rain-->umbrella

niciodata nu am inteles de ce ies oamenii din casa fara umbrela when rain is involved. si nu vorbesc acum despre ploaia de vara, care tine 10 min, sau o usoara scuturare de nori cand afara deja se zareste ceva soare, si e de inteles ca nu te cari cu umbrela dupa tine. nu vorbesc nici despre cei care vazand clar ca o sa ploua, si e innorat si bate vatul si o sa fie furtuna, si totusi nusi iau umbrela ca poate poate. vorbesc stric despre cei care cand ploua de ieri, a plouat azi noapte, ploua cand sau trezit si e fapt stiut ca va ploua si azi, totusi nu-si iau umbrela. asta dusa la extrem, dar anyway, my point is...daca ploua why dont u take ur freakin umbrella withcha. thats wa it was made fo.

sauvage?

citisem despre el prin reviste. il vazusem prin filme. era o notiune pe care o intelegeam si nu ma preocupa sau deranja in vreun fel. metrosexualul. intradevar brad pitt sau beckham dau bine pe hartie si la tv. and thats all i saw til recently. cand iesind de cateva ori in oras, si in compania unui tip pe care nul priveam cu vreo atentie speciala sa tot descopar pe parcursul conversatiei pretty disturbin things dak stai sa te gandesti.
EL ne da sfaturi noua fetelor, ma rog nu mie, despre cum sa obtii bronzul perfect, fara sa te arzi, ce creme tre sa folosesti , cat tre sa stai la solar, ce vitamine tre sa iei ca sa ai pielea mai nushcum. EL isi face manecura si pedecura. EL merge regulat la sala ca nu cumva sa apara burtica. EL isi face electrostimulare sa previna orice tip de grasimi inestetice. El nu mananca anumite chestii ca sa nu se ingrase. EL se tunde regulat si foloseste geluri si spume. si tot EL are anumite informatii referitoare la epilare care nu prea ajung la guys in general. EL stie despre ultimu model de ochelari de soare aparuti la nush ce marca smechera si despre nush ce super camasa de la o alta firma de firma.
ce dreq sa mai inteleg eu de aici. nush dak ar trebui sa ma deranjeze ca pe omul asta il preocupa more girl stuff than me sau sa ma bufneasca rasul gandinduma ca el isi asuma neobligat de nimeni multe din chestiile pe care le mentionam anterior la "why it sux beein a girl"?
anyway it troubles me.

i guess some dont

its sad that a friendship that lasted for more than a decade can end just like that, in three blinks of an eye. its even sadder when it ends for no good reason, with some hatefull words. that kind of words that ud neva expect from someone who calles himself ur friend and are soo surprisin that, in that moment, u cant even process them. u just hear them rollin down, like little drops of rain that u cant feel when it starts, but by the time its over ur all wet.
and then its sad when u see a movie u saw together, and u remember those funny lines that u used as a leitmotif for weeks and weeks. and when u eat a certain dish that u had together one sunny day in the kitchen while gossipin about all sorts of nothings. and when u have some real interestin news that u used to share, but now u cant. and when, by some wierd coincidence u run into the person u havent talked to in soo long, and its all so freakin awkward that ur just left with no words, in or out, and with a dumb look on ur face.
its sad cus breakups are made for lovers, not for friends. cus friends r suppose to be there, and take u as u are, with all ur falts and flaws, cus u take them like that as well.
i thought friends r suppose to live happily ever after.