Queen

>> miercuri, 11 aprilie 2012

Nu-mi vine sa cred ca am trait momentul in care sa ma plictisesc de RockFm. Pur si simplu, iubesc postul ala de radio, dar ii atat de enervant faptul ca gama lor de piese ii foarte restransa.... Oricum, o sa-mi placa mereu RockFm, doar ca iau momentan o pauza. Piesele din calculator le stiu pe de rost, daca mai ascult Maroon 5 o sa ajung sa-i urasc fiindca fiecare piesa dealor creca am ascultat-o de peste 100 de ori, si fara sa exagerez acuma.

In weekend am fost la Baisoara cu niste colegi, foarte fain, da nu asta-i ideea. Cand mergeam incolo, aud difuzata la radio melodia "Love of my Life- Queen". Iubesc melodia aia din tot sufletul, uitasem de ea complet. Si cand am ajuns acasa primul lucru care l-am facut o fost sa imi scot melodia... Si atunci imi vine ideea sa scot toata discografia Queen. De atunci non stop merge Queen la noi in casa. Pur si simplu ii iubesc, IUBESC !

Cand ma gandesc ca fratele lui tata, Adi ii fan de nu stiu cat timp Queen mi se pare perfect justificat. Tin minte cum imi povestea ca inca regreta ca nu a fost la concertul lor la Budapesta cand avea 14 ani. Dupaceia, din cauza ca Freddie ne-a parasit pe toti in toamna lui 1991, nimeni care nu auzise Queen live nu mai avea ocazia sa-i intalneasca vreodata. Ma consoleaza faptul ca m-am nascut cu 5 ani mai tarziu.. Da ce ma gandesc ii de ce Queen inca ii difuzat la radio dupa 25 de ani fara nici o problema, si daca auzi o piesa de anu trecut reactia la 99% din persoane ii: ce-i cu vechitura asta? Ce se intampla oamenilor, de ce muzica din zilele noastre ii o muzica de rahat pe care nimeni n-ar da doi bani. De ce legende din anii '70, '80 si asa is mai admirati decat toti ragusitii zilelor noastre?

All I know is that we're doing something WRONG !!!



"She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
 Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?"

Cred ca n-are rost sa iau hituri in parte si sa zic de ele. Bohemian Rhapsody, Somebody to Love, Crazy little thing called Love, Don't stop me now si bineinteles WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ! Melodii consacrate care se asculta in ziua de azi si par perfect normale. 




Si de asta iubesc eu Queen...


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Andre Agassi - OPEN

>> marți, 10 aprilie 2012

Banuiesc ca toti stiti ca tenisul ii una din pasiunile mele. Recent a fost ziua mamei mele, si ea o pasionata. Ca si cadou i-am cumparat doua carti, dintre care una o autobiografie a lui Andre Agassi, votata printre cele mai bune, daca nu chiar cea mai buna autobiografie scrisa vreodata de un sportiv. Am rugat-o sa-mi dea cartea sa o citesc, si mi-a dat-o. Imediat ce am inceput primele pagini mi-am dat seama ca pur si simplu ceva in ea ma atrage. Imi propusesem ca o citesc doar la scoala, o iubeam atat de mult incat nu vroiam sa o termin. Conservam parca fiecare capitol pentru a simti placere mai tarziu, nu acum. In unele momente, era "refugiul" meu. Niciodata o carte nu ma deconecta atat de bine de realitate. Pe masura ce dadeam paginile simteam entuziasmul de a afla mai mult, dar si tristetea ca mi-a ramas cu o pagina mai putin de citit. Pe coperta din spate, Agassi afirma din pacate un lucru foarte trist. Ca a jucat tenis la cel mai ridicat nivel, fiind clasat numarul 1 modial ATP, si cu toate acestea ura tenisul, ura tenisul din suflet. De ce? Fiindca era visul tatalui sau sa fie clasat pe prima pozitie, nu visul sau; pentru ca de mic copil destinul ii era stabilit de tatal sau: acela de a deveni unul din cei mai buni jucatori. Si asa a si fost... Era intr-o rutina, accea de a juca tenis zi de zi, ani dupa ani.. 

Si atunci ma intreb si eu ? De ce trebuie sa traim in acea rutina zilnica care ni se pare perfect normala si care poate nu e? De ce sa nu facem ceea ce ne place, de ce sa facem ce suntem obligati sa facem? Si cel mai simplu raspuns ii ca unele persoane vor sa faca din tine ceea ce nu au putut fi ele, de accea nu mai conteaza parerea ta. Cel mai simplu si mai logic raspuns posibil. 

De acum, pentru mine Agassi ramane mai mult decat un model in viata, el cel care mi-a dat o adevarata lectie. Nu trebuie sa fi impatimit al tenisului ca sa intelegi cartea si mesajul ei. E pur si simplu fascinant, iti deschide ochii in momentul in care esti intr-un somn adanc...

