USA and other countries in the world are celebrating the Thanksgiving this period of year. Most of you might already know this stuff, so let's get to the most interesting part, where I tell you what am I thankful for.


Well, there are a few things I am thankful for: 


I am thankful I exist so:
Thank you God for loving me. I personally think I owe Him everything. I know I don't have the time to pray all the time, not for me, but for others, but I think about him, and in every action I take, I am trying to do only what's good. Thank you, God, for making me the one I am. Some will say you hate me for being homosexual, but I know you love me.

I am thankful I do have someone to think of when feeling lonely so:
Thank you Dani, for being such a wonderful boyfriend. Thank you for showing me what true love is. Thank you for understanding me, for being such a good confident. Thank you for always bringing a smile on my face no matter how sad I am and being more open to me lately.


I am thankful I have true friends to speak with and share my mood so:
Thank you Budinci for being such an important person in my life right now. Thank you for being there when I needed you, thank you for always talking to me and encouraging me, thank you for always making me laugh, and more more these days, thank you for crying along with me making me feel better when we are together and thank you for cheering me up. Thank you for being a true friend.
Also, thank you Naty - I think our real friendship is just about to start. But thank you for being one of my friends from the beginning, when I barely knew someone.

I am thankful I can share my opinions somewhere and there are people who read 'em so:
Thank YOU for reading this blog. I might not know you, and you might not know me. But thanks for taking your time to read this. It means a lot to me if you find the information here useful, even though they share my personal thoughts and might only reflect the attitudes I have at some points in my life.

I am thankful for everything that has happened until now, even for bad things.Thank you, people whom from time to time I cannot suffer, or I can't stand to see, because I now realize how stupid am I or how hypocrite I might seem. But those are only periods of my life. I will always change my mind, and if possible I will try to make up to you for those times when I've saddened you.

Thanks for every threaten I received. They helped me become who I am right now. They taught me life isn't easy in general. But they also taught me it deserves to be lived. For the sake of doing something good in this world, for the sake of helping those who need help, life deserves to be lived.

What about you? What are you thankful for? 

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
Time passes by, things are continuously changing and we're all aging while we don't even observe. I can still remember the days of my childhood when I was climbing the trees and pretty-school wasn't even a bother. Now, exams, homework and all other student stuff are pressing me, and my friends.

But, if I am playing my cards right, I

• will become what I am dreamin' to become
• will finish the book I've already started
• will finally meet him, someday
• will fulfill my dream

If he will play his cards right, he will receive my entire love, forever. He will benefit of my love without limitations. And, damn, I wish he will.
If you'll be playing your cards right, what is going to happen?


Românã
Timpul trece, iar lucrurile se schimbã continuu. Îmbãtrânim cu totii si nici nu observãm. Încã îmi aduc aminte de zilele copilãriei mele când mã urcam prin copaci si grãdinita nici nu mã deranja. Acum, examene, teme si toate chestiile astea de elev mã preseazã, si prietenii mei,

Dar dacã îmi joc cãrtile cum trebuie, voi

• deveni ceea ce visez sã devin
• voi termina cartea pe care am început-o
• îl voi întâlni odatã, cândva.
• îmi voi împlini visul

Dacã el îsi va juca cãrtile cum trebuie, va primi toatã dragostea mea, pentru totdeauna. Va beneficia de ea fãrã limite. Si sper sã o facã.
Dar tu? Ce se va întâmpla dacã îti vei juca cãrtile cum trebuie?

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

A new moon is arising. "When your love is away, will you remain with the one who loves you?" Twilight Saga: New Moon is out for a few days all around the world. I can say I am glad I've went to New Moon this Saturday. Unfortunately, I haven't read the books yet, but I am going to read 'em because the movies are interesting. As of the movie, I find it very nice. I am not an expert, but the effects were very realistic, and Jacob (Taylor Lautner) as well as his "wolf" friends were sooo sexy. :D Can't lie saying the shirtless scenes weren't my favorites, because they were, except when I saw Robert Pattison. I don't know why, but I don't like him that much. Taylor is way sexier. BUT, the story is very interesting. I mean, I got caught in the storyline now, and I promised myself I will read the books to see the differences.


