The Concept of Irony was first seen in Socrates’s “work”, as he wandered around proving people were hypocrites. Most often one had claimed to know many, yet in the end proved to know very little. So what have we learned from Socrates?

It’s funny how most of the events that made up my life are so recent. Like yesterday is a couple of years ago. I can remember everything you said. Everything each of you said. And then I see the memories I thought I lost, the dreams I forgot about, the things I never had. Then I look again and see how much of what I have I didn’t expect, thinking how lucky I am to be here, now, thinking and writing, feeling alive.
I’m changing? Yes/No? The fact that I’m even asking this question makes me think that I am. I’m floating in the universe of my own life and circumstances. Just as Socrates’s role of a gadfly came from his inner self, his identity, his beliefs, so my role of a gadfly, over myself, comes from inside. You can still have everything and not enjoy anything. You can be happy without having anything. Ironically, you can be alone when you’re surrounded by millions of people. I keep telling myself: “Life is NOW, don’t waste it! Make most of your time and keep holding on. Remember yourself. Forget yourself”, aahhhh… Luckily, the weekend will let me get rid of this confusion. I am not lost, even though I’ve lost a few marbles. Have you seen them?

Monday morning I looked over someone’s profile on hi5 and found a couple of pictures of the sunset. I thought about it one bit and then sent the person a few pictures I’ve taken saying “don’t need to reply.”
Did you know that the word ‘bit’ – the computer bit – comes from the expression ‘binary digit’? That’s how these bits came to life…
I’m thinking of doing something unusual,…

Yes, I know I can’t get one thought out properly. I keep interrupting myself, which is funny because I’m not interested in talking in the first place. Whenever I’m lost (or at least can’t find my words) I think of writing a poem… or a song… But now…

We hear of irony everyday, we probably are ironic ourselves. And isn’t life ironic? Heey… it is!

…indeed, ironic, and for the past few days I heard a song about it over and over and over again, and I’m still not sick of hearing it. It goes like this…

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
“Well isn’t this nice…”
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
A little too ironic…and, yeah, I really do think…

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
– Alanis Morissette, Ironic

… and life is funny.

When I was in high school, I swore to myself I’ll never let my life go on for one second without people. I will not become the adult that would work all the time (with passion maybe), raise kids (well, not yet), and live alone, or with a wife but feeling alone, with… what? with who? I would love, I would have a warm group of people around me all the time, I would be a part of it… I would listen and understand others, I would live with enthusiasm, love with passion and have dreams, plans. I would love HER, and I would surprise her always, I would make her dreams my dreams too, I would help her fight for hers, and OURS. The things we dreamt when we first met would be with us still.
And now, now what?
High school is over, and everything has somehow slipped away. It would only fit if love slipped away as well. But it won’t, it won’t. Something’s still left… (>>in here<<)

Sometimes, in fighting for your life, dreams, and that someone, you forget what’s most important along the way: you. You and what you believe in. And the people who care about you. Was it so hard? You only had one thing to do – follow each other. Keep close to the other. Why did it fail?
I don’t understand. Somewhere along the way we forgot what we both dreamed of. We forgot. I forgot?

I wake up, open my eyes and run to the mirror: Hey there little guy, how’s everything? Are you still sane? Are you still on the right track? WHAT IS THE RIGHT TRACK?
How should I know? I just feel it… right or wrong. Hunches, instincts, education (ya right)
Sometimes I abandon everything real and live in a dream. My world, inner world, is unlimited. My outerworld… is little but priceless. I have friends, I have love. I have a family that gives a damn. I listen to music. I love taking showers. Carpe diem! Living the moment is what I learned to do. I also learned it’s important to live based on more than just one thing. If only one, then what do you think happens to you when you find yourself without that one?

I’m a believer. I’ve lost something big, I’ve lost most of what I thought I had. I’ve grown up and still am growing up, life makes me so… and I might sound brave (even though I don’t think I do), but I’m not. I’m just making sense of life, like all of us. Digging my way out. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

So… where did it go? It’s all here. Sometimes I just fail to see it… sometimes life is just outside and I’m just inside…



Far, far away, up above the lovely sky, in a sunny place, there’s a girl who keeps poofing away above the clouds.
“She’s there, she’s there!”
“Where, where?”
You don’t need to see it, to believe it…
There she goes! *p00f*, above the clouds. Now you can’t see her! But she’s always there when you’re in need, she’s always there when you’re alone, always there to remind you: “hey, dear guy, you need to see how young and great and full of life you can be!”

Friends, friends, friends… they are everything sometimes. Just when you think the world has gone down on you, *p00f*, there’s someone there to remind you that there’s still much worth fighting for…


On the road


The same Story.rtf awaits always when I’m not writing directly on the web. I use WordPad to write my stories, to write… whatever I feel like writing. Maybe that’s because it’s how it all started for me at first… I had to get it out, and this is how it came to me. My brother is more attracted to photography so far. How about you?
For some reason, I must have known that this document will always be where I return, even if not so often anymore… The last line says _”Endless”_(without the “). The underscore is just so I can Ctrl+F my way to the end to write. It’s probably got at least 100 pages of text, and text only. It’s a story in itself… my story, moments between other moments. A lot of people and a lot of memories are here. I lost it only once, for good, but thank God that was a long time ago… A dear friend helped me get the pieces back together, since I sent her the only copy of it, piece by piece. It was not the same, but people forget – I forgot.
That’s a good point to discuss (although I’m probably gonna talk about much more, and many others). We forget.
Let it be… an interview.
Continue reading ‘On the road’



Every now and then I start thinking about a change in my blog. Now I decided to change to WordPress.
Well, here’s a short word about myself…
Continue reading ‘Migration’