there's no place like home

2011-04-15T05:53:00.000-07:00

2011-04-15T05:28:00.000-07:00

Things are changing,folks! And they're changing way too fucking fast!
Old friends become nothing but a memory,new friends become a huge pain in the ass,the image of the future it's not the one I imagined when I was still a careless student and it creeps me out!
No doubt,a little bit of cleaning is required.Rearrange my priorities,cut some things off the list,maybe add some new ones,but,most importantly,be so fucking careful on how I choose my friends,'cause time is ticking away and one day I'll wake up with nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth and sure as hell I don't want that(again).
Just ask yourselves this:"Is it worth it?"

2011-04-09T06:21:00.000-07:00

Though the road is empty,
I will find my way among the ashes;
and though my heart's collapsing,
I will find the light in the tempest of my soul.
'Cause in the end nothing else matters,
and in the end we all become dust in the wind.
The world that once was my oyster
will be nothing but a distant memory
in the ocean of my universe.
Everything ceases to exist.
The rest is silence.

Alone

2011-02-12T07:33:00.000-08:00

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe

2010-11-06T13:59:00.001-07:00

When days are filled with sunshine
How close we hold a friend,
It's good to share the laughter
And dreams that have no end.

But when the days are shadowed,
And touched with pain or grief,
The bond of friendship tighten,
Almost beyond belief.

The burdens aren't so heavy
When some one takes your hand,
And not a word is needed
For true friend to understand.

The world would be more lonely
In sunny hours or grey,
Without the bond of friendship
To help us every day...............

Adrian Paunescu - A catre E

2010-11-05T06:10:00.000-07:00

Vai, de la A pana la E
Atata departare e
Si de la E pana la A
Tot alfabetul va -ngheta.

Si nu va exista nici cale
Sa lege blandele vocale
Vocalele imparatesti
Care am fost si care esti.

Si de la A pana la A
E toata nebunia mea
Si de la E pana la E
Cum trece timpul repede.

Si A spre E ridica glas
Iubito singura-ai ramas
Si E spre A ca-ntr-un deochi
Ridica negrii, blanzii ochi.

Mai stai ii spune A lui E
NU ai de ce, nu ai de ce
Mai stai ii spune E lui A
Ma duc, ca se va -ntuneca.

Si jos intr-un absurd spital,
Consoanele au astazi bal,
Iubita mea cu E major,
Acum, nici nu te mai implor.

Iubitul meu, cu a de mana!
Nimic din noi n-o sa ramana
Si ne vom stinge-ncet, incet
In insectar si-n alfabet.

Adio, E, frumoasa mea
Ii plange departarea A
Si de la A pana la E
Un pod cetos de turturi e.

Si de la E pana la A
Consoanele se vor usca
Si vai, cand strigi pe E cu A
Polen sonor, inseamna EA.

Si E in locul ei se zbate,
Ea cea mai trista dintre toate,
Si A nu stie ca nici nu-i
Ea care-a fost motivul lui.

Adio E, iubirea mea
Semneaza trist vocala A.

Blanc

2010-09-08T12:15:00.000-07:00

Pata cenusie a aparut in oglinda.Ma apropii si o privesc, nu ma pot desprinde de ea.E imaginea chipului meu.Deseori in zilele astea pustii,stau sa-l privesc.Nu pricep nimic din aceasta fata.Ale altora au un sens.A mea nu.Nici nu pot afirma daca este frumoasa sau urata.Cred ca-i urata,fiindca asa mi s-a spus.Dar nu ma supara.Chiar ma mir ca i se pot atribui calitati de felul acesta,ca si cum ai putea numi frumos sau urat un bulgare de pamant sau sau un bloc de piatra.
Ma sprijin cu toata greutatea pe marginea chiuvetei,imi apropii fata de oglinda,gata-gata s-o ating.Ochii,nasul si gura imi dispar.Nu mai ramane nimic omenesc.Totusi lumea asta lunara imi e familiara.Nu pot spune ca-i recunosc amanuntele.Dar intregul imi da impresia unui lucru deja vazut,care ma toropeste:alunec incet in somn.
As vrea sa ma trezesc:o senzatie vie si directa m-ar elibera.Imi lipesc de obraz mana stanga,intind pielea;ma stramb la mine.O jumatate din fata mea cedeaza,jumatatea stanga a gurii se rasuceste si se umfla dezvelind un dinte,orbita se deschide pe un glob alb.Nu asta cautam:nimic puternic,nimic nou.Adorm cu ochii deschisi,chipul creste,creste in oglinda,un imens halo palid care se topeste in lumina...

