tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860024510866005262023-11-16T19:13:27.587+02:00Dark and Lighter SidesIt's a blog about personal thoughts, about famous people, movies, games. I post when I have a message to transmit, or simply I feel like writing and I hope to tell you something interesting or at least different from what you have seen. You may find some good advice for your complicated life ^_^Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783557441856616873noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586002451086600526.post-44784203018731528892015-11-06T22:51:00.002+02:002015-11-06T22:51:11.361+02:00Asus Zenfone 2 Laser ZE500KLIn some countries you'll find this model with 8 mp on back camera, in others with 13 mp (which would be normal). The name is the same for every model out there. No letters or numbers to let us know the difference. That's a bad move, Asus, very bad! In other cases you'll find differences between the battery capacity: one version has 2080 mAh and another version 2400 mAh.<br />
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Poor those who got the version with 8 mp camera, and 2070 mAh battery life. People on youtube and the internet in general, love the version of 5.5" (ZE550KL). That's bad again, because I don't want a screen that looks like my 7" tablet. That's why tablets were invented. I don't have big hands, or face, and I'd like to hold a phone to my ears, not a tablet. 5" inches will always be enough for me. I can't make tests on this phone. Only if I buy it. And I would totally buy it. But I need to know that battery life is at least 4 hours of screen time. All I ask is 4 hours. In the past, my phone used to have those performances. Now I'm lucky if I get almost 3 hours.<br />
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Why do you like so much big phones? They don't even fit in my pockets. I need a bag to carry the phone with me. I can't sit down with such a phone. At least, make something pliable, dear companies. I admit I like a big screen, but not on my phone. I don't carry my tablet every day. It would be hell if I did. I like the new notebooks 2 in 1, they are small and great. That is a real invention, not the phablets. I know there are many enthusiasts for phablets, and I respect you guys, I just want my part of this Android world, with phones that are 5" maximum.<br />
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I'm not saying I'd ever give up Laser's screen for Sony Z1 Compact screen of 4.3", but for the battery life maybe I would. The rest is debatable. I expect great performances from a phone. I need to play games, listen to music, chat on social networks, talk on the phone, write messages, stare at my screen (I like staring at any touchscreen, I know it's almost a disease). And I need that all these actions keep my phone up for a day. I'm not asking for two days (what I would get if I'd buy a Sony device), I am just asking for a day of full usage by a maniac. I am not saying I'll stay 10 hours on the phone. 4 hours are enough.<br />
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I am so crazy I am writing an article about a battery from a phone I never held in my hands. If you, reader, are in possession of such a phone, please go to Settings->Battery(or whatever that's called on your devie)->Screen and tell me how many hours of activity on the screen you got after a full day and how much battery left. Of course, provided you have 2070 mAh battery. Otherwise, thank you, but don't bother. I know the 5.5" is quite good on battery life and since in my country the 2400 mAh on the 5" inches model doesn't exist, I don't really need any benchmarks.<br />
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The processor, SnapDragon 410 sounds great. On Xperia M4 Aqua it heats the phone very much, but that's the only device that I found with such problems.<br />
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I need to find myself a new obsession as I know everything that's on the internet about this one, right? Well, here begins another story of mine, but that's for next time.Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783557441856616873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586002451086600526.post-48595842026998448732015-11-03T22:35:00.001+02:002015-11-03T22:36:17.416+02:00Smarphones: Lenovo, Asus, Samsung, Apple, Meizu, Sony!I am a total maniac this year about smartphones! Don't get me wrong, I own some sort of entry level phone with android 4.0, that can't handle 3d games well enough and hence the evolution of smartphones is going so fast, I need a new phone. I know this is totally different from what I usually write, but I need to write it somewhere or I will die eating smartphones (joking). I will become a zombie who will eat smartphones, not brains. So this is an article based on my obsessiveness about phones and a few tricks I picked along the way. I am hard consumer to please.<br />
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Let me start at the beginning. Apple. I don't like the Iphone. I know it's simple, elegant, does its job, but I need freedom, complexity and customization. Things the Iphone, no matter how sweet it is, can't give me.<br />
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Now I shall continue with Samsung. Except a few great models like S5, Note5, S6 (not edge, not + or edge+) the rest are just garbage. Samsung puts its lower devices at a high price, while other brands offer more at a lower price. The most known device I think it's the Core Prime. This phone would've tempted me if it would've had IPS screen (I can't really hope for Amoled). But the Core Prime, except for it's like-always-Samsung-design (which I don't fancy - all their devices look with round edges or like blocks - ouch that was harsh for the Samsung fans) doesn't have anything new to bring to the market.<br />