But another month arises as well. New experiences are about to come. Christmas is only a few days away and presents are underway. I am going to keep thinking about him and what am I going to give him as a present this Xmas. ^_^ I hope he will like my surprise!

Then there are more and more friends I discover lately - good friends. Budinca and Naty are only a few. Hopefully the time we will spend together will bring a smile on my face and bring happiness in my heart. After all, that's what friends are made for. Supporting each other :). I hope more will arise.

Românã
O nouã lunã rãsare. "Când dragostea ta e departe, vei rãmânce cu cel care te iubeste?" Saga Twilight: Lunã Nouã este deja în cinematografe de câteva zile în toatã lumea. Pot spune cã sunt bucuros cã am fost sã îl vãd duminica asta. Din pãcate nu am citit cãrtile, dar cred cã o voi face pentru cã filmele sunt interesante. Si filmul mi-a plãcut. Nu sunt un expert, dar efectele au fost destul de reale, iar Jacob (Taylor Lautner) cât si prietenii lui vârcolaci au fost foarte sexy. Nu pot minti spunând cã scenele în care ei erau dezbrãcati nu au fost favoritele mele, pentru cã au fost, cu exceptia celei în care l-am vãzut pe Robert Pattison dezbrãcat. Nu prea îmi place tipul. Acum am fost prins în poveste, voi citi cãrtile pentru a observa diferentele.

Dar o altã lunã începe de asemenea. Noi experiente vor veni, Crãciunul e la câteva zile distantã si cadourile sunt pe drum. Voi continua sã mã gândesc la el si ce-i voi face cadou. Sper sã-i placã surpriza mea.

Apoi sunt din ce în ce mai multi prieteni pe care îi descopãr în ultimul timp. Prieteni buni. Budinca si Naty sunt câtiva. Cu putin noroc, timpul petrecut împreunã vor aduce zâmbete pe fata mea si fericire în suflet. În cele din urmã, pentru asta sunt prietenii. Sã se sustinã unul pe altul.

Sper cã mai multi îsi vor face aparitia.
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

I can't believe it's been one week. A week in which I felt how hard it is to miss someone, how incredible it is to feel the love and the passion.


So because it's been already one week, which I can add, a week that barely passed, because I was continuously thinking about him, we decided to celebrate somehow so we... celebrated. And we talked again. A lot. And we laughed, and we listened to music. And we once again declared our love. I now know that he really cares about me, even though I barely doubt it.


I adore him. And I now know that he is unique. That's why I love him so much.
Românã
Nu pot sã cred cã a trecut o sãptãmânã. O sãptãmânã în care am simtit cât de greu e sã duci dorul cuiva, cât de incredibil e sã simti dragostea.

Si pentru cã a trecut deja o sãptãmânã, la care pot adãuga, o sãptãmânã ce abia a trecut, pentru cã eu m-am gândit în continuu la el, am decis sã celebrãm cumva. Si am celebrat. Si am vorbit din nou... mult. Si am ras, si am ascultat muzicã. Si ne-am declarat iar iubirea. Acum stiu cã îi pasã de mine, chiar dacã abia m-am îndoit de asta.

Îl ador. Si acum stiu cã e unic. De aia tin la el atât de mult.

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

I don't think I've seen so many bookstores as I've seen today in my whole life! Who the heck has made so many bookstores in this small, busy, polluted town? I can barely stay still on my feet. But I can say it worth it. I've seen few cuties, hugged Budinci over a dozen of times, held her hand (omg, like we were lovers o.O), but it was nice, we enjoyed it (my hand was cold, her was hot), so yeah, pretty interesting feeling.


Hugs, hugs. Meow, meow. Hug, hug, look a book and phiu...lots of laughs. I can still remember:
Myself: "Hey look, look... that's da thing that you can suck!!!"
Budinci and her friend: "Lollipop!!!" and we were all rofl like crazy.

Lonely, but happy. Not entirely lonely, I was with my friends, but I felt like someone was missing. HE was missing. But he is away. Too far away. Too far away for me to forget him. Too far away for me not to wake up in the morning and wish him good luck at his exam. Too far away for me not to mention him quite a few times today.