Lost girl

2010-08-28T06:37:00.001-07:00

Lost girl protects what is precious to her
Can you say the same for yourself sir
Hidden pockets of misery and divine
Islands of hope if only they could shine

Lost girl pushes away heartfelt love
Not deserved, bloodied and shoved
Unexplainable expectations she's given
A heart not beating, held broken, riven

Lost girl bites back urges to cry
A scream past parted lips, only a sigh
Shaking inside, flying apart, unraveling
Logic and reason, following, traveling

Lost girl can't tread water any longer
Deep breath, under, float, stronger
Leave behind all that exists here
Keep it safe, hidden from fear

Lost girl wants to turn back, embrace
Behind closed eyes, only her face
Accept what's been said and done
Move forwards, towards the rising sun

2010-08-01T07:00:00.000-07:00

Ce-mi doresc e zambet
ce-mi doresc e viata,
ce-mi doresc e taina,
ce-mi doresc e ceata,
ce-mi doresc e interzis,
ce-mi doresc e doar in scris,
ce-mi doresc e sa nu uit ca am fost,
ca am trait,ca am dorit ,ca am iubit.

For what it's worth

2010-07-11T09:13:00.000-07:00

Who am I supposed to ask for help when I feel like hating?
Who’s going to rescue me from myself?
Does anybody has the key to my soul?
It’s still locked, far away from everything that is real.
Redemption song for me or just another mask to wear?
When everybody else is gone I’ve got only myself to deal with.
When everybody else is gone I’ve got only my own demons to confront.
Redemption song for me or just another mask to wear?
"Time for me to stop and start again"
Crawl back inside myself again.
No song for me today.

........

2010-07-03T06:39:00.000-07:00

A voice inside my head is screaming out for life.
I see nothing,I hear northing but my own voices
dragging me down
where there's no hope,where there's no control.
My heart is frozen, my senses numbed.
I see nothing,I hear nothing but my own voices.
Fading away I'm losing control.
What's in a rose?
Who am I?
Am I still alive?
The chaos kidnapped my mind.
I see nothing,I hear nothing but my own voices.
Should I run or should I fight?
As I fall asleep I dream of a life with no tomorrows
But the dream keeps running away
And now I see nothing I hear nothing but my own voices.
The voice of silence,the voice of loneliness,the voice of nothingness
The voice of darkness.
I'm no longer in control.

Stranded

2010-06-20T05:25:00.001-07:00

I feel like drowning in an ocean of regrets every time I open my eyes in the morning .My biggest fear is myself…the way I used to be and what I’ve become. I strive every day to find that balance between what right and what’s wrong in my life, between my past and my future. I’ve come to a point when I know that I must wake myself up and pick a direction, a path to travel on…the scary part about it is that I don’t have a clue, that I’ve became so indifferent about the future that I take whatever I find, whatever comes my way. I hate making plans…I used to plan, I used to dream…but not anymore and I do not know whether it’s right or wrong. The truth is that tomorrow scares the life out of me and it will be so until I’ll find a way to find my inner demons, to figure out myself, to figure out my life.

Peccavi

2010-06-10T06:03:00.000-07:00

Rain is the only thing that makes me feel alive
I long to feel the beads of water crawling down my face
The dusty fresh air caressing my hair
As I close my eyes and dream…
The drops of rain scare people away
They feel the need to hide
People have locked themselves in a thorn made box
with their tiny cups of coffee;
old ,worn out conversations
make time elapse faster.
They’re talking and yet only the voice of silence echoes
...they live their lives wondering what if,
…they play with empty, shallow words.
Hiding their heads under a web of lies and regrets,
...forgetting the little things that keep them alive
forgetting who they are.
REALITY is just as intangible as love
as unattainable as the farthest star in the winter sky;
reality is what we want it to be, reality is RELATIVE.
We shackle ourselves with steel made chains,
we draw the curtain, become cold and indifferent;
become dust in the wind.
We live in stand by,
we are merely observers;
paraître a l’étre, lying to ourselves,
picking out a mask to wear at all time, never even caring
that this may be the time,
to break free, to embrace liberty.
At times we’re terrified,
for the crystal box we live in
it’s slowly beginning to break;
it’s a war of the heart over the mind
of passion and indifference,
of love and hate,
of dungeons and inner demons we’re trying to escape from.
Rain is the only thing that makes me feel alive
I long to feel the beads of water crawling down my face;
but my senses are numb, my soul is imprisoned,
plunged in regret, submerged in superficiality
I only hope for my soul to lead me back to the times
When I used to FEEL.

