You need to be told when you declare your love?/ Valentine’s Day

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I’m a sort of Grinch of Valentine’s Day.

But I’m not the only one who would vomit if they saw miles of hearts.

I was with a friend when we turned around after we entered Card Factory……and we actually had something to buy from there…. 😀

Love is not boredom. How exactly does it work? 14th  of February is the day when you pretend you’re both more intensely attracted to each other?

Love is an extreme sport. It’s a fight. It’s a cup of “hot life”. Someone  in love  won’t listen to his relatives,friends or even his own rationality. He can’t be part of the zombie army that looks for happiness in malls and hope to find it at clearance.

Happiness costs.

Love’s epicentre isn’t in a day….but in two souls.

14 of February is a day for the people that never had it. They don’t know what it feels like or they haven’t had it in a while…..they want to prove some people their life is amazing too…..and that….they’re “blending” in.

News flash. The way the world looks……………………………………………………………………………………..let me get off at the next stop.

I would take a girl out on Valentine’s day. But it wouldn’t be any different than any other night I took my girlfriend out.  You need someone to tell you when to have a special day with your “special”? WOW? Buy her a bear that says “I love you”. That should do it. Take her to the stars every night. Not just on one night. That, if you can even take her to the stars. 🙂

Seriously, live a little. Laugh a lot. Share only if you dare. 🙂

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People are amazing.

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I have so much respect for people that do amazing things, people that go out of their comfort zone, people that risk their life to entertain you for a minute.  People who take pleasure in making you feel amazing. As I said in one of my older posts: There are people who drawn from a glass of water and people that can swim from England to France.

People that dedicate their life to a certain passion. People who give away family to pursue what they love. It fascinates me that some people turn out to be such amazing husband/wife material and some people turn out to be a lone wolfs. People that wonder the world seeing things most of us will never get to. Why? Because people have choices. You make your own life, not one is going to make it the way you want. There’s so many places to go, so many things to see, so many situations I crave to be in, so many experiences I want to go through, so many people I want to meet, so many things I want to learn, the hard way.

It’s mind-blowing how some people have certain principles. Although I hate biology and chemistry, I love what the human mind can do. The places it can take you, surrounded by the 4 walls of your room. Just close your eyes and dream. People that have that ability, I envy you, so much.

I was in college the other day and I had this conversation with this guy, I asked him if he drinks alcohol. He calmly said: “I don’t drink”. I looked at him bewildered, my ignorance not realising the diversity in people. I aggressively asked him if he had ever tried it…….He looked in my eyes and smiled, saying: “I don’t drink”.  He had that look on his face, like he didn’t understand my stupefaction. That’s human nature….

Sure, you have people that stab you in the back for a greater salary, and you have people that think they stole your girlfriend. Of course he doesn’t realise that if you allowed him to steal her, she stopped being yours before he even got there or should I say in there. 🙂

You also have people that annoy me until my blood starts to boil. They’re still people, they’re still fascinating, just not to me. People that have a hard time comprehending logical reasoning. Because everything in this world happens at the wish of a supernatural god that punishes you when you sin. SUCH LAUGH.

I find astonishing this rule people created. I was on my way to college the other day, I took my packet of cigarettes out, realising I had like 18 left I fainted a smile. 20 seconds later, someone walks up to me and asks me:”Do you have a spare cigarette?”. Mind-blowing. Not “I’ve seen you take your cigarettes out, can I please have one?”. No, of course not. You can’t put someone you don’t know in an awkward situation. You have to ask if they have a spare one, although you’ve seen their packet. There are certain rules that we follow, without even realising it.

It mesmerises me to learn about people, to see what makes them tick, what makes them do things, what makes them blindly follow religion, what makes them be so passionate about science, what makes people make the choices they make. I want to know their stories. I want to……KNOW.

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Impossible women.

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Found this on reddit and decided to give my thoughts on you, impossible women.

“Her Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

His Diary:

Motorcycle won’t start…can’t figure out why”


The person who inspired me to start blogging once wrote: “There’s no woman that can’t be read. Just retarded men.”

You spend hours personalizing your smartphone. Adding new games, new widgets.  But you could so much more with the tip of your finger than moving them about on a cold screen.

You speak Spanish, Italian and English. But you can’t speak her language. You’re a glorified champion at chess but you’re only a beginner with her.

We complain the they’re complicated, but what good things in life come easy? You got to make a decision. Is she worth it? If the answer is yes then cudos to you, if the answer is no, then you’re not worth it. It’s easier to say “it can’t be done”  before truly trying. You see this vexes me. We got used to getting our way with “easy women”. When we meet a WOMAN that knows what she wants, who knows her value, who knows you didn’t randomly walked up to her. She knows you studied her, her walking, like a predator.

