Kikyou & Nakama…

What’s more beautiful than the sound of a peaceful summer day…When the violins start releasing notes into the wonderful clear-blue sky…When the piano gives voice to the birds that fly around carelessly…When a few strokes of the guitar enbed the air with the feeling of time standing still…A perfect summer day…Laying in a grassfield, on top of a hill, under a tree, just admiring the peace and quiet that surrounds you…It’s wierd isn’t it? Music can express silence as well…even though it’s percieved as something loud and noisy…it brings peace to so many people…I need a perfect summer day…I need a perfect song for it…I need a perfect place for it…Just a few more days…I can almost feel it…I’ll feel happy…And my nakama(=friend(s) jp.) will too…Fulfilment isn’t something clearly defined…It’s something that varies from person to person…And it’s like waking up from a deep slumber…Like you’ve been reborn and you’ve been completed…Of course most of the time this feeling doesn’t last long because new goals appear…But a man must never forget it…And he must never want to release it…A true man must want it…and he must be willing to fight for it whether or not it’s easy to gain…For what is closer to perfection than feeling complete, at least for a brief moment in time…And when you really think about it, fulfilment offers you happyness…and that is the goal of all men…to reach happyness and stay there as much as possible…happyness for himself, his family, his friends…and those who say they don’t need it and relinquish it are liars…they lie not only to the world, but to themselves…and this is a pain far to large to bear…these people collapse and they lose their most important side…their human side…And if we’re on the subject, there’s something on my mind that i’ve been wondering about…Why has listening to your heart become such a cliche?…People used to fight for what they desired…They used to fight for their friends, they used to fight for their love, they used to fight for peace, happyness and so many more…But it seems that nowadays this expresion is treated like it’s just another quote from a movie…People lost hope…They lost their dreams and most importantly they lost their passion…Without passion one can acomplish very few things…And without dreams there is no road on which you can walk exept for a strait line into simplicity and dullness…Why give up on everything?…Of course it’s hard and people don’t wanna get their hopes up…but still…it’s worth fighting for…Even if at first you don’t succede…try again…raise your head and just move forward…Belive in true friendship…Belive in hope…Belive in love…Belive in humans no matter what…cause even though they can be backstabbing…When you meet the right ones you’ll see it was all worth it…

I really need my perfect summer day…

Published in: on July 18, 2008 at 10:18 pm  Comments (2)  

Perfection…

Perfection means flawless…it means being without a defect…just pure and perfect balance…it’s something you can’t reach…it’s something that you are…a state of being the absolute thing for someone else…Perfection is that single moment in time when you feel at peace with yourself an the world…kind of like the calm before the storm only that there is no storm comming…just the peace and silence of a carefree existance…You can’t be perfect for yourself…it’s not called perfection then…it’s narcisism…though you can be perfect for someone else…most of the time you’re being perfect for that someone although you have no idea…Don’t you think perfection has something to do with madness? I belive it’s crazy to think that there is something perfect in this world…the ultimate being in existance with no needs, no dreams, no desires, with unending power…it seems so cold…and then again…perfection seems like such a standstill…it’s like reaching a level where one can no longer evolve…well it makes sense because if you’re perfect why would you need to evolve…but then again why wouldn’t a person want to move on? Doesn’t every human want to discover more and more about himself? When you’re complete you lose ambition…you lose motivation…you lose your will…and then perfection becomes nothing more than simplicity…and as this is a neverending cycle…how can something absolute be so depresing although it’s perfect? How come we thrive to reach perfection when what matters is the road to it?…We are indeed a confusing species…However there are moments in which perfection has it’s place…and by those moments i reall mean a specific time and place in time that is no more than a fraction of a second…the perfect time for a kiss…the perfect time for a dream…the perfect time to act…it’s that particular moment in time when you feel you touched heaven and sensed it’s splendor. Then again…what really matters is the perspective of each human in part…to some, the simplest things are perfect…they don’t need to be high quality or in a huge quantity…a smile for some…a song for others…a touch, a kiss and so on…Beauty, spleondor, extasy…it’s all in the eye of the beholder…so just try not to judge something just because you don’t like it…or because you think you’re better than that person or that thing…because in return you could be judged the same…

Another topic I’d like to discust is apreciation. People nowadays have almost none left…sure, there are some that still apreciate things they have…but still…countless people break bonds in this world to easy. How can you say that your 4 years of highschool were a waste of time? That your class didn’t mean a thing to you and that you’re so happy you finaly got rid of them…you’re heartless…no…you’re a narcisistic bastard/bitch that thinks he’s superior to all feelings and puts things before friendship…things that don’t belong there…What about all the times when you played cards with your classmates? What about all the pranks you pulled along with them? What about all the things you’ve learned from them…They changed you and you didn’t even know it…and now that you’ve realized you want to separate yourself from them? Pittyfull…Shamefull…Not that you would care…but you’ll live to regret it…I hope not for your sake…but that time will come…As will a time for all ingrates…it’s true that all of us are ingrates sometimes…but you have to take time to thank the world for what it offered you…even bad things because you learned from them…Take time to thank your family for loving you…Take time to thank your friends for the time spent together…Take time to thank God for your life…Just be gratefull for what you have…(and I know this is a clichee)…some people have far less then you do…

