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."