<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702</id><updated>2011-10-26T13:03:32.644+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutia cu idei</title><subtitle type='html'>"I'm a joker &lt;br&gt;
I'm a smoker &lt;br&gt;
I'm a midnight toker &lt;br&gt;
I get my lovin' on the run"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-5414585446414583184</id><published>2011-03-18T20:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:50:51.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cand realizezi ca ai pierdut cel mai bun lucru pe care l-ai avut si e ireparabil ... Ce faci?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-5414585446414583184?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/5414585446414583184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/03/cand-realizezi-ca-ai-pierdut-cel-mai.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5414585446414583184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5414585446414583184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/03/cand-realizezi-ca-ai-pierdut-cel-mai.html' title=''/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-5649204417036500832</id><published>2011-02-18T23:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:53:08.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acum o sa vars tot...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca am si eu un drept la replica..Asa cum tu l-ai avut pe-al tau. Ce nu stii tu e ca dreptul tau la replica a fost doar un raspuns la un sir lung de minciuni. Minciuni pe care le crezi fie pentru ca vrei sa te refugiezi in niste sentimente care stii ca nu se vor termina bine, fie pentru ca tu chiar il crezi. M-am aflat in ambele situatii, cam despre asta e tot blogul meu.. Insa, mie mi-a luat prea mult timp sa ma trezesc. Tu probabil nu te vei trezi deloc.&lt;div&gt;Uneori stau si ma intreb daca nu ar fi mai bine sa aflii tot, chiar de la mine. Dar apoi imi amintesc ca pentru mine primeaza propriul meu interes si te las in continuare sa fii a lui. Sau sa crezi ca esti. Iar alteori ma gandesc sa il trimit pe drumul lui, sa-l las sa fie al tau, sa ies din joc. Dar din nou, jocul merge dupa regulile mele si nu am de gand sa pierd acum, nu cand sunt interesele mele in joc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ai stii cate momente a petrecut alaturi de mine, momente pe care cu tine n-o sa le aiba niciodata..De la certuri copilaresti, la primul "te iubesc" aruncat intre un sarut si...mai mult, la griji si temeri enorme, la minciuni si la nebunie. E prea mult ca sa intelegi, e prea complicat ca sa pricepi, e prea mult ca sa incerci sa vezi adevarul de sub nasul tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mie imi spune ca nu te iubeste, ca totul e ca sa te tina langa el. Mai trist e ca stiu ca are dreptate pentru ca asta a facut si cu mine pana acum ceva timp. O sa te foloseasca si o sa scape de tine. Nu il atragi ca femeie, nu se vede intr-o relatie cu tine peste n ani..esti doar una printre cele multe. Asa cum am crezut si eu candva ca sunt. E ciudat cum pentru a fi cu adevarat a lui, sau mai bine spus, pentru ca el sa fie cu adevarat al tau, trebuie sa-l lasi liber. Sau in cazul meu, sa-l las sa se joace cu tot felul de credule care sa ii satisfaca nevoia de control si de relatie stabila in care el face regulile jocului..Lucru pe care eu nu l-am acceptat niciodata. Si acum platesc pentru nevoia mea de libertate. Lucru ce in mod surprinzator nu e deloc deranjat. Am inceput sa ma complac.&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu pricep este de ce uneori rezonez cu tine, de ce ma pun in pielea ta, de ce simt ca semanam.. Sa fie oare pentru faptul ca am trecut prin niste etape emotionale oarecum asemanatoare? Probabil..Singura problema ca tipul pe care tu il crezi salvarea ta, e de fapt un alt profitor. Doar ca tu nu o sa aflii asta niciodata. Eu nu am sa-ti spun. Prefer sa te las in ignoranta ta, tu sa ramai cu inima ranita, iar eu cu barbatul tau. Tu o sa crezi ca e mai bine asa, ca ceva scartaia, iar eu o sa stiu ca era pur si simplu momentul sa treaca la alta, dar sa ramana cu mine. Eu o sa mai am parte de multe momente frumoase alaturi de el, chiar daca asta a presupus sa renunt la anumite principii, pe cand tu o sa te complaci in fantezia din capul tau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singurul lucru care ma deranjeaza in situatia asta este ca.. Mi-as fi dorit sa imi fii superioara. Sa fii mai inteligenta ca mine, mai frumoasa, mai culta, sa ai mai multi prieteni, mai multi bani... Sa ma pui in umbra, sa ma complexezi in vreun fel. Dar.. Asta nu se poate. Sunt ferm convinsa ca iti sunt superioara si stii de ce? Pentru ca eu l-am convins sa fie al meu si l-am pastrat langa mine intr-un fel sau altul atata timp.. Poate pentru tine e iubitul tau, pentru mine e mai mult o competitie intre mine si toate celelalte dinaintea ta..Si tu nu o sa stii asta vreodata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai trist e ca o sa ma asigur ca citesti asta si ca ramai cu o intrebare la care nu-ti vei putea raspunde niciodata..Din simplul motiv ca esti prea orbita de el ca sa vezi ce e chiar sub nasul tau: de fiecare data cand se joaca toata noaptea, e clar ca nu se joaca cu calculatorul..Iar cand pleaca din oras, vine in lumea noastra de sub patura mea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si brusc am realizat: eu sunt personajul negativ din poveste! Puneti-ma la zid acum, aveti tot dreptul.. Asa cum si eu am dreptul sa nu imi pese..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-5649204417036500832?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/5649204417036500832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/02/acum-o-sa-vars-tot.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5649204417036500832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5649204417036500832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/02/acum-o-sa-vars-tot.html' title='Acum o sa vars tot...'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-1370636085240591020</id><published>2011-01-16T02:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:10:10.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caiet gol. Pagina alba</title><content type='html'>Cand am trecut prin prima dezamagire, prima deziluzie, prima inima jupuita de continut, mi-am ars caietul cu poezii. Si acum regret.. Odata cu caietul a ars toata perdioada aia, toata viata mea de pana in "el". Si acum, el exista in viata mea, dar viata mea nu-l mai accepta. Si odata cu inima mi-a luat si caietul.Un poet fara caiet e...Doar un alt nefericit care asteapta ceva. Ceva ce nu va avea vreodata. Dar ma consolez cu gandul ca asa l-am alungat.&lt;div&gt;Dar tu? Tu mi-ai jupuit inima, mi-ai smuls buzele si m-ai transformat in ceva in ce nu-mi doream sa fiu vreodata. Genul ala de monstru cu chip de femeie care pandeste din umbra si asteapta orice miscare gresita ca sa atace. De fiecare data mai puternic si mai devastator, facandu-si rau doar sie-si. Nu o sa-ti mai repet ca asta e doar datorita faptului ca lovitura ta sub centura a fost singurul lucru pe care nu il asteptam. Si totul pentru un sarut. Am pierdut tot din cauza unui amarat de sarut. Am ajuns sa ma simt cea mai imputita curva din cauza unui sarut. Macar de ar fi fost un sarut bun.. Si iti amintesti ca tu nu vrusesei sa ma saruti? Ce paradox stupid. Ce iubire oarba. Ce om prost imi dovedesc a fi de fiecare data..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce e mai trist, e ca pentru tine nu am avut caiet. Nu ai fost o fila din viata mea. Si daca ar fi fost, cred ca tu ai fi fost cartea intreaga. Cu coperti scorojite,margini arse, cu pagini ingalbenite si roase..Pentru ca n-am avut altfel de iubire. Pentru ca sa fi sec de puteri nu inseamna neaparat sa nu mai speri. Pentru ca ti-am promis ca o sa trec peste. Si am facut-o. Am trecut peste dorinta nebuna de a te cauta, de a mai vrea sa-ti simt respiratia aproape si mana umeda pe-a mea. Am trecut peste ispita de a-ti mai spune ce simt, pentru ca nu te-a interesat vreodata de nimeni in afara de propria-ti persoana. Am incetat sa-mi mai doresc. Dar nu pot sa nu mai sper. Sper in van, sper nefondat, sper misel, sper cu o placere vinovata, sper cu dorinta si secata de orice sentiment pozitiv catre tine... Dar nu pot sa te urasc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cum te-as uri, daca nu am caiet, sa te sterg din viata mea?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-as dori macar un caiet nou. Sau o pagina alba..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-1370636085240591020?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/1370636085240591020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/01/caiet-gol-pagina-alba.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/1370636085240591020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/1370636085240591020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2011/01/caiet-gol-pagina-alba.html' title='Caiet gol. Pagina alba'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-7093500813853768176</id><published>2010-11-16T21:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:50:55.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mie, pe mine, reda-ma</title><content type='html'>M-ai facut sa ma pierd. Initial, in cuvintele tale. Stiai sa spui exact ce vroiam sa aud. Si pentru o clipa, ratiunea mea a adormit. Si inima a considerat ca esti sincer. Pacat ca nu mi-am trezit ratiunea la timp ca sa ma convinga de adevar. Sau, poate nu am vrut. Apoi m-am pierdut in privirea ta. Te uitai la mine ca un copil inocent care nu pricepe mai nimic din agitatia din jur. Si tocmai inocenta asta m-a facut sa.. Sa cred. In ce? Acum realizez ca nici eu nu stiu.. In final, m-ai facut sa cred in amintirea ta sau a ce ar fi putut sa fie. Cred in continuare ca in tine zace pe undeva omul ala care ma facea mereu sa rad si care mi-a redat increderea in mine.&lt;div&gt;M-ai facut sa uit. Sa uit de demnitatea mea, sa rog, sa implor, sa actionez din implus si, mai presus de orice, sa vars lacrimi de care tu ai aflat. Odata cu ele m-ai facut sa uit si de orgoliul meu nemarginit. Pentru prima data am parasit scena ca un actor huiduit, ca un caine ce fuge de piciorul greu al stapanului.. Am fugit de sansele mele de a-mi fi bine. De a-mi fi bine oriunde, mai putin acolo, cu tine. De fapt, nu am fost niciodata "cu tine". Pentru ca nu a existat niciodata "amandoi". Ai avut grija sa imi amintesti atat de des asta incat uneori stau si ma intreb daca te-am cunoscut cu adevarat sau esti doar un vis de vara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-ai facut sa trec peste. Sa trec peste complexele mele, peste ideile preconcepute, peste parerile gresite..Si mai presus de toate, peste omul care mi-a facut mult rau. Pentru asta, o sa iti fiu mereu recunoscatoare si nu o sa-mi para niciodata rau ca ai existat. Fie in vis, fie real..