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Now I am going to make a big parenthesis and ask you: have you ever heard of Meizu? I am sincerely afraid to touch one of these (of course, if you are living in China I think it would be a great phone). I love Google Play. Google Play is my life. What if I buy a Meizu device and I'll have problems activating Google Play? I know there are many tutorials out there explaining everything, but I am not a big fan of change (although Android Marshmallow looks fantastic).<br />
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I wanted to buy Amazon Fire Phone. It was on sale on some stores and it absolutely felt perfect. But then again, not Google Play compatible (although you can install it without rooting the phone). It's not worth my time. I hope that those of you who have these problems solved them with ease.<br />
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Now I am hunting Asus Zenfone 2 and Laser. The versions with 5.5 inches seem too big for me. And the 5 inches versions don't have the same performances: a slower processor, less rom. It's quite frustrating. The battery on Laser it's not that good compared to Lenovo P70 or Sony Xperia Z1 Compact. Asus excels in computers and I appreciate this company for it. Also, the latest terminals will receive updates to Android 6.0.<br />
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I need a phone with the specifications of many devices combined. For example I'd pick the 400 mAh battery from Lenovo P70, combine it with a high resolution of at least 300 dpi on an IPS screen or Amoled (even better), put an octa-core processor of 2.2 Ghz SnapDragon 812 (the latest, I think), put 3GB of RAM, 32gb flash storage (16gb is acceptable too) and make it 5 inches, at dimensions of 135 x 80 x 10 (thickness can vary - I just put a random number, but I wouldn't mind if it would be thicker than 1 cm).<br />
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More detailed view on some of these models will soon be posted (as I am a zombie who eats phones for dinner). As you have noticed I didn't say anything about WindowsPhone or Blackberry. I respect Blackberry for it's qwerty keyboards and innovative design, but it's not a choice for my needs. WindowsPhone is just... how do I put this so I won't offend it? Well, you get the idea.<br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">Have you ever been in love with the devil? Even if he looks just like a normal boy with the face of an angel, we all know when the devil has taken control over our lives. "In love with Lucifer" is a horror romance story I'm writing on a website called wattpad.com. I want to make a summary of the story here, because this is very important for me. </span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af;">The main characters are Helen Whitakers, Lucifer(how could he not be here?) and Melissa Oakley - Helen's friend. That's until now. In the future I may add some more.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">Helen is a highschool girl who never fell in love. She likes boys, but just not enough. One day she dreams of a handsome man that rescues her. When she looks at his face she discovers he is as beautiful as evil one can be. She's not sure if he's an angel or a demon, but he tells her he is her angel actually. She doesn't want to believe, but when she wakes up from this dream she is confused and starts searching information about the devil. Soon they will meet again, in reality this time. He says he is trying to save her (at a party), but in her mind only damage has been done. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">Helen's family is not an ordinary family. They also have a lot to hide. Her father will give her a clue on the things, but that raises just more questions than answers in Helen's mind. Lucifer wants her, she claims she hates him and for some time her life is going in the difficult ways because of her connections with the devil. She will find out about a group "The Fallen" who want revenge against Lucifer, and of course, against her. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af;">This story takes place on Earth, Hell, Heaven and a supposed Paradise. You will find out more on the on-going chapters. I am currently at Chapter 4: Insidious Places . If you want to be updated with the new chapters that are coming you can follow me on twitter: @blachshadowangel. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There were two times I talked about today. Once it happened when I felt free and I knew I could go on wherever I wanted. It was time to take another decision. And some time later I did. And it was the good decision. And the second time, it's today and maybe the only time because this is the present. I'm not sure if I want to be free again or if I don't feel it, but I know I don't want to miss things. I don't want to be that person who regrets not doing what I want.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">You know when you have that feeling that you have to do something really big. When the moment calls you and only you. I may confuse you right now, but you have to admit there are so many great moments there when words are beyond understanding. They are so unnecessary that by talking you are ruining your own dream. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">It happens sometimes to find happiness. And it happens then to find difficulty. But "in the middle of difficulty lies opportunity" (Albert Einstein); I know he's a physician and mathematician and you probably hate both subjects, but he was right. When you are alone and sad you wake up in the morning you never expected and receive a big opportunity. There are various situations which differ and I'm sure most of you say I'm not right, but someday you will see what I see almost everyday: light besides the shadows.