Undisclosed Desires

Oh, how I yearn to lay down on my perfect mattress, black bedspread over it. No pillow. It’s useless anyway.

I feel your thighs as you sit down upon me. You’re warm and sweet, like dear May. You gently touch my neck. Your hands are ice cold. They make my skin tighten, sending shivers into my very core. I struggle to contain them, to no avail.

Your nails peel off bits of me as you start moving your hands. Slowly and firmly.
I take a deep breath and sigh with pleasure of the like that only a special few get to feel.

You squeeze hard! Letting loose only to squeeze again. And again. Until you decide to move, and give me a good yank as your hands come tangled in my hair.
I get warmer, catching fire and bursting into flames. You’re caught in the inferno, but you love it. You go harder.

We keep going for as long as you can last. The end is, as always, abrupt and intense for you, relieving for me. Then, you roll off, laying down next to my smiling face. I could be very well asleep right now, but I choose to savor every sensation instead. I thank you.

Yes, that is how much I need a massage! Not from anyone, though. I only want you.

Posted on the 6th of December, 2009 | 6 Intelligent Comments

Tools for Spreading the Word

I’m talking about the buttons that read ‘save to delicious’ or ‘digg this’ or ‘stumble this’

People who don’t frequently tweet or save to delicious won’t start because of a huge button on your website. The ones that do, already have their own tools and MO for doing so.

The services that don’t provide cool bookmarklets or API’s or tools are the ones that benefit from those buttons. People appreciate the time saved, but are those services really worth the real estate their buttons take up? I mean, have you ever used Fark?

Why not make your site cleaner? Those buttons are almost always hideous, save for some very few, but very cool, designs. Plus, they steal attention from your own call to action buttons. Like ‘comment’ or ‘buy’

People who don’t use twitter or facebook or digg or delicious or what have you are simply nauseated by the constant ‘Tweet This’ call out they see on sites. Wouldn’t you be?

Posted on the 4th of December, 2009 | Comments Off

Take to the streets

Fuck with the stupid or hard-nosed and that’s what you get. People in the streets.

And on the day that was deemed our National Day because of the blood of those who took to the streets twenty years ago. People that faced the tanks and firing squads.

People that climbed to that faithful Opera house balcony and chanted with glee: “we are free!”

Angst, fear, uncertitude and stupidly strong convictions filled that square today. For a much lesser cause. For a dirty purpose, any way you look at it.

Some dirtied the memory of our heroes, some betrayed our trust, some proved once more that they are toads.

Right now, I’m enjoying my freedom, having a nice dark beer in the Irish pub.
Happy Birthday, Romania! To the rest of you assholes, Fuck You!

Posted on the 1st of December, 2009 | 19 Extraordinary Comments

9 Years Ago, Today

For about 19 years, it’s been Romania’s National Day. It brings about great joy, awesome second class military parades and, best of all, a day off.

Funny thing how, in ’95, the First of December was deemed the international AIDS Day. Now, Romania gets to share its National Day with the second most deadly human engineered disease. Cool, eh?

It’s alway been a good funny topic in online chats with people from far away, or when filling up dead time, showing foreigners around. But then…

Nine years ago, to the day, I was diagnosed with diabetes. I always take a moment to remember the third-world state I was in before I sought help. It’s been a fun nine years, and it’s only getting better.

It’s nice because I can attach personal meaning to an otherwise impersonal day, making it matter more. And I think this is why some people like christmas more than easter, their namesake day more than their birthday or their brother’s birthday more than their mother’s.

It’s always been about adding meaning, personal meaning; right?

Posted on the 1st of December, 2009 | 7 Smart Comments

Loneliness is a Bitch

Remember Tom Anderson?

He is the co-founder of the dreaded myspace thingie, but there is more.
When someone signed up for an account on the social network, they would already have a friend: Tom. I guess it was supposed to be a way to make new users not feel awash on a deserted island after setting up their account.

Don’t buy into that!

Tom Anderson only wanted to be popular on a social network. Any social network.
Since he failed on all the others, he decided to build his own!
He now has around 270 million friends!

Yes, that is how lonely some people can get.

Posted on the 26th of November, 2009 | 7 Brilliant Comments

Cheating is

Cheating is whatever you are doing with someone else that you would not want your lover to see.

I just thought I’d remind you of what I just remembered.

Posted on the 24th of November, 2009 | 16 Mouth-watering Comments

Sheer Curiosity

I just cannot get this out of my head:

Every political campaign in this election is an anti-campaign. Everyone’s mocking, bashing, dissing the current president. Nobody’s making promises.

All the parties agreed upon a prime-minister to replace the current one. EVERYONE agreed without a fight! That is something you should never see in a democracy.

Nobody’s been able to tell me why they all have such hate. And I’ve been asking, you know?

The question is:
What the hell did this Basescu do to tick off every politician? Because if they’re so desperate to take him down, it means what he did is bad for them. Which means it’s good for us, the lay-men.

disclaimer: I don’t give a fuck about any of the candidates. I just find this funny.

Posted on the 20th of November, 2009 | 2 Coarse Comments

Passion

We are defined by our habits. It’s that simple.
I like to engage in a lot of activities. And, even though I tend to keep then disjoint, they all intertwine. Quite nicely at that. Still, I don’t do too much, too many, for too long, at least not more than the average bloke at twenty-three.

Whatever I do, though, I put my whole being into it. All of the passion and angst I can muster, all of the sweat, the tears, the blood.
When I play guitar, I do so with my whole body, and my mind just takes a nap, swept away by the gentle wave of warm reverberations. Sometimes, my hair flies off as my mind travels through all the mistakes I’ve made, as I bash the drop D string as hard and as fast as I can. Sometimes, I’ll just fiddle with a cool, eerie effect that Theo came up with for half an hour, just because I like how it tickles my nipples.

Yes, I sometimes code for 20 hours at a time. I just do that. Doesn’t matter if I get paid or not. If I feel I’m directing a symphony of brackets and semicolons, just let me enjoy the music, the scenery that my dark color scheme provides and let me worry about getting sleep or getting laid when I’m done. There’s always time for that.

I sometimes teach. Doesn’t matter how many attend my course. All I hope for is that someone will take home a little bit of the spark I carry with me. Just like I did, back in college from Cipri Crăciun, Adi Crăciun and Lucian Cucu. I sometimes get lost in the words and the running over from computer to computer, yes, but I do hope that you’ll get the drive to try to solve things. The rest will just follow.

When I bang, I dive in head-first. I do love your skin, your smell, your taste, your neck, your hips, your thighs. And it’s all about you and me. If I’m ready to curl up and melt down together with you, please don’t think you’re fat. Please don’t think I’d rather be with someone else, or somewhere else. You’d just be stupid.

At any point in time, there’s no other place I’d rather be. No other person I’d rather be seeing. No other thing I’d like to do. That would not make sense. You think I’m slaving away at work? No! I’m just doing my best to be better. You think I’m wasting time mowing the lawn? No! I’m just turning it into a sexy dance. You think I’ll always choose her over you? No! How come you got to tell me that over a pint of beer?

You think I’m itching to leave Romania? No! I just hope to learn how to make it better. Not it, but you.

I don’t care who you are, but if you’re reading this, you’ve seen me burn with passion at least once. Whether it was drinking, dancing, sexing, typing, running, laughing, losing, winning, hiking or even sleeping. Doesn’t matter.

Thank you.

Posted on the 15th of November, 2009 | 15 Sexy Comments