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Just another day in the Impossibilities City. I-I mean no. This is the wrong speech. One thing's for sure: Today, 27th March is the Earth Hour.

If you want, turn off your lights. You're helping yourself too. I once said that i believe the world can be changed through small gestures. I think this small thing can help the Planet, and no matter if you believe in the Global Warming or not, and doing this doesn't cost you anything, why wouldn't you do it? In fact you're gonna pay less on your electricity bill.

And if we're still at the "Small gestures but with nice effects", there are 2 more things I'd like to warn you about. First is KitKat.

It’s quite simple. Nestle uses palm oil quite a lot in its products (KitKat is just one of them). The problem is that they are doing business on buying this palm oil with companies that practically do biological genocide by erasing rain-forests from the face of the earth. Moreover, they refuse to stop in doing business with those companies. And they are using censorship to try and stop videos like the one below from being seen by people.
Via: borderliner.ro

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A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $0.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $0.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge.
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:
No Charge.
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge.

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I'm checking the mobile phone. I can see what it's saying. Why in the world did I set that message for my screensaver? And why I didn't change it in 3 months?

Jesus, I have no idea. I knew what I was talking about when I said that I won't forget him that easy.

"I didn't forget you", a Rob from the past tells me. And that's the truth. Now, anything I feel I compare to what I felt back then. But I look forward to the sun which arises again to tell me there is still hope. I guess.

I'm writing this post without thinking about a theme or something. So don't expect to read something interesting.

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Here there are 2 videos I so damn like. The first one is so funny. Just hope you like it too. Don't forget to drop a comment below!

P.S.: I usually post these kind of things on my Tumblr. So maybe you'd like to check it out more often! You can find the link in the Sidebar.

Enjoy!

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A short summary of this week so far:
Lots and lots of tests. Lots! Tuesday was an interesting day. Wednesday, I don’t know how I did it, but I got an A in Maths. (I’m throwing a party, which one of you is coming?) Should I also tell you that I prepared for a pop-quiz that never took place anyway by scribbling my formulas-to-learn on the desk? This is how the Kiddo prepared himself for school…honestly, I couldn’t have made it in another way. Maybe, after all, Saint Patrick was a good charm for me, ey? And I should probably take on borderliner’s suggestion and buy myself a green t-shirt with and inscription reading “Kiss me, I’m Gay!” or something like that. XD

But Kiddu has been a bad boy. Not telling you how because he would ruin his image. Let’s just say he just used some not-so-fair tricks for a certain examination. He promises that next time he will get his ass to study instead of checking out blonde guys and sexy asses on the streets. (You didn’t read that, right?)

Then comes a contest in which Kiddo wants to pass onto the next phase ‘cause it’s really important for him to do so. It really is!

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St. Patrick Day isn't celebrated in Romania, but it is a very popular Irish holiday that really got me into it because of the Green, Luck and Clover.

I'm not gonna tell you much about it, you should know some things about it by know, if not there's a pic below with some details or you can anytime Google it.

If you'd like to celebrate it in Romania, there's a pub at University Square (Bucharest, Romania) named Charlatans which offers traditional Irish beer (which is Green). I like the idea, but since I don't drink alcohol I think the enthusiasm will work for me.

P.S.: Green is my second favorite color after Purple.

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What's Fabulis? Fabulis is a new site for gays, which promises something different. And it really got my attention. Why? Because it's not a dating site, but a socializing one, only it's for gay men. A site with latest gay news and other stuff like this.

Why do I promote it? Because their idea is nice and because they have a nice motto: Celebrate Life.

So if you're fed up of Romeo and trying to hook up with someone tomorrow night you could try socializing a bit and make some friends like you.

Oh, and if you like their clothes you can order some. Some of them are really, really nice.

Fabulis is launching soon, this spring.
Come! Dating is not everything.