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Words are necessary though and when discovering a person they are beyond everything else. Sometimes one word explains it all: the love, the pain, the suffering, the rain, the sun, the happiness, the lies, the truth, the sacrifices, the cowardliness... And I put your words before everything else. It's a difficult task, but I suppose you are ready for it.</span></span>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783557441856616873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586002451086600526.post-9851928768832364132013-08-23T16:06:00.003+03:002013-08-23T16:09:03.857+03:00Come back<span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Writing has been all I had since the moment I grew up enough to know the world that I was living in. I have abandoned this blog, not because I hadn't visitors, but because I never felt the connection with them. What has made me come back is actually a dream, a dream I had a long time ago and I want to live it, finally.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This time I promise I will not leave for so many months because I have a lot on my mind to share with you and I will continue to do so.</span></span>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783557441856616873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586002451086600526.post-64828026077728396852012-09-26T23:07:00.001+03:002012-09-26T23:07:58.028+03:00A memory<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sooo... I've been hugging my kitchen's doors and fridge for a long time now. I'm a totally fridge huger! Well, it gets in my way. I'm the one walking straight here! Show some respect fridge and doors!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ok, I know this has been tough for everyone, but a little hug/crash into objects can do good. I mean it! Don't need to laugh, but you see it's like talking to a friend and hugging him. You hug your friends, right? So why not hug the fridge, that provides food, which is super important? Why not hug the doors that feel alone when you're not eating in the kitchen... I'm joking here, by the way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The point is, don't hug things or if you do, don't brag about it like I'm doing here. It's just that it has been a long time since I haven't been writing on the blog, and I have some stuff to tell, but I don't know how. When I'm away from the computer I have these amazing ideas and when I finally get home, I forget how I want to say them...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am listening to evidence of the dead to fill the empty holes in my heart. They say to stop, to live the life I have and they lost and then they send unclear messages for me to try to understand and after I achieve my creepy goal, they stare into my mind directly like a disease that never leaves. I love the shadows, I love the feeling that makes me think I'm not alone in my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Of course I didn't get to do everything I planned, but at least I'm free now. I can do whatever I want. It's not like I have something in mind, actually I gave up some of my plans. Not worth it :)) I guess we all find ourselves in the position to realize something's not worth fighting for. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not about a TV series, not about music, not about my or your heart, but a documentary (or book, whatever version you prefer). Yeap, the biggest and the greatest documentary of all: The Secret.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I said once that it doesn't work, that I don't understand it. Actually, it was just a matter of time. When you're waiting for a wonder, it's always about time. And as many say: time doesn't forgive. It may forget in my opinion, but it never forgives. The moment you lost, is lost forever, as long as you're dead.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yeah, I'm being sarcastic here. Everything you want you can get it, but you have to really want it and be sure about your dream. I am the pessimistic type, I have to admit, and I have been for a long time. But I cannot disagree with my power of will. I mean it. To stand up after every time you fall you need to be willing to start over again. To do that you need power, a lot of it. It's best if it comes from the inside, but outside reasons are good too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know it's kind of old, but I love this song. It reminds me of things that are ending or already ended, of things that I need to run from or other that I want to run to...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It reminds me of all the people that I want to kick out of my life and of all the trouble that we go to make new friends, to keep friendships and to end them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was I time I tried to put a smile on my face nonstop, but finally my wall is down. One cannot pretend for the rest of his life. I am not made of steel. I don't regret what happened, I regret what didn't happen, I regret the opportunities I had to save people... to save me. I regret I lost a friend. I regret I lost maybe more... Lovers come and go, but friends are made to be there forever. Looks like not anymore...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To begin a relationship is hard. You over-think about the first "I love you", sometimes the other person says it too early and you're like "I only love myself", you're afraid you'll get bored. Anyway, after you got over these little actions, there comes the hard part. Let's say you have a few weeks, and things start to get serious. You're afraid it's just in your mind and you become confused. Or what if you can't live without that person anymore? That's scary. