Tangerine's PoV

“Thats what i believe got him relected is the people knew that you could beleve what he said.”
“Well that’s a request to do that.”/”Our country is strong-”how many people to march i don’t no.”
- we go forward to defend freedom-
“Take the governments side.”
-and all that is good and just in our world.”

All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you’ve stolen from me

You wanna’ know why I feel so horrified?
I let my innocence die
You wanna’ know why I can’t be pacified?
You made me bury something
I won’t be sleeping tonight

I only wanted the blessing made
Now I’ve been labeled a renegade
It seems so clear now what I must do
You’re no immortal
I won’t let them
Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

You wanna’ know why it seems the passion’s died?
We’ve all been living this lie
You wanna’ know why my will’s been fortified?
You’ve made me hunger again
Good luck sleeping tonight

I only wanted the blessing made
Now I’ve been labeled a renegade
It seems so clear now what I must do
You’re no immortal
I won’t let them
Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you’ve stolen from me
I was too blinded to see
All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you’ve stolen from me

Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

Deify you
(All my devotion betrayed)
They view you as the new messiah
(I am no longer afraid)
Deify you
(I was too blinded to see)
Renew belief in some demented man….
(How much you’ve stolen from me…)

Disturbed – Deify

My visit to Romania started quite disappointing. I got to the airport with Bruno and I had to pass the passport control early to buy some FCB t-shirts. Then I got to the boarding gate, half and hour early, a little bit sad because I knew that I would miss so much being home. I tried to look for a place to smoke but it was impossible to find one. I hate el Prat! Finally they announced the gate and I went to sit in front because I really wanted to get into the plane as soon as I could and sit down, turn on the music and sleep all the way to Romania. Impossible. When I went to sit there 20 Romanians came and sit in front of me just like that, maybe I was invisible or something. After 5 minutes of hearing them talking and trying to get closer to the gate, ignoring the queue and all the people there, I was already tired of Romania, I didn’t miss it at all, when suddenly I smelled smoke. It seems some Russian guys started to smoke because their flight was delayed and everybody smoked taking advantage of that. I preferred to go to smoke and then have to wait at the end of the queue than to be there between all those people that had no respect to them or the others.

So I went to smoke. A girl came and asked if we were allowed to smoke there. We told her that we were not, but well, as we were lots of persons that were smoking they would not punish us or something. And she started to say “True, because the Russians would eat them, because they were mean, we had to leave at 5 o’clock in a big plane, but they didn’t get the big plane but two little planes and now we are separated and have to wait… etc.. and the Russians are so angry so I hope the Spanish will not mess with them because they are capable of killing everybody… etc “. The answer was quite obvious but I still felt the need to ask “Where are you from?” “From Russia”… “Oh, I see, I will try not to mess with you”. Right, come on, we were all pissed off. I guess that time I discovered that I dislike nationalist people.

Anyway, I finished my cigarette and I got back to the queue and we finally got into the second bus that would take us to the plane. We waited, and waited… and waited… In the end they made us get out of the bus and enter the airport again to wait. Luckily for me the Russians were still angry so I could smoke again. And yes, I tried not to mess with them.

After one hour we got into the plane, but we had to wait one more hour there. It seems that one minor did not have his father’s approval to leave the country and we had to wait until his father came to the airport to sign some papers. Then we all got pissed off because we had to wait for him so the people from Blue Air found it wise to tell us that this was not the only thing that delayed the flight, there were also some problems with the plane. Bad idea as panic broke out and people were quite scared. They tried to solve it saying that the problem was with some papers, not with the plane itself but nobody believed it, there was still fear in everyone’s eyes. I decided that that was the perfect moment to watch United 93, so all the way to Romania, in the plane I watched to movie together with the girl next to me (it was her first flight ). It was kind of strange because it was already dark and it was a stormy night and there was some lightning, but we enjoyed it in the end.