Too far away...


Românã
Nu cred cã am mai vãzut atâtea librãrii în viata mea câte am vãzut azi. Cine naiba a fãcut atâtea in acest mic oras ocupat si poluat? Abia mã mai tin pe picioare. Dar pot spune cã a meritat. Am vãzut câteva bunãciuni, am îmbrãtisat-o pe Budinci de o duzinã de ori, am tinut-o de mânã (omg, de parcã era iubiti), dar a fost drãgut, ne-am simtit bine (mâna mea era rece, a ei era caldã), de da, un sentiment destul de interesant...

Îmbrãtisãri, îmbrãtisãri. Miau, miau. Îmbrãtisare, îmbrãtisare, uite o carte si phiu, o groazã de râsete. Încã pot sã-mi aduc aminte. Eu: "Hey uite, uite... aia e chestia aia pe care o sugi!!!" Budinci si prietena ei: "Acadeaaaaa!!!" si eram cu totii pe jos de râs.

Singur, dar fericit. Nu singur în totalitate. Am fost cu prietenii mei, dar m-am simtit de parcã cineva lipsea. EL lipsea. Dar el este departe. Foarte departe. Prea departe ca sã-l tin minte. Prea departe ca sã nu mã trezesc de dimineatã ca sã îi urez succes la examen. Prea departe ca sã nu îl mentionez de vreo câteva ori.

Prea departe ...

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
If there is someone who I shall thank for making my Monday awesome then that is my best friend (my best girl friend). That is Budinci who hugged me like never before. Yeah. She hugged me, and I really should thank her for that, she really made my day. I am really grateful she exists.


I have a friend that trusts me, understands me, hugs me, laughs with me, but more important, knows how to cry along with me. And, oh yeah, she has drawn me something. I shall thank her for her drawing as well.


Thank you. For your existence, for your support, for your drawing. For everything (that includes calling me milky and puttin' me on your milk list :D). *Hugs you*.


Românã
Dacã este cineva cãruia ar trebui sã îi multumesc pentru cã mi-a fãcut Lunea super frumoasã, atunci aceasta e cea mai buna prietenã a mea, fatã. Ea e Budinci care m-a îmbrãtisat ca niciodatã înainte. Da. M-a îmbrãtisat si ar trebui sã îi multumesc pentru asta, chiar mi-a fãcut ziua mai bunã. Sunt foarte recunoscãtor cã existã.

Am o prietenã care are încredre în mine, mã întelege, mã îmbrãtiseazã, râde cu mine, dar si mai important, stie cum sã plângã cu mine. O da, si mi-a desenat ceva. Ar trebui sã îi multumesc pentru aia de asemenea.

Multumesc, pentru existenta ta, pentru suportul tau, pentru desenul tãu. Pentru tot (incluzând faptul cã m-ai numit Milky si cã m-ai pus pe lista ta de Lapte). *Îmbrãtisare* .


~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
I still remember the first time we talked. I still remember how it all started. I still remember how I reacted on his first compliment. I only wish my premonition won't come true. I only wish he wasn't playing with me. It hurts. It hurts to know someone is playing with you.


But I won't do anything. I care for him way too much to do anything. If this is his choice, then let it be. I still love him. I'd wish that what he has been telling me for days is true. I wish he was telling the truth when telling me he cares for me as well, that he is also thinking of me all day long, because I am thinking of him. Every step I take, he is in my mind. I always sing for him. For him and for what I feel. I feel like someone very important is missing. Someone more important than my mom, my dad, my family. I feel like a part of me is missing, a part of my soul. I'd like to call him my soul mate. He is such a nice guy. He has shown me how it is to feel the love.

I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting for him and for the moment he'll be ready to talk to me freely, to tell me that he really cares about me. Maybe that moment won't come. But if it won't come it won't be a tragedy. I knew this was going to happen one day... I only wished it won't hurt. And I wish it is not true and everything I said is just my imagination.