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-ai ajutat. Cand am avut nevoie, ai fost acolo, nu pot nega. Ai fost acolo cu vorbele potrivite si cu sfaturile mereu bune. Asa ai ajuns sa-mi fi confident, prieten, sfatuitor si mai presus de toate manipulator absolut al sentimentelor mele si obiect al dorintei. Multumesc pentru ajutor, pacat ca la un moment dat ai renuntat. Am fi putut ajunge undeva. Asa, am ajuns de unde am plecat. Tu mai nervos, eu mai nefericita ca niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-ai facut sa-mi dau seama ca am gresit. Recunosc, am fost un copil. Sunt in continuare un copil ascuns sub o masca ironica de durere inchipuita, inconjurata de violenta si zambete false. Dar asta nu e o scuza. Esti omul in fata caruia am gresit cel mai mult si nu iti cer iertare. Nu o sa ma ierti niciodata pentru ca nu o sa intelegi niciodata ce lupta se da in mine. Ma lupt cu ideea ca nu o sa mai fi niciodata al meu. Ma lupt cu neputinta de a da timpul inapoi. Ma lupt cu greselile mele. As vrea sa pot face pace cu mine, dar mai presus de toate, cu tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-ai facut sa plang. Esti primul si ultimul barbat care o sa stie adevaratul motiv al lacrimilor mele. Nu sunt genul ala de adolescenta cu trairi hiperbolizate si sensibilitati acute la diverse fapte, dar simpla ta voce imi cutremura lumea in cel mai oribil mod cu putinta. Cand ma jignesti, imi aduc aminte de clipele cand ma alintai ironic. Cand imi spui ca nu o sa mai fim niciodata impreuna, imi aduc aminte ca imi spuneai ca prima ta relatie serioasa o sa fie cea cu mine. Cand imi spui sa te uit, imi aduc aminte ca singurul motiv pentru care te mai chinui este pentru ca iti este mila. Nu vroiam mila ta, vroiam iubirea ta. Acum nu mai vreau nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-ai facut sa te iubesc. Cum n-am iubit niciodata. Cum nu stiam ca e macar posibil. Cum imi inchipuiam ca o fac doar prostii. In modul ala copilaresc, atat de copilaresc incat ma las orbita de tot si actionez prosteste. In modul ala frumos, atat de frumos incat sunt sigura ca mereu o sa imi aduc aminte cu placere de ceea ce ai reprezentat in ochii mei. In modul ala urat, atat de urat incat ai ajuns sa ma urasti. In modul meu, pe care nu o sa inveti sa-l apreciezi vreodata si pe care nu o sa ti-l poti explica decat daca o sa incerci cu adevarat. In modul in care as vrea sa te vad fericit cu oricine, dar nu ma pot impaca cu ideea ca nu o sa fi niciodata al meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum ca m-ai facut sa fac toate astea, mie pe mine rede-ma. Am nevoie de mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inca ma faci sa-mi fie dor. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-7093500813853768176?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/7093500813853768176/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/11/mie-pe-mine-reda-ma.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7093500813853768176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7093500813853768176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/11/mie-pe-mine-reda-ma.html' title='Mie, pe mine, reda-ma'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-9123615779410631362</id><published>2010-11-07T22:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:03:36.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vise de toamna tarzie..</title><content type='html'>Aveam 19 ani si 6 luni fix. Eram studenta la Jurnalism si ma temeam ca o sa fiu un om de radio foarte prost. Parul meu era rosu aprins si eram tunsa bob. Tu inca aveai parul ala cret care niciodata nu sta, dar intotdeauna arata bine.&lt;div&gt;Aveam o esarfa turcoaz din care zburau scame pe sacoul tau. Era gri si mirosea a tine. Purtam amandoi Conversi. Ai tai verzi. Parea ca iti cautasei drumul in viata prin ei. Ai mei turcoaz. Curati si noi. Eu inca nu-mi cautam drumul.. Eram amandoi imbracati in blugi si pulovere negre. De parca ingropam ceva. De parca eram tristi si nu insemnam nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aveai o geanta mare, neagra. O purtai intr-o parte. In ea aveai un laptop, portofelul ala uzat, un I-pod, guma si un pachet de Malboro Gold lung. Mi-ai dat o tigara. Mereu iti fumez tigarile. Au gust mai bun in pachetul tau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eram foarte slaba si ma certai pentru ca mi-am facut un tatuaj prea mare. Intotdeauna gasesti ceva sa nu iti placa la mine. De parca tu ai fi perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purtam discutii aiurea despre nimicurile care ne plac noua mult. Te fac sa zambesti. Iti ador zambetul ala de copil tamp, dar totusi parsiv. Pana la urma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne-am luat la cearta. Una din certurile noastre stupide si puerile. Te-am sarutat ca sa taci. Tie nu-ti plac saruturile mele. Eu nu m-as mai dezlipi de ale tale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batea vantul si cadeau frunze peste noi. Stateam in parc. De parca altceva nu stim sa facem. Te grabeai. Mereu te grabesti. De parca timpul fuge pe langa tine si tu stai pe loc. De fapt, timpul sta pe loc iar tu fugi pe langa el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai fugit la metrou. Stii ca din cauza ta nu mai imi place metroul. Si totusi.. Te urmez. Te-as urma oriunde..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Urmeaza statia".. M-am trezit. Mi-e dor de tine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mereu ma faci sa-mi fie dor.. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-9123615779410631362?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/9123615779410631362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/11/vise-de-toamna-tarzie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/9123615779410631362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/9123615779410631362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/11/vise-de-toamna-tarzie.html' title='Vise de toamna tarzie..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-458457234975237228</id><published>2010-10-09T18:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:14:56.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca eram..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Daca eram un anotimp, as fi fost &lt;i&gt;primavara&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o luna, as fi fost &lt;i&gt;august&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram zi din saptamana, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;sambata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei, as fi fost &lt;i&gt;miezul noptii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal marin, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;caracatita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal de uscat, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;mustang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;creativitate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Marte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un lichid, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ceai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ochiul-tigrului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un metal, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;fier vechi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;pinguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;trandafirul desertului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o stare a vremii, as fi fost&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; ploaia de vara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un instrument, as fi fost&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; chitara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sentiment, as fi fost&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; ceea ce n-am mai simtit demult. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sunet, as fi fost&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; zgomotul valurilor care se sparg la tarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Hey baby" (Stephen Marley).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"August Rush".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un serial, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Grey's Anatomy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un oras, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;dulce-acrisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o aroma, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;intepatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un material, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;buzele lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un drog, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ilegala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un accesoriu, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;bratara de care imi e inca dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetei, as fi fost&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; expresia de pe chipul unei femei care se indragosteste pt prima data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o materie, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;lemn?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de desene animate, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;simbolul infinitului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o masina, as fi fost &lt;i&gt;un hot rod&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o haina, as fi fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;camasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-458457234975237228?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/458457234975237228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/daca-eram.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/458457234975237228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/458457234975237228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/daca-eram.html' title='Daca eram..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-1240091432604047734</id><published>2010-10-07T21:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:01:08.588+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La ballade of lady &amp; bird</title><content type='html'>Pana nu stric eu totu' nu ma simt bine. Si nici dupa ce stric nu sunt mai multumita.&lt;div&gt;M-am reapucat de colectionat pietre. Stiu atatea despre pietre incat as putea sa fiu un mare expert in chimia rocilor. Pacat ca nu vreau si ca nu ar avea rost. Adica, unii oameni au un creier atat de inutil incat poate fi considerat roca. Si cum neurochirurgi si psihologi avem destui.. Nu vreau sa fiu inutila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In curand, o sa ma REapuc chestii handmade. Si da, primesc idei si dorinte. In curand, o sa aveti o bucatica din imaginatia mea de purtat cu voi oriunde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe final, ma vaicaresc. Vreau si io o pauza. De la tot. Si o relatia normala. Fara complicatii si fara sa o stric ca de fiecare data. Se poate? NU se poate..Stiam. Multumesc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iEx_pfOSNA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iEx_pfOSNA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you be nice to me? You are always nice to me because you are my friend ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-1240091432604047734?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/1240091432604047734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-ballade-of-lady-bird.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/1240091432604047734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/1240091432604047734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-ballade-of-lady-bird.html' title='La ballade of lady &amp; bird'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-997906303670863255</id><published>2010-10-05T21:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:10:32.201+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be</title><content type='html'>Nu pricep multe lucruri in mod recent. Incep sa cred din ce in ce mai serios ca ori sunt eu proasta, ori sunt inconjurata de prosti. Cum am renuntat sa caut raspuns la intrebarea asta, am inceput sa ma concentrez pe chestii mai importante.&lt;div&gt;M-am reapucat de fotografie (apropo, daca cineva vrea o sedinta foto cu tot cu make-up si de toate, contactati-ma). In curand, o sa ma apuc de voluntariat la o casa de copii. Si nu o fac neaparat pentru CV, ci mai mult pentru mine. Cat de curand o sa ma apuc de invatat pentru examenul Cambridge si pentru examenul de ghid turistic. Intre timp, as vrea sa invat putina germana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multe multe planuri. Macar cu atat sa ma aleg din anul asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In week-end o sa merg la Festivalul Castanilor, un festival de folk unde, printre altele, o sa vad si eu, in sfarsit, un recital Ada Milea. Sunt ATAT de entuziasmata, incat nici macar raceala cu care ma lupt, nu imi ia din elan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, nu in ultimul rand, mi-am gasit din nou un zmeu. Eh, poate totusi un pic mai mult pe deviza "nu sunt zmeu, dar pentru ea sunt semi-zeu".. Nu stiu unde o sa ajungem, daca o sa ajungem undeva sau ce o sa se intample maine. Stiu doar ca e dragut sa ai un "speshal one" care te face sa ii apartii. He makes me feel special. In fond, asta e tot ce conteaza si tot ce imi lipsea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentan, ma declar fericita cu evenimentele recente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, mai e ceva.. Ador vocea lui cand imi spune "micuto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm dumb sometimes.. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGhRhaKmD8s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGhRhaKmD8s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-997906303670863255?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/997906303670863255/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-trip-on-how-happy-we-could.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/997906303670863255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/997906303670863255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-trip-on-how-happy-we-could.html' title='Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-8669292289507993813</id><published>2010-09-25T00:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:29:19.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile with no limits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uneori lucrurile nu merg cum ai vrea. Iar alteori, sa spui ca lucrurile merg prost e pur si simplu under-statement (exista vreun termen romanesc pt asta?!). Totusi, daca paharul nu e spart, nu e neaparat sa aiba si o parte plina. Paharul exista, cacatul se intampla. Asta e firea lucrurilor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stiu, persoanelor carora ma cunosc o sa le si para cel putin ciudat ca eu, cea mereu visatoare, indragostita si mai ales optimista, gandesc asa. Cum spuneam, nu mai cred in basme. E putin trist ca un filolog inrait ca mine sa ajunga la concluzia ca "orice actiune are si o reactiune". Se pare totusi ca profesoara de fizica din generala nu m-a batut la cap degeaba cu Newton. Stia omu' ce zice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Revenind la subiect, da, sunt de acord: fiecare dintre noi trebuie sa suporte consecintele actiunilor sale si sa plateasca pentru greseli. Insa cu ce nu sunt de acord, e cu platitul pentru greselile altora. Dar asta e o mancare de peste diferita, care are legatura strict cu trairile mele interioare recente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ce incerc eu sa spun aici e ca nu ar trebui sa ne vaitam, vaicarim si/sau plangem ca ceva merge prost. Ci ar trebui sa facem ceva ca lucrul ala sa se indrepte, daca nu cumva e stricat. Pentru ca, pe de alta parte, ce e stricat, stricat ramane. Hai sa ne obisnuim cu asta! Unii oameni chiar nu observa ca de fiecare data cand incearca sa repare, nu fac altceva decat sa complice situatia. Si eu am fost una din persoanele alea, pana am realizat ca "punct" inseamna "punct", nu "punct si de la capat". Acum lupt cu ideea asta. Si a inceput sa-mi placa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Si nu am vorbit aici despre iubire. Am vorbit despre puterea de a incheia o prietenie, de a-ti lua viata in maini, de a renunta la vicii sau orice altceva te face nefericit. M-am saturat sa vad fete picate si sa aud cum toti se lasa invinsi de cele mai mici cacaturi. Pacat ca nimeni nu ia in considerare alternativa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Teorie de 2 bani tinuta pentru teribilistii care cred ca orice rahat e un capat de tara. Stai ma oameni buni calmi, rahatu' e de la turci, tara lor se termina in mare, s-ar putea sa muriti inecati..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-8669292289507993813?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/8669292289507993813/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-with-no-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/8669292289507993813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/8669292289507993813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-with-no-limits.html' title='Smile with no limits!'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-4392326689513670774</id><published>2010-09-17T00:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:42:13.875+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre nimic</title><content type='html'>Pentru seara asta avem mere verzi, ceai de cirese si lamaie, travie mccoy si grey's. Asta nu compenseaza. Nu ma impac cu gandul ca o sa pierd singurul lucru la care mai aveam voie sa tin. Si da, Ami nu mai are nici macar caine, daraminte vreun sentiment. &lt;div&gt;De la extaz la agonie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cacat, pardon, colac peste pupaza.. Inca imi e dor de tipul de la metrou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar de maine o iau de la capat, ca doar am aflat ca ma pandeste dializa la coltu' strazii. Sunt curioasa cat pot s-o ocolesc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate trec ba, da-le dracu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. &lt;/b&gt;Tone si kile de felicitari pentru cea mai noua soferita din randu' nostru, Adda.. Dama la volan, am zis!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-4392326689513670774?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/4392326689513670774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/despre-nimic.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4392326689513670774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4392326689513670774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/despre-nimic.html' title='Despre nimic'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-4812708985235697423</id><published>2010-09-15T23:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:40:47.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am furat o leapsa si-un zambet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;1. Când ai simţit că părinţii tăi au fost cu adevărat mândri de tine ?&lt;br /&gt;Ultima oara, cand am intrat la liceu.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pe cine ai dezamăgit cel mai tare?&lt;br /&gt;Probabil pe fostul meu prieten.&lt;br /&gt;3. La ce eşti cel mai bun, ce ştii să faci mai bine decât toţi oamenii pe care-i cunoşti personal?&lt;br /&gt;Prajitura cu biscuiti si ceva ce nu poate fi spus pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ce crezi că e cel mai enervant la tine, în ochii celor dragi ?&lt;br /&gt;Momentele proaste in care n-am chef de nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;5. Care e lucrul cel mai groaznic pe care l-ai face pentru bani?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as face nimic ingrozitor. You know, I do not give a fuck about money.&lt;br /&gt;6. Care crezi că e cea mai importantă calitate pe care ai moştenit-o de la părinţii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca am mostenit cine stie ce calitate..&lt;br /&gt;7. Când ai simţit că ai arătat cel mai bine din toată viaţa ta ?&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram slaba.&lt;br /&gt;8. Care e cel mai prost om pe care-l cunoşti?&lt;br /&gt;Ala care a plecat si s-a tot intors in viata mea de parca eram non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;9. Care e sunetul care te enervează cel mai tare?&lt;br /&gt;Scasnitul din dinti.&lt;br /&gt;10. La ce eveniment din viaţa ta ai fost cel mai emoţionat?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, ar fi penibil sa zic. Era ceva ce includea un tren.&lt;br /&gt;11. Care ar fi singurul lucru pe care ţi-ar plăcea să-l furi (fiind singura şansă de a-l avea…)?&lt;br /&gt;Iertarea cuiva important.&lt;br /&gt;12. Care a fost cel mai stânjenitor moment din viaţa ta?&lt;br /&gt;Cand a sunat telefonu' intr-un moment nepotrivit.&lt;br /&gt;13. În faţa cui te simţi cel mai pierdut, emoţionat, blocat ?&lt;br /&gt;Nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;14. Când ţi-a fost cel mai greu să spui adevărul?&lt;br /&gt;Cand mi-am recunoscut greselile.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ce-ai vrea să schimbi cel mai tare în viaţa ta ?&lt;br /&gt;Am schimbat..Anturajul, felul de a fi, parul, am renuntat la excese, deci..Absolut nimic.&lt;br /&gt;16. Cu cine vorbeşti cel mai des despre sex ?&lt;br /&gt;In general cu baietii care vor sa ma ... Nu ca ar reusi, dar ii las sa-mi explice macar motivele :))&lt;br /&gt;17. Care e cea mai proastă scuză pe care ai folosit-o vreodată?&lt;br /&gt;Ca am inselat ca sa nu stric relatia. Pam pam.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ce nu i-ai putea ierta niciodată omului pe care-l iubeşti ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu ii pese cand spun "te iubesc"&lt;br /&gt;19. Ce calitate a jumătăţii tale de viata iţi este cea mai dragă?&lt;br /&gt;Nu am jumatate, nu imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;20. Care a fost jucăria ta preferată in copilărie ?&lt;br /&gt;Prima mea papusa Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;21. Pe cine te bazezi dacă ţi se întâmplă o nenorocire?&lt;br /&gt;Pe Axy si pe Adda.&lt;br /&gt;22. Pe cine simţi cel mai tare nevoia să protejezi ?&lt;br /&gt;Pe Axy&lt;br /&gt;23. Care e domeniul despre care ai vrea să ştii cel mai mult ?&lt;br /&gt;Inca nu m-am hotarat.&lt;br /&gt;24. Cine-ţi lipseşte cel mai tare în acest moment?&lt;br /&gt;Baiatu' de la metrou.&lt;br /&gt;25. În ce privinţă crezi că eşti cel mai puţin înţeles ?&lt;br /&gt;Cand cer sa fiu tratata cu respect.&lt;br /&gt;26. Care e cel mai frumos cuvânt din limba ta?&lt;br /&gt;Ipocrizie, ne defineste pe toti.&lt;br /&gt;27. Unde te simţi cel mai în siguranţă?&lt;br /&gt;In bratele lui.&lt;br /&gt;28. Care a fost cel mai frumos compliment ce ţi s-a făcut vreodată?&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa spun.&lt;br /&gt;29. Care e persoana care te face să râzi, să te simţi relaxat ?&lt;br /&gt;Toti prietenii mei.&lt;br /&gt;30. Pentru ce te rogi cel mai des ?&lt;br /&gt;Cui sa ma rog?&lt;br /&gt;31. Cine te-a influenţat cel mai mult până acum?&lt;br /&gt;Pfuuu..Nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;32. Care a fost primul tău vis împlinit?&lt;br /&gt;Nu s-a implinit inca.&lt;br /&gt;33. În ce an al vieţii tale ai simţit ca te-ai schimbat cel mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ce invenţie din acest secol crezi că are cel mai mare impact în viaţa ta?&lt;br /&gt;Telefonul mobil..&lt;br /&gt;35. Care a fost cel mai îndrăzneţ lucru pe care l-ai făcut (sau l-ai face) cu o persoană de acelaşi sex cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;Un sarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-4812708985235697423?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/4812708985235697423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-furat-o-leapsa-si-un-zambet.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4812708985235697423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4812708985235697423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-furat-o-leapsa-si-un-zambet.html' title='Am furat o leapsa si-un zambet.'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-5810691288086447978</id><published>2010-09-15T20:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:04:08.718+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' somethin'..</title><content type='html'>Se spune ca fiecare om important lasa in urma o amintire frumoasa. Asta ar explica de ce imi e dor de atat de multe lucruri, cum ar fi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa-mi cante cineva la chitara, la web, cu microfonul pornit;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa merg noaptea la 2 pe jos acasa cu ochelari de soare la ochi, cu o punga de seminte si cu o apa plata;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa ma dau cu presul la palat;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa pierdem nopti in 4 jucand rummy;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa pierdem nopti in fata scarii la o tabla, o maslina, o atentie;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de concertele foarte tari din raposatu' Blue;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de discutiile interminabile pe teme filozofice numai de noi intelese purtate cu un om care din pacate nu mai e printre noi;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de numele formatiilor scrise cu markerul pe banca din generala;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de vremurile in care imi era rusine de un EL si nu puteam sa ma comport normal;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de prima data cand m-am indragostit;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de datile cand ma certam cu cineva pe haosul din capul meu legat de muzica si de faptul ca ascult prea multe genuri;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de prietenul meu cel cu mult talent si mult creier a carui prietenie am pierdut-o ca o proasta;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de strada care duce din Carol la Tineretului si pe care am mers de mana ca doi copii prosti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Totusi, cel mai si cel mai dor imi e de sarutul ala de la metrou. Nimic n-o sa se compare cu asta. Niciodata. Momentul meu de film. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-5810691288086447978?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/5810691288086447978/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/missin-somethin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5810691288086447978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5810691288086447978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/missin-somethin.html' title='Missin&apos; somethin&apos;..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-2303326546586289231</id><published>2010-09-14T21:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:53:21.217+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back!</title><content type='html'>Am abandonat scrisul pe blog. Da, stiu. Se intampla din nou. Promit ca din momentul asta sa imi reiau activitatea si sa termin tutorialul pentru amdoar18ani.ro.&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, e toamna. Si cum altfel ar fi putut sa inceapa toamna decat cu multe tampenii si multe lucruri penibile. Din ciclul "da mama cu cheia sol in mine" astazi avem urmatoarele:&lt;br /&gt;- in prima zi de scoala si-a facut aparitia din nou minunatul excrement de pasare pe pantalonii bietei mele colege :))&lt;br /&gt;- unii se asteapta sa le fie asternut covorul rosu in curtea liceului si sa fie asteptati cu urale la fumat, partea amuzanta e cand nu te dai din calea lor si se panicheaza;&lt;br /&gt;- am pierdut o persoana pe care o consideram prieten pentru ca am vrut sa-mi tin promisiunea, iar acea persoana a fost ranita in orgoliu de taria mea de caracter;&lt;br /&gt;- am inchis multe capitole si am promis ca anul asta o sa invat si o sa ajung mereu pe la scoala *cough bullshit cough*;&lt;br /&gt;- nu mai astept nimic de la nimeni, ar fi doar extrem de placut ca cineva sa ma ierte pentru cea mai mare greseala a mea de pana acum;&lt;br /&gt;- nu mai sunt roscata si am parul scurt, iar in curand o sa fiu o blonda care gandeste. am zis. si, bonus, o sa imi fac si tatuajul cu papusa. pentru ca pot.&lt;br /&gt;- am avut cea mai frumoasa vara de pana acum. restul e muzica de fundal.&lt;br /&gt;- mi-am reluat obiceiul de a bea ceai si era sa explodeze o cana in cuptorul cu microunde datorita excesului meu de zel :));&lt;br /&gt;- s-a inchis unul din cele doua cluburi in care se tineau concerte hip-hop in prea-minunatul meu oras, dar totusi am primit ocazia sa vad o piesa cu Dan Puric. Compenseaza?&lt;br /&gt;- si mi-am gasit si imnul pentru anul asta. Ceva optimist si total adevarat: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/04zaL7wIbmc/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04zaL7wIbmc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04zaL7wIbmc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-2303326546586289231?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/2303326546586289231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/2303326546586289231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/2303326546586289231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-7133403428720757556</id><published>2010-06-15T12:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:32:44.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vara verde</title><content type='html'>Intai a fost verde, apoi negru iar la final, rosu. Si verde, si negru, si rosu. Poate verde, poate negru, poate rosu. Verde. Negru. Rosu. Verde, negru, rosu. Nici verde, nici negru, nici rosu. Verdenegrurosu.&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri pretioase irosite in muguri si cristale. Amintiri inecate in fum si in aburi de alcool ieftin la pet. Amintiri pierdute pe ganguri intunecate si printre oameni prea grabiti ca sa prinda clipa sub talpi fara a o strivi. Amintiri mai mult sau mai putin amintite. Amintiriamintiriamintiri...&lt;br /&gt;Mergi pe o strada fara sfarsit si fara inceput. Pe o alee care te va duce aproape sigur catre nicaieri si in mod cert catre singurul loc unde ai vrea sa fii. Strada nu se mai termina, ai mers prea mult, ai gandit prea putin. Nu mai poti respira, te inconjoara.. E peste tot. Intai un puf, apoi un poc si in sfarsit, un zbang. Un zgomot mai puternic decat orice, o mie de ganduri care se sparg simultan pe epitaful nebuniei tale.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai casa, nu ai sperante, esti un om al nimanui si al nimicului si acum ti-ai pierdut si nebunia. Ti-au ramas doar visele.. Hraneste-le, cultiva-le, anesteziaza-le, omoara-le.&lt;br /&gt;H2O, enzoylmethylecgonine, diacetylmorphine, THC, lysergic acid diethylamide, d-lysergic acid amide, 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine. Nu le spui pe nume, le spui substante. Nu le spui moarte, le spui relaxare. Nu le spui ce nu te intreaba si nu le spui ce nu vor sa stie. Totusi, ele ce si cum iti spun tie?&lt;br /&gt;E vara. E ultima ta vara in modul semi-constient si ultima scapare din rahatul cotidian. La sfarsitul ei vei uita. Vei uita toate canapelele in care ai dormit sau nu, toate plicurile golite si timbrele pierdute in noptile prea lungi. Vei uita somnul prost si baia jegoasa de la mare, vei uita drumul prea lung catre munte. Vei uita soarele arzator, marea, nisipul fin, vantul rece, muzica tare si vei uita oamenii.. Oamenii cu care ai impartit totul dar nimic. Oamenii care au furat rand pe rand o farama din esenta ta si ti-au redat-o zugravita in culori psihedelice.. O sa uiti totul, dar n-o sa te uiti pe tine.. Sa ai o vara frumoasa junkistule!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-7133403428720757556?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/7133403428720757556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/06/vara-verde.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7133403428720757556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7133403428720757556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/06/vara-verde.html' title='Vara verde'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-6188630745043053907</id><published>2010-06-08T12:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:40:03.342+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre carti..Leapsa</title><content type='html'>1)Ce carte nu ai împrumuta şi de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as fi imprumutat "Egiptologul" de Arthur Phillips daca stiam ca nu imi va fi inapoiata (p.s in caz ca a ajuns pe la vreunul din voi va rog insistent sa mi-o inapoiati, avea valoare sentimentala deosebita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Ce carte nu ai recomanda şi de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;"Nu toata iarba e la fel" de Alain Gavrilutiu pentru ca multi s-ar putea sa nu rezoneze cu autorul si sa blameze viziunea sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ce carte nu ai citi niciodată ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as citi carti de tip "ghid", cum ar fi "Ce faci daca dai peste urs la Polu' Nord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ce carte nu ai cumpăra niciodată şi de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Orice carte cu tente rasiste, orice carte care discrimineaza, orice carte care contine trimiteri la orientari politice si religiozitate accentuata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ce carte nu ai scrie niciodată şi de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca as putea scrie poezie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Care ar fi prima carte pe care ai da o, întru citire, copiilor tăi ?&lt;br /&gt;Colectia mea cu carti de fratii Grimm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Care a fost cartea copilăriei tale ?&lt;br /&gt;Greu de spus. Cred ca pe rand, a fost colectia de povesti a fratilor Grimm si alte povesti, apoi mai tarziu spre anii adolescentei am trecut la "Anomalii" si la "De veghe-n lanul de secara"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Cartea pe care ai făcut o cadou ultima dată, ai citit o ?&lt;br /&gt;Da, "Enciclopedia Zmeilor" de Mircea Cartarescu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ce carte ţi a marcat felul de a fi ?&lt;br /&gt;"Viata pe un peron" de Octavian Paler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ce carte pe care ai citit o ai lua după tine pe o insulă pustie ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as putea alege o singura carte, dar cred ca ar fi "Un veac de singuratate" a lui Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Dintr-un motiv sau altul, sa simt foarte atasata de acea carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ce carte pe care nu ai citit o ai risca s o iei cu tine pe o insulă pustie ?&lt;br /&gt;"O mie de farame" a lui James Frey. Am citit-o partial si m-a fascinat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Cum se numeşte cartea pe care ai citit o de cele mai multe ori ?&lt;br /&gt;"Anomalii" de Joey Goebel si "Travesti" de Mircea Cartarescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Numeşte o carte plictisitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Cele pe care ni le indeasa pe gat programa scoalara?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Numeşte o carte pe care ai început o, dar n ai terminat o.&lt;br /&gt;"Iubire etc" de Julian Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Povesteşte cum cumperi o carte&lt;br /&gt;Imi petrec o buna bucata de timp in librarie, analizez toate cartile care m-ar putea interesa si apoi ma limitez la 1..sau 2. Ajung acasa, in noaptea respectiva o termin de citit si in nicio saptamana sunt inapoi in librarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)La ce renunţi ca să cumperi o carte ?&lt;br /&gt;La lucruri care nu imi sunt neaparat necesare. Cu toate ca, ultima data am renuntat la o pereche de pantaloni de care chiar aveam nevoie pentru 4 carti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) La ce nu renunţi ca să cumperi o carte ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu as renunta la un bilet la o piesa de teatru/concert sau la ultimii bani de tigari (da, astept reprosurile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Cărţile cărei edituri îţi plac cel mai mult ?&lt;br /&gt;Humanitas, clar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Cât timp a trecut de când ţi ai cumpărat ultima carte ?&lt;br /&gt;3-4 zile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Ce carte ai împrumutat ultima dată ?&lt;br /&gt;"Rebecca" de Daphne du Maurier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Câţi ţărani au participat la Răscoala din 1907 ?&lt;br /&gt;Multi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Scriitorul român preferat.&lt;br /&gt;Mircea Cartarescu, Octavian Paler si Simona Popescu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Scriitorul străin preferat.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Joey Goebel, Paulo Choelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Ecranizarea cărei cărţi ţi ai dori s o vezi ?&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea în vremea holerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Numeşte o carte a cărei ecranizare ţi a plăcut mai mult decât romanul în sine.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Numeşte o carte bună cu o ecranizare proastă.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Numeşte un blogger pe care l citeşti cu plăcere.