<?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-3987256765559443490</id><updated>2011-11-13T21:00:03.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>never take it seriously</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7712969786809907731</id><published>2009-02-21T23:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:35:37.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daca ai simtit vreodata ca nu esti destul de bun pentru cineva, asta era doar pentru ca te straduiai prea tare :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7712969786809907731?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7712969786809907731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7712969786809907731' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7712969786809907731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7712969786809907731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5840972765620042713</id><published>2009-02-09T21:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:00:01.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>concluzie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZCImwoevDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VbvQT6Fx_CM/s1600-h/Nantes_by_EnjoyFluo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZCImwoevDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VbvQT6Fx_CM/s400/Nantes_by_EnjoyFluo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886960886168626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred ca energia pe care o avem, o avem de la oamenii din jurul nostru, din binele pe care il facem, din spontaneitatea si sinceritatea cu care oferim un zambet, un sfat, o poveste, din imbratisarea cu care am facut mai frumoasa ziua unui om, din mesajul haios trimis in timp ce urci scarile blocului, din optimismul cu care ne molipseste un prieten, din bucuria cu care revedem pe cineva, din multumirea pe care o avem cand ii facem mandri de noi pe cei din jur, din cuvintele alea frumoase care inseamna mai mult decat crezi, din telefonul de impacare, din senzatia placuta de siguranta pe care incercam sa le-o creem celor dragi, din grija copilareasca pe care o purtam cuiva, din melodia care ne aminteste ca cineva ne lipseste mult, din agitatia pentru nimic care ii amuza si binedispune pe ceilalti.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie asta imi da energie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu cuvintele seci si rele, nu sictireala, nici orgoliul prostesc, nu neglijenta, aluziile rautacioase, spranceana ridicata a indiferenta sau superioritate, supararea pe care o tii cuiva, promisiunile nerespectate pentru ca erau prea putin importante, nu cheful de cearta, parerea urata aruncata la intamplare despre cineva, nici nervii din zilele de luni. astea ma obosesc teribil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5840972765620042713?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5840972765620042713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5840972765620042713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5840972765620042713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5840972765620042713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2009/02/concluzie.html' title='concluzie.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZCImwoevDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VbvQT6Fx_CM/s72-c/Nantes_by_EnjoyFluo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-9173744879878822509</id><published>2009-02-05T00:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:38:36.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stii lucrurile alea mici, dar un pic cam penibile pe care le facem, pe care le tinem bine ascunse, pe care poate le judecam la altii, sau pe seama carora in mod clar ne amuzam, zambind multumiti in sinea noastra ca noi am fost atat de discreti si priceputi incat sa nu ne dam de gol, sau pur si simplu norocosi ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt sigura ca stii, lucrurile alea marunte.. le-ai facut si tu, stiu asta. ai crezut ca doar tu stii, te-ai crezut mai destept decat celalalt, te-ai gandit sa-l pui la incercare, sa-l verifici, ai crezut ca ai pus bine la punct planul si ca oricum e ceva lipsit de importanta, dar care te face mai stapan pe situatie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrut sa trisezi, ai vrut neaparat sa fii sigur ca esti TU mai stapan pe situatie, asta era de fapt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-9173744879878822509?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/9173744879878822509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=9173744879878822509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/9173744879878822509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/9173744879878822509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2009/02/stii-lucrurile-alea-mici-dar-un-pic-cam.html' title=''/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6844926639632097457</id><published>2009-02-02T12:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:50:20.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5.. do the dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SYbO2ylD4RI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EJX5QJBgCGA/s1600-h/f90684ddd563acfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SYbO2ylD4RI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EJX5QJBgCGA/s400/f90684ddd563acfa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298149452333441298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 lucruri pe care nu le-ai facut niciodata dar pe care ti-ar placea la nebunie sa le faci cat mai repede. asa suna leapsa pe care am primit-o de la &lt;a href="http://luckydreamers.wordpress.com/"&gt;dana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.florentina.ro/index.php?cat_id=31"&gt;sport cu florentina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sa stiu mai mult decat sa tai paine, sa fac omleta si cereale CU LAPTE !!!&lt;br /&gt;3. sa tin minte cati bani am si unde ii pun.&lt;br /&gt;4. mi-ar placea sa ma urc pe o scena in fata unei multimi de oameni si sa pot spune ceva&lt;br /&gt;5. VREAU PISICA !&lt;br /&gt;6. mi-ar placea sa stau la casa si sa am leagan in curte.&lt;br /&gt;7. mi-ar mai placea sa pot sa dansez si in alta parte decat la mine acasa, macar in weekend.&lt;br /&gt;8. nu prea am avut succes la mamele fostilor mei prieteni, dar cred ca erau mamele nepotrivite. Sau prietenii. Oricum nu e vina mea, dar sper sa am mai mult noroc de-acum, sau sa nu mai cunosc mamele.&lt;br /&gt;9. n-am zburat niciodata cu parapanta, imi doresc sa fac asta, nu stiu daca la nebunie.&lt;br /&gt;10. as vrea sa nu mai am nevoie de pasaport ca sa ies din tara, totusi va trebui sa mai astept cateva luni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fac schimb cu &lt;a href="http://puiulparanoic.blogspot.com/"&gt;danutza&lt;/a&gt;, si merge mai departe si pentru &lt;a href="http://kawaii-lara.blogspot.com/"&gt;lara&lt;/a&gt;. sa va vad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6844926639632097457?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6844926639632097457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6844926639632097457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6844926639632097457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6844926639632097457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-3-4-5-do-dance.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4, 5.. do the dance!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SYbO2ylD4RI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EJX5QJBgCGA/s72-c/f90684ddd563acfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-993307189516259472</id><published>2009-01-14T23:59:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:23:51.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SW727rYAfVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Lv3eSapzPfc/s1600-h/553555c440be50330e711f90827e01c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SW727rYAfVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Lv3eSapzPfc/s400/553555c440be50330e711f90827e01c0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291438117323046226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne cunoastem cumva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu retin numele oamenilor din prima, imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa ma prostesc, nu ma lua in serios.&lt;br /&gt;Vorbesc putin numai atunci cand sunt diplomata. vorbesc putin numai atunci cand ma abtin din greu sa nu-ti strig in fata tot ce cred de fapt. daca incepi sa ma chinui cu prea multa incredere in tine, imi musc buzele si rad de tine in gand.&lt;br /&gt;Ma plictisesc repede de oameni, daca azi par interesata de tine, maine o sa-mi treaca. daca nu m-am plictisit inca, inseamna ca esti o exceptie si e posibil sa ne intelegem foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;Da, ma supar repede. nu, nu tin supararea, trebuie doar sa nu ma mai enervezi in urmatoarele 15 minute.&lt;br /&gt;Am o problema cu trezitul devreme. nu-mi place nici iarna.&lt;br /&gt;Ma agit mult. daca beau si cola, nu ne mai intelegem, asta se intampla rar.&lt;br /&gt;Am ecranul spart la telefon si nu am de gand sa fac ceva in legatura cu asta. am multe perechi de cercei si continui sa dau banii aiurea pe alte perechi pana n-o sa mai am unde sa-i pun.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu-mi jignesti prietenii doar pentru ca tu te crezi mai cool. daca faci asta, clar nu esti. &lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt boema, cu riscul de a dezamagi, nu am pasiuni ca fotografia si moda, si totusi sunt fata. nici altfel de pasiuni nu cred ca am, nu fac nimic in mod special, ma ingrijoreaza asta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma uit la south park, totusi am vazut un episod, stiu cine e eric cartman.&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de lucruri sigure, stabile, de-aia nu-mi plac oamenii mofturosi si nici compromisurile.&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc multi oameni cu care ma inteleg bine, am putini prieteni. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt inca la liceu. planurile facute in liceu sunt planuri facute in liceu si atat. la fel si prietenii din liceu. de-aia ma bucur cat pot de anii astia.&lt;br /&gt;Dansez mult, rad mult si zgomotos, imi doresc mult sa vina primavara, nu am rabdare.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt realista, de cele mai multe ori sunt paranoica.&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac muzica vesela si oamenii veseli.&lt;br /&gt;Nu suport dramatismele si sentimentalismele.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu-mi promiti ceva daca nu te poti tine de promisiune.&lt;br /&gt;N-am purtat niciodata tocuri, cand o sa invat sa merg pe tocuri, te anunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ne-am mai vazut undeva, ne cunoastem ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-993307189516259472?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/993307189516259472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=993307189516259472' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/993307189516259472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/993307189516259472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SW727rYAfVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Lv3eSapzPfc/s72-c/553555c440be50330e711f90827e01c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8105026070093220733</id><published>2008-11-26T21:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:45:05.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Va invit. Joi in B52!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SS21TXHm9DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DYe-W8Fp62g/s1600-h/27nov_wilson_surround+sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SS21TXHm9DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DYe-W8Fp62g/s400/27nov_wilson_surround+sound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273070082948789298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afisul vorbeste de la sine. &lt;br /&gt;ramane doar sa adaug ca NU veti fi nevoiti sa-mi simtiti lipsa, hihi, ne vedem acolo, sa inceapa show-ul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8105026070093220733?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8105026070093220733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8105026070093220733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8105026070093220733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8105026070093220733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/11/va-invit-joi-in-b52.html' title='Va invit. Joi in B52!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SS21TXHm9DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DYe-W8Fp62g/s72-c/27nov_wilson_surround+sound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7409496423284909082</id><published>2008-11-24T21:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:02:18.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>punct.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CErica%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabel Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cine traieste clipa la maxim s-ar putea sa n-o mai apuce pe urmatoarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Toti credem ca nu ni se poate intampla noua, toti credem ca ar fi o prostie, un lucru imposibil, ca tocmai noi sa ne pierdem viata intr-un accident de masina, pentru ca noi nu suntem atat de ghinionisti, pentru ca omul de langa noi, care conduce, nu e atat de beat sau inconstient incat sa ne puna in pericol, pentru ca e prietenul nostru si avem incredere in el, pentru ca noi stim sa controlam situatia atat de bine incat sa evitam o nenorocire care nu se va putea repara niciodata, provocata pana la urma dintr-un teribilism absurd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stiu ca e la moda sa incalci regulile, sa sochezi, sa atragi atentia si sa creezi controverse, stiu ca te simti bine cand bataile inimii cresc si crezi ca o sa-ti explodeze, cand crezi ca poti infrunta viata, moartea si timpul. Pentru ca atunci cand esti tanar nu te vezi nicicum altcumva decat tanar si atat. Tanar si fericit si puternic, traind fiecare zi ca si cand ar fi ultima. Dar nu te-ai gandit niciodata ca poate fi ultima. Ar merita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere, care poate fi considerat invechit, demodat, uncool si incuiat, e pacat ca un copil de 17- 18- 20 si ceva de ani, sa moara doar pentru ca a vrut sa traiasca la extrem clipa, indiferent de modul in care a ales sa exagereze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si nu tin morala, vreau doar sa cred ca am ajutat macar o persoana sa se gandeasca mai bine si sa se fereasca pe viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7409496423284909082?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7409496423284909082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7409496423284909082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7409496423284909082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7409496423284909082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/11/punct.html' title='punct.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2776957259151323170</id><published>2008-11-13T20:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:56:35.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cu drag</title><content type='html'>Hai, spuneti toti azi ce va nemultumeste, ce va deranjeaza, ce va intriga si supara la mine! hai ca n-a trecut ziua, si eu inca mai rezist, ca doar sunt tanara, si in acelasi timp, responsabila de toate ghinioanele, frustrarile si nevoile voastre. cred ca v-ati vorbit, sigur v-ati vorbit si chiar v-ati pus asa in gand sa-mi tocati nervii azi. nu stiu daca e test, sau doar de amuzament, dar efectul e acelasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aici sunt, sa va ascult, puteti sa zbierati in voie, sa urlati sa racniti sa turbati, ca eu va inteleg, sunt un fel de doctor de inimi si boli nervoase, chiar imi face placere sa va suport, sa va ascult subtitlitatile inutile si total penibilie care se vor ironice, sa va privesc cum va dati importanta degeaba, cum va agitati tot voi ca si cum nu v-ar fi fost destul cat v-ati revoltat si dat peste cap azi, sa vad cum va place sa va auziti tot timpul vorbind si cum va vaietati despre cat de greu e sa fiti voi, pentru ca, nu-i asa, toate ororile si nenorocirile din lume, palesc si sunt niste nimicuri in comparatie cu probleme vostre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi frumoasa si voua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu drag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2776957259151323170?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2776957259151323170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2776957259151323170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2776957259151323170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2776957259151323170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/11/hai-spuneti-toti-azi-ce-va-nemultumeste.html' title='cu drag'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6675204912200316700</id><published>2008-10-30T21:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:24:25.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanaaaaaananaaaaaaa !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SQuToGvdR9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1foiy76YQs/s1600-h/extaz__by_Inc0LOr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SQuToGvdR9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1foiy76YQs/s320/extaz__by_Inc0LOr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263462906726270930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceeeeeeeeeeeee e maaaaa aici, se doarme in front?!!?!!! Ia sa nu v-aud! Lipsesc si eu un timp, si asa dezordine gasesc?!&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeehe, stiu ca nu ne-am mai auzit de mult, nici nu-mi mai aduc aminte de cand!&lt;br /&gt;Poate asa se explica si faptul ca acum ma simt cam ca un musafir pe blogul meu. (ce rusineeeeeeee! )&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce, dar n-am mai simti nevoia sa ma exprim aici, in spatiul asta care incepuse sa ma inghesuie de mic ce era, n-am mai avut timp, rabdare, si nici tragere de inima sa scriu doar pentru ca unii oameni asteptau asta de la mine, fiind obisnuiti sa-mi citeasca articolele, iar eu ca o fata finuta si constiincioasa, sa am datoria sa nu dezamagesc si sa-mi respect un fel de obligatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe de alta parte, pe undeva simt ca blogul asta face parte din mine, si nu prea vreau sa renunt la el, oricat de ocupata sau plictisita as fi, oricat de multe critici si clisee si aiureli plictisitoare as auzi despre cat de speciali se cred oamenii cu blog. Eu cred ca astia care o spun, sau se simt prea frustrati si devin paranoici, gandindu-se ca toti vor sa-i faca sa se simta inferiori, sau vor sa scoata in evidenta ca de fapt, ei sunt aia speciali, pentru ca NU au blog, ca restu' care sunt in trend. Poate au dreptatea lor, nu exclud, dar mie nu mi-a trecut niciodata prin cap ca cineva ar putea sa se simta superior doar pentru ca are un blog, asa ca nu pot sa-mi explic de unde a pornit fenomenul si toata revolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si staaaaaaati sa vedeti, ca de acum aduc pe blog THE LATEST SHIT in materie de &lt;a href="http://sweetlittlenightmare.com/"&gt;poze&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://surround-around-sound.blogspot.com/"&gt;muzica&lt;/a&gt; de la niste baieti si mai putin constanti ca mine, dar na, lucrurile valoroase nu se-arata asa din prima, asa ca, putina rabdare, oameni buni! :P&lt;br /&gt;Asadaar, am revenit, gata sa spulber tot, sa nuuuuu-ndrazniti sa miscati in front, sa n-aud plangeri sau scuze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. parca vad ca pana maine dimineata imi pierd tot elanul si ma intreb de ce m-am reapucat de scris pe blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6675204912200316700?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6675204912200316700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6675204912200316700' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6675204912200316700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6675204912200316700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/10/tanaaaaaananaaaaaaa.html' title='Tanaaaaaananaaaaaaa !!!!!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SQuToGvdR9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1foiy76YQs/s72-c/extaz__by_Inc0LOr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3295958837393483125</id><published>2008-09-23T10:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:46:10.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noutati.</title><content type='html'>Vad ca blogul meu inca are succes, chiar si atunci cand eu nu ma mai ocup de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scris eu postul trecut despre domnul acela penibil care fura, insa stirea aia e deja fumata, ala inca scrie pe blog, cred, si toata lumea s-a calmat.&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR... am facut o descoperire noua, respectiv &lt;a href="http://frysky.blog.com/"&gt;duduia frysbi fryski&lt;/a&gt;, cum doriti, avand ea "doaaar 14 ani, e nebuna iubeste si n-are baaani", a zis sa nu se rezume decat la doua-trei posturi, si sa ia blogul cu totul! (bravo, fato, nu te-ncurci cu jumatati de masura.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduia are la profil o poza originala, facuta de sus, alb-negru, are 14 ani, si la interese are scris ca doreste sa-si faca prieteni. cu disperare, as spune eu. are si id-ul, luati de-aici daca aveti chef de chat cu duduia in pragul afirmarii: sympatycutzzza@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;De asemenea, intr-un post recent al ei, sau nu stiu, ceva ce-am gasit acolo, oricum ala nu e furat de la mine, o fi de la altii, ne destainuie ca de obicei, daca ceva o doare, ea inghite.&lt;br /&gt;Inghite "medicamente fara fitze si fara temeri"! (Duamne eu deja sunt cu respiratia taiata, asteptand continuarea. daca si voi sunteti, intrati la ea pe blog, poate aveti un deja-vu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, cam asta ar fi povestea cu frysky, probabil si ea isi va inchide blogul dupa postul asta, si se va evapora in negura universului virtual, cu o lacrima in coltul ochiului stang, de suparare ca n-a ajuns celebra si nu a reusit sa-si faca prieteni draguti care sa o laude si sa o admire, asa cum se astepta ea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-3295958837393483125?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3295958837393483125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3295958837393483125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3295958837393483125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3295958837393483125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/09/noutati.html' title='Noutati.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6075962972281715493</id><published>2008-07-29T23:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:15:45.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>trist.</title><content type='html'>Draga cititorule, vreau sa-ti povestesc cum in seara asta am citit cateva articole ale mele, culmea, pe alt blog. nu erau numai din ale mele, erau si de pe alte bloguri.&lt;br /&gt;Nu zic mai multe, nu ma agit si nici nu-i adresez cuvinte urate respectivului, eu fiind o fata educata si politicoasa. ma intreb doar de ce ar face asta. mie mi se pare de-a dreptul penibil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai jenant e ca acest marcus copiaza chiar si comentariile de la articolele furate. hmm.. interesant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El e &lt;a href="http://marcus2inter.blogspot.com/"&gt;marcus&lt;/a&gt;. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6075962972281715493?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6075962972281715493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6075962972281715493' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6075962972281715493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6075962972281715493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/07/trist.html' title='trist.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6618217110206711532</id><published>2008-07-28T19:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:50:51.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>M-am intors. dar vreau inapoi. si n-o sa scriu o mie de posturi amintiri articole despre Peninsula, asa cum se asteapta toti, o sa spun doar ca a meritat. a meritat in ciuda ploii, noroiului, a drumului lung, a hainelor ude, a mancarii proaste. si asta pentru ca ne-am simtit foarte bine acolo, pentru ca "Beaver is back", pentru ca am intalnit oameni draguti si cu bun-simt, pentru conserva de ciuperci a lui tweety, pentru toti baietii blonzi inalti (si cu prietene grase ), pentru animatoarele pe care le pozau toti baieteii cu ochelari de soare care au venit pentru ATB, pentru cercei, harciogi, atmosfera, porumb fiert, muzica, cutitul corinei si multe multe altele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne intoarcem anul viitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6618217110206711532?