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ROOM 256.AUTOBIOGRAPHY

elisseiatesen — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 18:42:19 +0000

…the 256^th page of thoughts, the 256^th leaf of my own history, the 256^th hope for the better, the 256^th commitment, the 256^th page of a gifted notebook, in which more than 256 ideas are written in the same number of colors…

256 steps this morning- 200 of them straight to the wardrobe, 50- to the first pen found at my asleep colleague, six trials to make something else. 256 disappointed neurons, six of them die because the pen has run out of ink, and there are another 50- each of them having 90 trials to make synapses; 200 types of feelings, six waves of negative energy, 50 frequency lines of positivism.

200+50+6 memories about old friends, old habits and places that I liked. 50 cumbersome situations of getting out of trouble, 6 people around me who influence my usual thoughts, and 200 diagnostics of chronicle ill. 6 doctors, 50 nurse practitioners and 200 other people encouraging me to heal myself. 2 alternatives, 0 possibilities to take 5 of them, the 256^th medical advice I ignore.

256 occasions to say “I love you” to six cats, 50 dogs, and no more than 200 men who had less than 56 years. There are about 250 great events in my life which made me six time happier than I usually were…50 streets left without pavement, on which you find more than 206 grids without lids, more than 250 people walking rapidly along the street, 6 of them staring at the others; 50 couples with 200% confidence that their child would not look like their neighbors’, and 6 ugly neighbors. 256 people who ask for a bigger payment, from which six are the direct benefiters, 50 get 30% from the increased remuneration, and another 200 get starved. On the other hand, 250 par lamenters trying to make six sustainable laws…56 “successful” legislative projects, with 200 missing votes. 256 TV shows, analyzing 56% of the total number of global environment issues…2 solutions, 0 attempts to implement them, and 0 trials to take advantage of the help provided by the others.

2 ways toward development, with 5 possibilities of “walking down and six of “walking up”=(equal)=256 opportunities of finding efficient and powerful solutions to our problems.

Finally, the 256^th idea of my autobiography: ROOM 256. Two hundred steps till reception, 50 trials to tell the guardian that six mirrors are broken, 20 waitresses are hidden under the bed, and 0 have no clothes; 25 pieces of toilet paper found in the oven, 6 lights are burnt,

[And a neon].

fake writing

elisseiatesen — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 14:02:18 +0000

…we write about weather, people, trends, make up. we write about the next president, about funerals and expensive houses. and we hardly write about feelings. about a new stage in our life… we- meaning the whole crowd of streetwalkers, maniacs, lovers, thieves, engineers, educators or priests-have no idea of what truth is. we write about what we see, mainly about what is outside us, and we rarely convey the inside. we write because our friend writes too, we read because our neighbor also does it. but when will this be a part of our past habits? we think this will never happen, because WE just like the way we are, the way people see us.[and we never admit this is in fact fake writing]

who trusts who?

elisseiatesen — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:11:10 +0000

i don’t believe in love and i don’t like to be there when it happens. i’m jelous when i see people in loved, but i know that they know something that i don’t. today each part of myself has it’s own thought. today- i am decided to buy myself an airplane, and to go wherever i feel secure.sometimes, somehere, someday, people will know that their wish is everthing, because i will tell them that inside my airplane there is a big box with many hopes.and wishes.and goals that have to be accomplished.i’m still here, but i cannot see my airplane.i see the clouds, and the sky, and the rain.i see myself above, with my mind, inside myself.and i miss true happiness. today- men have to admit being too far from reality, all making the same thing, in the same moment, but in different places.i don’t believe in trust and i don’t like to be there when it unfolds.i’m jelous when i see people trusting each other, because they don’t realize they know something that i don’t…

[they miss you]

elisseiatesen — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:42:13 +0000

[..]no worth, no day no nothing.is that the worLd we wanted to create? the planets are moving around , and we feel we don’t have any movement.tHe universe is dry, but we start gazing at imaginary stars, and individuals from other planets…it might seem nonsensE, but it’s really the place thEy wanTed us to live.somwhere above or beyond;the everyday experience makes us dreAm, cause’ this stands in our nature.Our condition is the Same as their’s..We are littLe but Big in the same time, courageous, but lazy and laim, forced to action against something, forced to criticize and laugh.,[and again is thiS the world We wanted to crEate?]..who are they? yoU don’t even want to know, cause’ you’ll be distressed into avoiding them…they are Us, but not us simultaneously>thEy have fearS but Wills and wishes.The only tHing that makes the difference could be their conscience, which has its rootS into their awarness of self-strength.it might be scaring..in fact it isn’t.it is just a maTter of time Till They get to uS.don’t sleeP, because it’ time they came.you’re thE onE…