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know you're going to try now the idea because I told you it works (for me it worked almost every time - tried 3 times, 2 times worked till now) and it was a mistake. Thank you third guy because you didn't let me get to know you, so you'll be a nice memory forever. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, people are saying that if you love someone you don't know much, it's not love. Trust me, it's love. It can be love because you imagine your guy/girl perfect and you make a lot of imaginary situations in your head and every time you're thrilled to the core, and that my friend is a beautiful feeling that no one, but reality, wants to break. So, thank you, boy for not letting me fall from my snow globe. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you may have noticed it seems like I share your commitment issues. I'm afraid I do. It's not because I can't keep a long relationship, I'm not too confident in love because I really haven't met the right person. I guess I'm afraid that I'll ever find it (yeah, "it" because it takes a lot of effort to materialize into "him").</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">2012 it's been a hell of a year! I know it's not over yet, we're only in August, but how many things could happen till now...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">This year it's been "the end" for many of us, and I'm not talking here about death literally, I'm talking about failed relationships, friends lost, changes in people, changes in everything I guess. The best part is that is not over! I wanted this year to be peaceful and it was quite the opposite. Now, I think I'm prepared for the rest of it, but who knows what's about to come.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">I want to thank all the people that didn't let me to know them. You have no idea what great favor you did.You know that feeling when you want to spend your time with someone (friend or future lover) and that person doesn't seem to share your interest and tries to get away from your life. Well, that is a real friend. Like this you can't say anything wrong about her, only the fact that she didn't let you in her life, but trust me, one day you'll see it's for the best. I discovered people this year, and I discovered them in a way I wish it never was, but when people choose to change, they usually go for the current trend. And it's trendy to make new friends and forget about the past ones, it's cool to lie.. to whatever. It's cool to be fake. Yeah, I guess that's the word people are embracing today: fake.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">The unspoken words are called "unspoken" not because they are some sort of dangerous secret, but because when we find out the reality about someone, it's like... unexpected and it leaves you speechless. The truth does that sometimes, especially if tasted after years. It's like wine, as it gets older, it has a more of an impact on you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">You might be asking why I am talking in so many metaphors. But there are some things, that you can't say out loud without trying to make the situation sound better. It doesn't have to be so bad that you're disappointed in people, that the need to meet new people it's actually because the ones you knew are like rotten apples now (and yeah, this was pretty harsh).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Where is the candle that never stops burning? Where is the image of the future you, the you that has won the battle? Let me answer this question. He's in the future. Yeah, may sound foolish, but you are living now. Actually you are avoiding living now. This moment is the one that you're missing. How can you move further if you're stuck on today? Today will become yesterday. And so many yesterdays that follow you that make you live either in the past, either in the future. Where is your present?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You know what's the most impossible wish? To have never been born, this is the definition of the impossible. The rest are details. </span>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783557441856616873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586002451086600526.post-34905467483227200192012-07-21T20:15:00.002+03:002012-07-21T20:15:30.875+03:00After one liter of Coke xD<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let's begins with those who talk nonsense (I know I can write a whole novel about this subject, so I'll only be covering a little of it). For example, I was coming home today, and a neighbor was talking with my grandma. I knew it was better if I avoided them, but that's life. Well, my neighbor started talking about how careful I need to be in life, to learn, to find a <i>husband, </i>and from here begins the drama. He said that my grandma should find me a husband, a good one of course. God, I so hate this discussions. I said "good day" and I left. Normally, that's called rudeness. I call it "avoiding stupid conversations".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today I discovered I had a song (which unfortunately I can't share because it's in Romanian) with these very interesting lyrics. It tells a story that's funny and unnecessary; very similar to one of mine. But you know that moment when destiny follows you, and when the ironic situations reappear when you least expect them. Although I don't believe in destiny: one makes his own road, sometimes things happen that trigger different emotions like: ironic laughter, sarcasm, pain, memories (worst ones), drama and of course the "I told you so" phrase (my favorite one, followed by some mad laughter).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do you know how it's like when no one understands you? Well, they don't need to. It's enough if you understand yourself. I mean you know best why you did something and what for. You know your goal, where you want to get to. Yeah, it's hard, but that the price for being unique (but try not to fall into the superficial act).