At midnight I arrived to Romania (of course, Blue Air brought our luggage all wet because it was raining and they did not cover them with anything) where Alina, Sabina, Laura and Cristina were waiting for me. In the beginning I found it strange and difficult to speak Romanian (actually, it took me two days to start speaking Romanian with no Spanish word included). I met Alina’s new little precious: her car. . I liked it a lot, and I thought I would be afraid to be in the car while she is driving but I was wrong, actually it’s nice to be in the car with a beginner friend because you pay attention to everything and that is “team driving”: “left, right, car behind, free, go go go, no no, stoooooop”. It was a nice experience. .

In my three days in Bucharest I enjoyed seeing my friends and sleeping with Ali . We were out every day, having fun and inventing new “human” races. I couldn’t see all the persons I wanted to see, but luckily I have seen people I didn’t expect to see. I hope on the 13^th, when I get back to Bucharest I will see them.

I went to the Embassy on Monday but there were more than 100 persons there waiting. I cannot understand, why so many persons go to Spain? And still, there are much more who went illegally. I don’t understand it, but well. Finally, I could get in and it seems I have lots of chances to get my visa before the 15th of Sept.

Now I’m at my parents’, relaxing but still working from home, and missing you.

FUCK THIS JOB.

Not at all, but I’m tired of stupid conversations with people that don’t give a fuck about what are you doing to solve their problems. Someone wants to hire me as his gardener?

This kind of days makes me think a lot more about her. I miss her, I really miss her. I never thought that I can miss someone like I missed her today. But now, I’m alone at home… I’m lucky because I have her photo on the bedside table and at least I have some photos around my HD. But still, I MISS YOU!

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The first night without her was… lonely. I didn’t know what to do at home, I quickly get bored of the computer and I didn’t have anyone to talk to. Anyway, I woke up better than I fell asleep tonight so maybe today I’ll change the header logo and I will mess around with the design again. I want to do it better because I know I can.

I miss you. 20 days left.

PS: Wake up! You’re sleeping too much! >:P

Maybe world is too crazy, maybe it’s not crazy enough. What’s true is that every day I see more weird news on TV.

Let’s see… China acts on funeral strippers. It’s true. This is the most outrageous news I have read today. Come on! How can you strip on a funeral? It should be one of those rituals that should take the dead’s soul closer to God, or at least this happens in my religion. Strippers? I wonder what music they listen to on these funerals. Should it be “You can leave your coffin on”? Or maybe some Sentenced songs like: Digging the grave, or Killing me, Killing you? It’s incredible what people can do to increase the audience of a funeral.

“The once-common events are held to boost the number of mourners, as large crowds are seen as a mark of honour.“ Who’s honour? People go there to see the strippers, free show. This is like that news I read some time ago about the discounts the german unemployed got for their night visit to the prostitutes. I use to like traditions, they bring that special something to a country, but this seems a little bit exagerated to me.

And this is not all… Now we seem to have only 8 planets. Pluto loses status as a planet. So, everything we have learned at school is lost, it’s not the same. I wonder how this will affect astrology and all the other sciences. It’s strange to see that what you knew for all your life is wrong. What will be next: Terra is a Caprabo bag and humans are some evaluated hairy worm? What can we expect now? Everything is changing, war is all around and planets are not planets anymore. I support the advance of the science and tecnology but don’t confuse us!

And a very good one, quite impressive. They don’t prohibit games like Counter Strike, they show violence on TV all day long, and more than that they show almost naked poor girls that don’t have enough money for a skirt so they think that a scarf will do it, so they show up on TV with the scarf instead of the skirt. Don’t kids see that? Of course they do, but still, that is not bad. What is really bad, in their opinion, is that Tom smokes so… Smoke’s no joke for Tom and Jerry. And this is a solution to a problem. Congratulations! You’ve done a great job, but not the job you should do.

So, this is the world we live in. Welcome to the jungle. I’m changing vines!

So, sometimes I would like to ignore you, or forgive, or whatever. I give up. I can’t stand anymore! Why can’t you do things right from the beginning? Why do we have to do your stuff and still, you’re the best. Not fair. You like tomatoes? Eat them yourself, you know? Or what? Don’t you like them natural? I don’t understand. I really hate your italian with chinese influence spanish, it pisses me off.

So you come to me and tell me your stuff? Breaking news: I don’t care. I never did. I don’t tell you what I did last night, I don’t tell you my life, so STOP!