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6618217110206711532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6618217110206711532' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6618217110206711532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6618217110206711532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/07/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6546444602939484283</id><published>2008-07-16T13:44:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:18.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco-leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SH3XjyyuHkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wRciYAYfnTE/s1600-h/58aeefc1fc88094c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223568152749547074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SH3XjyyuHkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wRciYAYfnTE/s400/58aeefc1fc88094c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SH3W5zC2uCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/du18McUwEBI/s1600-h/Legends_by_Phoenix_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am primit leapsa dupa muuult timp si mi-am zis ca ar fi dragut din partea mea ca de data asta chiar s-o onorez, asa caaaa.. sa incepem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabin - Doo uap doo uap doo uap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Billin - Willing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edith Piaf - Milord&lt;/div&gt;Gorillaz - Dare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manic Street Preachers - Your Love Alone Is Not Enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cure - Close to Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasper Bjorke - Back &amp;amp; Spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam astea ar fi melodiile care imi vin acum in minte, si care ma fac sa dau din picioare de fiecare data cand le ascult, iar cele 7 persoane la care m-am gandit sunt: &lt;a href="http://puiulparanoic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danutza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.zarazadesign.net/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://notalent369.wordpress.com/"&gt;Didididiana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ruxish.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ruxish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://copilmic.wordpress.com/"&gt;Arina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kawaii-lara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://cefacoamenii.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ilipili&lt;/a&gt;. Ih, cate linkuri!&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/3987256765559443490-6546444602939484283?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6546444602939484283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6546444602939484283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6546444602939484283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6546444602939484283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/07/disco-leapsa.html' title='Disco-leapsa.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SH3XjyyuHkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wRciYAYfnTE/s72-c/58aeefc1fc88094c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3610413408527382465</id><published>2008-06-26T15:06:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:18.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Putina diplomatie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SGOIPCCy8LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ikRkQlB5RAA/s1600-h/Swim_to_the_ocean_floor__by_Shinely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216162585253179570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SGOIPCCy8LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ikRkQlB5RAA/s320/Swim_to_the_ocean_floor__by_Shinely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SGOICfAGfvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/znmdyAMb6LE/s1600-h/make_a_memory_by_ntscha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niciodata nu mi-a placut sa fiu lingusita, nici laudata in exces sau « protejata » de adevar prin mici complimente false, si nici nu am apreciat oamenii care ar spune orice numai pentru a-ti intra pe sub piele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna m-am bucurat sa am langa mine oameni deschisi, cu o perceptie realista si pregatiti oricand sa-mi dea un sfat sincer si o parere obiectiva (pentru ca de multe ori toti avem nevoie sa fim zdravan trasi de maneca pentru a ne observa punctele slabe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista insa, anumite lucruri care nu se spun.. pur si simplu ! Conform unui cod nescris al manierelor ( dobandit prin educatie ), acestea sunt genul de lucruri pe care le pastrezi pentru tine, si oricat de putin sau de grav te-ar afecta, solutia e sa incerci sa le eviti sau sa le pui capat, nu sa le strigi in gura mare, pentru ca ele, odata spuse, anunta inceputul sfarsitului unei relatii, de orice fel ar fi ea.&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/3987256765559443490-3610413408527382465?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3610413408527382465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3610413408527382465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3610413408527382465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3610413408527382465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/06/putina-diplomatie.html' title='Putina diplomatie!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SGOIPCCy8LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ikRkQlB5RAA/s72-c/Swim_to_the_ocean_floor__by_Shinely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3761881807658382980</id><published>2008-06-16T19:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:18.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu dau dedicatii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SFaqwblqjnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kuiy4IE3ofo/s1600-h/Smoking_on_the_moon_by_Julswaslostinchaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SFaqwblqjnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kuiy4IE3ofo/s320/Smoking_on_the_moon_by_Julswaslostinchaos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212541367744106098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, chiar nu dau. Asa ca data viitoare cand cititi un post de-al meu si credeti ca existenta voastra m-a afectat intr-atat incat sa scriu ceva pentru sau despre voi, aflati ca inca un sfert din cunostintele mele mai cred asta si ca toti va inselati.&lt;br /&gt;Am decat 2 sau 3 articole scrise special pentru cateva persoane si culmea e ca unele dintre acele persoane nu s-au simtit niciodata. Mai mult decat atat, posturile mele mi se par destul de generale, pentru ca asa am si vrut sa fie, deci nu vad de ce v-ati da atata importanta.. E adevarat ca multe dintre ideile mele pornesc de la anumite situatii din viata in care poate sunteti implicati si voi, insa eu nu-mi povestesc viata, ci scriu niste generalitati care sa ma elibereze, odata scrise, si in care oamenii sa se regaseasca.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca putina modestie v-ar ajuta sa judecati lucrurile intr-un mod mai realist..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-3761881807658382980?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3761881807658382980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3761881807658382980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3761881807658382980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3761881807658382980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/06/nu-dau-dedicatii.html' title='Nu dau dedicatii!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SFaqwblqjnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kuiy4IE3ofo/s72-c/Smoking_on_the_moon_by_Julswaslostinchaos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2160826267360995038</id><published>2008-06-10T00:58:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:44:13.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schimb de roluri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SE2n3cjzaYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nzXFUr5H_jY/s1600-h/c3442757f0fa8d85dbbef54fff42cf8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SE2n3cjzaYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nzXFUr5H_jY/s320/c3442757f0fa8d85dbbef54fff42cf8c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210004914938538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In viata nu exista oameni mereu invingatori si nici oameni mereu supusi si gata oricand sa dea totul in favoarea celuilalt. pentru ca in timp, rolurile se schimba.&lt;br /&gt;Si astfel, cei care candva obisnuiau sa detina controlul, iau acum pozitia de om umil, tocmai in fata oamenilor pe care candva i-au umilit poate, altii devin frustrati chiar fata de cei pe care nu au fost capabili sa-i cunoasca intr-adevar din cauza increderii prea mare in sine, iar cei care inainte acceptau nepasarea, lipsa de interes si egoismul celuilalt intr-o relatie, din prea multa iubire, sau macar din delicatete si bun simt,  invata la randul lor indiferenta, dar si respectul de sine, pentru ca fiecare om are, nu numai o poveste, ci si o lectie de dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu te astepti sa fi tu singurul care inseala, care manipuleaza mintile celorlalti, cel care stie doar sa primeasca, fara sa ofere nimic in schimb, cel care nu o sa fie niciodata luat de val. chiar daca ti se pare acum ca lucrurile stau asa, ele nu vor ramane niciodata asa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vei avea si tu de pierdut, vei ramane si tu cu semnele unei cine-stie-ce iubiri naive si trecatoare, vei simti si tu lipsa oamenilor pe care n-ai stiut sa-i tii aproape, pentru ca cineva va avea intotdeauna grija sa echilibreze balanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2160826267360995038?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2160826267360995038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2160826267360995038' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2160826267360995038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2160826267360995038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/06/schimb-de-roluri.html' title='Schimb de roluri.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SE2n3cjzaYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nzXFUr5H_jY/s72-c/c3442757f0fa8d85dbbef54fff42cf8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4629597453312072979</id><published>2008-05-18T22:21:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:20.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SDCG-ZjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uolZqSsyZms/s1600-h/Hollywood_wait_me_by_korny_pnk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SDCG-ZjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uolZqSsyZms/s320/Hollywood_wait_me_by_korny_pnk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805976182539922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie imi plac inceputurile. mereu mi-au placut. pentru ca oricat de mult farmec ar avea un lucru, o persoana sau un loc, pe parcurs ajunge sa si-l piarda si atunci ma plictisesc. numai inceputurile de povesti ma entuziasmeaza, au acel ceva ciudat.. in schimb, finalurile mi se par previzibile si banale.&lt;br /&gt;la inceput e interesant tocmai pentru ca nu cunosti, esti curios si nu stii ce te asteapta. dupa ce descoperi se duce dracului tot farmecul.&lt;br /&gt;de-aia as vrea ca toate lucrurile sa ramana ca la inceput, cand nu le cunosti asa de bine si esti incantat de ele..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4629597453312072979?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4629597453312072979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4629597453312072979' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4629597453312072979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4629597453312072979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SDCG-ZjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uolZqSsyZms/s72-c/Hollywood_wait_me_by_korny_pnk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-730016553137799501</id><published>2008-05-11T16:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:20.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SCb0MpjdRoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WhujT0HAtu4/s1600-h/Kites_in_the_wind_by_Tweet_dnb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SCb0MpjdRoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WhujT0HAtu4/s320/Kites_in_the_wind_by_Tweet_dnb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199111317995996802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita. si e ceva constant, pentru ca iubesc. iubesc momentele cu voi, oamenii de langa mine. fotografiile noastre, amintirile noastre si obiceiurile mici..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-730016553137799501?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/730016553137799501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=730016553137799501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/730016553137799501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/730016553137799501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunt-fericita.html' title=''/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SCb0MpjdRoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WhujT0HAtu4/s72-c/Kites_in_the_wind_by_Tweet_dnb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5081152368993321553</id><published>2008-04-25T21:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:20.531+02:00</updated><title type='text'>simplu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SBIeOE_TRcI/AAAAAAAAATk/boztdP30sYs/s1600-h/ge-20070102015140-nightwalkersdubli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SBIeOE_TRcI/AAAAAAAAATk/boztdP30sYs/s320/ge-20070102015140-nightwalkersdubli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193246547517851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa cum am mai spus.. suntem doar oameni. nu e o chestiune de timp. si nu e nimic dramatic in asta, e simplu, absurd de simplu. cand n-o sa ne mai complicam atata, o sa intelegem ca totul s-a intamplat asa de natural, banal chiar.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca noi toti vrem sa ne fie bine noua inainte de toate, toti gresim, toti avem slabiciuni pe care stim sa ni le ascundem mai mult sau mai putin, toti avem ambitii prostesti, temeri si un trecut, toti facem rau constient sau nu, toti suntem in stare sa iubim, sa judecam, sa mintim, sa plecam cu ceva ce nu e al nostru. &lt;br /&gt;dar la un moment dat va trebui sa dam inapoi tot ce am luat de la un om, intr-un fel sau altul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi pare rau pentru tot ce a fost intentionat sau nu, imi pare rau ca nu sunt idealista, imi pare rau cand promit sa nu mai fac si nu ma tin de cuvant, imi pare rau ca nu pot sa inteleg altfel si sa ma accept altfel, cel mai rau imi pare cand dezamagesc si fac rau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suntem doar oameni..nu trebuie sa ne asteptam niciodata la mai mult de atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5081152368993321553?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5081152368993321553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5081152368993321553' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5081152368993321553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5081152368993321553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/04/simplu.html' title='simplu.'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SBIeOE_TRcI/AAAAAAAAATk/boztdP30sYs/s72-c/ge-20070102015140-nightwalkersdubli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6286537047543619956</id><published>2008-04-07T19:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:20.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist Shuffliiing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R_zqikj0lII/AAAAAAAAATU/JVMPz60aEQ0/s1600-h/Pop_the_Glock_2_by_juriachan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R_zqikj0lII/AAAAAAAAATU/JVMPz60aEQ0/s320/Pop_the_Glock_2_by_juriachan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187278750474343554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Cum te simti azi?- Guns 'n' Roses - Welcome to the jungle - :)) cam ca fiecare zi de luni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) Vei ajunge departe in viata?- Sensor - Help Yourself -  ( mda..o sa ma descurc! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) Cum te vad prietenii tai?- U2 - With or without you - ( vaaaaai, ce dragut.. nu puteti nici cu mine, nici fara mine :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4) Te vei casatori vreodata?- Lovin Spoonful - Daydream ( adica sa nu mai visez cu ochii deschisi?  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5) Care e tema preferata a celui mai bun prieten? - Bob Marley - One Love ( nu prea se potriveste aici, poate peste un an-doi.. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6) Care e povestea vietii tale?- Citizen Cope - Brother Lee - ( uhuuu ca in reclama de la clicknet! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7) Cum era in liceu?- Thieves Like Us - Drugs In My Body - ( nu e mah asa! /:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) Cum poti avansa in viata?- The Clash - Should I stay or should I go ( o sa intreb astrele.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9) Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?- Terence Jay - One Blood - ( s-a nimerit frumos.. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10) Ce se preconizeaza pentru weekend?- Train - Drops of Jupiter - ( hmm.. asta ascult de obicei cand fac curatenie.. asta se preconizeaza? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11) Ce cantec te descrie cel mai bine?- Damien Rice - Cannonball ( depinde de starea de moment.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12) Dar pe bunicii tai?- Kosheen - Hide U ( nu prea cred dar daca shuffle-ul zice.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13) Cum iti merge in viata?- All Saints - Chick Fit ( adica fata potrivita la momentul potrivit.. sau? ha! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14) Ce melodie iti va canta la inmormantare?- Anouk - Michel ( oricum n-o sa pot sa-mi aleg singura /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15) Cum te vede restul lumii?- Moby - Sleep Alone ( adormita, sau cum? ma deruteaza playlistul asta..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16) Vei avea o viata fericita?- The Cloud Room - Hey Now Now ( haaaaaaaaaaaahaahaha, mai bine de atat nu se putea nimeri :D )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17) Ce cred prietenii cu adevarat despre tine- The Kinks - You Really Got Me ( mi se pare normal.. B-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18) Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?- Urma - wishlist (adica sunt pe lista voastra de dorinte? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19) Cum sa ma fericesc singur?- Justice - D.A.N.C.E. ( daaaaaa dada! asta merge foarte bine pentru mine de fiecare data )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20) Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?- Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good ( ca sa nu imi mai fac sperante..  )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://notalent369.wordpress.com/"&gt;Netalentata preferata&lt;/a&gt; a aruncat leapsa asta la mine pe blog, am onorat-o si o trimit mai departe laaaaa &lt;a href="http://blog.zarazadesign.net/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://comentez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lulu&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://ruxish.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ruxish&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6286537047543619956?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6286537047543619956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6286537047543619956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6286537047543619956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6286537047543619956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/04/playlist-shuffliiing.html' title='Playlist Shuffliiing..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R_zqikj0lII/AAAAAAAAATU/JVMPz60aEQ0/s72-c/Pop_the_Glock_2_by_juriachan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-143913903365738005</id><published>2008-03-21T23:43:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:21.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits die hard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R-RGLUj0lHI/AAAAAAAAATM/xuX6NvKO1Ho/s1600-h/fryYVb050923-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R-RGLUj0lHI/AAAAAAAAATM/xuX6NvKO1Ho/s400/fryYVb050923-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180342631694374002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma dezobisnuiesc greu de oameni.. Ma dezobisnuiesc greu de obiceiurile lor, fie ele oricat de dragute sau enervante, pentru ca ele fac parte din ei si ei fac parte, intr-un fel sau altul, din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Uit greu si mi se face dor. Imi e greu sa renunt la oameni, si sunt constienta ca asta e de cele mai multe ori un defect. Am obosit, m-am saturat sa schimb oameni, sa ma plictisesc de ei sau pur si simplu sa plece. Pentru ca oamenii au prostul obicei sa plece, sau sa se schimbe - ei o numesc maturizare.. Iti dau exact atata timp cat sa te obisnuiesti cu ei si apoi dispar. Si cum in general asta e considerat un lucru firesc, nimeni nu sta prea mult pe ganduri cand se intampla. Dar eu nu sunt buna la despartiri, si nu e vorba de despartirile alea cu "adio, nu o sa ne mai vedem niciodata", ci de alea care se intampla treptat.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vreau oamenii langa mine, cat mai multi, fara sa-i schimb.. pentru ca oamenii se pierd, nu se inlocuiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu va zambesc cand ne intalnim intamplator pe strada peste ani, pentru ca sunt secrete de demult, versuri urlate impreuna in seri zgomotoase pe strazi straine, departe departe, nume ramase scrise pe bancile liceului si promisiuni copilaresti sau poate doar franturi de emotii care ne leaga, si eu uit greu si mi se face dor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu va mai maturizati atat ca o sa ajungeti singuri, batrani si incruntati!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-143913903365738005?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/143913903365738005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=143913903365738005' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/143913903365738005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/143913903365738005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old habits die hard..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R-RGLUj0lHI/AAAAAAAAATM/xuX6NvKO1Ho/s72-c/fryYVb050923-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5137070602236510982</id><published>2008-03-08T12:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:21.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru Mama Mea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R9J3gNRvn0I/AAAAAAAAASs/Wol655OUs-s/s1600-h/dont_break_my_heart_by_stupid_princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R9J3gNRvn0I/AAAAAAAAASs/Wol655OUs-s/s320/dont_break_my_heart_by_stupid_princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175330317005725506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru Mama Mea si atat! Azi e ziua ei.. in primul rand pentru ca e mama, pentru ca are un copil care o scoate din minti de atatia ani si totusi rezista, pentru ca tipa mult, pentru ca ii place sa mergem la cumparaturi si o fraieresc aproape de fiecare data, pentru ca atunci cand sunt bolnava, imi aduce iaurt si pim's si tot felul de dulciuri, niciodata medicamente; pentru ca plange atunci cand o supar rau si e obsedata de faptul ca o sa ma marit, o sa plec si n-o sa-mi mai amintesc de ea, pentru ca imi face tot felul de mofturi si pentru ca vorbim mult, mai ales duminica dimineata, pentru ca ii plac prietenii mei dar de multe ori devine stresanta cu intrebarile, pentru ca are atata incredere in mine, pentru ca imi reaminteste aproape lunar cum i-am promis ca o sa fac copii pentru ea, ca sa nu se plictiseasca, pentru ca ma roaga sa-i pun cenaclul flacara si pentru ca am observat ca de la un timp, in mod surpinzator, a inceput sa gateasca foarte bine, pentru ca nu  se baga in seama cu vecinele si nu sta pe banca in fata blocului la barfa si nu mananca seminte pe geamul de la balcon, pentru ca ea m-a invatat sa las de la mine si sa am rabdare (ea se enerveaza de fiecare data deci trebuie sa fie eu cea calma), pentru ca e mandra de mine si ma iubeste cel mai mult..