Fragrances

Aceasta pagina este locul in care veti gasi vechile pasoatri de pe primul meu blog.

Sper sa va placa…am pastrat ce este mai bun si temele de la TOK:D

1.

LOL

Vazand avatarul meu de pe messenger(panda de la WWF), Ani(o vara de-a mea) imi spune asta: “º°•ANI•°º girl: hrant nu mai proteja animalele
º°•ANI•°º girl: protejeazate pe tine….)
º°•ANI•°º girl: de lumea asta de animale”
Bravo Ani:)) ai ajuns pe blogu meu:)) si din pacate ceea ce mi-a zis mie e intr-un fel adevarat si intr-un fel o jignire la adresa animalelor.
Traim intr-o lume plina de animale, animale care din pacate nu apar in Carte Rosie a Romaniei, cea a nevertebratelor(Cartea rosie= Lista care contine toate animalele pe cale de disparitie din Romania). Aceste animale sunt din ce in ce mai raspandite, iar toti factorii care contribuie la bunul trai al acestor animale sunt din ce in ce mai in favoarea acestora, la randul lor acesti factori trecand printr-un proces de “morph”.
Aceasta specie/rasa de animale este lipsita de coloana vertebrala, membrii acesteia avand puterea de a se adapta cu usurinta tuturor schimbarilor lumii, majoritate fiind in avantajul lor.
Traim intr-o lume in care, scuzati-mi limbajul, cacatul este in floare, dac va imaginati acest proces mioritic, o floare care crapa rahatul si iese la iveala, hipnotizand tot ce este in jur, chemndu-i catre ea. Hipnotizati de aceatsa frumusete sinistra, toti cad prada acestui rahat, precum mustele in Capcana lui Venus. Spre deosebire de mustele care fiind captive in acea imbratisare a plantei, isi astepta sfarsitul in acel purgatoriu rosu, regretand fapta comisa, speci anoastra nu regreta pasul facut in aceasta floare fecaloasa. Dupa ce rahatul face contact cu sangele lor, care parca duce lips de leucocite, memoria lor este stearsa iar ei descopera lumea printr-un alt spectru.
Cei care au de suferit din aceasta catastrofa in extindere suntem noi, cei care tzopaim printr-o gradina EX a Edenului, si de multe ori ne mai si lovim cu capul de tavanul asta care parca se tot apropie de noi.
Acum am multe teme care ma asteapta insetate sa imi suga ideile. Sper ca voi face o parte a doua a acestei revolte provocate in lant.
2.

Prostia va infloreste in primavara si dureaza pana la urmatoarea primavara.

Cum ar relata media din Romania apocalipsa :

*Antena 3*: In trei zile, Basescu nu va mai fi presedinte! Am invins!!

*OTV*: Senzational! Urmariti ultimele stiri despre Apocalipsa, in direct la Dan Diaconescu! Vrajitoarea Lenuta va da sfaturi cum sa va purtati pe lumea cealalta.

*Libertatea* : E ultima ta sansa sa fii fata de la pagina 5! Trimite o poza acum.

*ProTV*: Un copil a ars de viu si nu va mai apuca sa vada apocalipsa!

*CanCan*: Sursele noastre spun ca Nicoleta Luciu va petrece sfarsitul lumii departe de iubitul ei.

*Cotidianul* : Mai ai timp sa citesti o carte din colectia Cotidianul!

*B1Tv*: Urmareste la Nasul dezvaluiri incendiare despre parlamentarii care profita de sfarsitul lumii!

*Cosmopolitan* : 10 sfaturi pentru o ultima partida de sex fantastica! (SURSA: SHNITZI!)

cred ca merita sa le adaugam si pe disperatele de la nationak tv cu SUNATI ACUM: Doamnelor si Domnilor daca nu e MAMA atunci ce ee???? AM SPUS C BEAU APA SI VREAU SA AUD RASPUNSUL! HAIDETI CA NE APPUCA SI APOCALIPSA! AM ZIS SA SUNE TELEFONUUU!

3. 