Am I a fool? Have I been fooled? Maybe. But maybe not. I do know, however that I care for him. A lot. And I don't care if he is playing with me. I'll cherish from now on. For what I feel. For him. And how great HE made me feel.


P.S. I need you. I dedicate this song to you. And to me. And to what is between us.



Românã
Încã îmi aduc aminte de prima datã când am vorbit. Încã imi aduc aminte cum a început totul. Încã îmi aduc aminte cum am reactionat la primul lui compliment. Sper doar ca ce am zis sã nu se adevereascã. Sper doar cã nu s-a jucat cu mine. Doar sã stii cã cineva se joacã cu tine.

Dar nu voi face nimic. Tin prea mult la el ca sã fac ceva. Dacã asta e decizia lui, atunci las-o sa fie. Tot tin la el. Sper doar cã ce mi-a zis în toate zilele astea sã fi însemnat ceva si pentru el. Si cã lui chiar îi pãsa de mine, cã se gândea la mine, pentru cã eu chiar mã gândesc la el. Orice pas pe care-l fac, îl fac gândindu-mã la el. Cânt pentru el si pentru ce simt. Simt cã cineva important lipseste. O parte din sufletul meu. As vrea sã îl numesc suflet pereche. Este un bãiat atât de drãgut. Mi-a arãtat cum sã simti iubirea.

Voi astepta. Voi astepta momentul în care va putea vorbi cu mine liber, în care va putea sã îmi spunã dacã lui chiar i-a pãsat de mine. Poate acel moment nu va veni. Dar asta nu va fi o tragedie. Stiam cã asa avea sã se întâmple. Speram doar sã nu doarã. Si sper cã nu e adevãrat si cã totul e imaginatia mea.

Sunt fraier? Am fost pãcãlit. Poate. Poate nu. Stiu totusi cã tin la el. Destul. Si nu-mi pasã dacã se joacã cu mine. Mã voi bucura de acum încolo. Pentru ce simt. Pentru el. Si cât de bine m-a fãcut sã mã simt.

P.S. Am nevoie de tine. Dedic aceastã melodie tie, mie si ce (cred cã) e între noi.
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
Some say you should not fall in love. Some say you can't hide from love. Some say it's impossible to live without it. Some say love brings only trouble therefore it's better to leave alone.


Last few years of my life I've been thinking if I will ever be able to find someone to love me for who I am. Someone to care for me as much as I'd care for him. I only lived with the faith that there is someone who might have the qualities I'm looking for. But I knew the search for him will be hard.

I am not sure I've already found him. But I know I feel something special for him. He made me think of him a whole day. He made me wait for him till the middle of the night. I never experienced such a missing experience. I simply wished to talk to him again. I simply wished to hear something from him at least once.

I missed him, like never before. What is love? Is love what I am experiencing now?
It is so weird...I always thought it will last a long time until I will find someone, but I think this feeling penetrated my soul without announcing me, and now I can barely handle it.

What is love?

Românã
Unii spun cã nu ar trebui sã te îndrãgostesti. Unii spun cã nu poti sã te ascunzi de ea. Unii spun cã e imposibil sã trãiesti fãrã. Altii spun cã aduce doar probleme asa cã e mai bine fãrã.

Ultimii ani ai vietii mele mi i-am petrecut întrebându-mã dacã îmi voi putea gãsi pe cineva sã mã iubeascã pentru cine sunt. Cineva cãruia sã îi pese de mine la fel de mult cât mi-ar pãsã mie de el. Am trãit doar cu speranta cã existã cineva care sã aibã calitãtile pe care eu le apreciez. Dar stiam cã va fi greu sã îl gãsesc.

Nu cred cã l-am gãsit deja. Dar stiu cã simt ceva special pentru el. M-a fãcut sã mã gândesc la el o zi întreagã. M-a fãcut sã îl astept pânã la miezul noptii. Nu am mai simtit lipsa cuiva asa cum o simt acum. Pur si simplu îmi doream sã vorbesc din nou cu el. Pur si simple vroiam sã îi mai vorbesc o datã.