If

2010-05-30T03:40:00.000-07:00

Hate me if I ever did you wrong
hate me if I wasn't there when you needed me
hate me if everything good in you has vanished
...if every word I say means nothing to you
hate me if your vanity gets the best of you
hate me if I never made you laugh
hate me if I turned my back away when you needed a shoulder to cry on
hate me if I never cared about you
...if I didn't share my thoughts with you
...if I was indifferent and cold
...if you don't want to see my anymore
...if you are indifferent and cold
...if we weren't supposed to meet
hate me if you don't know how to care about someone else
hate me if you can't trust anyone else but yourself
hate me if you can't open your soul to me
...if you can't trust me
hate me if you're shy
hate me if you're mad
hate me if you're bored
hate me if you're sick
hate me if you're alone
hate me if you're out of control
...if you feel like killing me
...if you feel like hating me
...if you feel like crying
...if you feel like dying
Just hate me...and I'll love you back

WHEN WE TWO PARTED by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

2010-05-27T14:20:00.001-07:00

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

I secret we met--
I silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

2010-05-13T16:40:00.001-07:00

2010-05-13T16:38:00.000-07:00

2010-05-13T11:59:00.000-07:00

Teama de esec duce la esec..Everybody is afraid of something,ceva ce poate ramane ascuns in adancul inimii noastre,poate chiar ascuns de noi insine..si cateodata dureaza o viata intreaga sa descoperi misterul.Today I found my fear.And it's consuming my every thought,my every emotion.Been running from "it"for some time now.E timpul sa ma deschid pe mine catre mine..si facand asta voi putea sa-i las pe cei din jur sa ma cunoasca exact asa cum sunt eu:complicata.

Dragostea in cuvinte simple

2010-05-10T10:49:00.001-07:00

El ii spune,
Observa cum timpul vindeca o rana,
pana cand e din nou intregita.
Rana se va vindeca,la fel si relatia noastra
El ii spune,
Uita-te la crusta de pe rana,
carnea rosiatica si arsa este hidoasa
dar poate fi ascunsa.
Timpul o va face sa dispara.
La fel este si dragostea noastra,la fel este si…iubirea noastra
El ii spune,
Aminteste-ti ca atunci cand iti tunzi parul,
te simti diferita si intr-un fel incompleta.
Dar parul iti creste –si inainte sa iti dai seama
este la fel ca intotdeauna.
Frumusetea noastra impreuna este la fel.
El ii spune,
Asculta cum furtuna turbata
osteneste copacii de afara.
Furtuna e inspaimantatoare
dar in curand se va indeparta.
Oamenii vor uita ca a existat vreodata.
Ruptura dintre noi poate fi reparata.
Ea ii spune,
Chiar daca rana e vindecata
si pare lecuita…nu va mai fi nicicand acceasi.
Va ramane pe veci o cicatrice
o amintire neplacuta.
La fel este si iubirea noastra.
Ea ii spune,
Chiar daca arsura nu mai doare
Si aproape ca uitam ca a existat vreodata
Pielea ramane marcata
…si amortita.
La fel este si iubirea noastra.
Ea ii spune,
Dupa ce ti-ai tuns parul,
Va creste din nou,incet…
Atunci vor trebui facute schimbari,
stilul va fi diferit.
La fel este si iubirea noastra.
Ea ii spune,
Chiar daca furtuna este scurta
si in curand dispare,
lasa ravagii in urma sa
care nu pot fi niciodata refacute.
Copacul este mort pentru totdeauna.
Ca si iubirea noastra…