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everyone is responsible for their actions. You are what you think. So, if your happiness is another person, and that person refuses to take that role, you have no right to blame her for your unhappiness. You have the right to say what you like, what you don't want but without stepping on someone else's free will. I thought that I was guilty for their actions. I thought I was guilty for leaving from their lives. I thought I was guilty for ending the story. But no! They are the only ones to blame for all the stubbornness in their head, for not fighting. They all say they love life, but they don't do anything to make things better.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, beginning with tonight, I am not guilty for your depressions, for your choices, for your "never do anything and go with the flow". I hope you won't drown too much in your own heart, and I hope I won't be there if that happens, because my mood of "I care" might want to jump and save you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is my first sad post in a long time, but I guess all of you know how is it to know someone for a very long time and that person suddenly changes. Actually, not suddenly... it's just that you don't want to see it, you want to think the best of your friend. I guess everyone goes on their destiny... and some destinies aren't close. No matter the years, no matter the memories things end. You may be thinking about a past lover, but no, I'm talking about pure friendship, if some of you still know how that feels...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In my life I don't know if it happened to love 2 guys at the same time and at the same intensity (that's what we're talking about). But if I did that, I guess it would be horrible. I know for sure they would be different persons, they would be both funny and smart and would have something that attracts me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">An old saying (Johnny Depp) tells you that you should choose the second one, because if you truly loved the first one you wouldn't fall for the second guy/girl. But, we all know things aren't so simple. It's out of my reach to understand such a situation, but it's possible that you don't love any of them, and your heart is just messing around. I can't say choose that person, or the other one. In your heart I think you know if you're ready to choose one of them, if you can begin a sincere relationship, or if you want things to stay like this.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Love is a complicated phenomenon and it's hard to predict who's worth it or not. The only solution could be, if you really don't know who to choose, to take some stupid test about this situation of yours. You'll already know what answer you're expecting, so I guess that should be your choice. Here everything is unpredictable and that's the fun of it. Good luck, my friend, on whomever you choose ^_^</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, I don't know what problems do you have, but the story made me realize that it doesn't matter how you look, how old are you or where do you come from. What matters is how you let people talk to you. If you have low self-esteem you tend to accept when people tell you that you're not good enough. That, I think, is the worst someone can do: believe that they can't. There are a lot of talented people who don't know their value. There a lot of normal people who think they don't deserve this, that. Well, let me tell you: you don't need to lie to be perfect. You ought to do the things you feel, and if you fancy something, you have a person that inspires you, well let that inspiration make you feel good. You don't need to become someone else. I'm sure your friends are happy with yourself. It's you who's got to accept that this is your life and if you want to fight for it, then do it. What are you waiting for?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don't have low self-esteem, I got over that problem a long time ago. Not that I was imperfect ever, it's just that I couldn't see the perfection in me. Everyone has that in their own unique way. You know well that beauty is seen differently in different eyes. So is perfection. Everybody keeps saying that first you need to love yourself. Let me tell you something. Yeah, you can have a boyfriend/girlfriend, a perfect life but if you don't love yourself, if you don't respect yourself, all of these are a lie and sooner or later everything in which you don't believe will go away. I want to share an experience of mine, but I don't want to let anyone to know who I'm talking about (anyway you can't because... well because you can't, I'm not giving any clues). I just can tell you that once I met someone (unfortunately a lot of people like this) and this person didn't love herself. She was beautiful and talented but she needed someone to tell her that. Of course, we all need to be praised from time to time, but to achieve something you actually need to believe in yourself. Well, this friend of mine had so much opportunities, and luck, and God, her life was perfect! And she couldn't see it. My friends always said they want to be in her place, and I wanted to for a time, I got to admit. But she didn't knew her value, so all her talents and her beauty faded away. I'm not saying she's some "crazy bitch" right now, I'm just saying when you see her you see just gray. Just like a shadow that wanders and can't be taken to her real value. I couldn't do anything to make her realize she's worth a lot more than she's thinking, but I guess some people don't want to be saved. She didn't have ambition, not even a bit, that was her biggest flaw. But, you, everyone has it, because is the main law of survival: you keep fighting because you want to get to a point: personal satisfaction. The ones who don't want to fight for themselves are a little weird... in the bad weird way, not funny. I mean, who can be pleased with their unpleasant life? If it doesn't make you feel good, you want to change it, right?