&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toate cele mentionate mai sus, si eu o iubesc pe ea.. mama mea e magica! (asa cum ar spune ema :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5137070602236510982?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5137070602236510982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5137070602236510982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5137070602236510982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5137070602236510982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/03/pentru-mama-mea.html' title='Pentru Mama Mea!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R9J3gNRvn0I/AAAAAAAAASs/Wol655OUs-s/s72-c/dont_break_my_heart_by_stupid_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1420577640239190004</id><published>2008-03-01T20:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:21.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R8m2-JShUrI/AAAAAAAAASk/XrU6hWKFUF8/s1600-h/FARGO_by_thaumadzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R8m2-JShUrI/AAAAAAAAASk/XrU6hWKFUF8/s320/FARGO_by_thaumadzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172866825773470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu, n-am mai scris pe blog.. n-am avut timp, chef, idei. si oricum mi-am luat cosmote daca vreti sa stiti, deci ma conversez cu oamenii la telefonul meu cel nou (ca mi-am luat si telefon, ce credeati?)  asa ca acum  am preocupare cel putin pentru moment, pana ma plictisesc. pentru ca de lucrurile profunde si luate prea in serios de pe blog ma plictisisem de mult..&lt;br /&gt;in plus, a venit primavara si am atatea de recuperat de anul trecut, pentru tot ce n-am facut, ce n-am avut curaj sa spun, pentru luna mai, pentru ca desi m-am laudat ca e facuta special pentru mine, nu am stiut sa ma bucur cum trebuia de ea, pentru toate serile pierdute in fata calculatorului, pentru toate concertele ratate si pentru toate filmele pe care nu am apucat sa le vad, pentru toate nimicurile care m-au preocupat si pentru tot timpul pierdut degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toate astea, vreau ca primavara asta sa continue la fel de bine cum a inceput, vreau dimineti frumoase cu melodiile mele pe fundal, vreau inca una, doua, trei (cat se poate de multe) duminici perfecte, vreau plimbari cu rolele (da, inca mai merg cu rolele la varsta asta si nu mi se pare nimic in neregula sau absurd, pentru voi astia mari cu minti incuiate si impresii de intelectuali..), vreau concerte, poze, cercei, mers cu trenul, cumparaturi, buburuze, pim's, seri dragute cu filme si mult asteptata mea luna mai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1420577640239190004?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1420577640239190004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1420577640239190004' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1420577640239190004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1420577640239190004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/03/updating.html' title='Updating..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R8m2-JShUrI/AAAAAAAAASk/XrU6hWKFUF8/s72-c/FARGO_by_thaumadzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-990580288248194962</id><published>2008-02-11T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:47:21.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziua Indragostitilor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine ziua indragostitilor! Uiiiiiii ce fericita sunt!!!! sunt asa emotionata, inseamna mult pentru mine sa vad cum se gandeste ubitu meu la mine si cat ma iubeste si chiar imi arata asta! da, da! imi arata mereu cand vine ziua indragostitilor, cea mai mumoasa ziiiii cand ma simt asa speciala! chiar daca in rest mai ma bate cateodata cand ii zic ca de ce sta cu altele si ma pune sa amanetez inelu si lantu lu mama ca sa-i dau lui banii, eu stiu ca pe 14 februarie el imi va demostra iubirea cu adevarat fara margini.. o vad asta in privirea lui care devine la fel de visatoare ca a mea, si stiu ca ne vom inhama impreuna la jugul fericirii unul langa altul si fata de altul, adica nu cu altul, eu numai pe ubitul meu ubesc! si de ziua noastra, adica a indragostitilor, mare sarbatoare dealtfel, eu ii voi lua ceva foarte special, la care pot sa bag mana n foc ca nu s-a gandit si ca va fi foarte surprins.. o sa-i cumpar o inimiuoara mumoasaaaaaaa de nuanta corai de la tarabele acelea de la coltul strazii ca am vazut eu ca au venit cu chestii destea si sunt multe muuuulte, sunt si breloace si pernute.. el anu trecut mi-a loat un parfum doamne ce gest! era "Lacramioara" la saptej'de mii stiu eu ca am vazut la magazinul mixt, si inca o ciocolata Laura cu gust de dragoste mmmm.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa stiti ca ziua indragostitilor o serbeaza chiar si oamenii de toate varstele, pentru ca iubirea nu are varste sau sa cunoasca ratiune! de exemplu si tata anu trecut a strans 2 salarii si i-a cumparat mamei mele o lenjerie de pat si a scos-o la restaurant.. ca sa vedeti!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doamneee deja simt cum pluteste in aer, eu ma duc sa ma gandesc cum ma imbrac cand ies cu ubitu de ziua indragostitilor, cred ca imi iau bluza cu dantela rosie ! puuuuup! si nu uitati sa va iubiti mult de ziua indragostitilor!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, chiar vine! Ziua aia in care toti se agita sa cumpere mereu aceleasi lucruri, si sa faca o surpriza celui drag (pentru ca nimeni nu se asteapta, nu-i asa?) , ziua in care oamenii ajung sa-si vanda cate-un rinichi sau sa-si incendieze familia ca sa arate cat isi iubesc"jumatatea"..&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa vad atatia oameni fericiti si iubindu-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-990580288248194962?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/990580288248194962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=990580288248194962' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/990580288248194962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/990580288248194962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/02/ziua-indragostitilor.html' title='Ziua Indragostitilor!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4356733345028235268</id><published>2008-02-08T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:21.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortcuts through life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R6xDCf3OhBI/AAAAAAAAASU/I7DBWILv65A/s1600-h/Lies_by_boxedphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R6xDCf3OhBI/AAAAAAAAASU/I7DBWILv65A/s320/Lies_by_boxedphotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164576582879052818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stateam in noaptea asta si ma gandeam.. Cine merita mai multa apreciere, acela care e "bun la toate" sau acela care are o pasiune cu adevarat puternica, din care se nasc idealuri si multe vise? Primul este acela care se pricepe la orice si stie din toate cate putin, fara sa ajunga vreodata sa iubeasca vreunul din acele lucruri, ramanand astfel un om mediocru, iar al doilea este cel care se va distinge mereu prin originalitate si ambitie, care va lupta pentru a-si implini aspiratiile. Acum probabil toti o sa pretindem ca avem toata admiratia pentru primul, dar daca nu am fi pus problema asa, oare am fi avut aceeasi parere?&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne gandim un pic, de cate ori nu am admirat mai mult "multiplele talente", respectiv spoiala de cunostinte in cat mai multe domenii ale unui individ aparent interesant, dar atat de banal in realitate, in locul unui om care pare simplu, dar care este cu adevarat pasionat de ceea ce face si spune?&lt;br /&gt;Si asa e si cand vine vorba de relatiile de orice fel. Ne face oare mai demni sinceritatea cu care am iubit pe cineva si faptul ca am renuntat la orice, chiar la noi insine pentru persoana de langa noi, indiferent de cat de mult rau am facut celor dinainte sau vom face celor care vor veni dupa?&lt;br /&gt;Ne face mai buni faptul ca am fost candva atat de buni incat am dat totul fara sa asteptam nimic inapoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tot ce esti e tot ce ai."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4356733345028235268?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4356733345028235268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4356733345028235268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4356733345028235268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4356733345028235268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/02/shortcuts-through-life.html' title='Shortcuts through life'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R6xDCf3OhBI/AAAAAAAAASU/I7DBWILv65A/s72-c/Lies_by_boxedphotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6977418041915331030</id><published>2008-01-12T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:22.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>jocuri de oameni mari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R4kZ0O_p0hI/AAAAAAAAASM/6BZKHXmeuVQ/s1600-h/one_rainy_day_II_by_estellamestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R4kZ0O_p0hI/AAAAAAAAASM/6BZKHXmeuVQ/s320/one_rainy_day_II_by_estellamestella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154679633671213586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu ai un zambet rational, tu nu ai invatat sa zambesti decat pe jumatate. stii sa pui oamenii in incurcatura cu teoriile tale dar nu poti sa le ghicesti sufletul. tu urasti oamenii pentru ca nu te inteleg..&lt;br /&gt;nu stii ca nu e nicio filosofie aici, sunt doar franturi de fericire simpla. ai o gandire atat de complexa si totusi esti atat de banal.. nu poti sa zambesti! nu stii nici sa te joci in parul cuiva sau sa te dai in leagane. esti si neindemanatic, ai obiceiul sa pierzi oamenii din jurul tau, si apoi te prefaci ca nu-ti pasa, ca sa pari puternic.&lt;br /&gt;tu ai cateodata fruntea incruntata de atatea regrete si ganduri grele, inutile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6977418041915331030?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6977418041915331030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6977418041915331030' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6977418041915331030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6977418041915331030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/01/jocuri-de-oameni-mari.html' title='jocuri de oameni mari'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R4kZ0O_p0hI/AAAAAAAAASM/6BZKHXmeuVQ/s72-c/one_rainy_day_II_by_estellamestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-331780650834956750</id><published>2008-01-04T12:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:22.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Human after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R34O5-_p0gI/AAAAAAAAARE/cEJwFE6_gko/s1600-h/fairy_in_BW_by_nowaryesblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R34O5-_p0gI/AAAAAAAAARE/cEJwFE6_gko/s320/fairy_in_BW_by_nowaryesblack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151571413083738626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem victime ale societatii in care traim. Oricum am incerca sa negam, oricat de puternica ar fi personalitatea noastra si oricat de mult am dori sa ne impunem propriile valori si norme morale, intotdeauna mediul in care traim, mentalitatea sociala cu principiile si conventiile ei nescrise, ne vor influenta in mod decisiv si vor ajunge sa ne formeze, sa ne defineasca.. Unii dintre noi ne vom revolta impotriva lor la un moment dat, dar in final, ele vor fi doar cauza unor regrete, mai mici sau mai mari, iar noi ne vom resemna, punand totul pe seama destinului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca traim intr-o societate, si inca intr-una in care oamenii se grabesc sa judece fara sa cunoasca, in majoritatea timpului, nu faci altceva decat sa te lupti cu imaginea pe care altii ti-au creat-o in ochii celorlalti oameni. si de fapt, de ea depinde aproape totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca nu stiu in ce masura ii judec la randul meu pe oamenii care fac asta si in ce masura ii inteleg.. Pentru ca toti facem asa, toti avem prejudecati, oricat de deschisi am incerca sa fim, toti ascultam sfaturile si parerile prietenilor cand vine vorba de relatiile cu alti oameni, pentru ca nimeni nu face compromisuri doar ca sa stie ca a procedat cum trebuie fata de un om, incercand sa vada dincolo de imaginea creata de "majoritate". si majoritatea cu toate ca invinge, nu are aproape niciodata dreptate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-331780650834956750?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/331780650834956750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=331780650834956750' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/331780650834956750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/331780650834956750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2008/01/human-after-all.html' title='Human after all...'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R34O5-_p0gI/AAAAAAAAARE/cEJwFE6_gko/s72-c/fairy_in_BW_by_nowaryesblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7227384399535438112</id><published>2007-12-30T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:22.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraarapararaaaaam........... si 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3fVZO_p0dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hD03jokQAEI/s1600-h/Remember_Tomorrow___Pink_02_by_temabina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3fVZO_p0dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hD03jokQAEI/s320/Remember_Tomorrow___Pink_02_by_temabina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149819328419975634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii momentul ala din zi cand pur si simplu nu poti sa mai suporti starea de nervi si suparare , cand obosesti in starea aia si deja ti-e lene sa continui cu ea, pentru ca in fond, oricum nu rezolvi nimic? Si alegi sa iti revii si sa razi de tine si de situatie si iti mai amintesti si ceva dragut care te face sa zambesti.. atunci toate lucrurile pe care le simteai ca pe niste tragedii, (care numai tie ti se puteau intamplaaa /:) se transforma brusc in prostii si iti dai seama ca nu e sfarsitul lumii, la fel cum nici revelionul nu e sfarsitul lumii, oameni buni.. Nu stiu daca aflaserati deja, dar chiar asa e! REVELIONUL nu inseamna sfarsitul lumii! nu inseamna ca daca nu mancati in "noaptea dintre ani" 3 vite si nu beti ca porcii, nu v-ati distrat sau n-ati simtit revelionul. nu inseamna ca nu v-ati pregatit cum trebuie daca nu v-ati achizitionat haine cu paiete sclipici si pene de strutz si nu ati facut rezervari la cel mai scump club sau restaurant, inseamna doar ca sunteti niste snobi.. nu trebuie sa fie revelionul si sa o ia toata lumea razna ca sa te distrezi.&lt;br /&gt;In ceea ce ma priveste, abia astept sa treaca anul asta, m-a facut sa pierd destule lucruri, pe care, poate mi le va aduce 2008 inapoi sub o alta forma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani si voua pentru anul urmator! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7227384399535438112?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7227384399535438112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7227384399535438112' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7227384399535438112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7227384399535438112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/paraaaarapararam-si-2008.html' title='Paraarapararaaaaam........... si 2008!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3fVZO_p0dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hD03jokQAEI/s72-c/Remember_Tomorrow___Pink_02_by_temabina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3731791248054603735</id><published>2007-12-25T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:23.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru prima zi de Craciun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3EL7e_p0cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SsQCSIAJm4k/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_Everyone__by_Nejfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3EL7e_p0cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SsQCSIAJm4k/s320/Merry_Christmas_Everyone__by_Nejfi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147908965621420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi e prima zi de Craciun, azi e ziua in care toti ne primim cadourile si tot azi se fac promisiunile.&lt;br /&gt;Pune-ti o dorinta pentru ca azi vei avea si puterea sa crezi in ea. Nu te gandi la tot ce-ai pierdut, bucura-te de ce ai acum pentru ca regretele ne fac intotdeauna sa uitam sa traim in prezent. Incearca sa renunti la cadourile conventionale, fii tu insuti cadoul pe care cineva il asteapta si nu uita sa nu fii niciodata singur de Craciun. Asta inseamna ca trebuie sa ierti din suflet si sa iubesti, ca sa te poti simti cu adevarat liber si curat.  Azi e timpul sa fim sinceri, macar fata de noi si fata de cei dragi pentru ca in fond, nimeni n-o sa ne aprecieze si n-o sa ne iubeasca mai mult pentru orgoliul sau vanintatea noastra si nicio rautate n-o sa ne aduca in schimb nimic bun. Nu e nevoie sa facem niste urari care nu vin din suflet, hai sa spunem doar gandurile frumoase pe care le simtim, intr-un mod cat mai simplu si sincer, fara sa le exageram, pentru ca asa vor valora mult mai mult. Hai sa incercam sa-i facem fericiti pe oamenii care ne iubesc cu adevarat, pentru ca ei in mod sigur merita!&lt;br /&gt;Adevaratul nostru cadou de Craciun vine intotdeauna odata cu intamplarea, cand nu ne asteptam si e sub forma unui lucru simplu. Nu uita sa pastrezi intotdeauna o amintire frumoasa a Craciunului! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadoul meu e melodia asta: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKsNCRlLNYo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Zoia Alecu - Vino aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-3731791248054603735?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3731791248054603735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3731791248054603735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3731791248054603735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3731791248054603735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/pentru-prima-zi-de-craciun.html' title='Pentru prima zi de Craciun..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R3EL7e_p0cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SsQCSIAJm4k/s72-c/Merry_Christmas_Everyone__by_Nejfi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3206463832135164410</id><published>2007-12-22T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:07:25.928+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca una</title><content type='html'>Vorba unui prieten, mai nou la mine pe blog din 4 posturi, 3 sunt lepse.. Ei, o sa revin si la posturile mele serioase, am multe de scris si nu mai stiu cu care sa incep..&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam, am mai primit o leapsa, din partea &lt;a href="http://luckydreamer.wordpress.com/"&gt;danei&lt;/a&gt;. Trebuie sa spun ce-as vrea, si la sfarsit sa-mi mai pun singura o intrebare ca asa e jocul.. :)) Sa incep.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai vrea sa citesti o carte pe zi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu neaparat. Cititul unei carti poate insemna pierdere de timp pe langa alte lucruri pe care poti sa le traiesti, nu sa le cunosti doar teoretic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai vrea sa primesti un examen (test, teza) lung (lunga), dar sa aiba exercitii usoare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa.. Propun sa scoatem intrebarea asta. Depinde.. sunt situatii in care vreau sa ma verific pe mine si atunci muncesc si situatii in care vreau doar sa scap prin orice mijloace :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai vrea sa poti merge in turneu cu formatia preferata?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaa, sigur m-as distra, in primul rand pentru ca m-as plimba si as cunoaste multi oameni si as merge la concerte o data la cateva zile, si in al doilea rand pentru ca as fi cu trupa preferata si m-as simti bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai vrea sa petreci fiecare luna intr-o tara diferita?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu. Nici n-as vrea. Poate pentru un an maxim, nu sunt genul de om care sa reziste la atatea schimbari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai vrea sa petreci o saptamana intr-un spital de nebuni?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, in niciun caz, cine si-ar dori asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ai vrea sa dansezi toata ziua prin casa? :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da, asta fac acum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa se duce unde vrea ea... la oricine are chef. aa.. dar mai intai satreaca pe la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-3206463832135164410?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3206463832135164410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3206463832135164410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3206463832135164410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3206463832135164410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/inca-una.html' title='Inca una'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7632099246076062693</id><published>2007-12-19T22:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:23.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa cu cantec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2mAf-_p0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_yIW4eWbfo0/s1600-h/this_is_how_weROCK_by_roseonthegrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2mAf-_p0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_yIW4eWbfo0/s320/this_is_how_weROCK_by_roseonthegrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145785336221782450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai vesela melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Trauma - E-uri (o ascult mereu cand sunt fericita)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travka - Jump (ma face si mai fericita cand o ascult :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai trista melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink Floyd - Hey You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placebo - Pierrot The Clown (pentru ca imi aminteste de o perioada urata..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai senzuala melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prodigy - Hotride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stillwater - Fever Dog (claaar!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai idioata melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margineanu - Daina mucles (in sensul bun.. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai veche melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edith Piaf - Non je ne regrette rien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai noua melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daft Punk - Make Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai dulce melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elton John - Tiny Dancer (cea mai dulce??!?!?! /:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai recent adaugata melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zob - Radiopunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai agresiva melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pantera - This Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai ascultata melodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Citizen Cope - Brother Lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cele mai multe melodii ale unei singure formatii pe care le aveti in playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    nu neaparat cele mai multe melodii, dar cele mai ascultate trupe: Travka, Rage Against The Machine, Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cea mai interesanta melodie din punct de vedere al constructiei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Royksopp - What Else Is There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Melodia cu cel mai lung titlu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town (ca sa nu scriu tot lying is the ... :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Melodia cu cel mai scurt titlu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Hooverphonic - Eden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa vine de la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlaad&lt;/a&gt; si se duce laaaaaaalalalala : &lt;a href="http://www.andressa.ro/"&gt;andressa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nikosita.blogspot.com/"&gt;niko&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.oanadespa.com/"&gt;oana despa :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7632099246076062693?