I wish you found one day the answer to your question: “Why don’t they like me?”. It’s not their fault, you should admit your errors from time to time and they will start at least looking at you. Think about what you do and then stop wondering.

Grow up! I guess this would be a good time to do it! You don’t need it? Fine! Walk away!

Have you ever seen a really bad movie? But, really really bad that it makes you turn off TV for two days? Hmmm, you might have seen Dracula 3000 which is the most threatening competitor of the movie I will talk about.

We were relaxing after having lunch on Sunday, watching TV. We decided to see a movie, any movie but in the end it resulted to be a bad decision. The typical story, man and woman getting married, moving to a new house next to some crazy neighbours with strange habits. Man has to leave town, woman home alone. The guy next door has a serial killer face and poor lonely woman gets scared. Ok, all normal, but, if she gets scared why doesn’t she run when she has to run, why doesn’t she hide when she has to hide, why does she still call the police officer who’s the best friend of the killer to share with him the new suspicions? It’s quite strange to understand, but the quality of the movie left it quite clear: because it’s an awful movie. I understand that you stay still when there’s nothing else to do, that would take us closer to a good movie, but why did she still go out at night when the neighbour was around? Hard to get, or maybe I cannot get it.

The first thing I did after seeing the movie (yes, I saw it all and I’m not proud of it) was enter IMDB and make a better world: give a 1 score to the movie.

And they say that it’s a movie inspired from Hitchcock’s Rear Window. Yeah, right. And my mother is Ultravioleta! Or maybe the scriptwriter didn’t see Hitchcock’s movie (or any other movie). So, get real, even the videos on Youtube are better.

Don’t watch the movie, it’s just like listening to “tz tz” music. It seems to come in a promotional package with hernia included. Get real, bifidus would be better. Let’s all vote for bifidus movies! Protect your health!

Today I woke up with a strange feeling: I miss Bucharest. It’s strange I know, but while we were in the train to Barcelona I remebered all those things about Bucharest that I liked. Everyone knows that when I was living in Bucharest I hated it, I always said that it was not a place that I could call home. I cannot call Bucharest home now either, but still. There are some little things that I miss:

- I miss Pipera. Strange huh? But I really miss it. Maybe it’s because the last two years of my life are related to BitDefender: in BitDefender I made friends, real friends, those friends that will always be friends, in BitDefender I have learned lots of things about work, about life, about everything, and in BitDefender I met Bru . I miss Pipera, I miss the nights when we ran out of cigarettes and we called a cab to go buy some and some food for everybody, I miss coming to work, seeing lots of dogs and getting scared (like this time: see the full story).

- I miss the train station. Yes, I do. I miss all the people coming and going to nowhere, excited, sad. I miss the kiosks, I used to buy a newspaper and look for comics every time I went there. Maybe I like trains, maybe I like the feeling that the train gives me, maybe it’s the station, but what is true is that I didn’t find that here yet. Still searching.

- I miss Plaza, the shopping center that I used to visit so often that I came to take it for my home. I’ve spent lots of moments there, and I have lots of memories, some are good, some are sad, some are just funny.

- I miss the food. The spanish food is also good but I didn’t learn to cook yet, so I’m still eating pizza, eggs and fries. The first thing I will do when I get to Bucharest will be go to “La Mama” and eat, after I see Alina, Cornelia, Laura and Sabina (alphabetic order ) and then on Sunday I’ll go to KFC. (don’t envy me, I’ll bring you the garlic sauce).

- I miss being able to buy cigarretes even at 2 AM. Here in Spain it’s quite difficult, not to say impossible to buy cigarretes at that hour or on Sunday.

- I miss so many things but there are more things that I don’t miss: traffic, aggressive drunk people, shop assistants and their arrogant looks, and the list is longer, but this is not the place for it.

On Saturday I’m flying to Bucharest, to see all I’ve missed and all that I didn’t. I’ll tell the next chapter of the story from there.

Well, I have no words. As I said before I will write a post about how I installed Mac OS X on my desktop PC. If you’re interested, you can take a look at OSx86 website.

Yes, we are the guys on the photo.

The wallpaper is from a guy called thomasgraphic, I found it on deviantart.