Mi-a lipsit, ca nimeni înainte. Ce e dragostea? Oare asta e?
E ciudat, mereu am crezut cã va dura mult timp pânã voi gãsi pe cineva, dar cred cã acest sentiment mi-a penetrat corpul fãrã preaviz, iar acum abia dacã îl pot controla.

Ce e dragostea?
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
I am so glad the sun has shown its sunshines again this weekend. It really made me feel happy, energetic. I was so close to start hoping on the streets. The autumn's clouds were really depressing me when thinking how lonely I am.


Sun. Oh yeah. Such a wonderful feeling to feel your face invaded by the sun's light. To feel how it's getting warmer. Warmer? But I haven't even seen the snowflakes yet this year. The fall hasn't even ended. But she likes cold. Cold? Why would anyone like cold? Because when it's cold we can hug and pretend it's only because it's cold. :D.


Gosh, she's so funny.

Românã
Mã bucur cã soarele si-a arãtat razele din nou acest weekend. M-a fãcut mai fericit, mai energic. Aproape cã topãiam pe stradã. Norii toamnei mã întristau când mã gândeam cât de singur sunt.

Soare. Oh, da. Este un sentiment atât de minunat sã simti cum fata îti este invadatã de luminã soarelui. Sã simti cum fata ti se încãlzeste. Încãlzire? Dar nu am vãzut încã fulgi de zãpadã acest an! Toamna nici nu s-a încheiat! Dar ei îi place frigul? De ce i-ar place cuiva frigul? Pentru cã atunci când e frig ne putem îmbrãtisa si putem pretinde cã este din cauza frigului. :D

Doamne, este amuzantã.
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
Read the first part here.

So why was the guy in my narration crying? And how do I know he and the man coming towards him and who actually talked to him weren't gay or partners. I was just about to find out a few steps more where just a block away there were these men talking about things I was unable to hear. Plus they were wearing the same cloths. (The crying man and his friend (I think) were also wearing the same clothings). So they were there as a crew doing something and they must have had a fight or an argue.


The most plausible scenario I could come with is that one of them yelled at that guy, which resulted in emotions exploding out of the poor man's chest and showing his real nature. But the possibilities are infinite (he could have received a call saying his girlfriend just died, or anything).


So, yeah I bet he wasn't gay, but only a bit more sensitive.

I, once again, ask you people, stop being so irascible. Be more kind, understand others.


Românã
Citeste prima parte aici

Deci de ce plângea tipul din povestea mea? Si cum se face cã stiu cã tipul ce s-a îndreptat spre el nu era partenerul lui. Aveam sã aflu câtiva pasi mai încolo, unde dupã un bloc se aflau alti tipi ce purtau aceeasi uniforma cu a tipului ce plângea. Nu am putut auzi ce vorbeau. Probabil cã se aflau acolo în echipã si probabil se certaserã.

Acesta este cel mai plauzibil scenariu pe care l-am putut gãsi. Dar posibilitãtile pot fi infinite, poate a primit un telefon cu o veste proastã...

De aia nu cred cã era gay, dar poate putin mai sensibil :P.
Nu mai fiti asa irascibili. Fiti mai întelegãtori... încercati sã-i întelegeti si pe ceilalti.
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

What, have you thought they never cry?


 And I am not speaking about Gay guys.


Yes, it is said we are more sensitive to different stuff, however, the story I am going to tell is different. I was walking down the street one evening. After checking a store, I've continued my way to home. As I was walking I've seen a man knelt on the ground. At first I didn't realize why he was standing on his knees. Fortunately, I was walking slowly and I could see a man coming towards him. He knelt as well and started talking to him. By now I was just a bit ahead of them, and have already realized the first man was crying. But why...?


The first thing that came into my mind after realizing this was to go and ask if he is alright. But then I've remembered there was already a guy with him. And it would have seem weird to go and ask if he is okay. Maybe if that guy wouldn't have come, I would have gone and asked what was going on.


Why do boys cry? Find out in the next post...


Românã
Ce, credeati ca ei nu plâng?
Si nu vorbesc despre cey gay.

