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There are moments I recall with satisfaction, and moments I wish I never lived. They happened...

I'm sure there will be more such moments, and even if they won't feel the same, they will still be. I recall my life 2-3 years ago when I was trying to tell myself girls are attractive. Or when I was sad and almost everyday staying in the house.

Now I'm different... I'm more mature, I guess. All this time in which I meditated, trying to answer myself questions that probably no other boy I knew has ever asked himself.
But it's fine. Those moments helped me become a mature adolescent... they taught me how to be ME. And they determined myself be what am I today. An adolescent that believes in happiness, love, optimism, faith, success no matter the problems are.

It's hard to recall how lonely I was all those years. How many hours in the night I was spending thinking why am I gay, if God loves me for this. And especially if it's alright to be this way.

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School really keeps me busy these days. So I've put the blog on a lower priority in my activities and decided to post more on weekends, but that doesn't mean I won't post during the work days too. I might set some posts to automatically publish during the work days.

I don't know why, but I think I become more and more perfectionist... I always think I can do things better than they are. Now I'm referring to the blog. If this week I think the blog is fine, the next I might think it is not and must change something... so it won't become too boring. It's not really for you, my readers... but more for myself.

I think that's why the blog banner has already had about 10 versions until now. It must be pissed on me already of so many changes.

Anyway, do I have news for you? I do!
1)We have a channel. A Youtube channel. That's because I don't wanna use my personal channel and because I like to do captioned vids from time to time.

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Last Wednesday. Oh, such a cloudy day. I think. Cloudy. Those winter days won't leave us alone, but I can arise the sun triumphant and proud anytime I want, because I CAN!
And still, why was last Wednesday cloudy?

Why did I have the feeling something was missing?
Sometimes... well, sometimes, no matter how much keep trying and trying to to something... it simply just won't work.
I smile to people everyday, still I rarely receive the same smile back. But I am a stubborn person and I keep smiling. I don't wanna give up. Still, as the time goes by, my conscious realizes it gets harder and harder.

I'm naive. So what?

Sometimes...

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Because love isn't felt just once in a year. And because love doesn't mean just plush hearts with "I love you". And because small things make the difference.

Yes, I've waited Valentine's Day to pass to write this. Long made short: Valentine's Day should be every moment, not assessed by anyone, unconditioned by gifts. Because love means more than this.

I was telling you small things make the difference. Yes. I didn't receive a plush heart, nor a flower, not even a hug, even though that hug would've been nice.

But, last week he dedicated a marvelous song to me, and even though he started to fade in my heart, I really appreciated that. It's an awesome song, I may add. And I've received some other things too. Some calls and text messages from another HE- calls that I still recall, messages that I keep reading over and over again. Because he didn't need a plush heart to tell me he loves me. I've felt it in his voice...

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Yeah, I can't believe myself what I'm gonna post next either, but I hope you'll like it :P

Why is there a ghost in each castle in Scotland?
Because they're way cheaper than an alarm system.

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A Welshman goes to a classic music concert with his wife and child. They are told that if their child will be screamin' then they'll have to leave the room. Of course, their money will be returned.
Just a few minutes before the show was going to end, the Welshman asks his wife:
"When it is going to end?"
"Just a few more minutes"
"Perfect, then make him cry"

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A popular novelist receives a letter from a Welsh fan:
"I so liked your last book that I nearly bought it!"

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A Welsh's son enrolled in the Army sends his father a letter:
"I've met a beautiful girl, and I wanna marry her, send me 2 pounds so I can take a photo with both of us. So you can see her too."
A few days later, his father sends him 1 pound along with the following letter:
"Send me a photo of her, I already know you."

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Q:How do you call a dog with no legs?
A:You don't. It won't come anyway.

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Q:What's white, and it's 30 centimeters long?
A:Nothing. Everybody knows that if it's 30 cm long, then it's black.

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I've just recalled a video I've seen some time ago with Lil Wayne and how american men excuse themselves for swearing in such a homo manner.

To us, any "F*ck you!" or "Suck my di*k!" are apparently such common words and just because you've just said you'd fuck another guy doesn't mean you're "a fag", does it? It's simply that you really needed to swear, because you really needed to.

Do they even realize how homo does that sound?
It's worthless to talk anymore. Calling names and Swearing is "so GAY!", NO HOMO!

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Who am I?
I'm coming towards you. I can see your face. Sometimes it shows me your problems, sometimes it shows me your happiness. Sometimes it simply fascinates me.
You keep walking, we never see each other. I've scrutinized you for 2 seconds. You sometimes do the same. But sometimes you don't even observe me.