2010-05-07T15:16:00.000-07:00

Dacă eram o lună, aş fi fost DECEMBRIE
Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii, aş fi fost SAMBATA
Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost O DIMINEATZA DE IARNA
Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost o MEDUZA
Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost STRAIGHT AHEAD
Dacă eram o virtute, aş fi fost ADEVAR
Dacă eram o personalitate istorică, aş fi fost TOT EU..buna sau rea
Dacă eram o planetă, aş fi fost PLUTO
Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost TEQUILA,CAFEA SAU COLA
Dacă eram o piatră, aş fi fost CHIHLIMBAR
Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost un VULTUR
Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost O LACRAMIOARA
Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost SCHIMBATOARE
Dacă eram un instrument muzical, aş fi fost O CHITARA…RECE
Dacă eram o emoţie, aş fi fost FERICIRE
Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost SUNETUL CORZILOR DE CHITARA
Dacă eram un element, aş fi fost OXIGEN
Dacă eram un cântec, aş fi fost METALLICA’S The Unforgiven III
Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost sigur O COMEDIE BUNA sau un HORROR LA FEL DE BUN
Dacă eram un serial, aş fi fost FRIENDS
Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost CRIMA SI PEDEAPSA.
Dacă eram un fel de mâncare, aş fi fost ANYTHING
Dacă eram un oraş, aş fi fost DUBLIN
Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost DULCE-ACRISOARA
Dacă eram o aromă, aş fi fost SUBTILA
Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost NEGRU
Dacă eram un material, aş fi fost DANTELA
Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost PACE
Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost BUZE
Dacă eram o expresie a feţei, aş fi fost UN ZAMBET SINCER
Dacă eram o materie de şcoală, aş fi fost MUZICA
Dacă eram un personaj de desene animate, aş fi fost DEXTER
Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost o INIMA
Dacă eram un număr, aş fi fost 7
Dacă eram o maşină, aş fi fost un ASTON MARTIN
Dacă eram o haină, aş fi fost un O PERECHE DE MANUSI
Daca eram…

2010-05-07T14:02:00.001-07:00

'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell'
by William Blake.

"The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end
of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from hell.
For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his
guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be
consumed, and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite &
corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul has to be
expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method by
corrosives, which in Hell are salutory and medicinal, melting apparent
surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as
it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow
chinks of his cavern."

2010-04-25T11:13:00.000-07:00

Real friends are the ones that are there for you when you need it, but not only that…they are there when you don’t need it too. Real friends are honest, real friends can tell you everything, there are no secrets between good friends.

There is a text by an unknown writer that I think is perfect! I couldn’t agree more…;)
“I choose my friends not by their skin or other archetype, but by their eye pupil.
It has to have questioning shine and unsettled tone.
I’m neither interested in those who are of good spirit nor those of bad habits.
I’ll stick with the ones that make me crazy and blessed.
From them, I don’t want an answer, I want to be reviewed. I want them to bring me doubts and fears and to tolerate the worst of me.
For that, only being crazy.
I want saints, so they don’t doubt differences and ask forgiveness for injustices.
I choose my friends for their clean face and their exposed soul .
I want a shoulder to lean on; but I also want their greatest happiness.
A friend that doesn’t laugh together doesn’t know how to cry together.
All my friends are like that, half foolish, half serious.
I don’t want foreseen laughter or weepings that are full of pity.
I want serious friends, those that make reality their fountain of knowledge, but also fight to keep fantasy alive.
I don’t want adult or boring friends.
I want half kids and half elderly.
Kids, so they don’t forget the value of the wind blowing on their faces and elderly people so they’re never in a hurry. I want friends to know who I am. I want to see them being clowns and being serious, crazy and saints, young and old. I will never forget that normalcy is a sterile and imbecile illusion.”

2010-04-25T09:55:00.000-07:00

Today was a bad day..jumatatea plina a paharului se tot ascunde de vazul meu.Dar hey ;) there's hope..and where there's hope there's light at the end of the tunnel and where there's hope there's a big smiley on my face :p..til the next time:Greetings,

2010-04-22T23:50:00.001-07:00

Pe tine ce te motiveaza?Ce te face sa zambesti sau sa fii trist?....It's difficult to let yourself be affected by every gesture,every word,every situation.Yes..people around me motivates me, so I'm gonna have to be really careful from now on..careful not to give a damn anymore,to be indiferent... to give a rat's ass:)) ..We gotta ask ourselves...YOU got to ask yourself...Who cares for me?Who loves me?Who cares about my feelings?...There you'll find the answer.If only I could be indiferent;if only I could not give a shit about anyone.But that's just wishful thinking...It's the way I am..time will change it,life will change it,people around me will change it.

