tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73448051242656038022011-07-08T07:17:15.823-07:00DarKAdyuSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344805124265603802.post-57821919059140907712008-04-08T09:03:00.000-07:002008-04-08T10:03:50.991-07:00Azi fac 20 de ani ... eu , me , myself , baietasu ala de 16 - 17 ani acu a ajuns ,cica : "om matur" .<br />Eu ??? ,<br /> Doamne cum trece timpul ... anul trecut , cand faceam 19 ani, spuneam ca ultimul an a trecut cel mai repede din viata mea , e adevarat totusi ca era un an f important , an cu examenul de BAC si ma simteam nepregatit , ajungand la relativitatea lui Einstein asupra timpului . Insa acum ... peste un an , timpul parca a trecut si mai repede .<br /> 20 de ani ... poate k sunt un pic cam melancolic pt varsta mea dar ... la varsta asta am inceput sa privesc inapoi , la ce am facut , ce am realizat pana acum , daca tot ce am facut a avut vreo finalitate un scop ...<br /> Dar pana la urma , care este scopul vietii ? exista vreun scop , noi ca fiinte umane privim totul mult prea complex , asupra unui lucru care este atat de simplu ...<br /> Ma uit in spate , nu vad nimic , in fata , doar vise ,spunea cineva :"dream like you will live forever and live like you will die tomorrow" , vise , as vrea sa pot spune "the world tremble as it senses what you are about to acomplish" despre viata mea .... insa cum spunea Eminescu<br /> ” <em> Iar in lumea asta mare noi, copii ai lumii mici.</em> <p><em> Facem pe pamantul nostru musunoaie de furnici</em></p> <p><em> Microscopice popoare, regi , osteni si invatati</em></p> <p><em> Ne succedem generatii si ne credem minunati</em></p> <p><em> Musti de-o zi pe-o lume mica de se masura cu cotul .”</em></p> Astea fiind spuse , noi suntem :"dust in the wind , nothing more" . Nu vreau sa traiesc o eternitate , si mai ales nu vr sa traiesc o eternitate in memoria celorlalti ... Daca vreau sa fac ceva maret in viata mea , este pentru a hrani acel gigant "EGO" , pe care toti il avem , desi multi nu recunosc , sau nu stiu inca :P.<br /><br />Azi e "First day of the rest of my life" , To be continued ...<br /><p><em> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344805124265603802-5782191905914090771?l=darkadyus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DarKAdyuSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344805124265603802.post-48401389952682044562008-02-25T02:13:00.000-08:002008-02-25T02:17:34.252-08:00Examen <span style="font-family: times new roman;">la materia "x" la facultatea de Automatica in cadrul Universitatii "y"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Profesorul intreaba:<br />- Intrebare de "nota zece": cum ma numesc? Toti tac.<br />- Intrebare de "nota opt": la ce obiect aveti examen? Toti tac.<br />- Intrebare de "nota cinci": ce culoare are manualul? Din ultimele randuri se aude o voce: - Vrea sa ne pice m***tu'.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344805124265603802-4840138995268204456?l=darkadyus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DarKAdyuSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344805124265603802.post-62078561689886835982008-02-25T02:00:00.000-08:002008-02-25T02:21:59.644-08:00<p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">O zi de examen oarecare din viata unui student<br /></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Ora 6:00 - Trezirea, constientizarea situatiei critice "zi de examen". Palpitatii, gaze stomacale, etc…<br />Ora 6:15 - Pregatirea mapei: cursul (carte+foi xeroxate), rezumate schematizate, servite + eventuale copiute. (ca si cand ai voie cu toata biblioteca pe banca)<br />Ora 6:30 - Realizarea inutilitatii mapei "stufoase" la examenul respectiv. Reorganizarea mapei: 3 coli A4 + pix. Ora 6:40 - Plecarea conform orarului pentru a prinde "loc bun, first class"<br />Ora 7:15 - Intrarea in sala de examen, ocuparea unui "loc prost, first desk". Locurile bune se terminasera deja de la ora 5:00.Excentricii<br />Ora 8:00 - Intrarea profesorului si a supraveghetorilor in sala de examen (primele reactii ale studentilor: Sugestii la adresa rudelor apropiate ale supraveghetorilor: mame, fii, fiice, neam, etc)<br />Ora 8:01:00 - Anuntarea subiectelor<br />Ora 8:01:30 - Reactii la aflarea subiectelor ( ***-ti gura matii si a familiei tale de jegos !!! )<br />Ora 8:02 - Hai ba, ce facem? Mergem? Mai stai ba 5 minute, nu acum ca bate la ochi!<br />Ora 8:03 - Hai ba, ce facem? Mergem? …<br />Ora 8:30 - Planul de calamitate A: Scriere in afara subiectului.<br />Ora 8:31 - Terminat de scris.<br />Ora 8:32 - Planul de calamitate B: auto-incurajarea (Cu siguranta ca si ceilalti scriu in afara subiectului…)<br />Ora 10:00 - Epuizarea timpului de alocat examenului. Predarea foilor, zambitor catre profesor. Iesirea din sala. Ciudat, desi facultatea e automatica , intrebarile gen "Ce-ai facut ma?" sunt insotite de raspunsuri strans legate de organe de reproducere.<br />Ora 10:30 - Cuvinte de ramas bun colegilor, incurajari, si traditionalul "Bag ** in ea de facultate. Mai bine dadeam in p*** mea la ASE!"<br />Ora 12:00 - Acasa… Yahoo Messenger…. status adecvat situatiei. Invisible pentru dobitocii cu intrebari stupide.<br />Ora 13:00 - Somnul de frumusete… …noi sa fim sanatosi..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344805124265603802-6207856168988683598?l=darkadyus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DarKAdyuSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344805124265603802.post-83099203959595285512008-01-31T07:28:00.000-08:002010-09-13T13:46:50.798-07:00<div class="entry-body"> <div style="float: left; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px;"> <img src="http://userpics-40.hi5.com/userpics/440/550/550657440.img.small.jpg" style="position: absolute; clip: rect(0px, 101px, 101px, 0px);" valign="top" align="right" border="0" /><img src="http://images.hi5.com/images/clear.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /> </div> <span style="font-size:85%;">Big step in my life ... and I'm going in the wrong way</span>.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">here's the way I fell now :<br /></span><br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >When everything goes bad … </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >It feels like even the sun stops shining …</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I greet you to my world , <span> </span><span> </span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >The world of the grey … </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >The place where all dreams fade.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Feels like I’m walking around, </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Lost in the plains of despair … and no way out</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I could scream , but there’s no one to hear me </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I could run but the farther I get </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >The world keeps getting darker and darker, </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >But so strangely familiar ….</span></p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Why ? I feel like I should be mad at someone,</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >someone to blame ??? <span> </span>but who ?… </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I already know who’s fault is, but … </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >What can I do when the very person I should be mad at<span> </span>is … </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><strong>Myself .</strong></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >All we can do is to keep going ,</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >As long as we are alive </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >It can get worse, so enjoy now!</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >While you still have what too …</span></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344805124265603802-8309920395959528551?l=darkadyus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DarKAdyuSnoreply@blogger.com0