Pana ca omul competent sa poata sa zica ceva, si anume, sa zicem eu sau o colega de a mea, sare unu’din spate cu gura. A, baga niste algocalmin ca ti trece imediat. Sare si o cucoana, ia ketonal dom’le ca ala e cel mai bun! Pe mine ma bufneste rasul. Trec peste. Faza doi. La care de obicei iti sare tandara… Un om vine si spune ca si anume copilul lui are … sa ii spunem “scaun moale”ca asa e frumos… Un mic retardat care nu stiu ce femeie a gasit de i-a facut copii…si mai are si gura mare pe deasupra…se apropie si ii zice…a pai vezi ca poate a luat rotavirus… Ma, sa moara mam’mare…da rotavirusu asta se ia asa una-doua…bine ca ti-ai dat tu seama dupa fatza lu’tac’su ca are copilul rotavirus…Stupid people. All around.
Ce sa mai zic. Toata lumea e medic, specialist, psihiatru si analist in ziua de azi. Unde sunt taranii? Pai astia de se cred medici ca au citit si ei doua cuvinte de pe net si au senzatia ca sunt smecheri. Mai tin eu minte pe una care statea si dadea diagnostice cu stafilococi aurii lu’colega de rand cand povestea aia ca o doare o unghie.
Nu o sa inceteze niciodata sa ma uimeasca prostia umana. A voastra mizantroapa…
V-am pupat.
Ma bucur ca v-ati hotarat sa ma vizitati intr-un numar asa mare. Eu am fost lenesa rau in ultima vreme. De fapt nu lenesa, ci doar internet-lazy.
Mai demult era un serial care se numea The 4400 prin aer. Era dragut. Ieri am vazut si eu cum arata o pastila de Prozac. Are scris pe ea 4400. Nu stiu ce legatura are.
Oricum, foarte multe numere, nu?
Uite un film care merita vazut. De abia astept sa apara. Care vine cu mine la cinema?
Cateva melodii care ma innebunesc toamna asta…
1. Noro
2. The Wall
3. Sky Blue
4. Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Pe cat de optimist suna numele melodiei, cu atat mai mult te baga in starea aia de duminica-dimineata-ploua-afara-si-eu-sunt-singur-pe-lume
) Merita!
Have a nice depression season!
Revin.
Pai da, stiu ca suna naspa. Dar e adevarat. Cel putin cum o stiam io. Viata aia cu copiat cursuri la xerox, sesiuni cu multe adaosuri sintetice si rezultate in timp util
), cu colegi de camera care au si ei la randul lor prieteni ca sa locuim ca triburile. Asta nu e un lucru rau. Eu ma bucur ca pot sa dorm in ditamai patul doar eu, ca nu mai trebuie sa invat pana la 5 dimineata la toxi (stiu ca la faza asta nu prea ma inteleg multi oameni, chiar acum am avut parte de o privire dubioasa pe la faculta cand am zis ca am invatat la toxi, ceva de genu’ wtf?r u psycho?) si asa mai departe da’ uneori mi-e dor de facultate. Just wanted to get that out. Plus ca nu cred ca ar fi o idee ASA DE REA sa mai fac ceva in facultatea asta…sau in alta. Nuuu?!?
Adevarul e ca nu prea stiu ce sa fac acum. Nu stiu in ce parte sa o apuc, parca as apuca-o in toate partile, dar eu sunt numai una, si momentan eventualitatea unei clonari nu e aproape. Plus: i iz not a sheep.
As vrea sa imi zica toata lumea care trece pe aici (daca mai trece cineva pe aici) o melodie pe care o asculta in momentu’ asta (nu chiar acum-acum, ci in perioada asta) sau eventual sa o trimita (adina.pietrosanu@mail.com). Cred ca ma va ajuta sa ma hotarasc mai usor.
Music always solves my problems.
Pana una alta bag si eu cateva chestii pe care le ascult in perioada asta. Sper sa va placa.
This one’s for my sis.
And this one’s for us.
BTW: Anca, LA MULTI ANI!
Ca sa intelegeti!