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7632099246076062693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7632099246076062693' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7632099246076062693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7632099246076062693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/leapsa-cu-cantec.html' title='Leapsa cu cantec'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2mAf-_p0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_yIW4eWbfo0/s72-c/this_is_how_weROCK_by_roseonthegrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2061703652212216393</id><published>2007-12-17T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dintr-o intamplare fericita..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2aovO_p0YI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3i87gTokNKc/s1600-h/lippypollilop_by_DontHangTheDJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2aovO_p0YI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3i87gTokNKc/s320/lippypollilop_by_DontHangTheDJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144985153749766530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toti avem zile proaste, zile urate, de care nu suntem multumiti si pe care nici nu vrem sa ni le amintim. dar nu m-am gandit vreodata ca o zi proasta te poate salva din mai multe incurcaturi si probleme decat ai fi crezut, sau ca un rau iti poate aduce mai mult noroc decat te asteptai.&lt;br /&gt;de exemplu, daca m-ai fi intrebat pana acum cateva ore despre cum mi-a mers vineri, as fi spus ca a fost o zi nu numai banala, chiar proasta, avand in vedere ca am fost foarte racita si a trebuit sa stau numai in casa, n-am facut altceva decat sa consum un bax de servetele, sa stau pe mess sa ma uit la filme doar pe jumatate(pentru ca ma plictiseam repede), sa-mi readuc aminte cat de mult urasc iarna, sa iau pastile, de la care m-a luat ameteala si somnul si am inceput sa vad pitici portocalii pe pereti, eu nefiind obisnuita sa iau medicamente si nici sa stau atata timp singura, inchisa in casa. in schimb, daca mi-as fi petrecut ziua asa cum era normal, vineri ar fi fost mai mult decat o zi pierduta inutil, din cauza unei raceli, ar fi insemnat inceputul unei adevarate catastrofe, si sfarsitul oricarei asteptari sau sanse da a avea parte de o vacanta cel putin linistita... nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc ce consecinte ar fi putut sa aiba..&lt;br /&gt;asa ca tot raul a fost spre bine! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2061703652212216393?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R2aovO_p0YI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3i87gTokNKc/s72-c/lippypollilop_by_DontHangTheDJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5001237804252577354</id><published>2007-12-09T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:36:16.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa de duminica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male friend&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Adi, Dan, Florin SI Tweet&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ema, Corina, Andra&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; vara din 2006&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 15&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ar fi prea multe.. cea mai recenta e de vineri, la pitesti, concert, corina si tweety, cumparaturi, travka, frig, ras, tren, poze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time of day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; dimineata, 6:30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;duminica&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; peste&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nu ma gandesc niciodata la alea urate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person you saw:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mama&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person you talked to on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mihaela&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aseara, mai multe persoane, nu-mi amintesc sigur&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Text messaged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Valeriu, Ema&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; am venit de la concert, am dormit, am mancat in sfarsiiiiit, am descarcat pozele, am povestit, am fost ragusita, am vorbit la telefon, am incercat sa invat, am ascultat muzica, stat pe net, dansat, am fost la andra, am fost in club :))&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who were you with:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; multi, doar am iesit in oras..&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad/Good day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; am fost un pic obosita..&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lose something:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cred ca toate sunt la locul lor..&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall out with someone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; acum m-am trezit&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today in general:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ce pot sa fac duminica? dorm! si cateodata am intentia sa invat..&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pijama&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you eat for lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; biscuiti Pim's /:)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better than yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; iar luni..&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got any plans:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scoala, teza la engleza, film&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Lucky:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; da, imediat cum trece anu' asta&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; teza la engleza&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inca putin si iau o pauza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 19, 9, 7 (numerele impare in general)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; azi ascult kumm, travka si coldplay&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; albastru, mov, verde&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; primavara&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in momentul asta, Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With someone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; citez.. eu nu sunt singura, sunt libera! :))&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing someone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; da.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; adormita&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sa vina vara si sa plec, sa nu ratez niciun festival si sa nu simt cand e duminica, sa dorm pe plaja si sa merg la cumparaturi, sa citesc numai ce-mi place si sa nu trebuiasca sa ma trezesc devreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa am primit-o de la &lt;a href="http://nikosita.blogspot.com/"&gt;nikosita&lt;/a&gt; si merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://kalleya.blogspot.com/"&gt;allia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kawaii-lara.blogspot.com/"&gt;lara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;, si la oricine mai are chef de ea.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5001237804252577354?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5636535736803028286</id><published>2007-12-05T23:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1cTAO_qUDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zB4ZrQl2HSs/s1600-h/A_Singer_in_a_Smokey_Room_by_Tar_Ancalimon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1cTAO_qUDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zB4ZrQl2HSs/s320/A_Singer_in_a_Smokey_Room_by_Tar_Ancalimon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598394412748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isi dadea seama ca iubirea aceasta il departeaza de toate credintele si nazuintele lui si totusi simtea ca fara de ea i s-ar istovi inima si viata insasi si-ar pierde orice rost, iar lumea ar deveni un pustiu fara margini."&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Liviu Rebreanu - "Padurea Spanzuratilor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5636535736803028286?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5636535736803028286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5636535736803028286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5636535736803028286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5636535736803028286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/isi-dadea-seama-ca-iubirea-aceasta-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1cTAO_qUDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zB4ZrQl2HSs/s72-c/A_Singer_in_a_Smokey_Room_by_Tar_Ancalimon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5570693449314026707</id><published>2007-12-03T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERATIA X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1RvSe_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cPTB6dwl0w8/s1600-R/Punk_Rock_Girl_by_ShaeeLush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1RvSe_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EMFod3BZ1js/s320/Punk_Rock_Girl_by_ShaeeLush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139855438084984866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ziua de azi nu mai exista copii, exista numai oameni "maturi". in ziua de azi fetele vor sa cucereasca baietii cu replici din cioran, memorate cu truda si rostite pe o banca in parc, sub un plop, cu ochii intredeschisi, in stil poetic, in timp ce parul le flutura-n vant... fetele se machiaza numai cu negru pana ajung sa arate ca niste ratoni, si se imbraca in culori cat mai sterse,  in negru, pentru ca "THEY DON'T FUCKIN' CARE....".&lt;br /&gt;Nu le pasa cum arata si cred ca nu se coboara la lucruri superficiale, care nu tin de planul spiritual... in schimb apeleaza la cele mai penibile moduri de a atrage atentia si de a iesi in evidenta. pentru ca vedeti voi, ele sunt "ALTFEL"!&lt;br /&gt;Tot "altfel" dar la extrema cealalta sunt si fetele care nu spun nimic pt ca pantalonii puma originali, bluza cu spatele gol, fara maneci si eventual si fara partea din fata, cele 3 kg de aur de pe ele, zambetul misterios (creat in mod involuntar de imposibilitatea de a-si misca prea mult muschii fetei de teama sa nu crape cumva stratul de 3 cm de machiaj ) si suncile care ies din acei pantaloni puma, fac orice baiat NORMAL! sa cada prada iubirii pe loc.. ca sa fiu clara, un baiat normal, prototipul generatiei noastre, este tot acela cu parul indreptat, vopsit si tzepi de cocalar, fond de ten, lentile de contact, epilat, cu haine cu paiete si sclipici, stramte, cu numele firmei pe ele si roz, pe care mai scrie de multe ori si "in fashion".&lt;br /&gt;Toti acestia sunt niste razvratiti, rebeliunea lor nu are limite si niciunul nu va fi vreodata ca "restul". tocmai ca sa-si demonstreze nonconformismul, revolta fata de tot ce se incadreaza in tipar, fata de reguli si conventii , ei si-au pus singuri etichete si s-au impartit in turme mai mici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si aud in fiecare zi cum oamenii vorbesc cu mare admiratie despre copiii din ziua de azi, despre cat de inteligenti si precoce sunt ei.. cand de fapt singura diferenta o face accesul la informatie si libertatea, prost inteleasa, care le da impresia ca sunt centrul universului si ca totul li se cuvine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5570693449314026707?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5570693449314026707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5570693449314026707' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5570693449314026707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5570693449314026707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/12/generatia-x.html' title='GENERATIA X'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R1RvSe_qUCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EMFod3BZ1js/s72-c/Punk_Rock_Girl_by_ShaeeLush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1593561352443107678</id><published>2007-11-19T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudateniile mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R0GljtdzReI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rs8HUwfmrRw/s1600-h/730a7684660e2a63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R0GljtdzReI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rs8HUwfmrRw/s320/730a7684660e2a63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134567083097671138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt genul de om care se supara din cele mai ciudate lucruri, si trebuie sa le cunosti si sa le accepti daca vrei sa ne intelegem. sau trebuie sa ai cat de cat bun-simt. in fond, nu cer mare lucru..&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu, nu incerca sa ma intelegi dimineata. nu-mi pune intrebari de genul : "ai dormit bine?" sau "ai visat frumos?" la 6 dimineata, cand afara e inca intuneric si eu nu vreau decat sa ma duc inapoi in pat, sa-mi fie cald si sa dorm linistita, fara tine pe capul meu. dimineata daca stai pe langa mine trebuie sa faci toate lucrurile cum trebuie sau sa ma lasi in pace. in caz contrar, exista pericolul sa ma enervez, sa tip, sa trantesc, sa sparg etc.&lt;br /&gt;NU ma acuza de lucruri pe care nu le-am facut si nici nu da vina pe altii cand, clar, vina e a ta. asuma-ti responsabilitatea si atunci toate se rezolva de la sine, pana la urma toti gresim!&lt;br /&gt;NU fi prost-crescut/a si nu da lucrurile pe care ti le fac cadou sau ti le dau pur si simplu, dupa smiorcaieli insistente. mi se pare tare de prost gust si in mod sigur n-o sa uit&lt;br /&gt;Ai face bine sa nu-mi dai lectii in legatura cu lucruri pe care le stiu mai bine decat tine si sa nici nu ma judeci in functie de varsta&lt;br /&gt;E spre binele tau sa nu intarzii si sa te tii de cuvant cand imi promiti ceva, pentru ca nici asta nu uit si o sa dau si eu, la randul meu, dovada de aceeasi bunavointa exact cand ai mai mare nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu in ce masura sunt sau nu sunt vazute ca "ciudatenii" dar in mod clar reprezinta lucruri care ma enerveaza si care prefer sa-mi fie respectate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1593561352443107678?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1593561352443107678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1593561352443107678' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1593561352443107678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1593561352443107678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/11/ciudateniile-mele.html' title='Ciudateniile mele'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/R0GljtdzReI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rs8HUwfmrRw/s72-c/730a7684660e2a63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4470833077836291256</id><published>2007-11-18T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fara titlu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rz9v8ddzRdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J9kseXs4h6M/s1600-h/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rz9v8ddzRdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J9kseXs4h6M/s320/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133945184718112210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt momente cand trebuie sa renunti. cand iei o decizie fara cale de intoarcere, chiar daca ar fi mai usor sa lasi lucrurile asa. sunt momente cand nu te mai gasesti in nimic din jurul tau pentru ca ai pierdut o parte din tine si acum lumea ta pare absurda, nu mai are niciun sens, acum esti total neputincios si iti simti sufletul gol.&lt;br /&gt;teama aceea nebuna de a nu pierde ceva ce oricum nu-ti mai apartinea s-a transformat intr-o resemnare fireasca, din iubirea aceea adevarata si sincera nu mai ramasese demult decat o dependenta ingaduita, iar toate asteptarile si dorintele vii s-au transformat peste noapte in amintiri demult uitate in sertare goale si murdare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ar da orice sa mai fie macar o data ca inainte. macar un moment al vostru..un moment de fericire sincera si copilareasca. ii era atat de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupturile iremediabile si definitive sunt cele care se intampla pe nesimtite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4470833077836291256?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4470833077836291256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4470833077836291256' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4470833077836291256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4470833077836291256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunt-momente-cand-trebuie-sa-renunti.html' title='fara titlu'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rz9v8ddzRdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J9kseXs4h6M/s72-c/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-852218425651339962</id><published>2007-11-10T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Versuri si miros de portocale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RzX37CX2w_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_NdMrK5Roo/s1600-h/ba44786f56ed1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RzX37CX2w_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_NdMrK5Roo/s320/ba44786f56ed1676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131279944079819762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobora scarile blocului cu o nerabdare copilareasca parca, dar totusi calculata. Iesi din scara si se opri mirata, amintindu-si de dupa-amiaza aceea de toamna de care vorbisera saptamana trecuta la ora de literatura, si i se parea ca are un deja-vu cu scena din carte. Era ora 5 si ceva, ora la care de mult isi facuse obiceiul sa petreaca timp cu ea, sa-si inteleaga singuratatea, care implica si independenta totala, si sa se bucure de ea.&lt;br /&gt;Mergea pe strada pavata cu amintiri ale unui castel vechi cu ferestre mari din sticla mov si vise prafuite erau pe cale sa-i explodeze in suflet. Avea obrajii rosii si ii placea ca frigul sa-i amorteasca fiecare zvacnire a emotiilor, fiecare impuls mut si controlat la timp. Nu simtea mare lucru, avea doar mainile reci si mici si curate si o indiferenta calma pe chip,  vedea geamurile masinilor acoperite de aburul uitarii si se oprea din cand in cand sa deseneze cu degetul ceva la intamplare, fara forma sau vreun sens, iar la un moment dat, in mod inconstient scrise numele lui. Trecu mai departe incruntandu-se si impunandu-si sa lase prostiile, nu mai era ea de entuziasm copilaresc si inutil.&lt;br /&gt;Simtea miros de portocale, de iarna si cu cat se indrepta spre bulevardul cu lumini si franturi de viata, i se parea ca totul e din ce in ce mai schimbat, oamenii incepeau si ei sa prinda culoare.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci telefonul suna, transformand timpul si lumea si seara ei, anuntandu-i un alt inceput. Ea isi asuma riscul acesta si pleca in cautarea lui, fredonand niste versuri aiurea in timp ce mesteca guma si facea apoi baloane care i se lipeau de nas, cu un zambet de fericire adevarata si cu sentimentul ca merita. Erau atatea lucruri pe care nici ea nu mai stia de cand nu le mai facuse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-852218425651339962?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/852218425651339962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=852218425651339962' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/852218425651339962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/852218425651339962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/11/versuri-si-miros-de-portocale.html' title='Versuri si miros de portocale'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RzX37CX2w_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_NdMrK5Roo/s72-c/ba44786f56ed1676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-3213958170991518231</id><published>2007-11-04T21:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:24.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nori de hartie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ry4uGS6XlAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bcMQ_jgRFZ0/s1600-h/sensible_zara_by_curlytops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ry4uGS6XlAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bcMQ_jgRFZ0/s320/sensible_zara_by_curlytops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129087711312319490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Suntem singuri unii fata de altii.&lt;br /&gt;   Ne vedem cu totii printr-un ciob de geam aburit. ne e greu sa ne apropiem, sa ne cunoastem sau sa avem incredere. ne e frica, ne e indiferent.&lt;br /&gt;   Oamenii de fapt se cauta in permanenta intre ei, si nu se gasesc de cele mai multe ori. pentru ca ne greu sa ne vedem cu adevarat. pentru ca egoismul ne tine departe de restul. pentru ca acceptam prima impresie, pentru ca suntem superficiali si nici nu ne intereseaza sa aflam mai mult. nu gasim timp sa ne gandim de 2 ori sau sa credem. suntem mult prea ocupati sa ne ascundem in spatele parerilor, sa ne inchidem cat putem in noi.&lt;br /&gt;   Suntem convinsi ca ceea ce cautam exista, speram asta, macar in cel mai adanc coltisor al sufletului, dar cu toate astea nu facem nimic decat sa asteptam si sa ignoram. n-o sa ne traga nimeni de maneca sa ne spuna ca ceea ce cautam si ne dorim e chiar langa noi si ca am face bine sa ne oprim din graba, asa ca o sa trecem mereu mai departe, cu un gust amar de tristete, fara sa ne dam seama de ce..&lt;br /&gt;   Se poate sa ma insel? e doar o discutie inceputa intr-o zi de joi..si neterminata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-3213958170991518231?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/3213958170991518231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=3213958170991518231' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3213958170991518231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/3213958170991518231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/11/nori-de-hartie.html' title='nori de hartie'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ry4uGS6XlAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bcMQ_jgRFZ0/s72-c/sensible_zara_by_curlytops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4569650146401801360</id><published>2007-10-28T23:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:28.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>si peste o saptamana CU PRAGA VREAU SA TE MINT !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RyUI-C6Xk-I/AAAAAAAAANw/jqlSvIW_4vg/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RyUI-C6Xk-I/AAAAAAAAANw/jqlSvIW_4vg/s320/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126513612857775074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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asteptare cu palmele transpirate si batai ale inimii grabite si asurzitoare, si in sfarsit cei 5 apar pe scena si explozia de sunete si emotii incepe!&lt;br /&gt;Toata oboseala mi-a disparut, n-ai cum sa mai stii sau sa mai simti altceva decat muzica, energia, periculos de intensa pe care ti-o transmit. baietii ne-au incantat cu melodii noi si vechi, am urlat impreuna, l-am ajutat pe george la versuri...&lt;br /&gt;La fel de mult ca baiatul din spatele meu care incerca sa ma tina ca sa nu fiu aruncata pe scena, m-a ajutat si boxa din fata mea, de care ma tineam cu o mana in timp ce in cealalta aveam aparatul cu care am facut pozele, poze de care sunt tare mandra avand in vedere conditiile in care am reusit sa mai tin si un aparat.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut ocazia sa fotografiez linistita la melodia "cum te simti" cand oamenii n-au mai facut pogo, dar mi-a fost imposibil..&lt;br /&gt;fiecare melodie era povestea unei miscari a sufletului, era vindecarea oricarui sentiment pamantesc, era slabiciunea mea in acorduri de fum..&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinara a fost si prestatia lor, si  reactia publicului, totul a meritat si este imposibil de redat in cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenomenul "VREAU SA SIMT PRAGA" a inceput in noaptea de vineri si a venit ca o rasplata pentru toata asteptarea acestui album, care, apropos, nu e de vanzare, muzica travka nu poate fi doar cumparata, trebuie simtita si pretuita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4569650146401801360?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4569650146401801360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4569650146401801360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5549103071840909778</id><published>2007-10-25T15:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:29.