Bilder

Am besten fur 2009:) wundsche ich mich.Prost.

Also ich habe nicht gesagt aber ich habe (zu) viel gedacht a l'avenir qui viedra cette annee.Also , mein Bruder hat mir gegeben die Worter weil er weiss dass ich will Deutsch lernen. Das ist der erste Grund fur diesen Satze wen ich jetzt schreibe.Ich werde die Worter aufschreiben.
*scheusslich=>execrabil,hidos,infect,oribil
*entsetzlich-schrecklich-furchterlich-furchtbar=>ingrozitor
*Dass ich nicht lache!-Very funny ,ironic
*In case-fur den Fall ,dass
*Banuind ca-In der Annahme ,dass
*Rumour has it/Word has it that-Man munkelt , dass
*Except that -mit der Ausnahme , dass
*Due to the fact that-Auf Grund dass;Tatsache dass
*It is reported that -
*Please note that-Bitte beachten Sie dass
*Please note that-Bitte beachten Sie that
*It seems(to us) that-es scheint (uns)dass
*It is a fact that-es ist bekannt dass
*From this follows that-Daraus geht hervor dass-Daraus/hieraus falgt dass
*I conclude that-Och stelle fest , dass
*I must admit that-Ich Muss zugeben dass
*I must confess that-I must confess that

Ineffable mood swings

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Too damn hard to explain,unutterable pain,4 great years nearby some extraordinary guys and teachers.Those lyrics can barely explain my life-span through these 4 absolutely wonderful years.Whether or not I'd put it down for the posterity to take into account,it would be worthless without they experiencing this path themselves.I'm proud I've chosen this high school ,this class especially cause it won't be ,not in a million years from now ,such a crazy ,enjoyable and self-renouncing collective.If I add the fact that I've been honoured to meet some of the people that inspire me at this moment likewise my last Chemistry teacher ,my second Physics ,my Philosophy,Math and History teachers and other persons whose life-experience and teachings have majorly influenced the person I've become,I can only earnestly assert that there's nothing like Sava.Relish in that it was ,overlook that it has fortuitously ended.My life there days:last bell ,choreography for the final march,tumultuous search for clothes ,a limousine to rent and other trivia for the ball and every now and then ,attempts of strife to get smth out of that mountain of knowledge I ought to prepare for the final exams.But every time I open the literature book ,I become lethargic so I drink some coke ,and when I come back ,surprise ,I'm in the mood to solve smth at Maths and I procrastinate the dull learning at Romanian.

Quand tu descendras du ciel

A snow like never before. And for the first time ,she has seen the innumerable flakes toppling from the roof of the world ,that resembled a battlefield of stars. While wind had ceased blowing , she witnessed a paradoxical landscape: as the snow covered the ground with its smooth and frozen blanket, the time was getting warmer and warmer with every instant to flow. She didn't know whether it was the crispness that invigorated her soul or the wind that departed on holiday as to let the sparkling marvel fall from above ,but but she was certain that the moment that insisted to flourish and keep her spirit warm ,definitely marked a motionless merriment in her earthly existence. The frozen river started flowing again: the words were too vapid as to express the unutterable joy. The warmth inside the apartment made the 4th floor's box severely insufficient for the heart full of the mirth supplied by the mountain of flakes outside. The people that in spite of their vulnerability in front of the magnificent embodiment of nature's infinite power ,resembled some tiny leprechauns facing the enormous Swift's character. They mirrored some ,larger ,colored ,active pieces of snow that somewhat changed the nature's orderly pursuit of conquering the Earth. Suddenly ,she realized the windows were not covered with the star-patterns of frost."It is warm indeed."The huge trees appeared forceless in front of the weather's supremacy on the surroundings. Their vividness immersed itself in the snowflakes' tournament .The tiny pieces of chill were eagerly tumbling on the white glaring blanket for they knew they could only continue their existence in joining their faster fellows ,that had previously formed the carpet. The egoistical ones wanted to depart from the inherited nature of events ,were rapidly turned into raindrops and had to wait for the wicked wind to provide them with the chill ,in order to be transformed into cold ice. She thought that if the winter 's wish would have diminished ,she might have jumped the very next day right into the snow outside and consider the elevator utterly useless. The glee of a lighthearted child that meets Santa for the first time, the revelry of an old man that hears a carol on Christmas eve, the gratefulness of the contented mind after the white nights on the way to the high-brow cachet, the awe at the glittering snow's beauty. Some monumental things shouldn't be recounted ,learned or memorized. Enthusiasm is one of those ineffable moods associated with happiness. It emerges fortuitously when we expect the less. It doesn't comply with the inactivity. Thus it cannot be stored in a cage. It should only be kept within our soul and remembered of in the moments when we become aware of the facts that matter just as we used to ,in old Childhood's Christmas times.

Wandering throughout an amorphous crowd

And I think that was all .It's finished now.The beginning of a new existence.First party without him,first time when I felt somewhat estranged.They were all dancing,they were all drinking,they were all talking,they were all smoking,they were all enjoying themselves.My feet were numb,my heart was frozen,every liquid drop seemed poisonous,chatting seemed frivolous,smoking seemed affilictive ,merriment seemed inconceivable.