And, best quotes :

“What makes something special is not just what you have to gain, but what you feel there is to lose.”  

“Being Number Two Sucks. ” 

“To be inspired - that's the secret. ”  

“Remember this. Hold on to this. This is the only perfection there is, the perfection of helping others. This is the only thing we can do that has any lasting meaning. This is why we're here. To make each other feel safe.”  

In the end, the BEST in my opinion is :

“It's no accident, I think, that tennis uses the language of life. Advantage, service, fault, break, love, the basic elements of tennis are those of everyday existence, because every match is a life in miniature. Even the structure of tennis, the way the pieces fit inside one another like Russian nesting dolls, mimics the structure of our days. Points become games become sets become tournaments, and it's all so tightly connected that any point can become the turning point. It reminds me of the way seconds become minutes become hours, and any hour can be our finest. Or darkest. It's our choice.”  

I love you Andre  ! 

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Omul plajei ♥

>> miercuri, 21 martie 2012

MARE GUUUUUUUUUUUYS, that's what I need :-< ♥ !






La birou am un sef idiot
Nu-ntelege ca eu trebuie sa inot
Secretara mea a-nteles
Sta pe plaja si bea linistita un nes
Toti colegii imi spun ca-s nebun
Si ca-n viata reusesti numai in costum
Eu le zic ca un slip e de-ajuns
Zece beri si-o gagica cu trupul uns

Fratilor va spun cinstit
Orasul m-a nenorocit
Hai sa ne mutam la mare
O tara de orase goale
Singura noastra scapare
Sa ramanem toti la mare

Pe vecinii mei de la bloc
Ii anunt ca ma mut la cort
Soarele oricat m-as chinui
Nu rasare din blocul de vizavi
In asfalt nu te poti oglindi
Nici in baie nu poti pluti
Nu mai vreau sa fac dragoste-n pat
Marea a-nteles si m-a adoptat

Fratilor va spun cinstit
Orasul m-a nenorocit
Hai sa ne mutam la mare
O tara de orase goale
Singura noastra scapare
Sa ramanem toti la mare
Fratilor va spun cinstit
Orasul m-a nenorocit
Hai sa ne mutam la mare
O tara de orase goale
Singura noastra scapare
Sa ramanem toti la mare
Singura noastra scapare
Sa ramanem toti la mare

 Singura noastra scapare...


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Cine esti tu oare ♥?

>> marți, 28 februarie 2012

Si pentru piesa asta trebuie sa ii multumim minunatului, fantasticului si preamaritului RockFm :x !!!



Cine esti tu oare?
Si de unde ai veni?
Ma privesti intruna
Te privesc si eu uimit.
Ochii tai, iubito,
Ochii ce de atatea ori
I-am visat in noapte.
Ploaie dulce peste flori.

Cine esti tu oare?
Cine esti tu oare?

Refren:
Cu tine as vrea sa fiu
In seara asta pana tarziu.
Cu tine, daca ai vrea
As sta o viata, o viata as sta.
Cu tine as vrea sa fiu
In seara asta pana tarziu.
Cu tine, daca ai vrea
As sta o viata, o viata as sta

Vino-n seara asta
Visul meu incepe iar.
Ies in noapte afara,
Luna iar imi bate-n geam.
Stau acum pe ganduri
Si as vrea sa nu te pierd.
Stiu ca esti departe
Totusi inspre tine alerg.

Cine esti tu oare?
Cine estï tu oare?


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AMORE ♥

>> duminică, 29 ianuarie 2012

Pentru ca Djokovic castiga din nou :x


"Oh, what has Novak Djokovic done? By winning his third Australian Open title and his fifth Grand Slam trophy in seven minutes short of six hours, he has rewritten history, that is for sure. Melbourne Park has never witnessed a longer match, the four major championships have never produced a longer final and no one who saw Djokovic and Rafael Nadal conjure up superhuman rallies at 1.30am has ever seen anything like it. But that was only the half of it.

