NOA.

Noa.

Fiul lu’ Pepe: “tati?! tu stii ca exista oameni care numara zilele pana la craciun (cu c mic)?

Tata lu’ fiul lu’ Pepe: ” Nu cred!!!”

P.S. – AGAIN!

Noa.

Sincer, dintre toti tampitii de pe planeta asta, oricat de insensibil m-as lauda a fi, la shmenu asta live am fost tot o piele de gaina:

Cheers!

P.S. – oai fain canta si tampitu asta (apasa pe text bah)!

Noa.

“Strange
Kinda feels unguided
I think the voice of life went
It went bang bang in my head
And now
It’s just a little exciting
Like more than perfect timing
It goes bang bang in my head
And in this moment I’m just a little weak
And In this moment I cannot quite find my feet
And in this moment I could see this day
Leave me
And in this moment I’m wondering effortlessly
And in this moment I have questions
Money
It goes bang bang in my head
And so
I will not deny it
Not even try and fight it
It goes bang bang in my head
Like that
That the fever takes hold
When all the peoples’ hands go
They go bang bang in my head
And in this moment I’m just a little weak
And In this moment I cannot quite find my feet
And in this moment I could see this day
Leave me
And in this moment I’m wondering effortlessly
And in this moment I have questions
Money
It go bang bang in my head”

Sara Schiralli – Bang Bang

Noa.

There’s this guy, who used to be very in love with this girl, but after a lot of time, that guy decided that: that is not enough. He ran away to “far far away…” (how far is far far away, anyway?).

In donkey land he found someone very special that reminded him of his far far away love that was far away from far far away land, so he decided to fall in love with someone else who was kind, beautiful and thoughtful and really close to far far away kingdom (NOT YOU!).

Stop feeling  important! Do what you want, not what you think it’s going to be a good revenge. You’re only going to screw your far far away love.

Cheers!

P.S. – once you get to far far away you realize that  there’s no far far away.

copie de la copie dupa far far away! (really nice lyrics! n-are legatura cu tine macrameu)

Noa, hai cu un post la misto ca luna asta n-am scris deloc in minunata publicatie.

Top 3, famous people:

Misionarul
Jack
Soso

Noa.

Pepe: “Te simt, zi de zi, intr-un mod cu totul neplacut!”

Alarma de la ceas: “Tic… Tic, tic…. Tic, tic, tic…”

Noa.

Mere omu’ sambata trecuta la un meci de handbal ca o vazut Miloo un afis cum ca joaca Romania cu ungaria (cu u mic), ceva tribut pentru Marian Cozma (saracu’ taica-sau ce vedeta o devenit dupa moartea lu’ fi-su’). Cum era sambata si nu facusem nimic pana la ora 14 am zis ca de ce dreq nu?!

Lasand la o parte faptul ca ne-am pus in tribuna unde era galeria ungariei (cu u mic) si unde majoritatea aplaudau la golurile lor, a ungurilor adica, si ca galeria Romaniei era intr-un colt sus, formata din 7 flacai cu tricouri negre pe ei pe care scria “ULTRAS” si care nu se auzeau deloc de  tobele geleriei ungariei (cu u mic), nimic din cele enumerate nu e mai neobisnuit ca si faptul ca din nationala ungariei (cu u mic, nu de alta da pe messenger nu se scrie cu majuscule) facea parte un tip.

Noa si ce-i cu asta ca doar o’ fo’ meci intre echipele masculine de hanbal?

Poi tipu’ asta era UNGUR (cu majuscule ca vreau sa subliniez ca era ungur, sau ca ii ungur ma rog), era NEGRU, avea prenumele IGOR, si numele DIAZ. Imagineaza-ti shmenu asta: un negru, cu prenume de rus, nume de cubanez/mexican, si de nationalitate ungur (o fi vrut a lui sa puste 4 continente de i-or dat numele asta – da RUSIA e un continent).

Anyway, le-o tras-o romanii in ultimele 3 secunde cu un gol in poarta goala. Superb, I LOVE HANDBALL!

Noa.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same,
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

Noa,

Happy birthday to you, Mr. President.

Es el cumpleaños de Fidel Castro.

Ce faceam acus’ doi ani pe vremea asta?!  Era ziua lui Fidel si a persoanei din trecut.

P.S. – dedicatiune: Will Young – Tell me the worst