Back to perfection…one last thing I forgot to cover…Her…is SHE perfection? Is she perfect…for me? Is she the one that gives me the feeling of fullfillment when she is next to me? Do I feel like I have nothing left once she is gone? Am I afraid to let her go because she might dissapear? Do I want to be near her? Does she inspire me? Is perfection something so tangable? Is her touch like a fresh breath of mountain air that brings you back to life? I wonder…But my advice to you…Don’t wait around to see and go ask…Don’t think that perfection will stay by your side if you’re not trying to be her perfection…Fight for your happyness…Don’t let it go once you have it…

Published in: on July 9, 2008 at 10:36 pm  Leave a Comment  

19…

Ce numar neinsemnant…sau cel putin asa pare…19…nici rodund…nici semnificativ…saracul numar…pare a se asemana cu un coridor…un prag intre copilarie si maturitate…mai mult chiar, ca si 18…care pentru multi reprezinta pasul cel mare spre a fi adult…dar sa fim sinceri…adult esti doar cand decizi ca trebuie sa te maturizezi…altfel tot copil ramai…Pentru mine astazi 19 inseamna ceva mai mult decat acel simplu numar…pentru mine inseamna inca un an nou din viata…inseamna sa trec in revista cateva lucruri…inseamna sa imi amintesc de prieteni,familie,cunoscuti si intamplari…Si ce repede a trecut si acest an…mai repede parca…decat toti de pana acum…un ultim an de liceu…un ultim chef de neuitat la banchetul mic…un ultim mars ca si clasa…un bac trecut…cel mai important…anul acesta au fost “many meetings”…am cunoscut o lilah…am cunoscut o emi…am cunoscut o schnitzy…am cunoscut o nadia…am cunoscut o ade…am cunoscut o diana…am cunoscut o bloo…am cunoscut multa lume…some remain…some fade away…some are long gone…times change and people change…you can’t force them to stay beside you…and if they decide to leave…well you just have to accept it…but only after you try to convince them not to…even if just a little…at least you care…dar oricum deviez de la subiect…multe au fost in acest an…si multe vor mai fi de acum in colo…a fost odata o mare intinsa si o plimbare pe plaja…a fost odata un munte inzapezit si un accident stupid…a fost odata un vis…a fost odata ca niciodata…si daca n-ar fi nu s-ar povesti…o poveste ca oricare alta…dar din alta perspectiva era unica…au fost greseli…si au fost decizii bune…au fost de toate…si iubiri si despartiri…si fericire si tristete…a fost un an deosebit…si a fost un an plin…incepe unul nou…si in speranta ca va fi cel putin la fel de plin va mai scriu putin…anul a inceput bine…cel putin asa cred avand in vedere ca la 12 am vazut o stea cazatoare si mi-am pus o dorinta…eu sper sa se indeplineasca…macar acea mica dorinta…si sper sa fie un an frumos…la fel de frumos ca acea sclipire in mijlocul intunericului noptii…nu vreau sa-mi fac planuri…ca doar nu e stilul meu…doar sper in ceva mai bun…si ceva frumos pentru anul acesta…

Published in: on July 4, 2008 at 10:37 pm  Comments (5)  

Poli Timisoara…

De ce POLI? Pentru ca la Timisoara se vine in tribuna cu steagul si fularul, nu cu blestemul intre dinti. Pentru ca la Timisoara si cerul devine violet cand 30.000 de oameni saruta norii cu cantecele. Pentru ca la Timisoara nu-ti arati buletinul de identitate fiindca ochiul avizat vede de la o posta ce scrie pe inima suporterului: POLI. Pentru ca la Timisoara bulevardele devin albe, masinile violete, pentru ca POLI E UNICA. Pentru ca la Timisoara zbori si nici nu te uiti la ceas in timpul meciurilor. Pentru ca la Timisoara cand rivala injura, tribuna striga la unison TI MI SOA RA. Pentru ca la Timisoara esti fidel cand dragostea ta isi pleaca ochii in pamant de rusine, cand e pe cale sa te dezamageasca, nu o certi, nu o palmuiesti, ci o saruti pe frunte. Pentru ca la Timisoara lupti si cand secolul da sa se termine. Pentru ca la Timisoara nu se discuta, se iubeste.

Nu ne vor lua culorile si nici numele niciodata.Noi suntem Poli si vom fi mereu.Noi fanii care credem in aceasta echipa si o iubim.Oricat ar incerca sa ne doboare noi ne vom ridica si vom canta in continuare.

Published in: on July 4, 2008 at 12:54 pm  Comments (1)  

Summer Prelude…

So I finaly decided to write…I’ve neglected this blog but it’s either because time was short or because my inspiration was lacking. It still hasn’t come back though but there are a few issues I’d like to write about. First of all I’m all done with my national SATs and I don’t feel as happy as I should feel…It’s probably because I have another test for college admision comming up and I’ve gotta study real hard now…I hope it will all end well…Then there’s my birthday coming up…5th of July…while America is getting over a hangover, i’m turning 19 and I feel wierd because i’m just stepping into the last of my teens and then i won’t be a teenager no more…and just thinking that i’m gonna have to leave some of my childish personality behind makes me pretty sad…but that’s the way the cookie crumbles…And thus in two weeks time i’ll have all my exams behind me and my summer will officialy begin…Summer was always my favorite time of year…Free time, hot weather, swimming at the seaside, just relaxing…I think I’ve found my summer love and I hope I’m not mistaken…(oh and by the way I have no all inspiring post planed for today, just a fragment out of my life…I’ll get to those posts soon I hope)…I’m hoping to get a lot out of this summer…and I wish to feel alive again…it’s all quite dull…I just wanna breath in the whole world and feel it’s splendor…Well hope is the last thing that dies…

Published in: on July 3, 2008 at 9:51 pm  Comments (1)