the y Miss yoU…

[the dream]

elisseiatesen — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:46:32 +0000

I’ll tell you that I miss you… I’ll tell you that all that happened was a beautiful dream, in which we all were heroes. The final countdown has begun a lot of time ago…now, we are just some actors on the scene of our existence. Memories unfold inside our mind, gradually, painfully, but nice. All we did to arrive here was to dream, because there are people who see things the way there are, and they ask why, and there are people who dream about things that never happened, and they ask why not. and where is the end?

[tomorrow this day will also be just a memory.the wind of change]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbQM0XrBdjQ

stai bine pe cascaval?

elisseiatesen — Fri, 02 May 2008 17:32:04 +0000

L-amIntrebatDacaSeimpacaCuBranzasiMi-aSpusCaEsteCeaMaiBunaPrietenaAlui.

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“NuVaSuparatiavetiCumvaPastilePentruExpirarePrematura?FarmacistulRaspunde:

AvemUnIngredientSpecial,CareVaVaajutaBranzaSaDevinaCascaval.

MultumescDarDeobiceiNustauBinePeCascaval”

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elisseiatesen — Fri, 02 May 2008 08:24:13 +0000

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recensamantul bloggerilor:D

elisseiatesen — Fri, 02 May 2008 08:13:51 +0000



people want pillows
elisseiatesen — Thu, 01 May 2008 09:30:01 +0000


at a first  sight the  verb  ” to  sleep”  may  seem  simple and attractive . you  may  tell  me it is the  same at a second  sight, but  let’s analyze the meaning  of it. people  often  sleep…at  their job, in the bus , on the street , in their shoes, at  the  cinema, probably  in their  beds, in the bathroom…but  my  latest  updated  research proved that  people  sleep  most  often in the classroom. is this  bad  or  wrong?  is  this a trend in matter of  “body positions”?
i might admit there is a certain strategy  in sleeping  in the  classroom. this is strongly  connected with  one’s  sense  of    fainting  fit, responsibility and respect for  the teacher  from the front  of the class. the   secret does not remain  secret  for  much  time. the strategy  is  quietly  adopted and spread  to  all fellows, and  in this way, the  verb “to  sleep” becomes a  notoriety in matter  of  morphology.
those who  got  used to  sleeping in the class started  to  find  solutions to  improve  their  way  of  sleeping and  to  make it  more deep. they  discovered  that  pillow  is for  them ” a gadget”, something  that  they  could easily  hide  inside  their  desks. people  need pillows.
don’t ignore the love  for pillows, the new type of  tolerance, which  is  called ”  pillow tolerance”, and the  new  improved version  of  messenger: “BETA PILLOW MESSENGER”…i myself am  a  pillow lover:-> and i  could start  “4pilow campaign”, with  the slogan “love people, not pillows”.
background  information: ~~this  has been an outstanding  research  on the meaning  of the verb  to  sleep. all the information provided might cause several  diseases you  are  prone  to sleep  forever  if  you  put into  practice the  things you have just  found  out:-SS
       


les petites  plaisirs de notre existence-sharing rocks
elisseiatesen — Thu, 01 May 2008 08:11:34 +0000

…once upon  a time, a man  found a  rock. he  did not realized how important  was that  rock for him until  one  day, when he got  out  with it in  his  pocket. all  his friends  were  astonished. they had  never seen  such  a  special  possession.  it was  seemingly clear that  the man  was reach, but  he  did not  admit  being  so. he decided to  take advantage of  the  fact  of having  an  unique  rock:  he learned to  protect it, to  keep  it safe  in a secret place, and even tried to  sing for it.


now, the man  is old  enough  to share the rock  with  those around  him…



i  have  now decided to  share my  rocks with  you…the  one  that  keeps telling  me “you’re funny, but  not  enough  to make  me laugh”, the  one that  “googles”  for nothing, the one that stands  in front  of the  mirror, drowning  his sorrow in the depth of  the  image he sees. i  have  to tell  you  today  you’re  beautiful, i  love you, and  i respect you;  i  hate you , and  i  envy  you  for  what  you  did for others.
this is THE BOOK. and you are allowed to  listen my  story, to  participate in the  writing of  it.~~enjoy~~