I guess you always get what you want and it looks like i wanted  trykes.  No pun intended.

A tryke

and TKR doing his TKRs

been doin a lot of stuff, had no time to shoot more.  Funny enough this whole new thing in which i dont get to shoot photos or have the time to skate is not really that thirlling. Its way to quiet these days,in a busy way but  there’s no saga.

Later Edit: God i love the stuff that happens while you are away. :) Buer’s entry is just brilliant, like you would expect from any good journalist like him. You gotta read it, it my fkin day! God save the scene.

Word of advice 1: So it turns out that some people are too intelligent for their own good. Other people are so dumb you will eventually consider them evil.

Word of advice 2: Eat a lot of cheese. It’s good for your health

That’s kinda like today’s Gab piece of intelligence.

Anyways, off we to some pix. Just FYI i did not shoot these. As you will easily notice they don’t have that “shoz” my pix have. :) Also, that’s kinda why they are in color. So, yeah, pics from Bansko, like the best 3 i found. I bumped into them today when i got home and i realized it’s been almost six months and i havent had the oportunity to browse them.

last but not least you have to watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNC4I6qiauI

Sorry sweetheart, nothing special today.  Promise next one will be interesting.

Sldiers and buttons: somewhere on the highway before Agigea, the 4th of May.

Fcuk!: for the fun of it.  September 2008

Hell yeah! :)

Classical study of flight – With flying stuff in it, shot on the 2nd of may on location 2 Mai.

And then i realize that our generation is so fuckin alternative. i mean like so alternative so there has to be more than one way to it.

Alternative study of flight – With alternative flying stuff in it, shot on the 2nd of may on location 2 Mai. :)

Hugs and all that!

I used to have 9 lives. Then one day i fell asleep on the couch and woke up in a bar, my wallet was missing alongside all my stuff. All i had was a note that said “I’m not a concept” next to my head. I kinda felt like puking.

Grabbing a pen from the bartender i scribbled “yes you are”. It didn’t really make sense but all i could think was ” fuck man, i’m gonna miss the bus back home”. I put the note in my pocket, nod at the bartender, put my skates on and start heading towards the exit.

“daca pleci acum pleci de tot“, i can hear her voice behind me. And i know that by the time i get to open the door she will grab my hand and we’ll be back on the couch. I take the note out of my pocket and i get to read “Notar public, on blogger since december 2006“.

Notar Public

I woke up like five minutes ago and logged in. I remembered i wanted to post these photos. Funny enough, if you look really close at the one above you will notice that there is a sign that says “Notariat“.

Saint Exupery

I did, God damn right I did. I just fuckin did. So, it turns out that stories that deserve documented only begin in 2007.

Anyhow, apart from that, yours trully talented has trully realised that he used to shoot good photos at some time. I was browsing an old inbox, searching for them lovely “Dupa ce ai facut de data asta NU VREAU SA-TE MAI VAD IN VIATA MEA!” love letters and i found this: http://conceptart.org/forums/showthread.php?t=52720&page=9

So, yeah, there you go, old stuff. I won’t take you through the whole thing, some like the one below were good, so were fantastically and trully bad.

Oh yeah, and this one was so fuckin prophetic

Also, for those of you that can help in anyway, I’m still trying to find a lawyer / foundation. Gimme a call if you know any of the two.

For all those who get the whole point of this: One of the reasons i love you guys is because you smiled when you saw the title and later on while listening to the tracks. :)

For the rest, click play then see this post.

So, here it is:

Diving Sessions 1

So… uhm, show pix lol? Well, for Le Tired, this is prety much the highlights of Amsterdam. Were you really expecting anything else?

(well, actually it IS a mash-up. It’s really the mash-up that the whole of December created in my mind during my stay in Amsterdam. I think it’s called cut-up in literature, tbh, i don’t really know.)

Start here (“so ai avea chef de o scurta vacanta de ski inainte de craciun?”) – 24th of December, train to Amsterdam

“… they burn them all away” – 2nd of January. Pretty much spent most of my time listening to Lavele, taking photos, deleting them… the usual. Then, eventually, laying on the bed one morning, exhaling, Inside loops in, and I’m like “wait a second”

“So, how come you’re so quiet?” - 1st of january, Amsterdam, all i could do was smile and try to find an answer that wouldn’t really answer the question, cause there was no way i could share my reasons. Cause there is no way in hell….

“Fa-mi si mie o placere [...]” – 27th of  December, one of the canals, coldest day in the last 25 years in Adam. “-[...] si nu-ti vopsi unghiile / -in negru sau in orice culoare? / -oricum. / -Negociem…/ -poti sa le dai cu lac./ -Uhm, sunt barbat, nu imi dau unghiile cu lac!”

“Vreau sa imi iau caciula cu urechi [...]“ – Same canal, same 27th of december, but this time around Adam was really fucking with my brains. ” [...]ca sa ma pot boschetari…/ – Sa te poti ce?/ -Boschetarii… / -?/ -adica sa arat ca un boschetar./ – Da ce, acum te confunda lumea cu un bacher?”.

“Am niste nurofen la mine[...]“ – Dortumund airport, this time arround, just left the place. And, yeah, you were right, it’s skewed and it’s all that white that’s burning  ” [...] -Sunt alergica la ibuprofen/ -Aham… asta e nasol, nu?/ -Dap”.

Disclamers and such:

It won’t really make any sense if you try to make something out the whole story. It’s like taking tons of details, selecting  just a few and then pouring alchohol over the whole thing.

To answer a very dear friend of mine, this is not about someone, it’s about me. About geting things out, in a neutral way. If you are going to ask me if i feel better right now i’ll smile and say yes. Will it do? No, it won’t, i will probably write it ALL on walls, paint the whole of the bridge i walk under each evening, fly kites, search cross roads to sell my soul and fix the problem. That or just continue taking photos. Haven’t really made up my mind.

Smile, cause you know what I’m talkin about. :)

It’s in all of us really.

… by Gabriel.

Random Building – random walk downtown

Random Lamps - in the same random walk downtown

Random Street – cause… well… random.

Random Trees in Random Bansko – cause nothing really happens random.

I really wish i had something intelligent this time arroud,  just to wipe the fuckin first impression from your head and that perfectly dumb but lovely smile off your face. But i don’t.

Also i keep bumpin an umbrela that doesn’t belong to me round the house.

Last night knocked it off the desk and hit Fitz (the cat). Needless to say the whole thing turned into the FUCKIN BUTTERFLY EFFECT as it got scared, put out a fiery raging warrior scream , grabbed my leg with nails and started turning my flesh into tiny bits of yogurt. In case you are wondering why yougurt, well, i was holding a jar of it in my hand and first thing that came to mind was “fuck my leg is turning into yogurt”.

Anyways,  so the cat is tearing my leg to tiny bits, I start cursing, spill the yogurt all over, all of the sudden the door opens. Cat sees the oportunity and literary screeches out, i throw the jar after it, door continues to open, mum walks in, gets hit by yogurt jar. 30 minutes later Grandma hears half of the story and thinks i’m performing satanic rituals with a cat, an umbrela and a jar of … well, yogurt.

So, take the fuckin umbrela back, people, i don’t need it. Who knows what other curses it will bring upon to me. Besides, I just got back in, i was really missing home, please dont spoil this for me.

I cannot explain how good this place is each time. Anywayz:

Diagonals are Dynamic - 2 days ago. Dam(n?) Square

Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm- West End of the city, yesterday

Sa fiti bine, care pe unde sunteti.