Djokovic, the master of all he surveys at the top of the world rankings had won and, in doing so, he had inflicted the deepest of wounds to Nadal’s psyche. It was the Serb’s seventh successive win in a final and his third consecutive victory over Nadal in a Grand Slam final. In the other finals, the normally indomitable Spaniard had seemed lost. He could not formulate a plan of attack to hurt his tormentor and he simply ran out of ideas. But this time, Nadal had a plan, this time he knew what to do and how to do it. And then Djokovic beat him.
Over the course of the off-season, Nadal had come up with an idea: be more aggressive, try to go for the winners, attack whenever possible – and wise – and take the battle to Djokovic. But Djokovic saw him coming and cut him off at the pass. Nadal was strong, he was determined and he was never going to give in. And Djokovic matched him. Nadal showed passion, he showed fire and he had courage. And still Djokovic beat him. The man from Serbia seems invincible – and that will hurt Nadal more than he will ever say.
“I'm playing against one of the greatest players ever,” Djokovic said, tired but euphoric after the match. “The player that is so mentally strong, and he always comes up with his best game and best shots at the right moments.
“So I tried mentally to hang in there, to hold my composure, to hold my emotions. And, you know, even when I was 4‑2 down I still pushed myself up to the limit.
“To be able to mentally hang in there and physically – it was obvious on the court for everybody who has watched the match that both of us, physically, we took the last drop of energy that we had from our bodies. I think it was just the matter of maybe luck in some moments and matter of, you know, wanting this more than maybe other player in the certain point. It's just incredible effort.”
As is the way of such things, the match, all 353 minutes and 369 points of it, turned on a couple of minutes and a handful of points. The opening set had been long but uninspired – both men were simply warming up – and the next two sets had been more or less one-way traffic. Then, in the fourth set, just when Nadal looked to be on his way home, the Spaniard pounced.
From 3-4 and 0-40 down in that set, Nadal exploded into action. He ripped the break points from his rival’s grasp as he leathered his forehand, changed up a gear on his backhand and then produced a couple of welting serves. In five points the match had been turned on its head.
At that very moment, the rain began to fall and there was a 10-minute delay while the roof as closed. It was not long enough to interrupt the rhythm of the match but it was just long enough to allow both men a moment to think.
Djokovic, with the look of a man who had just watched his winning lottery ticket disappear through a crack in the floor, had too long to ponder the thought that he had been one point away from serving for the match while Nadal had time to draw confidence and inspiration from his comeback. But by that stage, the match was only four hours old – we had barely got started.
Even so, Djokovic, the man who had swept all before him in 2011, could smell victory. As he romped through his next service game, he turned to his team in the players’ box and held one finger aloft. He was one game away from the trophy. One more game. Only one winner. Only one No.1. Little did he know what was to come.
Nadal fought back as never before. He had a new spring in his legs and he had a new lease of life while Djokovic was fading. The Serb had taken nearly five hours to beat Andy Murray on Friday night and if that had not drained enough from his fuel tank, the thought that he had never won back-to-back five set matches before must have made him slightly wary. When Nadal broke for a 4-2 lead in the fifth set, it did not seem possible that Djokovic could find a way back. But that was the moment when everything changed again.
This time it was just one point that did the damage. Nadal was cruising, he was in charge – and then he missed a sitter. At 30-15 up, he pulled Djokovic around the court, created the opening and then missed the backhand. He had yards of court to play with and he sent the backhand wide. Suddenly there was a new look in the champion’s eyes: he saw a weakness, he saw a chance and summoning up new reserves of strength, he broke back. Now Djokovic moved into the driving seat and it was Nadal who was in trouble.
There was still plenty of work to be done but now Djokovic was dragging his aching body to victory and Nadal could not stop him. One rally of 32 strokes left the Serb flat on his back and gasping for breath – he got a standing ovation when he picked himself up – but he would not be beaten. He howled to the heavens for help and he doubled over in pain as Nadal kept making him run and lunge but still he would not let Nadal take the trophy from him. After five-and-a-half hours, the two warriors were still dead level at two sets all and 4-4 and deuce. Nadal was not going to give in but, nevertheless, Djokovic was not going to lose and calling on all the confidence and experience he had gathered from the past 12 months, he edged painfully to the title.
“I played more aggressive,” Nadal said, trying to put a positive spin on matters. “I played with more winners than ever.  My serve worked well.  The mentality and the passion was there another time better than probably never another time.
“I never put him in this situation during 2011, all 2011, so that's another positive thing for me.  I didn't have mental problems today against him.  I had in 2011 all these mental problems.  Today I didn't have.”
But for all that, it was not enough. As 2012 unfolds and more finals come and go, Nadal will know his best was not enough. More importantly, Djokovic will never forget it.



YOU DESERVE IT <3 .. LOVE YOU !!!





HE IS THE BEST !

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La multi ani Camil ♥ !

>> duminică, 15 ianuarie 2012

Just wanted to wish HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my awesome loving brother. I LOVE YOU CAMIL ♥ ♥ ♥ !!!







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One And Only - Adele ♥

>> vineri, 23 decembrie 2011

"You'll never know if you never try"



You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You'll never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove I am the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

I've been on your mind?
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go

I don't know why I'm scared 'cause I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You'll never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove I am the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart
I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart

(Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it)
I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart
(Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it)
I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart

I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart
I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart

So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove I am the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts
Come on and give me the chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts.


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