Da, stiu cã se spune ca suntem mai sensibili la anumite chestii, totusi, povestea pe care am de gând sã vi-o spun este diferita. Mergeam pe stradã într-o searã. Dupã ce am iesit dintr-un magazin, mi-am continuat drumul spre casã. Si cum mergeam eu frumusel, am vãzut un bãrbat ce stãtea pe vine. La început nu am realizat de ce stãtea asa. Cum mergeam încet însã, am observat cu un altul se apropie de el. S-a lãsat de asemenea pe vine si a început sã îi vorbeascã. În acest timp eram deja putin în fata lor, când am realizat cã primul plângea. Dar de ce?

Primul lucru care mi-a venit în minte dupã ce am realizat cã plângea a fost sã mã duc sã îl întreb dacã este în regulã. Apoi mi-am amintit cã era deja acel bãrbat cu el. Si ar fi pãrut ciudat sã mã duc sã îl întreb asta. Poate dacã acel bãrbat nu ar fi venit, m-as fi dus.

De ce plâng bãietii? Mai multe în urmãtorul post...

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
I am so happy. One of my dear friends announced me some hours ago I am on the milk list.

At first I thought: "Milk list?" ... Was she making fun of me or what? So I asked for some explanation. Because we are mostly talking using IM programs (like Yahoo! Messenger, I sometimes use MSN too) she renamed her groups with: "Honey" - being people least interesting, "Jam" - being his classmates "Sliced Bread" - old classmates and "Milk" etc.

Then I was wondering who else did she include in the Milk list. And what is Milk for. She said "Milk is for my victims."

*cough* Victims? Fortunately she explained to me that by victims she meant the people she talks to the most and those who she "bugs off" the most.
 I don't mind being bugged by her :). I am always in the mood to talk to her. And I am glad I am on the Milk list.

Are you on your friends' milk list too?


Românã

Sunt atât de fericit. Una din prietenele mele dragi m-a anunţat cu câteva ore în urmă cã sunt pe lista ei de lapte (Milk list).

La început, m-am gândit: "Lista de lapte?" ... Îşi bate joc de mine sau ce? Aşa că am cerut nişte explicaţii. Pentru că vorbim în principal pe messenger (Yahoo! Messenger, folosesc uneori si MSN), ea a redenumit grupurile ei cu: "Honey" - oamenii de slab interes, "Jam" - colegii ei "Sliced Bread" - vechi colegii de clasă, "Lapte" etc

Apoi am întrebat cine mai e în lista de lapte. Şi ce înseamnã. Ea a spus "Milk este pentru victimele mele."

Umm victime? Din fericire ea mi-a explicat că, prin victimele ea a a vrut sã spunã oamenii cu care ea vorbeşte cel mai mult pe care îi sâcâie cel mai mult.
Nu ma deranjeaza cã mã sâcâie:). Eu sunt întotdeauna doritor să vorbesc cu ea. Si ma bucur acum cã sunt pe lista de lapte.

Tu esti pe lista de lapte a prietenilor tăi?

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
What is B for?

B is for bisexual. Or at least this was the first word that came into my classmate's mind when our Biologies teacher said " b" after writing on the green board "bicolored" (referring to chromosomes classification) . Her "b" seemed to be a "d" so another classmate asked what that letter is, and she said "b". "B" ? Then I heard: "bisexual". My classmate kept saying "bisexual" for a few more times and I was like " Why does he keep saying that... ? "

I wonder why he has been thinking of this, instead of anything else? Who knows...

Românã

De la ce vine B?

B vine de la bisexual. Sau cel putin acesta a fost primul cuvânt ce i-a venit în minte colegului meu de bancã la ora de biologie când profesoara a scris pe tabla (care e verde) "Bicromatidici" (referindu-se la clasificarea lor) apoi a rãspuns unui coleg cã pe tabla e scris bicromatidici, cu B nu cu D (pentru ca semãna foarte tare), fiind întrebatã ce scrie mai exact.
"B"? Urmãtorul lucru care l-am auzit a fost "bisexual". Colegul meu de bancã a continuat sã repete "bisexual" încã de câteva ori în timp ce eu mã gândeam "De ce tot repetã asta...?"