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VREAU SA SIMT PRAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RyCNsy6XkrI/AAAAAAAAALY/pbgqFjQKg-U/s1600-h/afis333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RyCNsy6XkrI/AAAAAAAAALY/pbgqFjQKg-U/s400/afis333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125252176667972274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE CERE URLARE DE DIAFRAGME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRAVKA lanseaza cel de-al doilea album, Vreau Sa Simt Praga, VINERI 26 OCTOMBRIE!&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem acolooooooooooooo! (cu ocazia asta poate imi arata cineva si unde e webul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5549103071840909778?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5549103071840909778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5549103071840909778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5549103071840909778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5549103071840909778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/10/vreau-sa-simt-praga.html' title='VREAU SA SIMT PRAGA'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RyCNsy6XkrI/AAAAAAAAALY/pbgqFjQKg-U/s72-c/afis333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1685792702995151507</id><published>2007-10-19T16:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:34:49.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepse si lamuriri</title><content type='html'>in primul rand trebuie sa lamuresc ceva... :)) nu imi scriu viata pe blog, nu ma descriu, nu ma apuc sa spun despre ce-am mancat la pranz, pe cine cunosc, cu cine ma cert, nu ma vaiet pe blog si nu-mi spun problemele. astea sunt chestii personale. nici macar nu dau nume si nu fac sa para ca e vorba de mine ca sa bag lumea in ceata si sa par mai interesanta. putine din posturile mele sunt despre mine. ar fi absurd sa pretind ca lucrurile pe care le scriu nu au baza in viata reala, toate pornesc de la o stare, o senzatie traita de mine dar intr-un mod total diferit de cel in care povestesc. in concluzie, nu scriu ca sa creada lumea ca ma cunoaste si sa-mi dea lectii, scriu pentru ca imi place sa scriu si pentru ca poate sunt si altii care se regasesc si pe care ii ajuta in vreun fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In al doilea rand.. stiu ca am de onorat niste lepse care s-au strans din cauza lipsei mele de timp. Amandoua sunt de la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vlad&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ prima data trebuie sa spun cum ma jucam cand eram mica. imi amintesc ca jucam piticot :D era un joc intr-o cutie albastra, pe care era desenat un copil pe o sanie in zapada. in rest, ma jucam ca orice copil deh, afara, cu alti copii si asta ma face sa-mi dau seama de cand n-am mai vazut copii jucandu-se cum ne jucam noi, si asta nu se intampla chiar asa demult. n-am mai vazut copii afara, sa stea de la pranz pana seara, sa vina murdari, sa cada, sa se loveasca, sa deseneze pe astfalt. si de cand nu i-am mai auzit strigand la alti copii, cum faceam noi si ieseau babele sa faca scandal, si ne spuneau sa ne ducem la blocul nostru si noi faceam mai rau galagie. acum ei probabil isi stabilesc intalniri pe mess.&lt;br /&gt;cand m-am facut mai mare jucam fotbal cu andra si cu baietii si ne jucam jocuri pe televizor, ieseam cu rolele, ne cataram in copaci, ne jucam vesnicul "pitulatea" care e si el in ziua de azi invechit..&lt;br /&gt;aaa! si de cand ma stiu imi place sa ma dau in leagane pana ametesc si tot nu ma satur. si acum cand ies in oras trec pe la leagane cand conving pe cate cineva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a doua leapsa imi cere sa sa spun 4 lucruri despr emine dintre care 1 sa fie falsa..&lt;br /&gt;1. incurc meduza cu caracatita&lt;br /&gt;2. imi sunt simpatici politicienii&lt;br /&gt;3. nu suport barbatii imbracati in roz&lt;br /&gt;4. vorbesc si rad mult si tare, topai, ma agit, ma supar, imi trece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu cine se apuca sa-mi rezolve ghicitori pe blog, dar daca asta e leapsa.. si cele 2 lepse se duc mai departe la oricine vrea sa le ia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1685792702995151507?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1685792702995151507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1685792702995151507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1685792702995151507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1685792702995151507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/10/lepse-si-lamuriri.html' title='Lepse si lamuriri'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7664192862096371121</id><published>2007-10-08T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:29.334+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la limita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwqO9I4i_iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wwZfgEfFi8o/s1600-h/Hope__by_Esceden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwqO9I4i_iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wwZfgEfFi8o/s320/Hope__by_Esceden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119061107467812386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sunt aici, da. doar ma vezi prin fumul asta gros. si eu vad, dar nu pot sa cred nimic. simti ca nu simt nimic?&lt;br /&gt;nu e nicio traire, poate stiu eu sa mimez bine, poate sunt ceilalti prea orbi.. dar absenta mea o simt pana si eu. nu-mi mai gasesc motivele! nici multumirile, nici pe mine.. am doar niste semne lasate de lucrurile superficiale, prin care mi-am facut atata rau mie.&lt;br /&gt;am fost neatenta. mi-am pierdut brelocul norocos si nici n-am mai crezut in el de-atunci. am uitat si sa ma dau in leagane, eram prea ametita de cand am intors totul cu susul in jos si m-am incapatanat sa-mi placa.. si totusi n-am incredere in absolut nimic din ce vad! nici macar atunci cand spui adevarul, cand te astepti de la mine sa simt ce-mi spui, sa inteleg si sa arat ca-mi pasa. si te las sa crezi orice vrei. tocmai pentru ca nu-mi pasa. ti-am zis ca nu ma simt bine aici, nu ma simt in siguranta, nu ma simt multumita, nu zambesc, nu-ti arat nimic din mine. in lumea in care am intrat suntem toti de hartie. toti o apa si-un pamant.&lt;br /&gt;cum sa ma vezi daca de fapt nu sunt aici? nu sunt, m-am uitat in buzunarul unei geci vechi, care acum nu se mai potrivea cu momentul.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stii ca poti respira fara sa simti? si poti juca teatru fara sa-ti pese sau poti minti pana si gandul nespus al celuilalt. dar vine un moment cand incepi sa te intrebi unde mai esti tu in toate astea. cand te regasesti in sfarsit pe tine, iti gasesti si motivele, si radacinile si curajul de a face ceva cu adevarat pentru tine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am o singura arma, e autonomia mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7664192862096371121?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7664192862096371121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7664192862096371121' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7664192862096371121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7664192862096371121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-limita.html' title='la limita'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwqO9I4i_iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wwZfgEfFi8o/s72-c/Hope__by_Esceden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5900939687572738833</id><published>2007-10-03T22:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:30:54.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cosmarul de zi</title><content type='html'>asta a fost?&lt;br /&gt;acum ti se taie respiratia, inlemnesti, e sentimentul ala sufocant de singuratate, de gol, de disperare, cu pumnii stransi, parca tremuri in tine, ingheti si simti niste furnicaturi pe gat care te inteapa din ce in ce mai tare, golul din suflet se continua parca si in stomac, si te apleci, nu mai poti sa-ti tii genunchii drepti, vrei sa te asezi, de fapt nici nu te misti, esti amortit, nici ochii nu-i misti..&lt;br /&gt;nu constientizezi pentru ca nu mai esti stapan pe tine, nu te mai poti controla, iti spui ca nu e adevarat si vrei sa crezi, si realitatea te loveste-n fata si atunci te revolti, tot in tine.. totul se petrece in tine, si privirea si gandurile tale o iau razna.&lt;br /&gt;te miri ca in jurul tau inca se deruleaza filmul ala prost dintotdeauna, nu intelegi cum, de ce, dar lumea nu s-a oprit in loc pentru sfarsitul tau. si asta te face sa te simti si mai singur, vrei sa fugi in lumea care are grija de tine sau macar sa fii inteles..&lt;br /&gt;simti ca de data asta nu mai e loc de alte interpretari,  si innebunesti cu toate gandurile alea asurzitoare-n cap si toate intrebarile..&lt;br /&gt;ajungi acasa fara sa stii cum. cu gesturi mecanice deschizi usa si te pui pe pat, fara sa te intinzi. stai incordat si te gandesti in timp ce ochii se misca repede in toate partile, esti inca blocat si inca nu te dezmeticesti, nu stii cum sa reactionezi, e prea mult pentru tine, nu stii nici ce sa faci..&lt;br /&gt;si incet incepi sa-ti dai seama de finalul asta prost, de realitatea asta mizerabila si realizezi ca n-o sa poti da timpul inapoi..&lt;br /&gt;si atunci privirea se transforma din speriata in serioasa si rea.. esti total neputincios, simti frica si durere, o durere dintre cele mai mari si cele mai grele pana inauntru inauntru de tot, care iti rupe sufletul si lumea in doua si atunci esti tu insuti cel mai mult, mai sincer ca oricand.. atunci nu vrei nimic, atunci iti dai seama de lucruri cu adevarat importante, care dor, si durerea te face mai indiferent, deci mai puternic in fata altor dureri, si lasa in tine urme adanci de tot, te schimba in mod radical, fara sa poti face ceva, si niciodata nu vei mai putea simti la fel de sincer si nu vei mai fi la fel, nu va mai fi la fel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5900939687572738833?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5900939687572738833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5900939687572738833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5900939687572738833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5900939687572738833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/10/cosmarul-de-zi.html' title='cosmarul de zi'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-193818955720659106</id><published>2007-10-01T19:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:29.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se cere urlare de diafragme !!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwEl6o4i_hI/AAAAAAAAALI/gEDIzUMYRy8/s1600-h/travka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwEl6o4i_hI/AAAAAAAAALI/gEDIzUMYRy8/s400/travka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116412341006827026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foarte relativ subiectu' asta cu visul meu.. a venit sub forma unei lepse primita mai demult de la &lt;a href="http://elenyta-yourfriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;elena&lt;/a&gt; si de la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nu-mi vine un lucru special in minte daca ma intrebi care e visul meu, nu stiu nici daca sa-ti vorbesc despre ceva ce imi doresc eu sa fac sau despre ceva cu totul extraordinar dinafara mea, care nu depinde de mine, dar care m-ar face fericita.&lt;br /&gt;si de fapt, daca ma gandesc mai bine, nici macar nu am cine stie ce vise marete, care implica planuri si mari asteptari, in fiecare zi imi doresc cate ceva si incerc sa-mi doresc lucruri care tin de mine. si daca as visa sa schimb lumea tot de la mine as porni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singurul lucru concret pe care pot sa-l scriu acum aici e ca vreau sa merg la lansarea Travka pe 26 :)) da, asta vreau! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAVKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi fumam paradisul....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-193818955720659106?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/193818955720659106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=193818955720659106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/193818955720659106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/193818955720659106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-cere-urlare-de-diafragme.html' title='Se cere urlare de diafragme !!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RwEl6o4i_hI/AAAAAAAAALI/gEDIzUMYRy8/s72-c/travka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4260959467115793381</id><published>2007-09-26T21:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:52:15.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'>dau 2 beri goale pentru una plina!</title><content type='html'>"gresesti. de fapt cine sunt eu sa-ti spun ca gresesti? faci cum simti si cum crezi. dar vreau sa se termine-aici! nu povestea, ci teatrul asta obositor pe care il jucam de un timp, abureala pe care eu ma fac ca n-o vad iar tu te faci ca o crezi. de ce sa ne mai mintim? e mai sanatos si simplu pentru amandoua sa recunoastem si sa o luam ca atare.&lt;br /&gt;visele copilaresti si increderea in noi s-au dus dracului demult, nu exista nicio tragedie in final.&lt;br /&gt;ne-am schimbat mult, eu acum iti accept altfel toate dovezile de egoism de copil rasfatat dus pana la indiferenta, pentru ca acum m-am convins ca prea putine merita sa ma consum, si pentru ca te cunosc prea bine. si stii cat urasc cand minti! urasc urasc chiar si cele mai mici lucruri pe care mi le spui fara sa fie adevarate, pentru ca nu e corect sa nu fi sincera cu mine. dar stiu ca asa esti tu, n-am cum sa te schimb, de-aia nici nu te judec..&lt;br /&gt;se zice ca intr-o relatie intotdeauna cineva da mai mult. mereu eu am fost aia, tu decat ai promis, ai spus tot ce-a fost nevoie ca sa stii ca o sa ma ai atunci cand vei ramane singura. mai mereu a fost vorba de tine.&lt;br /&gt;dar am terminat cu morala, nu mai sunt nici ironica asa cum te enerveaza pe tine, nu te mai invat pentru ca pana nu o patesti nu ma crezi si oricum n-are rost. crezi ca stii mai mult decat stii de fapt si crezi ca e deajuns sa iti amintesti de un om doar cand ai timp ca sa-l numesti prieten.&lt;br /&gt;cand am avut nevoie de tine mi-ai spus ca esti langa mine si ca o sa fi intotdeauna, eu chiar am fost de fiecare data cand ai avut nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;si n-am spus ca nu mai suntem prietene, doar ca nimeni nu mai crede ca "noi doua o sa ramanem intotdeauna, orice s-ar intampla!" asta s-a dus demult si sa nu crezi ca o sa mai fiu acolo cand o sa ramai singura. pentru ca oamenii nu se inlocuiesc. oamenii se pierd. ti-am zis sa fi atenta cu cei la care tii pentru ca intr-o zi.. o sa fie prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa mai stii ca daca ti-am facut vreodata rau, a fost neintentionat, a fost pentru ca m-am pacalit pe mine, a fost inconstient. stiu ca ma cunosti si tu si ca stii cat de ipocrita pot sa fiu, dar n-am de gand sa fac asta. nu cu tine. niciodata. si orice o sa faci, asa cum am mai spus, o sa fie iertat, dar nu uitat.&lt;br /&gt;ai fost cea mai mare "schimbare" din viata mea, cred. avem prea multe lucruri adevarate impreuna ca sa lasam sa se termine urat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gresesti sau nu, e alegerea ta si de-acum oricum ai ales sa te descurci fara mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*post scris mai demult, asa, pentru mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4260959467115793381?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4260959467115793381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4260959467115793381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4260959467115793381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4260959467115793381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/dau-2-beri-goale-pentru-una-plina.html' title='dau 2 beri goale pentru una plina!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8427988184513751374</id><published>2007-09-24T18:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:29.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>povestea celor 3 fete continua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RvffEo4i_fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pa_EcyiFB20/s1600-h/rebellio_by_junest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RvffEo4i_fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pa_EcyiFB20/s320/rebellio_by_junest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113801172689550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;povestea celor trei fete care au speriat scoli, s-au batut, au fost neintelese, s-au certat, s-au razbunat, s-au cunoscut atat de bine, au fost prietene, au terorizat profesori, au fost in centrul atentiei, invidiate sau criticate, dar in orice caz, mereu "mai cu mot".. si am ramas prietene timp de noua ani, mai mult eu cu fiecare decat toate 3 intre noi, ce-i drept, dar importanti sunt acesti noua ani in care am adunat atatea prietenii, si drame si incalcari de reguli si revolte si iubiri de copii si finaluri si intamplari.. asa am crescut noi si ne-am cunoscut&lt;br /&gt;imi aminteam acum cateva zile cu ema cum eram cand eram mici.. si ne gandeam cum a trecut timpul si cate amintiri avem impreuna.. de la ziua ei cand am furat castronul cu cartofi prajiti cu andra(apucaturi care ne-au caracterizat pe noi doua dintotdeauna) si ne-am inchis in camera si l-am mancat pe tot, sau cum ne batea invatatoarea si ne teroriza, sau cum bateam baietii cu andra si in clasa intai am fost traumatizata de bastonase ca niciodata nu le faceam bine, si ema scria frumos si mama zbiera la mine ca de ce nu pot si eu sa scriu ca ea.. as vrea sa compare mama scrisurile acum /:) si cat de des sunau parinti de-ai copiilor la mine si la andra acasa sa se mai planga de cate ceva.. si cand mergeam la ema si ne faceam planul: eu ii distrageam atentia si andra atenta la frigider :)) si cu ocazia asta am aflat ca si acum ema crede ca eu si andra i-am trimis o scrisoare anonima in care o anuntam pe mama ei ca are prieten.. ceea ce nu e adevarat! asta n-am facut-o noi.. in schimb i-am furat o data cheile de la casa..&lt;br /&gt;apoi a urmat gimnaziul cu multe schimbari.. si aici am scos din minti profesori, i-am uimit cu puterea noastra de a ne impune.. :)) s-au schimbat diriginti din cauza noastra si s-au facut sedinte multe.. undeva prin clasa a saptea ne-am inmultit.. a mai aparut carla&lt;br /&gt;la liceu alte schimbari, ne-am facut un pic mai multe.. noi la fel de "deschise si sociabile" si la fel de receptive la lucrurile interzise de scoala, la fel de dezinteresate de ea.. cu zile de joi devenite un infern, cu ghinioane care se tineau lant.. cu weekenduri cu concerte si cu nopti pierdute, cu povestiri si planuri, cu suferinte de adolescente, cu iubiri interzise si neimpartasite :)) care deveneau subiectul tuturor din liceu, cu personalitati total diferite, cam cu aceeasi reputatie..&lt;br /&gt;povestea celor trei inca nu s-a terminat.. poate o sa se termine candva la facultate sau mai tarziu, pana atunci ramanem impreuna si n-am vrea sa schimbam nimic pentru ca toate care s-au petrecut ne-au legat, si povestea continua, chiar daca acum suntem vreo cinci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poveste scrisa acum ceva timp si gasita azi prin schite :))&lt;br /&gt;ne-a facut ziua mai frumoasa... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8427988184513751374?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8427988184513751374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8427988184513751374' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8427988184513751374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8427988184513751374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/povestea-celor-3-fete-continua.html' title='povestea celor 3 fete continua!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RvffEo4i_fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pa_EcyiFB20/s72-c/rebellio_by_junest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7111637988658862624</id><published>2007-09-23T21:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:30.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"prin fumul de tigara..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva2CY4i_eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cL0Nlyj2u9E/s1600-h/IMG_8867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva2CY4i_eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cL0Nlyj2u9E/s320/IMG_8867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474579081395682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva14o4i_dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oVhm2RFM7C8/s1600-h/IMG_8901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva14o4i_dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oVhm2RFM7C8/s320/IMG_8901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474411577671122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1vI4i_cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FuB6mDhGAsw/s1600-h/IMG_8869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1vI4i_cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FuB6mDhGAsw/s320/IMG_8869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474248368913858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1no4i_bI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tl4Fi0yR5wk/s1600-h/IMG_8863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1no4i_bI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tl4Fi0yR5wk/s320/IMG_8863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474119519894962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1fo4i_aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ATPZVlts67Y/s1600-h/IMG_8843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva1fo4i_aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ATPZVlts67Y/s320/IMG_8843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113473982080941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu ma gandeam ca o sa ajung la concert si nu era deloc in plan dar m-a pus cineva pe ganduri si seara de ieri a iesit tare bine, asa cum ies mai mereu lucrurile neplanuite.. :D&lt;br /&gt;pacat ca nu s-a cantat melodia mea.. cu toate astea concertul a meritat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multumiri fotografului (lui tweet) pentru poze si pentru ca m-a convins sa merg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7111637988658862624?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7111637988658862624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7111637988658862624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7111637988658862624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7111637988658862624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/prin-fumul-de-tigara.html' title='&quot;prin fumul de tigara...&quot;'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rva2CY4i_eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cL0Nlyj2u9E/s72-c/IMG_8867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8122065919748055569</id><published>2007-09-17T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:41:24.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>intotdeauna prea tarziu</title><content type='html'>"unele lucruri trebuiesc facute la timpul lor, unele lucruri le faci sau nu, nu le regreti mai tarziu si nu-ti ceri scuze pentru ca toate astea oricum nu mai pot indrepta nimic. sau stii sa te porti, simti cum sa te porti si o faci pentru ca ceva dinauntrul tau ti-o spune, sau tragi concluzii pripite si te lasi condus de primul impuls fara sa-ti dai seama de consecinte.&lt;br /&gt;tu nu stii cum sa te porti cu mine. tu nu simti cand trebuie sa faci unele lucruri, sau sa le spui. si n-o sa le poti niciodata rascumpara prin altceva, pentru ca pur si simplu alea isi aveau rostul atunci, la momentul potrivit! si nu ti-am cerut prea mult, doar sa intelegi si sa stii sa ma faci sa te simt langa mine atunci cand aveam nevoie. foarte rar am cerut asta.&lt;br /&gt;asa am ajuns sa fac pe indiferenta, sa ma mint ca n-au nicio importanta lucrurile astea, ca n-am nevoie de ele si ca oricum nu-mi pasa...&lt;br /&gt;pot sa te inteleg o data, de doua ori, de trei ori, dar nu ma simt in stare sa tac si sa las de la mine, sa ma prefac ca nu s-a intamplat si sa trec peste, vesnic. nu ma simt.. deja incep sa rabufnesc, deja nu mai pot! nu mai pot sa te-ascult cum imi reprosezi, cum imi spui ca nu fac nimic bine!&lt;br /&gt;si daca nici tu nu esti in stare sa incerci sa faci orice pentru mine, de la cine altcineva sa ma astept?&lt;br /&gt;degeaba iti pare rau si ceri iertari pentru ca de iertat, am iertat si o sa te iert mereu, numai ca golul ala ramane, nu mai ai cum sa-l umpli acum, sau sa-l inlocuiesti, tot ce-a durut ramane, pentru ca le-am tinut in mine si n-am vrut sa se vada sau sa te fac vinovata, nici sa-ti fac vreun repros. si acum s-au adunat prea multe, prea multe nespuse, neduse pana la capat, prea multe imi lipsesc din ce as fi vrut sa-mi dai si aveam atata nevoie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi pare rau sa-ti spun ca acum nu mai poti face nimic, nu poti da timpul inapoi. n-ai inteles niciodata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"asa ca.. nu te mai uita la mine cu ochii astia goi, si mai bine invata-ma sa adorm zambind, si iubeste-ma asa cum sunt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8122065919748055569?