Who am I?
I'm looking at you right now. You just saw that. You're looking at me too. You have beautiful eyes, did you know that? Your hair looks perfect. You had a tough day at work or at school. Our looks desperately separate after some time.

Who am I?
You're quickly approaching to me from behind. You're in a hurry. I can't see you. But you're there. My stepping frequency lowers down a bit. I let you overtake me. I can now see you. You're gorgeous. You are such a gorgeous human being.

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Some other questions regarding my point of view are being answered today. Let's see what does St. Valentine bring to us...

Questions from Mere Verzi (= Green Apples):
Do you love me?
No. Yes.

Do you like milk? Do you want a teddy-bear? Do you like ketchup? Do you want some more sushi?
Yes.

Which was the last book you've read?
It was a Yaoi book you gave to me. I'm too lazy to read anything else. But right now I'm reading The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.

If I'd open the TV, what channel would it be? How many hours do you usually sleep in the night? What colors are the walls in your room?
Irrelevant questions. I guess it would be Animax. I usually sleep 4 in the night and 3 after the sunrise. They are pink, but it's not my fault they seem so gay. It's not me who chose their color.

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Monday. Oh, God, the school starts again.

For 2 or 3 weeks now I keep checking the widget on the right side of my blog and I can see so many people arriving on my blog from different corners of the world. Yet, all they do is... arrive.

Guys, this blog is for you too, really! That means you are INVITED to comment as well, to tell us your opinion. To tell us your story.
It doesn't matter if you are from the UK, USA, Brasil, Poland, Germany or any other part of the world, be my guest and share your opinion with us!

Because AGK is not only my personal blog. It's a blog for you as well. We are here to learn what's best for us and how we can live with a more optimistic mood. And no matter what problems we have, always keep our smile on our faces - it's easier to solve them that way. There's in fact no reason to be sad. They are part of our lives, aren't they?

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Strumfita organizeazã azi si mâine o micã întrecere ce are ca premiu un domeniu si hosting gratuit pe un an. Stiu cã existã atâtea bloguri care meritã mult mai mult decât merit eu un astfel de domeniu, dar nu stiu cum, ea a decis sã organizeze un poll si sã ne bage pe toti cei care participã în el.

Eu nu am vrut sã votez, nici mãcar pe altcineva, pentru cã am vãzut cã sunt bloguri mult mai interesante. Dar as vrea sã vã uitati voi. Si sã votati pe cine vi se pare cã meritã. Poll-ul se încheie maine la ora 14:00, deci aveti timp sã studiati celelalte 6 bloguri participante (si pe al meu dacã nu ati fãcut-o deja).

Mai jos aveti motivatia pe care am postat-o de altfel si pe blogul Questioarei.
Nu mã votati pe mine dacã nu considerati cã merit!

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It's coming!!! It's coming!!!
What's coming?

Spring is coming. So what?

Well, spring is coming but it also brings along some surprises. Maybe it's way too early to say spring is already coming when some other snow awaits us in the next days, you might say but doest it really matter when it's always spring for me? It brings along snowdrops, a warmer weather, and ... a new look for my blog.

Do you wonder what am I talking about? Well, haven't you already see? The blog has a brand-new banner which I call "The Opposite Way Around" (As in Gay because many of its letters are in the wrong position). I would like to hear that you also like it.

Some other modifications: There is a new, shinier, brighter background header featuring a brand new rainbow. I think it's gayer (recalling my previous post).
Also, the Navigation Menu has been Modified, now featuring a brand new column Series which actually includes "The Bus" Series and "You are special..." story.

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No, I'm not more homo than I used to be. I'm still homo, it's just that I'm so gay these days.

As in? Well, I just remembered when some of my classmates found out that Gay means merry, happy during one English class. I knew that, they didn't. They were like "Really?". It also means happy in French (French form is 'gai').

I'm very proud to say I'm Gay!

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Gay:[gey] –adj - having or showing a merry, lively mood: gay spirits; gay music.

Note: This sexual world included homosexuals too, and gay as an adjective meaning “homosexual” goes back at least to the early 1900s. After World War II, as social attitudes toward sexuality began to change, gay was applied openly by homosexuals to themselves, first as an adjective and later as a noun.

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Lately, I'm talking more and more about love, desires, dreams. But still ... love?

What I want to discuss about in this article with you is love, as in how do you see it. What object or what you sign would you assign to this feeling?

Today the most popular representation for love is the heart. A red heart. And still I'm asking you, how many times didn't you hear the expression "You broke my heart?" Does that mean love? Broken hearts and feelings, disappointed people, crying, pain?

I do not want to believe that this is love. Therefore, I'm asking again, which object, or which sign would you assign this feeling. First, write me a comment below.