&lt;br /&gt;Mihai Bendeac?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Numeşte un blogger pe care ai vrea să l cunoşti.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Ce cântăreţ/trupă ţi ar plăcea să cânte în România ?&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Numeşte întrebarea care ţi place cel mai mult - nu dintre acestea, în general.&lt;br /&gt;"Vii cu mine?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-6188630745043053907?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/6188630745043053907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/06/despre-cartileapsa_08.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6188630745043053907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6188630745043053907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/06/despre-cartileapsa_08.html' title='Despre carti..Leapsa'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-6836897235824772999</id><published>2010-03-31T11:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:12:28.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploua</title><content type='html'>Te trezesti. E inca o zi. E ultima zi in care ai dreptul sa fi indecis. Iti promiti ca maine vei stii exact ce trebuie sa faci, cu toate ca esti perfect constient ca nu vei fi. Ai dreptul sa te minti, sa fii optimist si putin visator.&lt;br /&gt;Apa ti se pare mai rece azi, iar dintii tai mult prea murdari. Sau poate te gandeai la suflet?! Nu mai conteaza. N-ai timp sa fi profund. Te duci buimac la frigider si scoti de acolo.. o mare portie de inghetata. Nu esti un om normal, asa ca de ce ai lua un mic dejun normal? &lt;br /&gt;Te uiti in oglinda. Nu semeni cu tine. Ai cearcane, pete rosii si o expresie rautacioasa pe chip. Ce s-a intamplat cu buna-dispozitie a altor vremuri?&lt;br /&gt;N-ai timp sa analizezi acest aspect. Te pregatesti in graba, doar ca sa constati ca oricum ai intarziat. Si parca nici parul nu-ti sta azi. Azi ai dreptul sa fi suparat pe propriul tau par.&lt;br /&gt;Te uiti la adidasii tai. Brusc iti dai seama ca "daca ai asemenea adidasi, nu-ti mai trebuie pedale". Sunt prea murdari, prea vechi, te-au purtat pe prea multe drumuri gresite. Asta e.. Trebuie sa pleci, nu ai timp sa rascolesti cutia cu amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Iesi si brusc iti dai seama ca singurul lucru gresit la dimineata asta este faptul ca..&lt;br /&gt;Ploua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-6836897235824772999?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/6836897235824772999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/ploua.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6836897235824772999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6836897235824772999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/ploua.html' title='Ploua'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-3961739492393135973</id><published>2010-03-30T20:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:38:11.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei random</title><content type='html'>1. Imi e dor de primul meu blog. Imi e dor de serile in care comentam cu persoane dragi mie ce scriam acolo. Imi e dor de momentele in care ma citea multa lume si regaseam franturi din posturile mele in creeatia altora. Dar, am crescut. Nu mai cred in povesti cu Feti-Frumosi, prin urmare nu la mai pot scrie. Nu mai cred nici macar in iubire, dar asta e alta poveste. Acum am un blog de care nu stie nimeni. Noir a disparut. Noir is no longer love.&lt;div&gt;2. Trebuia sa fac un playlist al lunii. Probabil mai tarziu sau maine seara, dar promit ca va exista inainte de finalul lunii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Am descoperit ca iubirea este o dependenta ce exista sub 3 forme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;psihica &lt;/b&gt;- este dependenta care se manifesta sub forma obsesiei. Iubirea care te face sa te gandesti ca nu poti trai fara persoana respectiva, care o face sa fie centrul existentei si actiunilor tale. Este dependenta care te face sa iti fie dor de starile prin care ai trecut alaturi de cineva, nu neaparat de persoana respectiva. Este iubirea distructiva care nu are un final fericit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;afectiva&lt;/b&gt; - este reprimarea conventiilor. Este iubirea care loveste cand nu te astepti, care te ia prin surprindere si nu iti dai seama ca e acolo. Este o dependenta de care fiecare dintre noi are nevoie intr-un moment sau altul. Pentru ca e bine sa stii ca exista cineva care iti va da mereu o imbratisare si iti va spune exact ce vrei sa auzi. Este iubirea care dispare in timp, dar lasa intotdeauna o amintire placuta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;fizica&lt;/b&gt; - este dependenta ce defineste esenta iubirii. Este nevoia de a avea o jumatate, este nevoia de a te simti complet. Este iubirea facuta pentru cei care nu functioneaza decat in cuplu. Este iubirea ce rezista in timp si duce la relatii de lunga durata. Pe de alta parte, este iubirea care naste fiintele detestabile numite amante.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dependenta&lt;b&gt; psihica&lt;/b&gt; de o persoana este cel mai rau lucru posibil. Testat si dovedit. Cel mai greu este insa cand &lt;b&gt;afectiv&lt;/b&gt; si &lt;b&gt;fizic&lt;/b&gt; depinzi de o persoana, iar &lt;b&gt;psihic&lt;/b&gt; de o alta. Cine stie, cunoaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dintr-o fetita cuminte si timida, am devenit o adolescenta puternica si matura. Putin prea matura. Daca ma temeam de orice tip de afectiune, acum am ajuns sa pot manipula persoanele dupa bunul meu plac. Pentru mine atractia si sentimentele au devenit doar un joc. Prietenele mele ma admira pentru asta. Eu ma simt doar.. pustie. Nu am ajuns un om deloc bun. E greu sa simti asta despre tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Nu pricep de ce toate fructele au eticheta si de ce in ultima vreme nu mai pot bea cafea. Cola deja a disparut de tot din meniul meu. Si uneori e bine sa mananci sanatos si sa te simti extrem de bine din cauza asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Am descoperit partea amuzanta din noi. Partea care iese la iveala in fiecare primavara si dispare toamna. Imi era dor. Anul asta e "Heidi, fetita muntilor" si "Steluta". Daca cele doua personaje isi pastreaza amuzamentul si unicitatea, o sa fie o vara frumoasa si plina. In caz contrar, ne dam cu presul la palat. Cine stie cunoaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. E prima data cand iesim de la liceu pe lumina. E un sentiment placut de "sfertivara" care pluteste in aer si care ma face sa iau drumul spre liceu zilnic. Este de asemeni un sentiment care ma face sa fumez mai des in pauze, dar per total, e un sentiment placut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Am un nou tic verbal. El este "am purces". L-am primit cu dragoste de la domnisoarele Axy si Cristina si acum il ingrijesc. Se va face mare si il voi da la scoala. Va imbatrani alaturi de mine si apoi va muri. Asa au patit si "ce romantic" si "trist". "Frate" se incapataneaza inca sa nu plece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Trebuiau sa fie 9. Asa ca:"Steluta, esti doar o vaca" si "Heidi (citit HAIDI) na".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-3961739492393135973?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/3961739492393135973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/idei-random.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/3961739492393135973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/3961739492393135973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/idei-random.html' title='Idei random'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-7767272892651514282</id><published>2010-03-29T21:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:04:44.244+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stari dubioase</title><content type='html'>Am pus playlist-ul pe shuffle si cam asta a iesit:&lt;div&gt;1. Seabird - Falling for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Dana - Te iubesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Beatles - Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Roy Orbison - Only The Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Mates of State - My Only Offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nelly Furtado - Well, well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. SOJA - True Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 3 Doors Down - It's Not My Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Mika- Stuck in the Middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The Police - Every Breath You Take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Wayne Wonder - No Letting Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Arssura - Cel Mai Bun Prieten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Rod Stewart - You're In My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Parazitii - Prieteni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Secondhand Serenade - Let It Roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Luna Amara - Into Another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Vita de Vie - Nod in gat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Vita de Vie - Praf de stele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Vama Veche - Vama Veche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Secondhand Serenade - Like a Knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Parazitii - Cum sa jignesti o femeie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Coldplay - Viva la Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Norah Jones - I'll Be Your Baby Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Metallica - King Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Otis Redding - I've Been Loving You Too Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Gomez - Little Pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Nelly Furtado - My Love Grows Deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Metallica - Sad but true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Patrice - He don't answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Taxi - Unde cauti tu iubirea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu toate ca a trebuit sa apas de foarte multe ori butonul cu "Piesa precendenta" ca sa alcatuiesc lista asta, cred ca piesele vorbesc de la sine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi rezerv dreptul  sa cred ca Winamp-ul ma uraste. Dintre toate melodiile din playlist, nu puteau sa inceapa decat in ordinea ASTA, piesele ASTEA care clar duc cu gandul la o anumita situatie in care ma regasesc in ultima perioada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe deviza, "de ce iti e frica, de aia nu scapi". Am scapat de un sentiment care ma macina de foarte mult timp, doar ca sa dau de altul mai... Straniu si fara sens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me wonder.. Do I really need to fuck this up?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. In timp ce scriam asta, a inceput "R.E.M - The One I Love". I rest my case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-7767272892651514282?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/7767272892651514282/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/stari-dubioase.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7767272892651514282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7767272892651514282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/stari-dubioase.html' title='Stari dubioase'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-644321478609986046</id><published>2010-03-24T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:08:45.