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8122065919748055569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8122065919748055569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8122065919748055569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8122065919748055569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/intotdeauna-prea-tarziu.html' title='intotdeauna prea tarziu'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6739632416118073094</id><published>2007-09-14T12:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:31.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RupUwupo0JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4LABbtRukCw/s1600-h/desktop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RupUwupo0JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4LABbtRukCw/s320/desktop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109989923338375314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu prea am ce sa zic in legatura cu leapsa asta.. vine din partea &lt;a href="http://notalent369.wordpress.com/"&gt;dianei&lt;/a&gt; si se duce de data asta la &lt;a href="http://gabitzubitzu.blogspot.com/"&gt;gabitzubitzu&lt;/a&gt; si la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;... si la celalalt &lt;a href="http://www.nevroza.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6739632416118073094?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6739632416118073094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6739632416118073094' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6739632416118073094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6739632416118073094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/desktop.html' title='desktop'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RupUwupo0JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4LABbtRukCw/s72-c/desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-9161060735237710500</id><published>2007-09-12T21:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:57:37.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'>desculta printre ei.. calca-i!</title><content type='html'>stia ca nu trebuie sa se opreasca, ca trebuie sa mearga inainte fara gandul ca ar putea sa nu reuseasca, sa nu se mai termine. daca s-ar fi oprit, i s-ar fi facut prea frica, ingrozitor de frica. si ar fi inghetat si totul ar fi fost aproape pierdut. dar nu avea voie sa inghete sau sa se opreasca sau sa nu mai poata. n-a existat "nu mai pot" si nici n-o sa existe pentru ea vreodata. asa cum candva ii spusese cineva: "tu poti sa treci peste orice, mereu". un cineva pe care il lasase sa o stie mai mult decat o stiau ceilalti, fara sa-si riste vulnerabilitatea pentru ca stia ca o iubeste prea mult.. si totusi isi luase masuri de precautie.&lt;br /&gt;nimeni nu trebuie sa stie niciodata cand ai cazut. atunci cand arati, esti slab. nu te-ajuta cu nimic, la fel cum nici ceilalti nu te vor ajuta, iar cei care sunt acolo sa te ajute, o vor face pur si simplu, inconstient. cel mai important era sa nu se indoiasca niciodata de ea, restul nu contau, pe restul ii avea oricum atata timp cat se avea pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;o sa ramana cu urmele, dar n-o sa lase sa se vada, n-o sa mai stie nimeni niciodata daca rade sau plange, o sa-i lase s-o creada ce vor; mai conteaza, la urma urmei, atata timp cat acum toate au facut-o mai puternica decat oricand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atunci a crezut ca n-o sa se mai vindece, ca i s-au terminat si cuvintele, nimic nu-i mai parea sa aiba rost, era prea multa frica, prea multa disperare pentru cuvinte, prea adevarat si implacabil pentru cuvinte.. prea putin timp si prea aproape de limita ca sa cedeze sau sa rabufneasca. nu-si permitea niciun moment de slabiciune, cu atat mai putin acum, in fata atator oameni jalnici, care s-o judece ranjind, fara sa aiba nici jumatate din meritele ei.&lt;br /&gt;dar asta i-a intarit convingerile, a invatat-o sa dispretuiasca cu cele mai adanci simturi. si totusi, la ce i-ar folosi o scarba profunda de astfel de oameni, daca ea n-ar fi controlata cum trebuie? trebuie sa-i lasi pe toti sa creada ce vor sa creada, sa le spui ce vor sa auda, sa-ti educi acea scarba, ca atunci cand va veni momentul, dispretul si indiferenta ta sa loveasca de 2 ori mai tare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-9161060735237710500?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/9161060735237710500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=9161060735237710500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/9161060735237710500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/9161060735237710500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/stia-ca-nu-trebuie-sa-se-opreasca-ca.html' title='desculta printre ei.. calca-i!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5757858321463319422</id><published>2007-09-01T15:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:31.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>septembrie-luna mea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtlsGu6KZGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q1HJKUGbyjE/s1600-h/autumn__s_breathe_by_Lucem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtlsGu6KZGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q1HJKUGbyjE/s320/autumn__s_breathe_by_Lucem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105230515528164450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am primit leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://coltisorul.blogspot.com/"&gt;vlad&lt;/a&gt;: ce inseamna luna septembrie pentru mine.. si pot sa spun ca m-ai nimerit bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am mai scris o data despre toamna, ca stare pe care mi-o transmite, acum o sa vorbesc despre luna septembrie si despre legaturile mele cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu de ce am impresia ca e inceput de an nou, si nu numai pentru ca incepe scoala, e luna schimbarilor in general, e luna a 9-a..  si intotdeauna o sa aiba ceva special pentru mine. e luna in care m-am nascut. inainte spuneam ca e luna mea, seamana cu mine... si inca imi mai place sa cred asta. e complicata, schimbatoare, copilaroasa, e luna nostalgiilor, e sucita si imprevizibila, cu ploi si soare. e un pic trista, intotdeauna va reprezenta sfarsitul a ceva, e vremea despartirii, de trecut si de tot, dar vine si cu planuri noi, cu bucuriile altor inceputuri... si aduce tot felul de energii ciudate, pleaca si ma lasa ratutita, ma lasa pe ganduri, imi provoaca stari si imi aduce schimbari in suflet.&lt;br /&gt;in luna septembrie ascult norah jones(ca tot mi-a amintit cineva azi de ea), imi place sa ma uit cum ploua, cu ochii pe jumatate deschisi, imi place sa ma plimb pe strazile plouate si uitate, cu lumini de neon&lt;br /&gt;luna septembrie mi-o dedic mie :P  pentru ca atunci ma regasesc cel mai bine pe mine si imi fac timp sa visez si in plus toamna are o muzica asa frumoasa... 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dau leapsa mai departe &lt;a href="http://www.unreleased-bitterness.blogspot.com/"&gt;copilului preferat&lt;/a&gt;, pentru ca sunt curioasa; lui &lt;a href="http://vvdan.blogspot.com/"&gt;dan&lt;/a&gt;, pentru ca nu prea mai scrie pe blogul vechi, si &lt;a href="http://nu-sunt-printesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;anei&lt;/a&gt;, pentru ca de la ea am primit prima leapsa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5757858321463319422?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5757858321463319422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5757858321463319422' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5757858321463319422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5757858321463319422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/09/septembrie-luna-mea.html' title='septembrie-luna mea!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtlsGu6KZGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q1HJKUGbyjE/s72-c/autumn__s_breathe_by_Lucem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4627981863744382153</id><published>2007-08-29T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:32.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am avut dreptate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtSV5-6KZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-_68ghFuNIc/s1600-h/entre_os_dedos__by_whywhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtSV5-6KZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-_68ghFuNIc/s320/entre_os_dedos__by_whywhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103869101089645650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand sinceritatea invinge orgoliul si teama, atunci e curaj adevarat.. cand dai ceva din tine celuilalt, niciodata nu vei mai putea fi tu fara acea persoana, fara acea parte din tine.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca atunci cand iubesti un om, nu tii cont de conventii sau de pareri, nu pui egoismul tau pe primul loc si nici nu tii mortis sa faci rau doar pentru ca asa ti se pare corect. dar atunci cand iubesti cu adevarat, atunci esti cel mai vulnerabil, atunci se greseste si atunci doare cel mai tare.. numai ca uneori chiar merita sa ierti. merita sa ierti din tot sufletul si cu toata convingerea, nu pe jumatate, nu cu ingamfare sau cu reprosuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar numai adevarul care a fost spus poate fi iertat..&lt;br /&gt;numai oamenii care au puterea sa fie sinceri si sa renunte la superficialitate pentru a indrepta ceva, merita iertati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubesc impacarile.. pentru ca dupa ce te certi cu cineva drag, si ii simti atat de tare lipsa, simti ca te sufoci si parca nimic nu mai e la locul lui si nici nu-ti mai trebuie nimic, ti-e dor pana si de mirosul ei, de tonul vocii, sau de rasul ei, si totusi il poti simti in toate lucrurile din jurul tau, pentru ca e acolo, e cu tine mereu, e undeva in tine.. intotdeauna va exista momentul acela.. care iti da fiori numai cand te gandesti la el.. cand renunti la toate prostiile lipsite de importanta si faci ceva! si toata lumea care se prabusise candva undeva in sufletul tau, e inlocuita de ceva mult mai frumos, mai sigur si mai special. si cu cat iti e mai greu fara o persoana si stai mai mult fara ea, cu atat acel moment va fi ceva mai extraordinar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma bucur din nou de luna plina in noaptea asta.. e un fel de confirmare la ce am simtit ieri. confirmarea propriu-zisa a venit deja si binele l-am simtit din plin. cred ca mai urmeaza.. sunt fericita, acum simt. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4627981863744382153?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtSV5-6KZFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-_68ghFuNIc/s72-c/entre_os_dedos__by_whywhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5229128814527146400</id><published>2007-08-28T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:32.601+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e luna plina, cine e de vina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtNEN-6KZEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wr_8IvY3qP0/s1600-h/creative_sunset_by_poivre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RtNEN-6KZEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wr_8IvY3qP0/s320/creative_sunset_by_poivre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103497809756841026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa dorm zile la rand fara sa ma trezeasca nimeni, vreau sa se intample toate cand eu dorm, vreau ca atunci cand ma trezesc sa fie toate la locul lor, inapoi, sa fie toate rezolvate si toate sa fi trecut deja fara stirea mea.&lt;br /&gt;zilele astea as vrea sa dorm tot timpul si ma simt obosita. asta e un semn al maturizarii, oamenii mari sunt mereu obositi si se vaieta si vor sa doarma. se grabesc. in permanenta se grabesc. nu stiu nici ei spre ce, probabil ca sa poata dormi. somnul este o treaba serioasa, e de oameni mari, in schimb visele.. nu mai sunt de ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu tin de fiecare data minte ce visez, dar in ultimul timp incep sa incurc realitatea cu visele. adica visez ceva si a doua zi nu mai stiu daca e adevarat sau am visat. cateodata mi se pare atat de real incat traiesc cu senzatia respectiva mult timp.. nici macar nu stiu de ce povestesc asta. mi se intampla pe fond de oboseala.. povestesc despre mine lucruri atat de banale incat unii nu s-au gandit vreodata nici sa le observe. eu le analizez. si le si povestesc uneori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca vreau sa dorm ca sa trec de perioada asta in care n-am fost eu, in care am inceput sa nici nu mai simt. decat oboseala. mi s-au atrofiat simturile si daca ma gandesc mai bine schimbarea asta chiar nu mi-o doream. o sa treaca, sunt sigura.. trebuie sa fac si eu ceva ca sa treaca? pentru ca eu nu vreau asa, eu am obosit, acum vreau sa ia altii hotarari, sa gandeasca singuri, sa se gandeasca bine, sa-si asume responsabilitatea si sa schimbe ceva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca nu, o sa ma trezesc si singura si o s-o iau de la capat, dar de intamplat, ceva o sa se intample. simt asta.. pentru ca in nopatea asta e luna plina si e pentru mine. nu vi s-a intamplat niciodata sa vedeti ceva si sa credeti ca e semn si ca e pentru voi, chiar daca totul e o simpla intamplare? ei, aflati ca nu exista intamplare. deci luna e pentru mine si ce urmeaza trebuie sa fie de bine pentru ca am o senzatie de bine. as putea sa inteleg mai bine ce simt daca n-as fi asa de obosita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noapte buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5229128814527146400?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5229128814527146400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5229128814527146400' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5229128814527146400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5229128814527146400'/><link 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inteles gresit pentru ca daca toate au un pret nu inseamna ca toate pot fi cumparate, asa cum te-ai amagit tu, cautand sa "cuceresti" lumea.. si la urma urmei la ce-ti foloseste? pentru ce atata efort, atata injosire, atata nefericire, atatea compromisuri.. ca sa ai totul! asta numesti tu fericire de fapt..&lt;br /&gt;opreste-te un pic si incearca sa te uiti in jur. vezi, ceilalti se misca la fel ca tine? da-ti seama daca chiar ai ce-ti doresti, gandeste-te daca merita. opreste-te un pic si fii atent la ce esti, la cum ai ajuns sa functionezi, la toate gesturile si lucrurile pe care le faci, toate cu un scop ascuns dar precis si toate in favoarea ta, toate pe fuga. nu uita ca toate teoriile tale absurde si aparent socante despre viata, nu pot decat sa atraga atentia oamenilor, sa nu te pacalesti si tu si sa incepi sa crezi in ele, pentru ca viata adevarata o sa-ti faca praf toate filozofiile culese de prin carti si sarguincios memorate, o sa-ti demonstreze ca sunt niste bancuri proaste.&lt;br /&gt;opreste-te te rog si uita-te inapoi.. uita-te la cati oameni ai lasat in urma ta si cate sunt lucrurile pe langa care ai trecut fara macar sa le iei in calcul, cate sunt acolo pe care undeva in adancul sufletului, le regreti. si la ce-ti folosesc toate cate ai daca tot nu pot sa-ti aduca inapoi momente. si nici sa te faca fericit asa cum vrei tu sa crezi ca esti.&lt;br /&gt;la ce ma ajuta sa stiu ca oamenii au o parere sau alta despre mine, n-o pretuiesc.. la ce-mi folosesc toti banii din lume daca nu pot sa-mi traiesc bucuriile marunte? si cu ce ma ajuta sa am eu ultimul cuvant cand in fata mea e un om care tine la mine indiferent de cuvinte si aparente?&lt;br /&gt;crezi ca daca tipi mai tare si minti fara sa te uiti cat si cui faci rau, asta te face mai puternic si mai stapan pe situatie? sau daca jignesti si te prefaci ca nu-ti pasa.. asta nu e curaj.&lt;br /&gt;de ce sa-ti strig ca gresesti, de ce sa demonstrez ca eu am dreptate? nu e mult mai important sa te fac pe tine sa intelegi asta? la ce-mi foloseste sa vorbesc urat, sa ma razbun, sa urasc, sa judec?&lt;br /&gt;niciunul din lucrurile astea n-o sa ramana, convinge-te ca nu e nimic sincer! tu ramai doar prin oamenii care te iubesc, prin urmele pe care le lasi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2067117612550112499?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2067117612550112499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2067117612550112499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2067117612550112499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2067117612550112499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/fericirea-ta-de-lux.html' title='fericirea ta de lux!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8782036504463033747</id><published>2007-08-24T00:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:32.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>playlistul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rs4Pw-6KZDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lXbaXEAsGsU/s1600-h/MUSIC_WAS_MY_FIRST_LOVE_by_xemotearzx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rs4Pw-6KZDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lXbaXEAsGsU/s320/MUSIC_WAS_MY_FIRST_LOVE_by_xemotearzx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102032762052437042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://nu-sunt-printesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;ana&lt;/a&gt; suna cam asa.. 5 melodii fara de care nu pot trai.. nu pot sa ma gandesc la melodii preferate pentru ca sunt prea multe si preferintele depind de moment, stare si asa mai departe.. si ca sa fac treaba mai usoara si mai clara, uite 5 melodii fara de care "nu pot trai" zilele astea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Rage Against The Machine - Killing in the Name Of&lt;br /&gt;2.Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here &lt;/span&gt;... care oricum exista prin toate playlisturile mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Garbage - Tell Me Where It Hurts &lt;/span&gt;... pentru ca asta e una din perioadele cand ascult mult garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Dolores O'riardan - Ordinary Day ... &lt;/span&gt;pentru ca o ascult prea mult zilele astea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The Cure - Closer &lt;/span&gt;... pentru ca ma binedispune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pentru ca e cu bonusuri.. mai aleg una, prima care-mi vine in minte acum  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travka - Gangul meu preferat este "viata" ta &lt;/span&gt;... si nu numai, travka in general..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum e leapsa pentru oricine intra si are chef sa se joace mai departe.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8782036504463033747?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8782036504463033747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8782036504463033747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8782036504463033747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8782036504463033747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/playlistul-zilei.html' title='playlistul zilei'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rs4Pw-6KZDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lXbaXEAsGsU/s72-c/MUSIC_WAS_MY_FIRST_LOVE_by_xemotearzx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-665649006634093116</id><published>2007-08-22T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:29:44.921+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lucid</title><content type='html'>cateodata ma trezesc din lumea mea construita din vise prostesti si idei absurde si ma lovesc de realitate. realitatea nu se compara cu ce vroiam eu sa cred si nici nu pot s-o programez eu cum vreau. in realitate sunt oameni care au nevoie de mine, care depind de mine si fata de care sunt datoare sa-i ajut, n-am timp de bufoni care doar ma-ncurca. in realitate trebuie sa mint si sa fiu atenta ce si cui spun, trebuie sa tac, si sa ma straduiesc cat pot sa nu fiu inteleasa gresit. in realitate poate nu exista multe din lucrurile in care cred eu. dau peste adevaruri pe care nu stiu cum sa le iau si care se amesteca,se bat cap in cap si ajung sa-mi aleg unul pe care il tin de bun.&lt;br /&gt;cand am timp, ma joc cu ceilalti din lumea "adevarata" in care ne prefacem ca suntem oameni si ca ne pasa, si le las impresia ca ii iau in serios. cateodata mai incerc cate ceva si cam toate incercarile se termina la fel, si atunci ma intorc la problemele mele reale. cateodata imi place sa visez cu ochii deschisi dar imi dau seama repede ca aici nu poti sa schimbi lumea cu replici de film si cu vointa puternica, copilareasca.&lt;br /&gt;cateodata fac ceva cu adevarat bun pentru oameni care stiu sa ma tina langa ei si atunci ma simt multumita.&lt;br /&gt;cateodata as vrea sa n-am dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;cateodata imi dau seama ca trebuie sa invat sa ma respect mai mult pe mine. cateodata imi dau seama ca nu merita sa te lasi injosit si sa-ti asumi vina unor lucruri care n-au nicio legatura cu tine, si stii prea bine. cateodata imi dau seama ca am putin pentru ca cer putin, si nimeni n-o sa aiba niciodata grija in locul meu ca eu sa am ce-mi doresc cand imi doresc, fara sa-mi fie luat de altii.&lt;br /&gt;cateodata devin atat de indiferenta cat ar trebui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-665649006634093116?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/665649006634093116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=665649006634093116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/665649006634093116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/665649006634093116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-orbire.html' title='lucid'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8377067310008326047</id><published>2007-08-15T19:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:33.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>so.. why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RsM0tKIRIyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Vk2YoheKtQ/s1600-h/Domo_Kun_by_kickass_peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RsM0tKIRIyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Vk2YoheKtQ/s320/Domo_Kun_by_kickass_peanut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098977153531323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atata timp cat n-am motive, sau cel putin nu sunt atat de intemeiate, de a fi suparata, sunt fericita! atata timp cat in ultima perioada am aflat pe bune ce inseamna sa ai zile proaste si sa ai motive sa fi suparat si sa n-ai chef de viata, acum nu pot decat sa ma bucur de orice lucru mic, de orice moment frumos, sau cel putin de linistea asta.. pentru ca paradoxul fericirii noastre e ca nu o pretuim decat dupa ce o pierdem... nu stim sa ne bucuram de ce avem, stim decat sa ne vaietam si sa ne uitam in urma cu regret sau nostalgie fara sa constientizam macar ca vina e a noastra. poti sa gasesti motive in orice. poti sa fi fericit pentru ca e ziua ta, pentru ca vezi un rasarit la mare, pentru ca ai prieteni, pentru ca iubesti, pentru ca ai gasit un tricou la reduceri :)) ar trebui sa apreciezi toate lucrurile astea pe care acum le ai, oricat de stupide sau lipsite de importanta ti s-ar parea, pentru ca intr-o zi s-ar putea sa le pierzi sau pur si simplu sa vezi cum au trecut pe langa tine fara sa le fi trait cu intensitatea cu care meritau traite.. si e pacat. dar eu nu dau lectii si urasc sa mi se dea lectii, doar ca azi am fost atat de fericita incat simteam ca o sa-mi explodeze sufletul daca nu spun! trebuia sa spun. si toate lucrurile pe care le-am facut sau care mi s-au intamplat, m-au ajutat sa fiu asa. si FERICIREA MEA E MOLIPSPITOARE! i-am "contaminat" si pe altii.. nu e mare secretul fericirii mele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8377067310008326047?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8377067310008326047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8377067310008326047' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8377067310008326047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8377067310008326047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/fericire-mica.html' title='so.. why not?'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RsM0tKIRIyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Vk2YoheKtQ/s72-c/Domo_Kun_by_kickass_peanut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-613254158540131935</id><published>2007-08-11T18:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:17:24.