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Being always happy is a hard thing to do, trying to keep going - the same, but what matters is that you're feeling good, and when you're down there is always a song that makes you feel better, always a friend to make a silly face or tell a funny joke (if you have any sense of humor, which I hope you have). The point is, there is always a way, you just have to follow it. And yeah, it's going to be hard sometimes, and you'll need help from friends, computer, games, music, life itself, but it's going to be worth it. You'll get to a point where you are pleased with yourself, with people around you and then, you'll set your next goal. And we all know how good it feels to have achieved something. Always keep in mind that what you want matters, and if others tell you can't do it, it's because they would be afraid to do it in your place. And if they are experts in that area they're afraid you'll be better.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today I learnt that experience has to be shared. I met a one of the million people that want to change the world, but to do that money is needed. And a lot of it if you want to do something good. Of course, there are situations and situations.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We all began a lot of things and we never finished them. For some of them we didn't even had the courage to make the first step. You don't need to see the whole stairs. Now I know that, and what matters is that life doesn't go backwards. If you want to do something about the past change your present. Don't think too much in the future because that is also losing yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm finally done with all the exams, and I am sad. I am sad because a whole novel has ended. Another will begin shortly, but right now I'm not ready. I need to relive some of the past events, the ones that made me happy. I want to remember all the friendships, all the gossip, all the adventures. It feels now that all moments when I felt down had so simple solutions. Everything was just a story that I had the chance to write it at my own will, and yet I didn't see anything in front of me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today I learnt a chapter of your life isn't over until you're disconnected from all the things that binds you to it. When it's time you're not afraid anymore, and you go on your own road, and looking back makes you feel proud that you achieved something and at same time it makes you sad because those moments are unique, they are not coming back.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The worst feeling that one can get is to believe he/she is happy without his last love or any love, but I said <br />last" because well you've just forgotten it, whichever that is.. And I say "worst thing" because having such power at hand means never falling in love again. And not because you're hurt, but because you realize you're better off without anyone by your side. Of course, you have a gf/bf for a time, but you'll never love her/him, you finally have the world at your feet and that is devastating, my friend.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They have some great ideas no matter if you choose or not to listen to the voices... It's not the first time you hear this and definitely not the last.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes they tell you to forget about consequences, to live for your dream, to do crazy things for your crush, to simply be happy or they tell you to kill yourself, to stand up to the worst expectations. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No matter the massage, the voices always say interesting things. Sometimes they see right through the lies of all the people you believe in. Sometimes, they tend to be too melodramatic There are days when they scream to get your attention and days when you smile for no reason to be sure the world didn't hear them. Sometimes they represent the truth in your heart, sometimes they lie even to you to protect you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some people say: "You can lie to everyone, but yourself." - well this is a lie too. You can lie to yourself. You are trying to make a more beautiful day by saying how good things work in your life, and for a few hours if you get lucky, you actually believe this. But, at night, when you're alone you wake up from the lies. No one needs to convince you for something, but if the voices say: "fight for your dream" you better do something now that you have help. The best part of all is that is coming from the inside and may keep you going on, but you need to have some faith in your voices.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As long as they're funny and they keep you interested in a subject (usually it's one that you want to avoid but that's life) you should do something, not just sit back and listen to the voices or complain about them. And I remember how they push me when I like someone: "come on, do something... say hi, say out loud his name, say a joke, come on" and I remember how hard I try to ignore them :)) and the more I ignored them the louder they would speak, so today I'm just accepting everything. Finally, they shut up for a while. I guess they don't have anything to say for now, but I'm not going to make a big fuss about this because they can start talking any minute...</span><br />
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