The Fountain- fragment-enjoy

“Izzi: Remember Moses Morales?
Tom Creo: Who?
Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about.
Tom Creo: From your trip.
Izzi: Yeah. The last night I was with him, he told me about his father, who had died. Well Moses wouldn’t believe it.
Tom Creo: Izzi…
Izzi: [embraces Tom] No, no. Listen, listen. He said that if they dug his father’s body up, it would be gone. They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree’s fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said… death was his father’s road to awe. That’s what he called it. The road to awe. Now, I’ve been trying to write the last chapter and I haven’t been able to get that out of my head!
Tom Creo: Why are you telling me this?
Izzi: I’m not afraid anymore, Tommy.”
We should all not be afraid, we are our masters and start our selfdistruction. measure ur steps or even better, ur thoughts.
4.

for you.

All I ever did, I did it for you.
All I ever did is to see it in you.
All I ever said was not to harm you.
All I ever wanted is to hug you.
All I ever did is kiss you.
All u had to do is love me 2. (anonim0)
5.

Fake

hmm…what does fake mean? hmm I have my own way of defining things…It’s when u see ur in shit and all u have left to do, is join the shit…that’s what’s wrong with you….well, ur kinda wrong….and you…its so fuuny that we all like climbing…we should be able to come back too…it’s not what u say..i.t’s what u do and how u do…don’t expect to hide in the back of some expensive clothes for escape….nop…like the romanians say, which lately contradicts themselvs: nu haina’l face pe om….no shit…
just because we shut up and stare it dznt mean we agree…and if we dont speak it’s because we have a brain..we think and talk…not talk and think…like my mom says: stop thinking with ur ass!
ur the kind of person that if has his/her mouth closed speaks with his/her ass…no difference(sorry 4 the bad langauage…oh yeah…Im not ashamed to say that I have respect) DO u?
6.

none.

relax, every breath of yours is mine, you dive and enjoy.
can you feel my beat?
i feel yours.
is it you?
or me?
you.
&I
(anonim1)
7.

pride…right….

what is pride?
I surelly don’t know the 100% meaning of it but I know the oposite of pride. Sadly a big part of the population nowadays doesn’t know. how sad. sad isn’t it? what can u do? what can I do? well u know what? as my granny says: A red cow won’t ever change her skin. hope u got it cz I transalted it from armenian. ohhh and there’s another one she says: they spit on your face and all u wonder is if it rains. how sad. isn’t it? while I write this, you read and wonder what the heack is this retard sain’. ohhh who cares, u wont ever change ur skin, even if it rains.

here’s a deffinition of pride:
a high or inordinate opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.

8.

TOKty

I can’t belive it….I just wrote a whole article about my tok discussion about judging people and making decisions based on the background of the person.
I had to choose a student: one with a rich background and big grades and the second one which had a unfortunate childhood being abandoned by parents because he/she was HIV positive and he had grades almost as big as student 1.
I chose student one because justice is blind and we are supposed to judge by merits.
Beside all of this I gave example teste don my skin. I remembered that a few months ago I was supposed to give a test and that in the night before the test when I was supposed tu study, I had a fight with my parents and could not study and the next day I had a bad score.
Who care that I had a problem? You? The eacher? The IB examiner? NO, no one!
sorry dear student number 2 but justice is blind and so am I, life is a game and a jungle, we have to fight to reach our goals.
 
9.

TOKty #2

After a comment by Chrismilla, I decided to answer to her…
ChriSmilla spunea…
and yet some universities value personal background over the academic achievements in some cases… Should they do that?”
In a way it is ok that there are universities that think of giving a chance to the ones which have/had a not so happy background…
Let’s put it like this: if student 1 from TOKty had bigger grades with a great background and student 2 had almost the same garde as him with a sad background(being abandoned by parents in childhood because he was HIV positive). Imagine what grades would student 2 had had if he had the opportunities that student 1 had. Big huh?
So the conclusion is that it is good that there are universities that apreciate hard working students with big grades and thanks god, there are universities that think outside the box too.
 

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