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De-a joaca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(141, 141, 141); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reguli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-pune playerul pe shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-da next la fiecare intrebare -scrie titlul melodiei ca raspuns, chiar daca nu se potriveste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1)Cum te simti azi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hara- Aiurea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2)Vei ajunge departe in viata? &lt;b&gt;Alex Velea - Secret (Agresiv Remix)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3)Cum te vad prietenii tai? &lt;b&gt;The Rolling Stones - Satisfaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4)Te vei casatori? &lt;b&gt;Cargo - Baga-ti mintile in cap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5)Care este cantecul care iti defineste cel mai bun prieten? &lt;b&gt;Parazitii- Emotii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6)Care este povestea vietii tale? &lt;b&gt;Kate Havnevik - Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7)Cum a fost viata de liceu? &lt;b&gt;Omul Cu Sobolani - Vodka &amp;amp; Anticonceptionale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8)Poti avansa in viata?&lt;b&gt; Parazitii - In focuri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9)Care este cel mai bun lucru la prietenii tai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bon Jovi - Last Cigarette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10)Ce te asteapta in week-end? &lt;b&gt; Secondhand Serenade - Stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11)Ce cantec te descrie? &lt;b&gt;Flogging Molly - Drunken Lullabies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12)Ce cantec iti descrie bunicii? &lt;b&gt;Laura Andresan &amp;amp; Grasu XXL - XXX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13)Cum decurge viata ta? &lt;b&gt; Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14)Ce cantec se va canta la inmormantarea ta?&lt;b&gt; Snow Patrol - You Could Be Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15)Cum te vad ceilalti? &lt;b&gt;Parazitii - Nu ma schimbi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16)Vei avea o viata fericita?&lt;b&gt; Utah Jazz - It's A Utah Jazz Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17)Oamenii te doresc in secret? &lt;b&gt;The Hard Lessons   Wedding Ring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18)Cum te poti face fericit?  &lt;b&gt;Guano Apes - Plastic Mouth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19)Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?  &lt;b&gt;Parazitii - Radio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Prima data a iesit mai amuzant. Acum e socant de potrivit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.2&lt;/b&gt; O sa fac o leaspa cu aceleasi reguli, dar cu 100 de intrebari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-644321478609986046?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/644321478609986046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-joaca.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/644321478609986046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/644321478609986046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-joaca.html' title='De-a joaca..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-8632641974781722108</id><published>2010-02-18T23:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:35:12.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca uneori doare sa-mi aduc aminte. &lt;div&gt;Pentru ca uneori nu e de ajuns sa-ti amintesc ca exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca uneori as da orice pentru un simplu sarut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca m-am pierdut pe mine in cautarea ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu are rost sa mai incerc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca uneori simt ca nu am destule lacrimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca in bratele tale m-am simtit completa si perfecta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu te-ai multumit cu imperfectiunea mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca am lasat totul deoparte pentru tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca tu nu ai renuntat la nimic pentru mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca am incercat sa ma razbun, dar nu am fost destul de puternica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ai distrus lumea perfecta in care aveam impresia ca traiesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca mi-am lasat in urma si ultima farama de inocenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca am ce sa-ti reprosez, dar nu pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca tu nu-mi poti reprosa decat ca te-am iubit neconditionat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ura se naste din iubire, iar iubirea nu poate exista fara ura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca stiu ca nu esti fericit, dar ai ramas ipocrit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu te inteleg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ma consideri prea complicata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca preferi siguranta in locul iubirii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca te complaci in prostia de zi cu zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu am invatat sa nu-mi mai pese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca a trecut prea mult timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu stiu cine sunt si ce vreau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca esti permanent in mintea mea, oricat de departe ar zbura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca visele mele se implinesc, oricat de neplacute ar fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca a fost prea mult rau si nu mai poate fi bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca eram doi copii, iar acum nu mai suntem nici macar atat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu ai reusit sa ma inveti ce inseamna sa iubesti, dar am aflat singura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca atunci cand privesc in urma te vad ca pe cel mai rau lucru care mi se putea intampla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca esti cel mai bun lucru care mi s-a intamplat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca din cauza ta m-am maturizat mai rapid decat ar fi fost cazul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca as trece peste orice doar ca sa te am din nou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca sunt constienta ca nu te mai pot avea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca m-ai facut sa dezvolt vicii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca esti cel mai bolnav gand din mintea mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca arati superb chiar si cand esti ciufulit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca esti opusul a tot ceea ce caut in cineva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca timpul e doar o scuza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca a durut prea mult ca sa mai existe placere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca amandoi am gresit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca amandoi am renuntat prea usor. Sau poate prea greu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu am vrut sa te ascult. Sau nu am reusit sa te aud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca in imbecilitatea mea, am crezut ca ai o urma de suflet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca am crezut ca poti fi mai mult decat imaginea ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca stiu ca in tine zace un om cu adevarat inteligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca exista prea multe stereotipuri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ne-am indepartat mult prea mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca am spus cuvinte pe care apoi le-am regretat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca n-am stiut unde sa ne ascundem cand am fugit de noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca imi e al naibii de dor de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru alte 1000 de motive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar mai presus de toate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca te iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-8632641974781722108?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/8632641974781722108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-life.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/8632641974781722108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/8632641974781722108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-life.html' title='Get a life..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-5693229551676774291</id><published>2010-02-12T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:01:19.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic?</title><content type='html'>In primul rand, cel mai stpid vis posibil: Intr-io zi torida de vara eram cu buna mea prietena A. intr-un loc cu multi skateri. Deodata, tipul la care ea tinea in realitate si de care tocmai se despartise in vis (daca nu ma insel), se apropie de noi. Dorind sa-i las pe A. si R. in pace, ma duc sa ma asez pe o banca circulara (care exista in realitate in acel loc). Apoi, brusc *introduceti aici surle si trambite de gen: Pam pam!; Buf!; Zdrang! etc etc* apare EL. Tipul din vis. Tipul care iti face inima sa ti-o ia la trap, tipul perfect in opinia ta. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EL spune: "Hai cu mine!". Evident, il urmezi. Nu stiu cum, am ajuns pe un tobogan cu apa. Cand am coborat, eram in.. Targoviste unde E. si T. ma asteptau. Nu stiu din ce motiv bizar, ele erau in paltoane si cu fulare. Cand m-am intors, tipul disparuse. Atunci, m-am trezit si-am spus in glumea ca daca o sa gasesc tipul asta o sa ma marit cu el (in alta conjunctura, maritisul era ultimul lucru pe lista mea). Asta a fost in..Iulie sau august?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum, partea stranie pentru care unii o sa ma creada mai mult decat putin deplasata: visele mele se implinesc sub o forma sau alta. Drept dovada, aseara rascolind prin blogroll-ul lui A., am gasit blog-ul lui. Da, EL!! Putin mai inalt, mai bine-facut si cu parul mai inchis la culoare. Dar, acelasi stil vestimentar, aceeasi tunsoare, acelasi format al fetei, aceeasi culoare a ochilor..well, you get the point. Evident, ma asteptam ca un astfel de tip sa existe intr-adevar, dar ma asteptam sa locuiasca in alta tara, sau eventual la sute de kilometrii distanta si sa tinda care lucruri foarte diferite fata de mine plus vreo 10 ani in buletin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ce sa vezi.. Distanta se masoara in jumatati de ora. In plus, diferenta de varsta dintre noi este infima, iar cariera la care aspira e aceeasi cu cariera la care aspir eu. De parca n-ar fi de ajuns, suntem aceeasi zodie si impartasim un hobby, o obsesie si un tic verbal. Asta a fost socul initial. Evident, tipul este intr-o relatie de lunga durata si foarte fericita. Culmea, cu o tipa care pare chiar okay. Ca doar asa e-n viata.. De unde si:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's like meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Asta pentru ca spuneam ca sunt inconjurata de coincidente. Evident, inca o coincidenta sadica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-5693229551676774291?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/5693229551676774291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-it-ironic.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5693229551676774291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5693229551676774291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic?'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-6462914428577362202</id><published>2010-02-08T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:43:27.