Mã întreb încã de ce s-a gândit la asta, în locul altui lucru... Cine stie...
~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English
Hey people.
How have you been lately? I was a bit busy with school and some exams. However the inevitably bus I had to take these days brought to my attention once again people's hatred, and our incapability of understanding others or being a little more kind with those around us. Shall I tell you what happened instead?

So I was in the bus standing cause all the seats were taken, and there was this woman sitting on one seat. There were many other people standing, and because there were no windows open, inside the bus was getting warmer. One man wanted to open one, but the woman kindly asked him not to, because she was cold. The man looked intrigued, but stopped.

The traffic was crowded, so only 5 minutes after, another women wanted to open the window. She did manage to open it, but the cold woman realized there was source of coldness and looked around. She saw the opened window and wanted to close it, but the other woman started yelling it's impossible to breath in the bus, and if she was cold she should have warmly dressed instead. The woman didn't say anything, but left the seat and still kindly asked the other woman to take her seat, then went to one of the bus' door and waited till it arrived to the next stop where she left the bus.

What I want to say is, people these days are so arrogant, it wasn't impossible to breath in that bus, I can assure you, I could breath, but it was true, it was getting warmer. Still, yelling on a ill person and embarrassing her in front of the whole bus is so impolite. I think those people should learn to be more kind.

Just another little aspect: Both women were not young, but around 50-60 y/o.
Be more kind. Make the world better! Nobody knows how you might feel one time, as well you are unable to imagine how others might feel when you act in a specific manner.

I know I'm boring.

Românã

Salut.
Cum ati fost în ultima vreme? Eu am fost un pic ocupat cu şcoala şi unele examene. Cu toate acestea în mod inevitabil a trebuit sã iau autobuzul spre scoalã ce mi-a arãtat, din nou, ura dintre oameni şi incapacitatea noastră de înţelegere a altora sau de a fi mai buni cu cei din jurul nostru. Să vă spun ce s-a întâmplat în schimb?

Eram în picioare în minunatul autobuz şi mai era o femeie pe un scaun. Mai erau alte persoane în picioare, iar pentru că în autobuz nu erau ferestrele deschise, în interior se încălzise. Un domn a vrut să deschidă una, însa femeia de pe scaun l-a rugat sã nu o facã pentru cã era rãcitã. Omul a privit-o intrigat, dar s-a oprit.

Traficul era aglomerat, asa cã 5 minute după, o altã doamnã dori sã deschida fereastra, lucru pe care l-a si fãcut. Doamna de pe scaun a observat cã exista o sursă de frig şi se uită în jur. Vãzu fereastra deschisă şi vru să o închidă, dar cealaltă doamnã pur si simplu începu sã urle cã este imposibil sã respiri în autobuz şi cã dacă ea este rãcita ar trebui să fie "înfofolitã" bine. Femeia nu a spus nimic, s-a ridicat şi chiar o rugã pe acea femeie să ia locul ei, apoi a mers la una din usile autobuzului şi a aşteptat până a ajuns la următoarea oprire unde a coborât.

Ce vreau să spun este, cã oameni în aceste zile sunt atât de aroganti, nu era imposibil sã respiri în acel autobuz, pot să vă asigur, puteam respira, dar într-adevăr se încălzea. Cu toate acestea, strigând la o persoană bolnavă şi fãcând-o de râs în faţa întregului autobuz este atât de înjositor. Cred cã acesti oameni ar trebui să înveţe să fie întelegãtori.

Doar un alt aspect mai mic: doamnele aveau în jur de 50-60 de ani.
Fiti mai întelegãtori. Hai sã facem o lume mai bună! Nimeni nu ştie cum te-ai putea simţi odată, precum nici tu sti cum se simt atunci când acţionezi într-un anumit mod.

... Stiu cã v-am plictisit.

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English

Today was the first time I've seen in real 2 boys holding each other. Umm, it might seem strange, but I kind of hunt them... Not as in hunting, but I am very careful with each detail passing by on the streets, in the bus, in the subway, etc. Not a big deal, like, I didn't go and say 'Hi' 'cause I was in the bus, neither stared at them, but I must confess, I got a boner. Lucky me I was wearing tight pants, otherwise, the passenger on the other seat would have been freaked out XD.