You complain she’s impossible when you use the same compliment, you just change the receiver.  She’s wearing very little make-up and has her hair tied up and that intimidates you? You can’t look her in the eye because when she walks the world trembles at her feet? You know when you see her walking on the street, alone. She’s lonely, because you, and the guy before, and the guy behind you, and the one on your left, you all saw her. But she intimidates you, you can’t talk to her like you’d with your girl friend. It’s easier to say she’s unapproachable than look in the mirror.

You got to understand it’s not what she says, it’s HOW she says it. You complain she tells you to get away from her, when all she wants is for to hold her and tell her how much she means to you. But she’s too complicated, in other words you’re too retarded to see behind the mask. It’s impossible to get under her skin, she seems so tough, so dull, so lacking emotions. But she goes home and thinks about what you said, how you said her sweater wasn’t pretty. Or she goes home and thinks about what you said, how the colour of the sweater suits her.

You’re surprised when you see she likes being in control. Uh-oh, now we’ve hit unknown territory. You call her beautiful and you expect her number. If you don’t get it she was arrogant. You think you were the first one to notice and tell her? You start promising her the moon and then you’re surprise she doesn’t fall in your arms like leaves, slowly attracted by the power of gravity. You think she hasn’t heard that before? She’s scared you’ll hurt her, she’s skeptical, always. That’s only our fault, not theirs.

So if you want a complicated woman, invest your time. It must interest you, truly.

So learn what she feels,

What she wants,

What she doesn’t know she wants,

What she likes, but doesn’t know it yet.

Deciphering an “impossible” woman is an art.

Yours, A M Maxim

Wasted nights.

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What a waste of nights.

You’re in the club taking pictures, so he could see them. You want him to suffer like a dog, to see what he’s lost. You want to see him cry, on the outside :).But he can’t see them. He’s in a club too, pretending to be cool and uninterested.

What a waste of nights when you lie in bed thinking about your mistakes. What you could have done better or what you could have done worse? Sometimes the answer to both questions is nothing.  When you look at your albums full of pictures. Pictures you want to re-live, to re-experience. You look at the pictures and cherish the moments when you used to be happy, TOGETHER.  Now you’re in separate rooms, glancing at your happiness, ALONE.

What a waste of nights when your pride is telling you it’s too late to call. No one calls at this time, unless they’re desperate. You don’t want her to know. So you sit by your phone waiting for him to call, while he is waiting for your call, for once to show you care enough to call him. So you both fall asleep with your phone next to your pillow.

What a waste of nights when you realise the only thing you can offer is one, two, maybe three nights of pleasure. After the passion decays you leave. Because he doesn’t want to leave his prints on anyone’s soul. He’s learned that carrying someone’s prints is a burden, that love can turn into a dirty prison in which you close yourself in the arms of loneliness. So you throw yourselves, head in, naively hoping he will see the light somehow. Behind the sheets you’ve accepted the pleasure for pleasure deal fooling yourself that by adding love you’ll get the same thing in return. But you were wrong. Love is not about love to be loved.

So many people sleep together in the same bed, ALONE.

Yours, A M Maxim

A toast to MEN

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I asked a very special lady to write a post so here it is. Enjoy!

A toast to MEN !

So… why men love women we already know from Cartarescu (not that it was necessary to know from him, but yeah… it sounds good, doesn’t it? 🙂 but why do we love them?

We love them because they have faith in their abilities and knowledge. They don’t need to tear others down in order to build themselves up. They earn people’s trust with their radiant, inner strength. When a MAN walks into a room, everyone takes notice.

They have integrity – are trustworthy, reliable, unwavering, responsible and kind – they look out for others. They laugh at themselves and they keep it simple and I love the fact that they prefer to ask instead of presume.

They may think about quitting something but in fact they never do. They admit their fears and go beyond them.

As Lord Byron, they write poems for our shining beauty and unique personality that can melt any woman’s heart with words that fall as rose petals over the lady that had the glory of being a muse.

They are focused on progress, they live for something – a purpose beyond their own personal gains and when they make a decision they live with the consequences.

They take risks in order to advance and they are decisive. They never seem to have time for themselves… but they always have time to be real friends.

And why not, because they talk less than women… we girls can actually talk all we want. 🙂

I admire them for not being complicated and if they lose a game, they honestly congratulate the winner.

They can follow Omerta – keep their mouth shut. They can shelter information and ration their words (and girls… it’s about time to admit we just can’t do that. 🙂

I bow before them because they are honest – about who they are and what they have done in life and because they accept responsibility for their actions, have strong principles and stand behind the words they speak.

Because without men, we are not women…

Here’s to our fathers, our brothers, lovers and friends, here’s to the men that we love, here’s to the men that love us !