I've watched you change .

Far East Movement - Rocketeer ft Ryan Tedder





Azi cred ca am facut un pas foarte important.
Am renuntat la cursurile de actorie.
Am facut acest lucru pentru ca am simtit ca imi trebuie o schimbare si pentru ca simteam ca nu mai apartin acelui loc, ca nu mai fac fata si nu ma mai duc cu drag.
Am petrecut clipe minunate si am ras.
Am descoperit o alta imagine a vietii.
Daca am invatat ceva zilele astea, am invatat sa lupt pentru ceea ce imi doresc cu adevarat, sa infrunt realitatea si sa scap de tot ceea ce nu mai am nevoie.
Ma simt mai bine acum.
Schimbari, vor mai fi.
In bine, sper.
So, girls [Betty si Rucs], nu renuntati doar pentru ca eu nu mai sunt acolo langa voi.
Trebuie sa ma intelegeti.
Every night we fight, is making something real in this crazy life!!!
Wooooohooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
Craziness.
Happiness.
It`s just the new me.
It`s just Kat.

Apropie lupa!

Tim Berg - Seek Bromance




Si azi la ora de bio...baiatu` nu stia cum sa fecundeze un ovul pe tabla si femeia nu stia genotipul.
Si toti am fost nedreptatiti la ora de desen si ne-au trecut transpiratiile cand diriga a cerut sa vada fisele de lectura si am avut parte de plictiseala la orele de logica si istorie.
So, back it up.
Si azi am avut impresia ca toti au baut limonada cu gheata si ironie si ca absolut toti ma tin departe de ceea ce e mai rau si dureros: de adevar.
Si, bineinteles ca am aflat adevarul si spre uimirea mea nu a fost atat de dureros precum a parut a fi in visele mele cele colorate.
Si mi s-a facut dor de soare, de mare si de primavara.
Mi s-a facut dor sa zambesc si sa rad din inima.

Like a bad nightmare wasn`t enough!

She lied when she said that she had dreamed for a life without regrets.
She belived that she fell in love with her best friend, and that`s what happened in the end.
It is never enough to know a person.It is enough to understant and support that person.
In her dreams she wasn`t strong when it was about to save a life, and not hers.
It was a bad nightmare, it was an "What if...?" night.
It was horrible and beautiful in the same time.
She hadn`t enought space, in her dream, for a prince, so she died, `cause no one saved her.
It was dangerous, adrenalin and smoke.
It was confusing.
It was awsome.
It was an episode from the future.
She knew that.
But what if...

Truth or dare?

What do you pick?
You feel so strong and you pick truth?
I can barely yhink that you are saying a lie.
Am i right?
Never shades.
Always popularity.
Guys, let girls some space.
All they need is the air they breath.
You can play with the fire, but never with water.
She is the Queen of the nature.

The secrets.The lies.But never the truth.

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?
CAN YOU TELL A LIE?
CAN YOU TELL THE TRUTH?

No one knows ...who you are!

3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me





Say the right thing.
Do the right thing.
Respect.
Make her yours.
I`m changed...what i can say?
The sun is my life.
But i`m lost in the night.
Right.
Never shout twice.
Love makes me so damn crazy!
Every time i know i can handle it!
But now, i don`t know what will be happening, so...every time i get more of you.
Control yourself.
Be so freackin` crazy.
Live.Love.Laugh.
Be a "Fashionista".
For 2011:
1. Study every day.-Yeah...right...
2. Behave better at home.-Hm...
3. Don't wait to do homework at the last minute.-Wohooo...
4. Do sport once a week.-Maybe every day
5. Cheat your bitch.-The first thing he`ll do.
6. Keep changing your clothes.-Sweet surrender.Fashion wins!And that`s the game!
7. Save money and don't make impulse buys.-Presents!
8. Tell the boy you like "hello".-Hard.
9. Don't cry for me!-Yeah, don`t disturb yourself!
10. Make a schedule for yourself and stick to it!-Wtv.

This girl, this angel.

The Pretenders-I'll stand by you




Copil.
Inocenta intr-un pahar pe jumatate plin de Pepsi.
Si se joaca in nisipul adolescentei de la Vama Veche.
Construieste castelul in care va locui.
Se imagineaza printesa.
"...pe data, pontonul fu infrumusetat de una dintre virtutile copilariei: sunetul unui raset, care se raspandi in aer."
Se ruga sa nu se opreasca ninsoarea.
S-a hotarat sa treaca valea.
Si aripile taiate i se regenereaza si se ridica, cu ajutorul unei maini intinse.
Nu sta niciodata in genunchi.
Nu cere mila.
Uraste nefericirea si asteapta ca soarele de primavara sa apara si sa-i spuna:"Imi cer scuze pentru intarziere, dar am avut si alte strazi de luminat.Sper sa ma ierti.".
Si ea va ierta si va uita.
Jocurile adolescente dintre iubire si alcool o innebunesc.
Si toata lumea prinde viata si totul in jur prinde culoare.
Si ne transmite "sexosimea ei pe sistem inalt".
Noi ii multumim ca exista in viata noastra.
O ajut cum pot.
O iubesc in felul meu.
E un fluture ce asteapta ca crisalida lui sa se sparga, sa poata iesi, in lume, sa zboare si sa inspire raze de soare si polen.
E doar ea.
Nu se schimba.
Amintirea ei nu se sterge.
Tot ce a fost scris negru pe alb, nu se poate sterge, ci doar se poate acoperi cu o lunga linie de pasta corectoare.


Forever yours,
Budincutsa.