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist-ul lunii</title><content type='html'>Cateva melodii care merg la fix cu starile mele recente (a se vedea dezgustul pentru data de 14, frigul si sentimentele dubioase care ma incearca).. Un fel de soundtrack al lunii februarie:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n1mfhFBYdg"&gt;Texas - Say what you want&lt;/a&gt; (nu Axy, nu o texana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCH_drbSA7k"&gt; Insane Clown Posse - F**k the world&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY5xEXyVh_U"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Never again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYh2Jv48mko"&gt;Kimya Dawson - My rollercoaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taFiXT5J90"&gt;Kimya Dawson - So nice, so smart&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUh7D0G0veg"&gt;Puya - Doamna si vagabondul&lt;/a&gt; (don't even ask, stiu ca am stricat o lista cu muzica buna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSp8NFTDqAw"&gt;CIA ft. Grasu XXL -  Avem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3pKD1rH6tA"&gt;Bitza - Sinteze/Tezele pacatului&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFtw8G5nSI4"&gt;Radiohead - Creep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkuOAY-S6OY"&gt;R.A.T.M - Killing in the name of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NSL7SqzTjE"&gt;Spike - Sub papuc&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FC2DUFo-l4"&gt;Urma - Buy me with a coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJAOLhorkzM"&gt;Travka - Inger sedat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oRnNNOrHdw"&gt;Bitza - Cronica unei vedete&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xgt-SJD5fxU"&gt;Maximilian cu Spike - Supererou' tau (La La La Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LSCc1E72Qo"&gt;El Negro - Linistea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnRNFv8jmSg"&gt;Travka - Corabila nebunilor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZo93VD74Nw"&gt;Alternosfera - Ploile nu vin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcxcAgt7g0M"&gt;Alternosfera - Femeia nordica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ojbm0JGEH0"&gt;Travka - Urban Violent&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAHsg3tBUWM"&gt;OCS - Depresia toamna-iarna&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zb21zknMSE"&gt;Bob Marley - Hotel California ( Reggae version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnEDSBriVXk"&gt; Soko - I'll kill her&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOPVRJB1-9c"&gt;Soko - My wet dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO8i7RlEuMA"&gt;Soko - I will never love you more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_v1rUNlmIc"&gt;Soko - Shitty day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tn1W12gt_2w"&gt;Mitza Agr - Coca&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-l7riQoSWyg"&gt;Skizzo Skillz feat. Grasu XXL - Gandu' poate ucide&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xawYl5nJ4LA"&gt;El Negro - Doua fire de iarba&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4As92tGBt-c"&gt;Carbon feat. Grasu XX, Cedry2k si Doc - 4la verde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam atat.. Destula muzica buna cat sa ma incarce pentru zilele "minunate" care vor urma. Nu uitati.. "Love is the ultimate trip!" Sau nu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-6462914428577362202?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/6462914428577362202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/playlist-ul-lunii.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6462914428577362202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6462914428577362202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/playlist-ul-lunii.html' title='Playlist-ul lunii'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-7388286427685660218</id><published>2010-02-06T15:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:12:53.529+03:00</updated><title type='text'>More books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) Make red the books you LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;b&gt;Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;b&gt;Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;b&gt;Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41. Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;b&gt;The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;b&gt;Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;i&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;b&gt;Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;i&gt;Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;i&gt;The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;b&gt;Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;b&gt;Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;b&gt;Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.&lt;b&gt; Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;i&gt;The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87. Charlotte’s Web - EB White&lt;br /&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;b&gt;Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;b&gt;The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;b&gt;The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;b&gt;Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;b&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;b&gt;Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-7388286427685660218?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/7388286427685660218/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-books.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7388286427685660218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7388286427685660218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-books.html' title='More books'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-7661660086473425084</id><published>2010-02-06T13:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:53:34.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fete frumoase si haine scumpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Cum bine stiu cei care ma cunosc..I'm a big sucker for fashion!! In mod evident, nu-mi scapa nimic. Cu toate ca sunt haine si stiluri care nu m-ar caracteriza nici intr-o mie de ani, apreciez o campanie bine facuta si un model superb. Asa ca, hai sa vedem &lt;b&gt;top 5+1&lt;/b&gt; campanii P&lt;b&gt;rimavara-Vara 2010&lt;/b&gt; in opinia mea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Campania &lt;b&gt;Loewe&lt;/b&gt; cu superba &lt;b&gt;Daria Werbowy&lt;/b&gt;. Fata asta are o eleganta aparte si aduce rafinament campaniei, care cu un alt chip ar fi fost poate putin banala. Mai multe detalii &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/loewe-spring-2010-campaign-daria-werbowy-by-inez-vinoodh/#more-21769"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21PEerZKtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iQidb3qo-ew/s1600-h/loewecampaign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21PEerZKtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iQidb3qo-ew/s320/loewecampaign2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435087263679195858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;Campania &lt;b&gt;Calvin Klein Jeans&lt;/b&gt; cu superbii &lt;b&gt;Eva Mendes&lt;/b&gt; si &lt;b&gt;Jamie Dornan&lt;/b&gt;. O campanie care se rezuma la a fi sexy, urmand reteta conform careia doi oameni superbi si semi-nud nu au cum sa nu vanda. In rest, nimic special, dar totusi de efect. Mai multe detalii &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/calvin-klein-jeans-spring-2010-campaign-preview-eva-mendes-jamie-dornan-by-steven-klein/#more-20038"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21QtwOsO0I/AAAAAAAAADY/jUn0DKvrMSc/s1600-h/ckjeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21QtwOsO0I/AAAAAAAAADY/jUn0DKvrMSc/s320/ckjeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435089072276912962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Campania &lt;b&gt;Salvatore Ferragamo&lt;/b&gt; cu &lt;b&gt;Claudia Schiffer&lt;/b&gt;. In afara settingului superb, chipul Claudiei sigur atrage privirea. Aceste doua lucruri fac campania sa ramana intiparita undeva in coltisorul cu "dorinte" al mintii fiecarei femei. Iar daca toate astea nu v-au convins, pantofii sigur o vor face. Mai multe detalii &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/salvatore-ferragamo-springsummer-2010-campaign-claudia-schiffer-by-mario-testino/#more-20502"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21SrELFE9I/AAAAAAAAADg/4J6HYzAtqYE/s1600-h/testino3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21SrELFE9I/AAAAAAAAADg/4J6HYzAtqYE/s320/testino3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435091225114121170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Campania &lt;b&gt;Versace&lt;/b&gt; cu &lt;b&gt;Georgia Jagger&lt;/b&gt;. In general, nu imi plac modelele care sunt modele doar pentru ca sunt faimoase, ci cele care sunt faimoase tocmai datorita faptului ca sunt modele, insa Georgia este fiica unei legende, asa ca ii voi acorda o sansa. Si pana la urma campania Versace este o campanie de imagine si cine ar putea striga imagine mai bine decat ea?! Locul 2 in top se datoreaza creatiilor superbe, puse in valoare fara a exagera notiunea de "lux" care defineste in general casa Versace. Mai multe detalii &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/versace-spring-2010-campaign-georgia-may-jagger-by-mario-testino/#more-20226"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21UHINnaGI/AAAAAAAAADo/_VM-Eb_igsQ/s1600-h/georgiaforversace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21UHINnaGI/AAAAAAAAADo/_VM-Eb_igsQ/s320/georgiaforversace2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435092806746466402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Campania &lt;b&gt;Hermes&lt;/b&gt; cu &lt;b&gt;Karlie Kloss&lt;/b&gt;, top modelul momentului. In aceasta campanie, Hermes readuce stralucirea personajelor diafane ale copilariei: Cenusareasa, Aladdin, Alice in Tara Minunilor si Mica Sirena. Toate isi gasesc locul in noua campanie Hermes care pentru mine a reamintit de ce aceasta marca este preferata multora. Si desigur, "jos palaria" in fata lui Paolo Roversi, fotograful campaniei. As putea sa vorbesc despre cat de fascinanta mi s-a parut aceasta campanie pana maine, dar ma opresc &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/hermes-spring-2010-campaign-karlie-kloss-by-paolo-roversi/#more-21847"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21VspgycMI/AAAAAAAAADw/jrypXKsLEhs/s1600-h/hermescampaign7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21VspgycMI/AAAAAAAAADw/jrypXKsLEhs/s320/hermescampaign7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435094550852038850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;+1.&lt;/b&gt; Ca un om deloc normal, topul meu trebuia sa aiba ceva "extra". Si asta e campania&lt;b&gt;Me&amp;amp;City&lt;/b&gt;, un label care poate nu va spune nimic, insa campania lor sigura o va face. &lt;b&gt;Agyness Deyn&lt;/b&gt; si &lt;b&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/b&gt; joaca rolul unui cuplu de la Hollywood. De parca stralucirea si prospetimea colectiei nu mi-ar fi intors capul spre campanie, cei doi oameni care chiar imi plac trebuiau sa fie protagonistii ei. Frumusetea lui Agyness si sarmul lui Orlando au pus campania asta pe locul fruntas al preferintelor mele chiar daca label-ul era un no-name pentru mine. Merita vazut &lt;a href="http://fashiongonerogue.com/2010/01/me-city-spring-2010-campaign-agyness-deyn-orlando-bloom-by-terry-richardson/#more-21872"&gt;mai mult&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21X65lpw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/uL_NjdJ8Qnw/s1600-h/meandcity14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21X65lpw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/uL_NjdJ8Qnw/s320/meandcity14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435096994708833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21X2rjDEXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/drGSA77GIys/s1600-h/meandcity7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-7661660086473425084?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/7661660086473425084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/fete-frumoase-si-haine-scumpe.