Concert Aftermath

I don't want to use any fancy words about the 22nd of December, I just want to thank everyone who came and saw us and helped for the cause. We reached our goal for Alexandra, and it was a huge help... Anyways, have a nice vacation and holidays, even I'm not that Christian or so, have a season of peace and music and universal harmony... Take care!

Koncert

Pénteken lesz újból koncertünk, mármint az együttesnek, fél hétkor kezdünk, s remélem két óráig le sem szállunk... ritkaság az ilyen Szebenben, azért hívok mindenkit, aki csak tud, jöjjön el... nem tudom, mikor lesz még ilyen, de mnah... itt a linkecske es... http://ethereal.go.ro ... kellemes magömlést addig is...

Magyar gólyabál Szebenben

Ritkán írok magyarul a blogomba, mert itt Szebenben sok a román haver, kevés a magyar haver, még kevesebb a szász vagy karalábé(avagy német)... A lényeg az, hogy az angol itt a közös nevező. Most viszont egy magyar buliról írok, mert most így jön... Nem tudom, milyen érzés lehet egy kolozsvári magyarnak egy ilyenfajta buli, amikor kb. 8 magyar gólya van, és próbálják a legjobbat ebből kihozni... A lényeg: Megtörtént, állítólag az eleje nem volt olyan rossz, mint máskor, sajnos ez le leve szalasztva, mert a próba a bandával az szent... Hogy itt ne vesződjön az idő, egyben volt ez gólyabál, gitárest és mikulásbuli, hogy senki ne sírjon... A gitáresten már ott voltam, aktívan részt is véve a szokásos két gitárra (és basszusgitárra hál' Istennek) írott tábortűz-zene típusú csordavokálozásra. Utána meg lett volna ugyebár a hatalmas ivászat, és a csajok megint megelőztek (ez itt fenomén Szebenben különben) a becsiccsenésre, meg másban is... biza a Vukkfalka nagyon hosszúra volt eresztve lányok körében... meg volt gázspré - akció is, nagyon izgi volt, pont akkor tomboltam lenn Billi Ájdölre, mikor kezdett a hatás tetőzni... nagyon folyékony buli volt (székelyül taknya - nyála egybefolyt mindenkinek)... és tudjuk is, hogy ki az... egyesek... Alapjában véve nem volt rossz... de hmm... kevesen vagyunk, s akkor is így nézünk ki... képek talán később lesznek itt...

Well...

... no comment. You like it? Good. You don't? Fuck Off!

All apologies

I know I have made many mistakes, and I know my issues that others so deeply despise... lack of punctuality(although when it's imperative, I am...), the inability to say no, and mostly NOT informing my friends, when I kind of... "disappear". Hereby I apologise for the incomfort cause to many friends, (not so many they are not), especially to me bandmates Alex, Sandu, Paulus and Roxi. I know it was inadequate but I am like this... I try to change it, and most of the time it works, but sometimes it just doesn't. Oh, and if any of you feel like this is a coward's act, this was just the "foreplay". It will follow by one in flesh- in real words that is - if it's not satisfactory. Good night... Sorry again...

No more...

It is likely you all have seen the post with the "ageless beauty that will never wane"... That was a mistake, and I apologise hereby for writing that. There is no such thing as beauty, just an accident of chaos for more drive... a piece that clouds our judgement and we think it is worth almost everything... Going in circles we fool our ourselves with tiny things, such as beauty and care and how we give in to these things... sure, we need it, just to remember it and move on... but no... we cherish that... it is actually a form of contrast to ye real things... so if you see more "nice" posts, it means they will be deleted; they are kept for these small moments, which will fade and back into the gloom that is called our life. Thanks and no thanks for these... Goodbye...