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Shh, don't tell anyone what I'm going to tell you now, ok? So what's coming next is very boring because it's about me. And it's short. I'm not interesting anyway. Queer things about me:

• Sometimes I talk way too much. And too fast. 3 persons have told me that I'm talking way too fast.
• Sometimes I can come up with my own words. Who says I can't?
• I can talk in French and freak my colleagues out. And I can talk with different accents, and be a good confident. Can't I?
• I like to smile to people. But didn't you already knew that?
• Things that arouse me: Men in elegant outfits, uniforms, boxers or underwear, hair on men's legs, Cute faces, Sexy asses, blonde guys, self-sucking, incest (between brothers or father and son), hmm... hot kisses, (b)romance.
• I always try to sleep with 2 pillows: A soft one and a not-so-soft one. I sleep on the soft one while I hold the other one in my arms like hugging it.Oh, and I like to sleep without socks because when it's too cold I can get one of my feet out and enjoy warm and cool in the same time.

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It's the story that never ends. It has already become a cliché. But doesn't it happen to all of us in a way or another?

You see him everyday. You admire him, you dream about him, you want him. You're gay, he's straight - he's the person that always looks perfect for you, no matter how bad he looks. You'd like to talk to him even just for a second, but you don't have the guts to. You can't approach. He's always with his friends. and the thought that he's got a girlfriend totally ruins your will.

Some time ago you saluted him and he happily answered to you. You've turned around and left being ultra-happy that you've got an answer.

Somehow you managed to get closer to him, and now you're a good friend of him. But you still don't have the guts to step to the next phase. You can tell by his face that he's happy with his girlfriend and your mind tells you he deserves the best, and you might not be it. You realize it's not worth to end this friendship this way.

But one day something happens. He's sad. You're there for him and you try to cheer him up when all of his friends have already left for doing something else. It's probably the moment when he realizes how much you care about him.

You tell him everything's gonna be alright. A friendly hug then a light between your eyes - the fire is burning you when he's holding you in his arms. But does he feel the same? A kiss then he runs away without looking back.

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Because I like kittens and cats, and because they are cute and borderliner loves them and so does Lillee I've decided to post some things about cats. Or not. I could show you.

I love cats and kittens, ok?
Because they are cuuuuute, and they come to you and cheers you up in no time. Luckily I've received an article this morning by newsletter which shows 30 unusual things we don't know about cats.

Here are some:

• A cat is able to recognize its master walk from a distance of 100 meters.
• Cats can distinguish human voice and tone. They can also distinguish when we yell at them or praise them or when we're either sad or gay.
• They spen almost 30% of their lives licking and taking care of themselves.
• Cats adore to sleep on paper because it's soft and warm.

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I know it's been awhile, I apologize if you've been waiting for this post (pointing at Lillee). I hoped I could gather more questions, but I think they are enough.

So let's start with the questions from my dear friend, and I'm not talking about you Budi, but Lillee:

In a gay relationship, I don't know if it's correct or not, hope you won't mind, is there a masculine person and a feminine one? You get my point. If I said a stupid thing... please don't laugh.

Lillee, I think it's obvious I'm more mature than that. There's no reason I should laugh for. No worries. It's hard to answer this question. Because there are different types of people in this world. First off, I shall start by saying there are either only feminine parts (Lesbian relationships), or masculine parts (homosexual relationships), this just to clarify the meaning of the word Gay. It's important to know it's used for both types of relationships. It's important to know that both persons share the same sex. It's not like one fucks and the other one pretends to be the woman XD.

Now, there are people (between men) that prefer to be Tops or Actives, you can figure it out why, some prefer to be Bottoms or Passive, but there are also some who prefer both that are called Versatile. Nevertheless, the Bottom doesn't play the feminine role in the sexual act. He is a man as well as the Top is. In fact, there would've been no point to call it a gay relationship if one pretended to be a woman, don't you think? But there are also people who don't enjoy sex and they have a relation based just on their love. This situation might be frequent to old people. The main idea is that there are either 2 men or 2 women and there's no such thing as masculine or feminine person in a relationship.

Still, there are people who consider themselves women even in they have a penis or vice versa that are called Trans-gender that might consider themselves that feminine person you were talking about... There are endless possibilities. I simply can't talk about each person. Everyone has different opinions, behaviors. I hope this helps you make an idea about the roles in a MM gay relationship.[You can check the clip at the end of the English part of this post.]