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7661660086473425084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/7661660086473425084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/fete-frumoase-si-haine-scumpe.html' title='Fete frumoase si haine scumpe'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S21PEerZKtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iQidb3qo-ew/s72-c/loewecampaign2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-4261184913033186906</id><published>2010-02-05T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:10:37.222+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live my life backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"In my next life, I want to live my life backwards. &lt;div&gt;You start up dead and you get out of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you wake up in an old people's home, feeling better every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you get kicked out for being too healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go collect your pension and then, when you start to work you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You work for 40 years until you are young enough to enjoy your retirement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You party, drink alcohol and are generally promiscuous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, you are ready for high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go to primary school, you become a kid and you play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no responsibilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become a baby until you are born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, you spend your last 9 months flowing in luxurious spa-like conditions which central heating and room-service on tap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, Voilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You finish off as an orgasm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote by Woody Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-4261184913033186906?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/4261184913033186906/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-live-my-life-backwards.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4261184913033186906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/4261184913033186906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-live-my-life-backwards.html' title='I want to live my life backwards'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-5697226511427373896</id><published>2010-02-03T00:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:55:03.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Bara</title><content type='html'>Nu, nu este despre cea mai noua versiune de Bellagio sau Fratelli.&lt;div&gt;Este ideea &lt;a href="http://www.leuldeoras.ro/blog/orasul/povesti-de-bucuresti-club-bara/"&gt;lui&lt;/a&gt;, conceptul sau de adolescenta tarzie si fericita. Fiind cam in acelasi film, m-am decis sa impartasesc si eu notiunea mea de "Club Bara". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La noi in gasca era mai degraba "Club Gard" (gard care a fost distrus de mine, prietenul meu la vremea respectiva si un bun amic cu o schema gen "Karate Kid invata box si isi face sendvis prietena",dar asta e alta poveste).  Club pe care l-am frecventat des si constant timp de aproximativ 4 ani. Sau, 4 veri mai exact, pentru ca la noi prima temperatura de peste 20 de grade dadea tonul. Noi am dat de "bere" in perioada in care baieti cu haine largi si minti deschise au inceput sa frecventeze Club Gard. Pana atunci, jucam Sotronul, Lapte Gros si alte tampenii copilaresti cu toate ca unii dintre noi se apropiau de majorat. Nici mari fumatori nu existau printre noi si habar nu aveam noi ce-s alea spice-uri sau alte tampenii. Ne simteam bine fara "ajutoare", asta daca nu punem la socoteala nenumaratele pungi de seminte pentru care faceam cheta seara de seara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu am fost intotdeauna cea mai mica,  dar nu si cea mai rasfatata. Oricum, la noi fiecare seara se termina cu lupte mai mult sau mai putin libere intre baieti si fete. In alta ordine de idei, ne intelegeam perfect, lucru pe care nici macar anumite canistre de 5L umplute cu apa si mai apoi varsate in podoaba noastra capilara, nu il puteau strica. Asta pana cand au aparut tot felul de certuri ce aveau la baza sentimente ce nu-si aveau rostul. De asta am pastrat eu mereu conceptia ca "nu e bine sa strici o prietenie pt o relatie" (motiv pentru care tipul pentru care aveam o pasiune ascunsa nu va afla niciodata asta) , dar fiecare cu mancarea lui de peste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum Club Gard nu mai exista, nici macar serile cu pizza "homemade" si urletele vecinei de la parter in momentele in care tipetele noastre colorau cartierul la ora 11 noaptea (spre norocul nostru, aveam vecini cu pile la al' de sus si niciodata nu aveam parte de un "ASL PLS" de laa "Garda").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramane insa amintirea imbatabila a prietenilor din copilarie si a momentelor frumoase petrecute seara de seara la Club Gard. Pacat ca nu mai exista nici macar dovada de fier (la propriu) a amintirilor noastre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-5697226511427373896?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/5697226511427373896/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/club-bara.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5697226511427373896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/5697226511427373896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/club-bara.html' title='Club Bara'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-3035544768441552956</id><published>2010-02-03T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:13:34.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble..</title><content type='html'>Am abandonat blogul pe o perioada nedefinita din cauza unei crize de "lipsa de inspiratie" acuta. Si ma vad nevoita sa ma reintorc la scris din acelasi motiv. Un alt paradox stupid din cauza caruia filozofez mult si gandesc putin.&lt;div&gt;Nu o sa povestesc ce am facut in ultima vreme, nu ca nu as fi facut nimic, doar ca trecutul e prea prezent in tot ceea ce facem. Asa ca, promisiune facute de catre mine...mie pentru anul ce tocmai a inceput:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa citesc mai mult si mai constant;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa-mi recapat greutatea normala;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa nu-mi pese mai mult de cat ar trebui (adica deloc);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa muncesc la vara ca sa ajung la Cluj si la Peninsula;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa definitivez soundtrack-ul primului capitol din viata mea (si sa-i pun punct);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa pot in sfarsit sa-mi cumpar tot ce am nevoie pt dslr-ul meu;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa iubesc mai putin si mai rar;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa ma gandesc numai la Roma si sa uit de Londra;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa-mi cumpar paleta cu 120 de farduri de pleoape;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa ma apuc in sfarsit de facut chestii handmade;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa uit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chestii marunte, sau mai semnificative, mai mult sau mai putin realizabile. Cateva penibile de-a dreptul, cateva ambitioase. Putina superficialitate, dar lipsita de stereotipizarea mult prea comuna. Putin sensibil, la modul "girly" si aiurea. Ca mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3rDMJERl64&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3rDMJERl64&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-3035544768441552956?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/3035544768441552956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/trouble.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/3035544768441552956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/3035544768441552956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/02/trouble.html' title='Trouble..'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3268617530159971702.post-6011345297142936800</id><published>2010-01-09T00:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:59:12.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ai plecat de la ea</title><content type='html'>O sa pleci cu un zambet tamp si un gust amar. O sa te intristezi pentru ca asta e tot ce ti-a ramas, dar in acelasi timp o sa fi fericit pentru ca era tot ce ti-ai dorit. Ai atins-o, ai simtit respiratia ei pe gatul tau umed de emotie si anxietate, i-ai sarutat fiecare centimetru cuprins de dorinta, ai avut-o dupa care ai plecat ca un prost. Nici nu cereai altceva. Nici ea nu cerea. Sau poate si-ar fi dorit tigara de dupa, dar acum doarme. Maine se intoarce la el. &lt;div&gt;Tu iti spui ca nu ai mai simtit niciodata asemenea buze dureros de savuroase si asemenea coapse perfecte. Insa ea a mai avut multi ca tine. Aceeasi privire de copilas inocent si diavol nedescoperit, aceleasi atingeri brutale si pline de dorinta, acelasi entuziasm nebun. Nu v-ati potrivit in pat, dar nici n-ar mai conta. Conversatia ce a anticipat dorintele tale si imbratisarea de dupa  au facut ca toate astea sa nu mai conteze. Oricum e o curva prin ale carei asternuturiau trecut si vor trece multi de acum incolo. Insa asta o facea irezistibila. Pana si tu stii asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti aprinzi o tigara. E ultima inainte sa ajungi acasa. Iti spui ca a fost bine, dar ca nu ai repeta experienta. Nu cu ea, cel putin. Oricum vor urma Diana, Cristina, Mara, Alexa, Ioana, Ana, Daniela, Larisa, Alina si cine stie cate altele. Vei face sex de mai buna calitate si mai des. Vei ajunge sa faci sex conjugal simtindu-te dator fata de sotia ta. Iti scoti gandul asta din cap si grabesti pasul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-a terminat si tigarea asta. Nu poti sa-ti scoti din cap atingerea ei. A fost o refulare a nevoilor tale si a dorintelor ei. Sau poate tocmai pe dos. N-ai timp sa te gandesti la asta. Maine pleci. Te gandesti la prezervative si whisky. Cam asta ar fi vacanta perfecta pentru tine. Pentru o secunda iti trece prin cap ca iti lipseste fosta si ca era mai bine sa faci asta cu ea. Iti trece. Iti spui ca a trebuit sa faci asta, nu ai avut de ales. Ai ajuns la poarta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intrii timid, saluti portarul. Nu vrei sa trezesti pe nimeni si totusi ii auzi pe aia din camera alaturata cum dau drumu' la ceva bun. Ai vrea sa intrii, dar ti-ai promis ca nu o vei face. Intrii in camera ta. Colegu' doarme bustean si n-ai cu cine sa vorbesti. Pentru o secunda te simti singur si ai fuma. Iti aduci aminte ca n-ai voie sa faci asta de fata cu el si te bagi in pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai aberezi pentru cateva minute in care te simti aiurea, apoi adormi dus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot ce conteaza la ziua asta de cacat e ca ti-ai pierdut virginitatea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3268617530159971702-6011345297142936800?l=words-without-notice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/feeds/6011345297142936800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/01/cum-ai-plecat-de-la-ea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6011345297142936800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3268617530159971702/posts/default/6011345297142936800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-without-notice.blogspot.com/2010/01/cum-ai-plecat-de-la-ea.html' title='Cum ai plecat de la ea'/><author><name>Noir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10843330362504183162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3oLLoecUimY/S7I7N2U4kYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3Xxp7WtsE8/S220/gtyety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