Birthday Aftermath

From the dark recesses of time, hello again! Since nobody missed me, this hello is for me...
Yes, on the 16th of November 'twas my birthday... Who knew, they let me know, who didn't... well now it's too late... That's why I did not post anything on my blog... Where were we? Oh yes, now I'm 26... pretty old, huh? It made me think about do I really want to be old? Is it fun after you passed like 35-40?Growing up depends on your social status? On what you do? On what you feel? On having somebody in your life or not? I spent my birthday very quietly, all to myself, nobody interfering in it, and it was very selfish, I know... all the right friends called, and that was it... A very good friend had the background help for my mood, so thanks there, and this is kind of it...

Compromise

Lately I had to change something at my band's website because of subjective reasons... Meaning some info I have written about our drummer had to be removed, for political correctness, for a favor on someone's image, ego, etc. That's why I am stating the facts here, on my blog, so nobody can mess with it:Yes, we had problems with our drummer, and the lack of his interest has damaged our band at some point, and his unwilling to sacrifice as much as we did for the sake of the band and more concerned about the image and the lack of communication has pushed us away from him... That's not a distortion of facts, we all know it... I removed that info because of a friend's request... even today I don't know who made the first step back. Oh and if you read this, well, it's not mandatory to read my blog, and yes I can censor the comments... but I won't.

Amazing night

On the 26th of august my band, our band, Ethereal played for the first time under this name. For me it was amazing. 18 songs, 90 minutes of magic which passed like 15... Thank you to all who has been there and has dreamt along with us, thanx for the organisers, and to me bandmates for being so crazy as me: Alex, Sandu(Grasu), Roxi, Gheba, and last but not least Kix(or Kicks... hehe)... And to those who have not been there, well, your loss mwouhhahahahahha... a special "thanks" goes to mr. Raoul... we all know why... as someone put it... " sa ma ia de coaie"... Hehehhe Til next time, yours truly

Flashback

Scouring among some pictures on ye drives I have found these old pictures... For the lot of you they mean nothing but these are the retinal imprints of my childhood how ever harsh it was... I can still smell the PVC and the scent of milk and empty shelves at the stores. We have become the orange generation... they were only available before christmas, and only if you "knew someone"... that's why oranges taste a bit nicer for us, children of the '80s... So... enjoy!

Tired

Tired of mind and all I think Tired of thirst and all that I drink Tired of will and all that I need Tired of body and all that I bleed Tired of breath and all that I breathe Tired of heart and all that I grieve Tired of sight and all that I see Tired of you and tired of me I'm lying broken under jagged pieces
Of burned out bridges Suffocating I can't breathe No direction I'm scattered in the breeze Living on memories Everywhere I look As far as I can see Broken promises, broken promises Pieces of me... I'm drowning, choking Falling deeper into this Black hole we call living And I can't breathe
No connection I scattered in the breeze Living on memories

My Love, My endless love

Tiny Vacation

... and so it came to pass that I attended a pro EU camp in Tusnád. Very nice, apart from certain persons, and the huge injection of politics in the whole matter... Yes, the hungarian socialists, although thoroughly subtile, have made their presence... true, very objectively, but you could feel it in the air... of course, that wasn't just the idea... but one thing... you could sense, the organising part wasn't exactly "european": severel staff members patroled in the camp, with a very authoritarian voice alomost commanding everyone to attend the meetings, or talk to Narkó Méla, because he's the friggin vice prime-minister... yeezus... and then one of them saying "we still have to teach the székely some european mentality"... Well not like this, ladies and gentlemen of the staff! Not like this! So up yours! It's a loong way before anyone gets us...

In closing some pictures here...

Phrase of the week

Kerülgeti, mint ateista macska a templom egerét.
(Goes in circles like the atheist cat around the church-mouse)

Why? Why the Filthy Undermined Chauvinist Kapanyél???