2010-04-06T09:29:00.000-07:00

Zilele astea mi-am dat seama mai mult ca niciodata ca "i need to grow up"..Inca nu mi-am dat seama 100% de ce inseamna asta...cateva progrese am facut...but i still got a long way to go.Incet dar sigur incep a ma detasa de tot ce ma lega de casa..stiu ca cei dragi sunt acolo si atat timp cat stiu ca sunt bine ...nu am nevoie de altceva.Strange feeling ..dar momentan ...there's no place I can call HOME.Simt ca vreu sa plec,simt ca vreau sa cunosc alti oameni,alte locuri....sa descopar alte mistere.Am mare nevoie de un timp pentru mine..."me,myself&I"...to figure out who I am and what I want;de preferabil undeva cat mai departe de tot ceea ce am cunoscut pana acum de tot ceea ce pana acum am numit "casa".I do not really want to spend my life wondering "what if"...wondering .."what I want" and so on....ma detasez incet de lucrurile care ma tin atasata de adolescenta si de locurile in care am crescut...First baby step was made but I still got a long way to go.
p.s(to a little butterfly named - - - - -):being true to yourself really works.you should really give it a try!;)

2010-03-17T09:12:00.000-07:00

Anul acesta au fost atatia pe care i-am "ranit" cu sinceritatea mea...verde-n fata ,incat ma intreb daca in lume mai sunt oameni dispusi sa accepte adevarul ,o parere cat se poate de obiectiva,un zambet sincer...fara subterfugii,fara hidden agenda,fara emotii false incarcate cu intelesuri ascunse.Nici macar prietenii cei ma apropiati nu par a intelege adevaratul scop al cuvintelor mele.AZI, mai mult ca niciodata imi doresc in jurul meu persoane care sa aiba taria de caracter sa accepte adevarul,care sa accepte un sfat dat cu cele mai bune intentii,sa nu se incrunte la orice cuvant cu conotatie negativa adresat persoanei lor.Lumea devine din ce in ce ma paranoica si in acelasi timp din ce in ce mai self interested.A ajuns sa conteze prea mult sa avem o imagine impecabila in societate decat sa avem o imagine adevarata care sa reprezinte cu obiectivitate ceea ce suntem,cum si cat gandim.Societatea in care traim afecteaza prietenia,iubirea,familia fara ca macar sa ne dam seama. AZI , ii vreau alaturi pe cei care au invatat sa ma accepte asa cum sunt,pe cei carora nu le este jena sa-mi reproseze,sa ma certe,sa-mi spuna ce fac bine si ce nu.AZI, nu vreau sa fiu mintita,AZI si de AZI inainte imi voi alege cu grija PRIETENII.

2010-03-14T12:03:00.000-07:00

Image mirage;

Baseball battery adding
flattery to the collage
of already half
dazed barrage
of happy sounds.

Whispy winds clim
silently the ice behind
the image of ids
and egos inside
the isolated shouts
of your mind.

Heresy says he dreams of beers and smiles
from ear to toe,
bending the earth
in its curve of doom,
wearing thin the years
of earnestness.

Image mirage.
What you thought
you saw
you didn’t hear.

2010-02-21T10:43:00.000-08:00

I finally remembered that I have a blog so I said What the heck?...Let's see what goes through my mind(February 21st,21:27 pm................................................................Today I decided not to think about my future anymore.Whether it's right or wrong I do not really give much of a shit .I decided to enjoy life as it goes,not to let myself caught in maze of heavy thoughts and feelings.I do have ambitions though I don't dream much.I gave up dreaming in my childhood ...but now i know better;I know that dreaming too much at times hurts and that in the long run you'll gain only sorrow and regret because let's face it that LIFE is not as "pink"as it is in our dreams.When you reach that "mature"age everybody expects you to have your future already decided.The truth is that the future scares the shit out of us :))...so I'll just leave it all to chance.I believe that spontaneous ideas and decisions are the best..at least for me..;).I do not care much,in fact at all,about what others expect of me.I know what I expect from myself and that's the only thing that matters for me right now.

Have you ever met people who labeled you "a satanic rocker" just because you listen to rock?:))I laughed my brains out when I heard that ignorant shit....but that's another thingy to be discussed later on;)....Greetings,

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

2009-12-08T00:22:00.000-08:00

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I will go my way no matter what.
I will not let myself manipulated
I will not live my life according to what people around me say or think
I will pick my own road to travel on,whether it's the right one or the wrong one....I don't give a shit about what the world thinks...I am who I am..love or hate me...it's the same thing for me.

2009-11-27T02:26:00.000-08:00

Today i found out once more that you can never really,fully and completely get to know a person...a human being.one day..it will happen to you too.you'll get to see the true face ..the true color,the inner self of a person that you once loved,admired and considered friend.You will be surprised,appalled and even disgusted.well...we're all like pieces of a big great puzzle..we have different shapes..different colors,different souls.dig deep!!...dig deep to discover what's really behind a pair of blue/black/green/brown EYES,behind a false/true/sincere/full of crap SMILE.
Take time to realize that you can NEVER know it all.Wake yourself up,slap yourself and move on.Life is amazing!!!!!!