Black holes don't immerse wonderments

...we're gonna die stupid anyway,but you cannot overlook a sparkling moment when it passes by and reveals you the fact that you haven't missed the quintessence of truth due to the sorrowly circumstances of not being born in the right place at the right time (and all the inconsequencial flow of events that follows and keeps going on till you give your last breath ).Perhaps it has been given to my destiny to be occasionaly coated with pure moments of discovery ,likewise the relish of knowledge.Yea',maybe that's it !It is for the first time when it happens to me to figure out why my life has so many ups &downs ,steep slopes that urge me to fall into the abyss of chagrin till I reach the bottom,the anticlimax of happiness,the black hole of joy.It was only today that I found out that discontentment has a limit-this limit depends on your expectations from life ,on your knowledge and ideas ,and upon your traits of character....Hope it didn't sound too melodramatic because I'm now to start on mundane events.I cannot think of a better way to start your week.for example,I've got a paralyzed hand(the huge needle has injected some kind of a poisonous substance into my muscle=>I will die anyway),the antiquited specimen is still alive ,readily to praise his favourite football team(he's probably older than the crows-he must be a scarecrow-mechante Azazzelo-out,out,demons of mockery!).Meanwhile the poor informatics professor has left this highschool with a bitterly image in his mind ,utterly enraged by the abominable manner of the narrow-mided school council.The wind has blown the words,the memories remain forever.Let them speak(abordari filosofice):"Dc imi ceri sa te ignor,sa te consider o insignifianta?Evident k tu nu parerea asta o ai despre tine.";"E firesc sa stiu mai multe dar asta nu inseamna k's mai destept.Ceee,s'teti tampiti?:D";"Daca eu exasperat de disperarea cretoida a unora dintre voi imi doresc gloante((aici trebuia reportofon k nu scriu asa d rpd))incerc sa va pocnesc cu particule de fotoni"What can I add up ?Just brilliant.What can be more enthralling than a sagacious as well as witty professor lecturing about astrophisics and philosophy.Tomorrow ,3 hours of Informatics ,but paradoxically -no professor =>No hours of info =>all the kiddos from 12X don't disturb their melancholic somnolence after the Autumn Ball ,not even to take the test at biology=>the etoile will get upset anw=>why worry for not going to school.We shall stay at home and think of the Big Crunch that will affect us all .Nice day

You go on ...c'mon ..it's just Shakespeare !

Devoid of enthusiasm for the shallowness of commonplace tasks at school,in shortage of reasonable means to pursue the vital assignments and replete with the same old recurring words-cluster:isn't yet the time it finished?What's being the worst part it's this flowing uncertainty that nevertheless brings some kind of failure scent upon discussion.Hence ,I 've got nothing to do but to participate in the mundane flow of events whether I like it or not.There's still something damn exhilarating that renders the weeks'vivid outlook.Since I'll probably burn all that worthless pillage of cahiers et livres that are nowadays on the point of almost outbreak because there's no more place in my room,I feel that won't be so onerous to quote the philosophy teacher here ,I mean to decipher the last feuille de mon cahier universeel(I call it so parce qué je l'útilise a toutes les sujets que je rencontre a l'école)The brilliant old man has on one hand,an unquestionable witticism (we burst into laughter every time he's alluding to the way things go on in this system)and also a subtlety in manner that renders you somewhat inconsequential(for instance ,he told us for certain that one couldn't protrude beyond the facades of flowery like writings in order to study the universal truths,without being a conscientious connaisseur of at least 4 languages-e.g.:Ancient Greek"the contemporaneous one is corrupted",Deutsche,Latin &English).I'll probably remain in a puzzling complacency for the rest of my mortal life span because I even ask whether my chances to learn German deal with veracity...so ,I'll leave the burdensome task of learning Latin and Ancient Greek as a bequest to the others .Meanwhile,I'll just return to the purpose of this post (that is only to render less obscure my poor doctor-like hand writing on the back of my notebook).Rromanian suits best (in order not to proceed like the Inquisition,that was translating Jeanne D'Arc's in Latin ,than back into French ,in order to baffle the audience)because the author is my philosophy professor ,in his full splendor:
First class:*Voi s*teti clasa aia de infecti de care se plange toata lumea*
*Bonjour!Chiulai aveti?...De pilda ,tampenia cu uniformele o s*o schimbe rapid!....Si pe semne ,ca daca eram atuncea(vbea despre un caz distopic ipotetic-1984 like)si director,gratie principiului furculision...ca omul cinstit ,cum ii place dlui Iliescu...after that...what I find most inciting 'bout that professor is the fact that he's always talking in anecdotes and allegorical language .And what's most hilarious is the fact that every now and then there's still a fellow that doesn't get his point...*O sg hiba'si recunoaste bizonul :n*are suficienta forta(zeii poliadici-transcendenta ,vointa multipotenta &arbitrara+impersonalitate)...than again in a ridiculous tone *Nu vreau sa va intre*n cap confuzii la ideea de divinitate(dezantropomorfizarea ei)-caci sunt destule tampenii in ceea ce va spun*
Than ,in the lunch break ,after the philosophy class ,while talking 'bout our Maths teacher-another affable but hardly mediocre as a professor(le pauvre:D)*Cat e de oligofren ,n8ar face o injectie...nono,ii e o frica de ace de neimaginat *.....that ,on today*s class *Fara greak ,latina ,germana si engleza e o iluzie ca se poate face o leaca de filosofie*...*'s*a dus si s*a culcat si s*a trezit mort*(despre Socrate)...apoi despre tocilarii nesuferiti de felul I'd rather abstain from giving names:|*Cuminti si neatenti-ora de filosofie e ora de magazie (unde-si tin oamenii uneltele)