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>toamna mea</title><content type='html'>simt cum vine toamna.. simt transformarile si noi inceputuri. acum e vremea dupa-amiezilor ploioase, cu amintiri si schimbari sufletesti, cu strazi goale si reci, pictate in nuante triste, de gri, copaci dezgoliti si ganduri uitate care zboara deasupra ta in bataia vantului, odata cu frunzele, acum e vremea esarfelor si a filmelor de dragoste. acum e vremea revederilor, acum e vremea viselor si a nostalgiilor. acum e vremea momentelor tale de singuratate, prin parc, cu parul ravasit de vant si cu o melodie a alexandrinei hristov rasunand in cap. e vremea imbratisarilor de dor, acum e vremea aromei de cafea tare si a stelutelor in genele ei, cu fericire simpla pe moaca sincera si somnoroasa in dimineti intunecoase, cantec de lene, acum e vremea despartirilor si a acordurilor triste, acum e vremea zambetelor pline de mister si a bucuriilor fara motiv.. acum sunt fericita pentru ca asta e vremea mea pe care o iubesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-613254158540131935?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/613254158540131935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=613254158540131935' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/613254158540131935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/613254158540131935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/toamna-mea.html' title='toamna mea'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2896881466535718325</id><published>2007-08-10T23:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:18:30.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>groaznica noapte!</title><content type='html'>da, domne! mi-e frica noaptea cand e furtuna si se trantesc geamuri si se sting lumini! mi-e frica. si ce? puteti sa-mi spuneti cat vreti ca astea sunt copilarii sau ca sunt absurda, sau ca glumesc, dar nu cred ca o sa reusesc vreodata sa-mi inving frica.&lt;br /&gt;asta e alta noapte de groaza. afara e furtuna si fulgera si tuna de mi se zguduie si monitorul si in casa se aud tot felul de zgomote. daca ascult muzica la casti nu pot sa deosebesc prea bine sunetele din jur, daca imi dau castile jos, e prea liniste si incep sa-mi treaca tot felul de ganduri prin cap.. cade si netul, afara tot se aude vantul puternic si ploaia, in casa e intuneric, incep sa am mancarimi, ma suna cineva, ma sperii. asa aflu ca nu mai am baterie si imi dau seama ca o sa fie o noapte luuunga.. de fiecare data cand am nevoie de telefon, e descarcat. da-i, enerveaza-te, injura incarcatoru, ca nu era la vedere! si chiar atunci se ia si curentul.&lt;br /&gt;deja incep sa o iau razna, mi se pare ca tot pamantul e intr-o bezna totala, in casa se face curent, si e prea intuneric si sunt prea singura si mi-e prea frica, incep sa-mi transpire palmele.. iau lumanari de prin casa si le aprind, zgomote inca mi se pare ca aud in casa, imi vin toti dracii ca as fi vrut sa citesc si n-am cum, e prea devreme, nu pot nici sa dorm. ma apuc si aduc in camera cealalta suporturi si lumanari de toate felurile si dupa un timp vine si curentul.. dau drumul la calculator si las toate alea asa. o sa creada mama maine dimineata ca m-am apucat de vraji voodoo, dar in noaptea asta nu le mai strang ca mi-e frica sa ma intorc acolo.&lt;br /&gt;urasc, urasc sa stau singura noaptea pe furtuna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2896881466535718325?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2896881466535718325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2896881466535718325' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2896881466535718325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2896881466535718325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/groaznica-noapte.html' title='groaznica noapte!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2273284005049726502</id><published>2007-08-09T17:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:19:03.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hotarare</title><content type='html'>vreau galagie! vreau cat mai mult zgomot si galagie, sa nu mai aud nimic altceva! da, asa e bine. si acum trebuie sa ma misc repede si toate sa se miste odata cu mine. vreau sa ma grabesc cat pot de mult.. acum e bine, acum nu-mi mai aud niciun gand, si niciunul nu mai poate ajunge la mine. crezi ca am atata energie si ma vezi atat de sus si poate atat de fericita incat nu m-ai crede daca ti-as spune ca de fapt nu ma multumeste nimic din toate astea pe care le vezi, ca nu de asta am nevoie, nu asta imi doresc.. si ca de fapt nu sunt asa, masca asta imi foloseste doar atunci cand vreau sa fug de ceva, cand ma ascund de mine. si asta ma oboseste rau.. ma consuma. dar atunci cand nu mai e nimeni pentru care sa merite sa te arati altfel, te obisnuiesti si cu asta si ti se face frica sa mai ai incredere vreodata, pentru ca nu merita! mereu e la fel. si atata timp cat nu mai crezi in nimic si nu depinzi de nimic, nu e nimic care sa-ti mai poata face rau, esti mai puternic decat orice! inseamna ca esti pe drumul cel bun..........&lt;br /&gt;si atunci de ce simt ca-mi lipseste ceva, cand toate sunt la locul lor si alegerea mea e corecta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2273284005049726502?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2273284005049726502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2273284005049726502' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2273284005049726502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2273284005049726502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/hotarare.html' title='hotarare'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-593525902913425582</id><published>2007-08-08T17:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:33.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Folk You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rrna9KIRIuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjScZ7BusVA/s1600-h/pozamare2.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rrna9KIRIuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjScZ7BusVA/s400/pozamare2.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345197572334306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-11 august, in Vama Veche, a treia editie a festivalului Folk You.&lt;br /&gt;asa ca dati fuga in vama weekendul asta daca aveti ocazia.. o sa cante chilian. si maria magdalena danaila si ecoul si mircea vintila si mircea baniciu si.. multi :)&lt;br /&gt;daca se tine si-a patra editie poate ajung si eu ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-593525902913425582?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/593525902913425582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=593525902913425582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/593525902913425582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/593525902913425582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/folk-you.html' title='Folk You!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rrna9KIRIuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjScZ7BusVA/s72-c/pozamare2.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-901971165480148316</id><published>2007-08-07T12:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:01:46.227+03:00</updated><title type='text'>viata e o curva</title><content type='html'>se spune ca in viata toate se platesc, in sensul ca fiecare lucru pe care-l faci este urmat de un altul, o consecinta a alegerii facute inainte, dar exact cand te simti mai puternic si mai sigur pe tine, atunci te izbesti atat de tare incat nu mai stii cum sa te ridici si sa mergi mai departe. o sa ai impresia ca poate ti-ai dorit tu prea mult, ca ceri prea mult si ca poate nu meriti. te intrebi de ce, pentru ca tu ai incercat sa te-apropii si sa crezi in bine si adevar, in iubire, in moralitate, in principii si valori..........  adica in lucruri care exista numai in imaginatia ta!&lt;br /&gt;e vorba de mersul lucrurilor, pe care nu-l intelegi oricat ai vrea si n-ai cum sa-l schimbi in unele situatii. pentru ca nu depinde de tine. pentru ca n-ai nicio sansa in fata lor, oricat te-ai revolta si oricat de tare ai striga ca nu e corect ce se intampla, nu poti sa faci tu dreptate si nici nu incerca sa crezi in astfel de lucruri, cum ar fi dreptate, egalitate, sau alte rahaturi  de genu pentru ca idealurile tale marete si increderea cum ca viata e corecta, sau ca te rasplateste dupa cum meriti o sa se duca dracu in curand si o sa te trezesti prea satul si scarbit de promisiunile ei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-901971165480148316?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/901971165480148316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=901971165480148316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/901971165480148316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/901971165480148316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/viata-e-o-curva.html' title='viata e o curva'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6016183411670101260</id><published>2007-08-01T18:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:33.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cel mai sincer si mai frumos lucru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RrC9rqIRItI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZTKDOLiWJrc/s1600-h/do_you_love__by_UltraViolett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RrC9rqIRItI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZTKDOLiWJrc/s320/do_you_love__by_UltraViolett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093779736297022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prietenia e atunci cand esti sincer, atunci cand esti in stare sa cunosti pe cineva cu adevarat si sa-l accepti si sa-l iubesti asa cum e, prietenia e atunci cand intelegi prin ce trece celalalt si impartiti si momentele de fericire si de tristete, cand nu tii supararea si nu te razbuni,cand renunti la egoism sau orgoliu, cand renunti la planurile din seara asta numai ca sa stai cu ea pe scari s-o asculti, cand aflii ca e bolnav si iti faci multe multe griji si te sperii cand te gandesti ce-ar putea sa urmeze, cand te duci sa dormi la ea pentru ca iti e frica singur, cand iti imprumuti hainele sau cand pui smoala pe cele impumutate si totusi nu moare nimeni si esti iertat, cand te superi dar ierti, cand te certi si iti pare rau. prietenia nu e atunci cand iti pasa numai cand iti amintesti, e atunci cand esti acolo cand trebuie, cand celalalt are nevoie, atunci cand lasi totul ca sa poti sa-l ajuti si nu o faci din obligatie, prietenia nu e pe toane, nu se consuma..&lt;br /&gt;prietenia e atunci cand stai ore in telefon cu toate ca ai 24$ cost suplimentar si ai deja ascunse 2 facturi, atunci cand primesti credit din senin doar pentru ca cineva s-a gandit ca nu mai ai deloc si ai nevoie.. e atunci cand vorbesti cu copii si le povestesti si vrei sa ai grija de ei, atunci cand chiulesti si iesi la suc cu anumiti oameni numai ca sa-i faci ei o placere, atunci cand ai chef de prosteli si de ras si e cineva care sa-ti faca pe plac, atunci cand dai la lucrari fara sa te astepti sa ti se dea si tie vreodata avand in vedere cunostintele si interesul pentru scoala al unora.. prietenia e atunci cand ti se face dor si cand nu poti sa stai fara sa vorbesti cu persoana respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;prietenia inseamna iubire si mult mai mult, inseamna sa fi in stare sa-l pui pe celalalt mai presus de tine, prietenia inseamna incredere. prietenia adevarata e atunci cand esti in stare sa faci orice pentru celalalt iar tu, la randul tau, nu te simti singur orice s-ar intampla, atunci cand iti e rau si exista cineva sa te asculte sau sa te inteleaga, atunci cand nu esti singur de ziua ta, chiar daca nu e petrecere.. prietenia e atunci cand nu te temi sa te arati asa cum esti, cand te simti liber, prietenia iti da siguranta si te face mai puternic.&lt;br /&gt;prietenia e cel mai sincer si cel mai frumos lucru. prietenia e pentru totdeauna daca stii s-o pastrezi. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6016183411670101260?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6016183411670101260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6016183411670101260' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6016183411670101260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6016183411670101260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/08/cel-mai-sincer-si-mai-frumos-lucru.html' title='cel mai sincer si mai frumos lucru'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RrC9rqIRItI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZTKDOLiWJrc/s72-c/do_you_love__by_UltraViolett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6899995958402791004</id><published>2007-07-27T16:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:14:07.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>profesoara mea de franceza din clasa a 5-a</title><content type='html'>profesoara mea de franceza din clasa a 5-a e o adevarata doamna pe dinafara.. profesoara mea de franceza din clasa a 5-a nu m-a invatat deloc franceza.. nici in clasa a 5-a si nici mai tarziu. in schimb mi-a dat 5 pentru ca n-am stiut.. n-am stiut ceva ce nu aveam de unde sa stiu in conditiile in care ea avea alte preocupari la orele noastre si oricum dadea note in functie de simpatiile ei. eu nu eram printre acele persoane.. n-aveam parinti profesori, nu-i faceam cadouri si nici nu vorbeam mai mult decat trebuia, nu-i faceam complimente cu caru'. a stat cu mine in cartier, si inca mai sta.&lt;br /&gt;profesoarei mele de franceza din clasa a 5-a ii faceam masaj in ore, ii plimbam cainele, ma duceam sa-i cumpar bere si incercam sa-i intru cat mai mult in gratii. cu toate astea mi-a dat 5.  am urat-o pentru  asta si pentru ca jingnea copiii si pentru ca era nedreapta si pentru ca era genul care te facea sa-ti pierzi increderea in tine, mai ales la varsta la care eram, pupandu-i in cur pe aia cu bani si pe fiu' inspectorului si umilindu-i pe restul. am fost ingrozita de ea si de orele ei timp de 2 ani cat am avut-o ca profesoara. in clasa a 6-a lucrurile s-au mai schimbat.. atunci cand profesoara mea de franceza a vazut lista cu mediile clasei asezate in ordine. si s-a mirat foarte tare cand m-a vazut undeva sus.. de atunci m-a lasat in pace si mi-a dublat notele. n-am mai avut nicio treaba cu ea. acum n-o mai urasc, nici nu-mi mai pasa.. doar o salut cand isi plimba cainele prin fata blocului meu. si nici nu ma mai sperie oamenii ca ea, sunt prea josnici in ochii mei si in niciun caz increderea mea de sine nu mai are de suferit din cauza unora ca ei.&lt;br /&gt;profesoara mea de franceza din clasa a 5-a ar fi o adevarata doamna daca n-as cunoaste-o si pe dinauntru..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6899995958402791004?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6899995958402791004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6899995958402791004' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6899995958402791004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6899995958402791004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/profesoara-mea-de-franceza-din-clasa-5.html' title='profesoara mea de franceza din clasa a 5-a'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1656143834484095190</id><published>2007-07-24T16:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:35:39.358+03:00</updated><title type='text'>viziune asupra puterii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Puterea celui cu adevarat puternic astfel se manifesta: sa stii ca poti distruge pe cineva, sa n-o faci si acela sa nu stie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marin Preda - "Cel mai iubit dintre pamanteni"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1656143834484095190?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1656143834484095190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1656143834484095190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1656143834484095190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1656143834484095190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/viziune-puterii.html' title='viziune asupra puterii'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5080600948775052223</id><published>2007-07-23T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:33.811+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SI CE?!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqTGKqIRIrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iH1eltSUt1U/s1600-h/_m__by_introvertevent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqTGKqIRIrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iH1eltSUt1U/s320/_m__by_introvertevent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090411365245461170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa si daca sunt rautacioasa ce? si daca nu accept sa mi se spuna NU, ce? ce daca vreau tot ce poti sa dai? si ce daca ma supar si ma enervez din cele mai ciudate lucruri si nu ma intelegi? si ce daca nu inteleg? mai conteaza daca apoi imi trece oricum? da, pot sa fiu atata de enervanta incat sa te innebunesc si sa-ti doresti sa dai cu mine de pereti si sa fac ceva sa-ti si treaca! ce daca tip si-mi musc buzele de nervi si ma scoti din minti de fiecare cand zici ca faci ceva si nu faci si tu vorbesti asa frumos si linistit si ma lasi sa ma agit ca fraiera? dupa care te enervezi si tu ca ma port urat cu tine. nu uit! ce sa fac daca nu pot sa uit? ti-as fute una-n gura de fiecare data cand imi amintesc si asta nu inseamna c-am uitat, inseamna c-am iertat da o sa-ti aduc aminte din cand in cand, sa nu crezi c-ai scapat asa usor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5080600948775052223?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5080600948775052223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5080600948775052223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5080600948775052223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5080600948775052223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/si-ce.html' title='SI CE?!?!!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqTGKqIRIrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iH1eltSUt1U/s72-c/_m__by_introvertevent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7592651814911974212</id><published>2007-07-23T01:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:33.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce ai nevoie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqPyXaIRIqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/B1p2I0jKoCc/s1600-h/Sit_by_kaitymae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqPyXaIRIqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/B1p2I0jKoCc/s320/Sit_by_kaitymae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090178487823704738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am nevoie de sinceritate. am nevoie sa fiu simpla si inteleasa asa cum sunt, am nevoie de zambete si emotii, n-am nevoie de gesturi fortate, am nevoie sa iert si sa spun ce simt cateodata, am nevoie de inceputuri si de povesti, am cateodata nevoie de nopti pierdute, cu fum de tigara, surde dar zgomotoase, ca sa fug de gandurile mele, n-am nevoie de promisiuni, am nevoie sa cred. nu mai am nevoie de cuvinte nespuse la timp.. de greseli, de umbre  sau de pareri de rau, nici de continuari cand e deja prea tarziu..  n-am nevoie sa ma intorc acolo unde nu-mi e locul.  nu e nevoie sa fac ce trebuie, nu conteaza ca nu incalci normele atata timp cat faci un rau. n-am nevoie sa manipulez oamenii, sa-i mint, nu simt nevoia sa-i dezamagesc pe cei la care tin sau sa-i jignesc in vreun fel, am nevoie sa-mi consum durerea si s-o inteleg, nu sa trec peste, am nevoie sa rad orice-ar fi si sa trec brusc de la o stare la alta pentru ca ma oboseste prea tare sa stau suparata, n-am nevoie de predici si morala sau de ironii ieftine din partea unor frustrati care se vor interesanti, n-am nevoie de lucruri grabite sau de ambitii prostesti, vreau motive adevarate si mai putine complicatii inutile, vreau momente de fericire noua, nu numai nostalgia vremurilor trecute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7592651814911974212?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7592651814911974212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7592651814911974212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7592651814911974212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7592651814911974212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-ce-ai-nevoie.html' title='de ce ai nevoie?'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqPyXaIRIqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/B1p2I0jKoCc/s72-c/Sit_by_kaitymae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5447632823822608356</id><published>2007-07-22T00:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:34.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cartea si cititorul sau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqM3w6IRIpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ubK-JbWlItc/s1600-h/0c759c5b5ed6dc5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqM3w6IRIpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ubK-JbWlItc/s320/0c759c5b5ed6dc5b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089973317235974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cititorul este cel care da viata cartii iar cartea capata un rost doar atunci cand a fost de folos, fiind mai intai inteleasa, cititorului..&lt;br /&gt;cartile iti dau gustul libertatii si al regasirii, iti dau sansa de a alege dintre bine si rau, te-nvata sa traiesti si sa simti, iti dau putere de imaginatie si de cunoastere, iti dau totul daca stii cum sa le vezi si atunci nu te mai simti strain de tine insuti.&lt;br /&gt;in mod incredibil descoperi lumea descoperindu-te pe tine, esti fascinat si in acelasi timp mai sigur pe tine, incerci stari si lumi noi, fara teama, cu sete de viata si de-aventuri..&lt;br /&gt;si cand te regasesti intr-un episod sau intr-un personaj, zambesti la gandul ca si tu ai cunsocut candva senzatia descrisa si tulburandu-te la gandul ca nu esti singurul care a trait unele lucruri si a simtit unele lucruri, care de fapt te-au facut sa fi asa cum esti acum, fara sa le stii, fara sa le intelegi.. iar acum le descoperi sensul si intelegi ca de fapt toate astea au fost inca dinaintea ta, ca ziua de maine e deja un trecut. nimic nu e nou si nimic nu se petrece la intamplare.&lt;br /&gt;dar cartile nu inseamna neaparat adevar, inseamna cunoastere, inseamna riscul de a rataci pe fel de fel de drumuri, de a asculta chemarile departarilor, ca un adevarat calator pe drumul vietii, inseamna un mod de evadare si o eliberare, inseamna curajul de a privi dincolo de zidurile acestei lumi, acestei realitati..&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa stim sa pretuim "micile adevaruri" dintr-o carte, care candva constituiau taina cuiva, sau poate senzatia care iti infioara trupul la amintirea unei alte senzatii traite candva si redescoperite in randurile unei carti..&lt;br /&gt;insa cartea este ceva mort in lipsa unei maini care sa o rasfoiasca, in lipsa unei minti care sa-i dezvaluie taina, si cu puteri de vrajitor sa dea sens universului ascuns al acesteia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O carte este o versiune a lumii." ( Salman Rushdie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5447632823822608356?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5447632823822608356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5447632823822608356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5447632823822608356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5447632823822608356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/cartea-si-cititorul-sau.html' title='cartea si cititorul sau'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RqM3w6IRIpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ubK-JbWlItc/s72-c/0c759c5b5ed6dc5b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7055907107739794360</id><published>2007-07-18T14:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:35:14.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fara titlu</title><content type='html'>a inceput scena si ea s-a oprit. si n-a mai zis nimic, cu privirea fixa, nu s-a mai miscat deloc. n-a uitat replica, nu era vorba ca nu-i mai place personajul, ci doar s-a plictisit de piesa, s-a blocat, scena asta ii provocase prea multe stari, i-a adus prea multe ganduri care au trezit-o la realitate, si realitatea nu se asemana deloc cu ce-i spusesera cand intrase in lumea asta. isi traise rolul, crezuse tot ce se intamplase in piesa aia, pretuise acea lume, si publicul, si rolul si toate cuvintele, era exploziva si atragea mereu atentia, era spontana si vesela, era cum trebuia pentru rolul ei. se revolta si se impaca cu sine, in fiecare act traia ceva diferit, invatase sa se poarte si  sa accepte aplauzele si admiratia publicului, numai ca facuse greseala sa aiba incredere in ceea ce vedea acolo si a jucat cu sufletul&lt;br /&gt;in sala era liniste si toti asteptau. degeaba.. s-a terminat. nu mai era actor, nu mai credea, si nu-i placea nici asa pentru ca acum era prea greu in realitate, nu mai zambea, nu mai simtea, nu-i mai era dor, era doar foarte suparata pe ea intr-un fel.. dar acum, ca renuntase la tot ce era inainte, nu prea mai avea nimic al ei, nu mai ramasese cu nimic. si ce se face acum? o ia de la capat? obosise de tot..