Anca Andrei: eh.. la iarna bem impreuna
Anca Andrei: ) damn u woman
Anca Andrei: why must u be specific?
adinuta: )0
adinuta: veniti acasa de sarbatori…am auzit… cocalarelor
adinuta: in loc sa stati acolo sa vin eu
adinuta: dar nu
adinuta: ca nu cred ca mi iau concediu in iarna
adinuta: o sa mi iau in primavara
Anca Andrei: te luam in bagaj la intoarcere mah d c crezi ca venim?
adinuta: ))))))))
Anca Andrei: pune mana si treci p iaurt cu aer sa incapi in pungi
adinuta: )
Anca Andrei: eu probabil vin si la primavara
adinuta: da-te drq
Anca Andrei: iar la iarna vii si tu la vin fiert
adinuta: n-ai si tu rau de avion sau ceva
Anca Andrei: i love u too
Anca Andrei: p draqu
Anca Andrei: imi place
adinuta: )
adinuta: eu am rau de orice
adinuta: cred ca o sa am si de avion
adinuta: )
Anca Andrei: e ca in oraselu copiilor..doar ca poti sa mori
Anca Andrei:
adinuta: pai si in oraselu copiilor poti
adinuta:
Anca Andrei: asa ma gandeam si eu
adinuta:
Anca Andrei: deci e exact ca in orasel doar ca pt aia cu bani
Anca Andrei: ultra cocalar
adinuta: ) adica e exact ca in orasel
adinuta: )
Anca Andrei: da
adinuta: discutia asta va ramane in istorie
Anca Andrei: ca si cei care au compus-o
adinuta: eu oricum sunt cea mai tare dar azi tu esti mai tare ca mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
adinuta:
adinuta: doar azi!
adinuta: sa fie clar
Anca Andrei: ) uite cum facem..tu esti cea mai tare in tara
Anca Andrei: eu aici
Anca Andrei: p teritorii
adinuta:
Anca Andrei: pana la razboiu mondial
adinuta: that makes you cooler!
adinuta: neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeo
Anca Andrei: cand e every badass for themselves
Anca Andrei: oh…we can switch sometimes..shift positions
Anca Andrei:
Anca Andrei: u know what..impartim si noi p perioade daca e… sa fie plebea multumita
adinuta: oka
adinuta: merje
Anca Andrei: we have a deal stalin! cehoslovacia p din doua
Anca Andrei: nasol ca esti p baza d antibiotic..ca tii minte cum vindeca vodka cam orice..
Anca Andrei: se curata si locu
adinuta: )
adinuta: am baut aseara
adinuta: tried that
adinuta: surubelnitza
adinuta: deci nu
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adinuta: oa
adinuta: am primit un mail
adinuta: care se numeste
adinuta: “how high can you score?”
Anca Andrei: ))
adinuta: oh dudes you have like no idea
Anca Andrei: naveti voi scala pt mine
adinuta: ))))))
adinuta: rup cantaru
Anca Andrei: )
adinuta: ma rog…chiar il rup…dar aici il rupeam metaforic
Anca Andrei: ) te intreaba how do you score? cred ca vor detalii
adinuta: hm
adinuta: da
adinuta: daca dau click pe mail s-ar putea sa apara un militian in casa
adinuta: ca un genie asa
Anca Andrei: ) si te ia d ciuf direct la sectie
adinuta: te indoiai de asta?
Anca Andrei: cu pulanu p tine
adinuta: asta suna porno
Anca Andrei: tre sa se distreze si guvernu mai
Anca Andrei: stiu
adinuta: nu ma incanta
adinuta: da-l dreacu ca sa distreaza destul cand muncesc eu
Anca Andrei: dont click it man..dont b their bitch
Anca Andrei: dont*
adinuta: okay
adinuta: i will try not to give in to my desires
Anca Andrei: depinde cum arata politistul..dar mai bn lasa
adinuta: nu ma bazez pe asta frate
adinuta: have u seen the garcea character?
adinuta: f’d up
Anca Andrei: hell yeah..capital f
adinuta: da asa e
Anca Andrei: e bn..cu cat imbatranesc mai mult se pare ca ma senilizez din c in c mai rpd
Anca Andrei: sa ma vezi la 30
adinuta: am un termometru sub brat
adinuta: wait
Anca Andrei: and how do u feel about it?
adinuta: hm
adinuta: glad its not somewhere else
adinuta:
Anca Andrei: good answer..good fuckin answer
Best:
Good:
And now.
Bad. Yuck. Atrocious:
AKA ce se intampla cand doua proaste se apuca sa cante. Libidoul meu e la pamant. Moare. Ma duc sa vomit.