Next question:
Are you one hundred percent sure about your sexuality? Is there any chance of it to change in the future? Do you have any doubt about it?

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Oh really now, it was sunny yesterday, right now it's snowing like crap. I know whose fault is. But I won't tell you.

Let's just shoo winter and bring the Sun where it belongs. I've went outside and took some photos some days ago. [I know there aren't many, but I hope you like them]

Românã
Pe bune acum, ieri a fost soare, azi ninge de rupe. Stiu cine e de vinã! Dar nu vã spun :D.

Dar ca sã alungãm iarna cea friguroasã si sã reinstaurãm Soarele la loc de cinste, eu am iesit acum x zile de am fãcut poze. Si ia sã vedeti voi ce a iesit. [Stiu cã nu sunt multe, însã sper sã vã placã.]

Enjoy the gallery!

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After I've freaked you out with this post, I think it's the right time to write something a bit funnier.

I really have no idea how shall I call her anymore, because she always changes her sexy yet scary creature name so I'll just say it. Ex-Budincã (Pudding), ex-Mere Verzi (Green Apples) ex-Hazelnut/Gingerbread for a word, ex-CupCake Attack, the actual Morcovi cu Zahãr (Carrots with Sugar) deserves my all gratitude for every moment when she was pissing me off for being late when we were meeting, every moment when she was creeping me in all those bookstores and when we were laughing stupidly at books, moments when I was so wishing to hug her, and when she was holding a dumb puppy face at me. Or when we went to see Paranormal Activity, or when we hugged people this winter. Or when we walked in the park and I did it with that "sucking" thing.

Oh, creature. I owe you so much. Especially the fact that I did not read Amerika (by Kafka) but instead I've read The Metamorphosis. Or the fact that because of you now I like Anime. Do you remember when we both went to Serendipity Tea and did nothing at all because the teahouse was closed. Or when we went to Pizza Hut and I've broken the plate of our Earl Grey with Honey and Milk Tea Cup? Or when we both went to check for monsters hamsters that eat humans are nocturne creatures. Or when we ate Sushi and Rice with... something at the mall.

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Last night I've came across an interesting image. I don't wanna discuss much about it... you can figure it out by yourself that it represents a gay men stereotype which according to, all of them are effeminate. It's still funny.

I don't believe in right ways and wrong ways to do stuff. There are many possibilities to do things in different ways. It's just that we are so fucking good to tag things of being normal, not normal, stupid, wrong, right, correct, weird.

Conclusion: Make sure you walk this way! Don't move your hips, otherwise you're gay, are we clear?

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This post contains unedited strong language. Keep that in mind and stop if it offenses you.

Saturday! Too bad it was ruined.

Woke up at 11. After having the breakfast, I decided that today I should clean up my laptop ... Let's say I did too. Finally, found something to watch on the net. Sometime at about 17:30 my phone rang.

I looked at the phone. "Private number calling" Which shall I pick: Answer or Reject?. "Who could be?" I said.
I had nothing to lose. So I answered. "Hello" I said.

"I like boys. I like you. I love you." a male voice answered.
I quite expected a phone prank. But not this ... I was like "what the fuck?", then I said to myself that it was pointless to spend my time with such a bad joke. I said that they randomly dialed a phone number.

I've put the phone back on the desk. After just 3 seconds it started to vibrate again. Obviously, the same private number was calling me. "Yes, what do you want?" I said.

"I want to fuck your arse. You like that, don't you?". I was astonished when it continued and called me on my first name instead, continuing to tell me that this name is predestined for boys "that fuck assholes". In the background, some boys were giggling and laughing. One asked who was he pranking. "Who is it, ----?" (Replace ---- with my name). So they knew my name. Very good.

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What?
What am I? Who am I? What? What? What?

What are you? Who are you?
Are you what I'm looking for?
What am I looking for?
Search that never ends. Life that never stands still.
Death that never comes.
What... what.
What's next, what?
Which sky or cruel suns will stray upon those who ask for impossible.
What or who are you to define what's possible and what's not?
What do you think you're doing?
You break our wings.
Why?
W-hy?
Let us suicide in our own pleasures.
Let us die in nightmares as horrible as...
nothing you've ever dreamed before.