What??! It was so hot. It was love...The fact is, I wish I had someone to share my love with as well, as they were.

Then I received lots of compliments. From (straight) boys, not only girls, which really woke me up. I was like : 'Hey, I'm not the ugly duck after all.' So yeah, this made my day.. actually evening... but anyway. (Gotta thank my new shirt for 'em)

The last thing is, I've observed lately there are many songs about gay people or video clips with women kissing. I've heard one on the radio, and one from a cassette. They are not really discriminating gays, but... I wonder why has this community become so popular recently??

Românã

Azi am vãzut pentru prima oarã în realitate 2 bãieti tinându-se în brate. Poate cã pare ciudat, dar îi urmãresc. Nu chiar urmãrire... dar se poate spune cã sunt foarte atent la tot ce e în jurul meu, la toate detaliile, mai ales când mã aflu pe stradã, în autobuz, metrou etc. Nu e mare lucru, adicã nu m-am dus sã îi salut pentru cã eram în autobuz, nici nu m-am holbat la ei, pentru cã stiu cum m-as simti eu dacã as fi în locul lor, dar trebuie sã spun cã m-a excitat (whoever knows what boner means, it's perfect, dar nu o spun în românã, poate mai sunt si copii care nu stiu).
Noroc cã purtam niste pantaloni mai strâmti, altfel tipul de lângã mine s-ar fi uitat la mine XD.

Ceee? A fost tare excitant! Era iubire... Chestia e cã, as fi vrut sã am si eu pe cineva cu care sã îmi împãrtãsesc iubirea, ca ei.

Apoi am primit multe complimente de la niste colegi (straight), dar si de la fete, care m-au bucurat si m-au facut sã realizez cã nu sunt "Rãtusca cea urâtã" pânã la urmã. Deci da, cam astea mi-au facut ziua.. defapt seara. (Sã-i multumesc cãmãsii mele pentru complimente XD).

În ultimul timp am observat cã sunt din ce în ce mai multe melodii despre gay, sau videoclipuri în care vezi femei sãrutându-de. Am auzit una la radio si una la CD. Nu îi discrimineazã, însã mã întreb de ce am devenit atât de populari??

~Rob
"Paint your own life. Live your own world."

English

Every day I am going to high-school with a public bus (not a school bus, as some of you might be used to). After school I return home with the same bus. But this bus isn't a bus at all. It is another world. Another world indeed.

 Not only that I can see many people, not only that I can read on their faces how their day was, not only that I can admire them, but I can smile and share my happiness with every older by passing my place, I can be nice and polite by saying "Sorry" after every unwanted move, and "Thanks" after every answered question and bring a smile on my interlocutor face. That's why I like the bus.

And I have some pretty interesting stories from the bus. You might be interested. Check back soon!

English

Howdy people. I think this world has a problem. Lately so many people are sad, threatened or even commit suicide. I am not blaming them, neither those who are getting them in such a situation. I think the problem is with us. We've let this world become the way it is right now. And we barely care about it. If there will be Apocalypse, it will only come because we've wanted it to or we've let it to. We've done nothing to change the situation we are in.

We keep discriminated people, we keep blaming others for our problems. The greed increases, and the hate covers our hearts.

I'm looking at this world, and the only thing I see is we forgot how it feels not to have everything every time. How it feels not to have something to eat, how it feels to be homeless, how it feels to bare the winter among the blocks' corners. Did we ever know how it feels? I think we didn't.

There are people out there who are starving everyday and are demanding for a slice of bread while we are eating burgers and soda, ordering pizza, or wasting good quality food. (I'm not saying we shouldn't, but spending money on useless things doesn't deserve it... there are many other people that would wish to have something to eat, but they can't)

You'll say I'm hypocrite. Maybe I am, but at least I know how bad those guys feel everyday, and always feel sorry for them. I'm just another kiddo. I can't do much about it at the moment. My age doesn't allow me to do many things. But I am conscious about the world I'm living in. And there are places where things are going even worse....