Why all you women complain and whine and get überfeministic about rude and pig-like guys, and blame them for being so peasantish and macho-like, when these are the men you'll get laid with? Why the fuck do you even comment on them? Why the bear's honey and strawberry-scented fartass all the gentleman-type of men are being put aside, having to feel miserable, when they want to offer as much as they can? Why are male-chauvinists so criticised when you women always put them on a priority list? Why do you call them pigs when you sleep with them? You like a pig's juicy fat suculent squirting sperm? Or the scent of a domestic two-legged boarpenis? Why the FUCK??? Maybe as a hint: because that's what you deserve! A hog's living and moving spongious dick in your rotten decaying fungus-filled vulvas!!! Except for that 0.0001 % of course... I really tried to accept it, but you just make it worse. I tried to be magnanamus and liberal, chivalrous, but no... Next time you make critics about men, take a look at yourselves in the mirror and think who you've been with! Because that's a great part of what you really are!

Join the Dark Side!

Changing weather, ex-gfs bugging you, stupid tourists bugging you, you won't gain weight, you get deceived without deceivers, betrayed without betrayers, beauty dies of beauty, love of love, the mirror waits for your face... and now not even Yahoo works! Join the dark side of Google talk and enter the disciple of the best arts of the internet! Take Yahoo's place on my side young Netwalker! Mwouhhahah...

Sequel of gloomy sunday

And my day continued to be a slip down towards the plains of despair... only a handful of friends stopping me from howling. 99,85% sure that our "drummer" will get kicked out, which leaves us again for finding new people on the same wavelength as we are, other part of our race seems to be annoying in every minute, so again getting mad and weird and funky and cranky... Aaaaargh!!!

So there we were again
Tragic and absurd
Choking on every line
And every final word

A few pages from an old diary
A dusty shelf, an unread history
All these words and memories
Are all of you that's really left for me

They remain, they remain
You still remain
All these words and memories
And everything you were to me
They remain, they remain
You still remain

The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

You don't have to preach
all the time

So this is how I feel right now...

Gloomy Sunday

I have to make some statements: I met some americans, who were nice though, not everyone is infecting Transsylvania, but most of them are... Here is one named Grace and a big hail to Canada! And to the two ladybug-tattoos! :D Otherwise, everything else sucks... deceit is on the order of the day, and my hungarian genes were bursting out all week! And painful as it once again was, it was for the sense of justice and integrity. Again females were blacklisted... and was/am listening to various versions of Gloomy Sunday. And there are new perspectives on the horizon, but failure seems to lurk beneath, as it haunts forever this stream... The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken...

Americans and Laura ... apocalypse now?

Greetings again... I know that except Nándi and Alex and some incidental visitors my blog remains hidden, but I continue to spill my venom back and forth, for very few good things happened to me lately... Students from Arizona came to "infect" our land... there were positive sides, but they pale to the frustration they carry within... Frustration leads to post modernism, and to feminism... I am sorry to say it again, but why don't I see nice women being feminists? They don't want to be... only those with a shiteload of angry misplaced, misused, abused childhood come around, and this combined with ye american knowledge leads to removal of beauty... and thus to eradicate the feminine in a woman... and they become socially challenged... It's not their fault, it's the generations of mutations... and then we meet also some Romanian ones... like Laura... charming person but only sometimes... and when she looks at the bottle(once a year or so..), it's disaster... Now it may seem chaotic from what I write but I will put a larger-scaled analysis of the past week, concerning ye title... and the latest news... To the obsidian pits of hell with our larva drummer! Pffffffffff...... take care "y'all!"

Theatre Festival

And again, Sibiu was host to a big pack of actors, crew, technicians, singers, tourists who wanted to enjoy the "let's loose it all, it's festival" week and a half of uninterrupted urban orgy. Saw quite a bit of the performers, and for me it was rather satisfying... and again we had to see some of the coloured representatives of our great nation blending in with their colourful dresses and wanting to get a bit of drinks, food, fast love or something alike... 'twas rather funny, that only us locals observed the main difference... the most fooled were not the americans, but the french! And again, Canada ruled! But that's a different story altogether, heheheh...