&lt;br /&gt;ar fi vrut macar sa planga, sa simta o emotie sau ceva, dar nici asta n-a putut. e numai vina ei pentru ce i se-ntampla, de cate ori trebuie sa treci prin acelasi lucru ca sa-l intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;dar n-o judecati, nu trebuie nici sa intelegeti, o sa inteleaga ea, daca o sa mai fie ceva adevarat de inteles. imi pare rau ca s-a intamplat asa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7055907107739794360?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7055907107739794360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7055907107739794360' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7055907107739794360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7055907107739794360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/fara-titlu.html' title='fara titlu'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6001056290926612220</id><published>2007-07-13T23:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:34.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dependenta de viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rpf0LmoVrAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JAqFatIcGh8/s1600-h/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rpf0LmoVrAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JAqFatIcGh8/s320/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086802784323742722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momentele sau fericirea sau destinul nu stau dupa noi, nu? pentru ca timpul nu sta dupa noi, singura sansa sa poti iesi din timp, e sa stii sa-l ignori si sa-ti traiesti clipa, sa te simti liber de toate.. fura-i momentul, fa-l al tau, transforma-l in vesnicie. invata sa dilati clipa, nu exista greseli. nu mai cauta fericirea, simte-o in toate nimicurile din jurul tau, asculta indemnurile nerostite, pacaleste destinul! cu sete de doruri, de patimi.. lasa toate asteptarile ieftine, toate conventiile. fa toate astea fara regrete si fara nicio teama de prezent sau de viitor sau de nimic, fara sa te gandesti la vreun sfarsit, fara sa obosesti vreodata de atata viata, in goana ta dupa aventura si fericiri de moment si obliga-i si pe ceilalti sa tina pasul cu tine.. singura ta arma e libertatea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6001056290926612220?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6001056290926612220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6001056290926612220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6001056290926612220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6001056290926612220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/carpe-diem.html' title='dependenta de viata'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rpf0LmoVrAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JAqFatIcGh8/s72-c/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7497756243969799703</id><published>2007-07-13T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T23:40:08.019+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vei plange mult ori vei zambi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- END GUTTER --&gt;&lt;!-- *MIDDLE* --&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;nu mă căiesc,&lt;br /&gt;c-am adunat în suflet şi noroi-&lt;br /&gt;dar mă gândesc la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Cu gheare de lumină&lt;br /&gt;o dimineaţă-ţi va ucide-odată visul,&lt;br /&gt;că sufletul mi-aşa curat,&lt;br /&gt;cum gândul tău il vrea,&lt;br /&gt;cum inima iubirii tale-l crede.&lt;br /&gt;Vei plânge mult atunci ori vei ierta?&lt;br /&gt;Vei plânge mult ori vei zâmbi&lt;br /&gt;de razele acelei dimineţi,&lt;br /&gt;în care eu ţi-oi zice fără umbră de căinţă:&lt;br /&gt;"Nu ştii, ca numa-n lacuri cu noroi în fund cresc nuferi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucian Blaga&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/3987256765559443490-7497756243969799703?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7497756243969799703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7497756243969799703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7497756243969799703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7497756243969799703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/vei-plange-mult-ori-vei-zambi-eu-nu-m.html' title='Vei plange mult ori vei zambi?'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2883810577548050987</id><published>2007-07-09T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:05:32.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fara regrete</title><content type='html'>cum ar fi sa vina pe neasteptate, sa te-arunce si sa te prinda iar si iar, si sa n-ai timp sa te trezesti? cum ar fi daca totusi te-ai trezi? ai vrea sa te-ntorci inapoi.. ea ar fi slabiciunea ta, mai tare ca orice drog, raspunsul si vindecarea ta, simti ca te sufoci, ca dispari cand n-o simti langa tine, mai intensa decat orice senzatie.. asa ar fi ea, mai completa si mai extraordinara decat perfectiunea, ti-ar stii gandurile si orice miscare a sufletului, ai cunoaste-o si tu fara sa stii, fara sa te mai stii, dar ar fi cea mai mare provocare, cel mai tulbure gand, cea mai dificila, neinteleasa tentatie si definitie a ta, cel mai dulce compromis, clipa traita la maxim, mereu la extreme, "echilibrul ei ametitor", o combinatie fatala, ar fi si bine si rau, ar fi periculos de impulsiva, ar fi de moment, ar fi pentru totdeauna, n-ai stii.. ti s-ar mari pupilele si ti-ai pierde cunostinta cand i-ai simti parfumul si respiratia pe gat, umbra ta, din cuvinte asurzitoare din cel mai adanc intuneric, ar fi cea mai abstracta imagine a ceea ce-ti doresti, cea mai sucita, ciudata si complicata incertitudine a ta, te-ar obosi, ar fi cel mai real si in acelasi timp cel mai greu de atins lucru din viata ta.. ai fi in stare s-o pastrezi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2883810577548050987?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2883810577548050987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2883810577548050987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2883810577548050987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2883810577548050987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/cum-ar-fi-sa-vina-pe-neasteptate-sa-te.html' title='fara regrete'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1091349935289610418</id><published>2007-07-09T14:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:34.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIjcjlO4VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YfdtzjaE9So/s1600-h/almostfamous2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIjcjlO4VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YfdtzjaE9So/s320/almostfamous2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085165902749426002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Look. You should be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what he says to me in&lt;br /&gt;private. Maybe it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; love. As much&lt;br /&gt;as it can be with someone who --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WILLIAM&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;strong&gt;sold you to Humble Pie for fifty&lt;br /&gt;dollars and a case of beer? I was&lt;br /&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY&lt;/strong&gt; :What kind of beer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1091349935289610418?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1091349935289610418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1091349935289610418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1091349935289610418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1091349935289610418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-famous.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIjcjlO4VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YfdtzjaE9So/s72-c/almostfamous2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-603330069919051077</id><published>2007-07-09T14:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:34.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIinDlO4UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t29adPK5T64/s1600-h/growing_Up_by_cosio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIinDlO4UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t29adPK5T64/s320/growing_Up_by_cosio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085164983626424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;br /&gt;In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air&lt;br /&gt;I was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head of state didn't play guitar&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody drove a car&lt;br /&gt;When music really mattered and when radio was king&lt;br /&gt;When accountants didn't have control&lt;br /&gt;And the media couldn't buy your soul&lt;br /&gt;And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pop stars still remained a myth&lt;br /&gt;And ignorance could still be bliss&lt;br /&gt;And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad were in their teens&lt;br /&gt;And anarchy was still a dream&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When record shops were still on top&lt;br /&gt;And vinyl was all that they stocked&lt;br /&gt;And the super info highway was still drifting out in space&lt;br /&gt;Kids were wearing hand me downs&lt;br /&gt;And playing games meant kick arounds&lt;br /&gt;And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair... 8-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-603330069919051077?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpIinDlO4UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/t29adPK5T64/s72-c/growing_Up_by_cosio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2476338818656745312</id><published>2007-07-08T14:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:35.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ideea de "open minded"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpDbEzlO4TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_7OAPq1sm60/s1600-h/red__by_birdie94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpDbEzlO4TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_7OAPq1sm60/s400/red__by_birdie94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084804854913622322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mare mare confuzie..&lt;br /&gt;suntem multumiti de tinerii din ziua de azi pentru ca sunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"open minded"..&lt;/span&gt; au tupeu, frate, spun ce-au pe suflet, ii doare-n cot daca-i rogi ceva, ei n-au chef, sunt deschisi, la modu ca spun tot din casa, cum vine tacsu' beat si face scandal, isi dau frau liber imaginatiei, adica injura de toate neamurile, isi spun toate parerile, merg pe principiu' "get rich or die trying";) , sunt precoce, nu e nimic ce sa nu fi incercat deja..&lt;br /&gt;cam asta e conceptia de "open minded"..&lt;br /&gt;parerea mea de incuiata care nu intelege toate aceste manifestari sau cel putin nu in totalitate, este ca a fi open minded inseamna, in linii mari, a incerca sa privesti si altfel lucrurile, a intelege inainte de a judeca, a avea curaj sa fi tu insuti, a renunta la prejudecati, la idei fixe si imbatranite si a te adapta, a fi deschis la nou, nu la compromisuri, a avea puterea si rabdarea sa accepti lucrurile si oamenii asa cum sunt si a avea o viziune sincera, mai ales fata de tine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2476338818656745312?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2476338818656745312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2476338818656745312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2476338818656745312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2476338818656745312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/ideea-de-open-minded.html' title='ideea de &quot;open minded&quot;'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RpDbEzlO4TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_7OAPq1sm60/s72-c/red__by_birdie94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2474553063851089141</id><published>2007-07-08T14:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:49:37.765+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"deschideri", perspective, rusine, pretentii, greata</title><content type='html'>frate, mai nou oamenii s-au cultivat, s-au culturalizat, cica s-au deschis la minte, la idei, la slitz si astfel au inceput sa gandeasca.. evident, ei au inceput acest fenomen in fata portii de la gradina, in fata blocului, cu punga de seminte in mana sau chiar pe bulevarde, pe banci, exprimandu-si parerile despre .. ce apuca.. orice! ca doar de-aia e o tara libera asta in care traim! noi, astia de 13-17 ani cu pretentii am ales si am votat asa, astia care inca-si sterg mucii si cred ca ceausescu era vreun jucator de fotbal si ca revolutia n-a fost la noi in tara, si oricum n-a fost mare lucru ca au murit cativa fraieri care s-au ridicat ca-s ei mai destepti si mai "altfel".. eh, macar daca nu ne punem problema ca in mare parte datorita lor traim acum intr-un asa-zis regim democratic, atunci macar sa ne-o punem mai simplu, mai usor de inteles, mai practic.. datorita lor ai libertatea de a iesi la agatat cu decolteu' pana-n buric sau de a te da vreun smecheras cu lanturi si cutite la coltu blocului tau..&lt;br /&gt;si totusi.. si ei au un cuvant de spus! deci, cum sa va spun.. chiar daca este relativ dificil sa se exprime coerent si cat de cat corect, ei se vor ascultati, pentru ca au o parere, stiu despre ce este vorba, sunt chiar din ce in ce mai informati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"open minded"...&lt;/span&gt; asa sunt oamenii din ziua de azi.. asa isi dau cu parerea oamenii din ziua de azi despre alti oameni..  dar povestea cu "open minded" o s-o continui intr-un alt post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2474553063851089141?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2474553063851089141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2474553063851089141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2474553063851089141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2474553063851089141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/deschideri-perspective-rusine-pretentii.html' title='&quot;deschideri&quot;, perspective, rusine, pretentii, greata'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7830391097035280588</id><published>2007-07-05T11:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:26:26.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>treaba mea</title><content type='html'>am ceva cu atitudinea nu cu ideile sau parerile oamenilor. nu prea ma cert cu oamenii, nu prea urasc, dispretuiesc doar, nu judec, decat o singura persoana cred, pe restu ii critic, adica am cate-o parere de multe ori dar nu-mi dau cu parerea( nici macar pe bloguri) daca nu mi-o cere nimeni, prefer sa las oamenii sa se creada importanti si destepti fara sa le dau lectii, ma pricep foarte bine sa fac oamenii sa se simta prost dar si sa-i binedispun, fara sa ma pricep deloc la consolari, sunt lucruri pe care nu pot sa le spun, nu le spun decat foarte rar, cel mai mult nu suport oamenii ipocriti, mi se spune ca sunt prea sincera si directa si, da, am curaj sa spun in fata parerea daca asa cred sau daca mi se cere, pot sa ma prefac ca nu vad sau nu cunosc parti ale unor oamenilor, dar asta nu inseamna ca nu-mi dau seama de ele, doar ca oamenii de obicei sunt atat de prosti incat isi imagineaza ca sunt prea complicati si de neinteles pentru mine, iar eu evit niste situatii neplacute si care oricum n-ar avea niciun rost, nu pup in cur chiar daca am nevoie de o persoana, asta nu inseamna ca nu exista oameni de care ma folosesc, am invatat sa ascult fara sa ma enervez, de obicei mai mult ma amuz, sunt egoista si recunosc, oamenii cred ca sunt mereu fericita si imatura, doar pentru ca rad mult si nu ma vaiet niciodata, si prefer sa-i las sa ma creada mica si proasta decat sa-mi stie povestea si sa-si dea cu parerea sau sa judece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7830391097035280588?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7830391097035280588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7830391097035280588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7830391097035280588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7830391097035280588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/treaba-mea_05.html' title='treaba mea'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4364891849468309187</id><published>2007-07-04T21:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:35.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>necunoscut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rov49zlO4RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ct3-Kw-Q5nY/s1600-h/__Ticket_to_Heaven___by_psiiou.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rov49zlO4RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ct3-Kw-Q5nY/s320/__Ticket_to_Heaven___by_psiiou.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083430345119818002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am trezit intr-o zi cu el la usa.. avea parul ravasit, si pe el il luase intamplarea prin surprindere putin. m-a intrebat daca am timp, daca vreau sa ma plimb un pic. a spus-o nu cu prea multa incredere in el, cat sa para arogant, nici prea nesigur, cat sa arate ca-i e teama, cu un zambet mic pe moaca sincera si un pic uimita..&lt;br /&gt;am iesit fara sa spun ceva, fara sa ma sperii si fara sa ma gandesc la aproape nimic. s-a bucurat ca am spus da pentru ca decat atat astepta de fapt.. m-a intrebat daca ne plimbam, am inchis ochii si am acceptat, a zis ca daca ma plimb cu el n-o sa mai stiu drumul inapoi, n-o sa pot sa ma intorc singura, n-o sa ma mai pot intoarce deloc poate. am mers impreuna in continuare, eu tacuta si ganditoare, cu ochii inchisi, si intrebandu-ma ce vroia de fapt de la mine, el atent la reactiile mele, ca si cum plimbarile oarbe cu necunoscuti ar fi fost cel mai firesc lucru de pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;nu s-a apucat sa-mi tina teorii sau sa-mi povesteasca continuarea, pentru ca de fapt, chiar daca era clar ca venea din alte lumi, ca era altfel, nici el nu avea cum sa stie continuarea si asta ne facea intr-un fel egali in fata a ceva.. a destinului, a intamplarii, nu mai conta.. si n-avea cine sa ne dea raspunsuri, si asta ne facea cu atat mai grabiti sa vedem viata adevarata, un fel de fericire amestecata cu un pic de curiozitate&lt;br /&gt;a vorbit si mi-a aratat lucruri ca sa-mi aminteasca de el, eu ascultam, mi-a spus ca odata cu plimbarea o sa incep sa uit ce stiam inainte, sau ca o sa le invat pe toate sub o alta forma, ca o sa privesc altfel trecutul, si viitorul la fel, fara sa ma tem, ca o sa uit si-o sa invat din nou, si toate s-au amestecat in capul meu si inca mai tin ochii strans inchisi si ma agat de ceva, de frica sa nu ma trezesc ca n-a fost sau ca n-a ramas nimic stiind ca oricum nu ma mai pot intoarce la fel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ce-ti pasa daca nu stii ce te-asteapta, cand ce te-asteapta nu-i scris nicaieri?" (ion minulescu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4364891849468309187?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4364891849468309187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4364891849468309187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4364891849468309187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4364891849468309187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/necunoscut.html' title='necunoscut..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rov49zlO4RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ct3-Kw-Q5nY/s72-c/__Ticket_to_Heaven___by_psiiou.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-2979894464225435825</id><published>2007-07-02T23:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:36:55.514+03:00</updated><title type='text'>friends will be friends</title><content type='html'>oameni dragi, prieteni, locuri atat de frumoase, momente perfecte, senzatii si ipostaze, amintiri, lucruri de neuitat, detalii, spontaneitate sau nu, fotografii de data asta ale mele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi, cu alina si cu ema prin oras si in parc, pe o terasa sau la cumparaturi, cu chef de poze pentru ca deh.. fata pleaca la facultate si ii trebuie poza cu noi s-o puna pe birou sau pe etajera din baie, sau unde vrea ea.. si cand o vezi asa de dulce, pupacioasa rau, cu coditele ei si cu moaca aia incruntata si cu reactiile ei de om care a luat-o razna! dar are bac si o iertam si o intelegem si ii tinem si pumnii. iar ema.. ei ii e lene.. nu prea a vorbit, abia s-a miscat pe drum si nu reusea niciodata sa ne scoata pe toate 3 in poza! asa ca la un moment dat am renuntat si am pus pe cineva sa ne faca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-2979894464225435825?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/2979894464225435825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=2979894464225435825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2979894464225435825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/2979894464225435825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='friends will be friends'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6321471661806811400</id><published>2007-07-02T23:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:35.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>time of your life.. - first part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RoliXDlO4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kmG1fTzmjJc/s1600-h/S4200674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RoliXDlO4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kmG1fTzmjJc/s200/S4200674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082701802702299282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prima plecare din vara asta.. am plecat, m-am si intors.. cu un picior scrantit, cu dor de mare de data asta dar si de locurile prin care am trecut, obosita dar cu chef de viata si gata sa plec din nou, fara insigna mea super din vama, care era speciala pentru ca avea si o poveste, somn foarte putin, nopti pierdute, strazi inguste noaptea, cu felinare, niciodata nu mai vreau sa vad chipsuri si alte prostii, dor de muzica mea si de cateva persoane, am multe de povestit.. pana atunci o sa tot aduc poze, si cum inca nu le am pe toate o sa pun cateva.. restul, zilele urmatoare.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6321471661806811400?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6321471661806811400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6321471661806811400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6321471661806811400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/6321471661806811400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/07/prima-plecare-din-vara-asta.html' title='time of your life.. - first part'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RoliXDlO4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kmG1fTzmjJc/s72-c/S4200674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1877043376349457849</id><published>2007-06-19T23:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:35.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ce conteaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RnhJgSfrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/91w-ZgG3zII/s1600-h/ca999c928f790358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RnhJgSfrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/91w-ZgG3zII/s320/ca999c928f790358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077889398929572722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt 2 oameni.. am 2 oameni speciali, care ma fac speciala si care imi dau cate-o lectie exact cand ma astept mai putin pentru ca reusesc cumva sa ma puna pe mine aproape intotdeauna pe primul loc.. nu asteapta nimic de la mine, nu-si fac ambitii prostesti cu mine, nu ma judeca si nu m-ar lasa niciodata singura cand am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;am destui prieteni cu care rad pe terase si pe strada cand se uita toata lumea la noi, cu care pierd noptile si dansez pana dimineata, care ma fac sa uit de probleme, cu care ma cert doar pentru ca ni se pare ciudat sa fie liniste, carora le pasa si stiu asta..&lt;br /&gt;dar am doar 2 persoane care nu sunt obligate cu nimic fata de mine, si totusi ar face aproape orice pentru mine, de care sunt absolut sigura ca nu mi-ar face niciodata rau intentionat. ma fac sa ma simt in siguranta si in acelasi timp ma fac sa ma simt mica pe langa ei, cand vad devotamentul si rabdarea cu care imi iarta tot, imi accepta tot si raman mereu cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai e o persoana mai vecheee dar aproape neschimbata, care se zice ca ma "completeaza", care nu poate sa nu se bage in treburile altora, cu care am rabdare si o ascult si o invat, de care nu ma plictisesc niciodata si care ma calca pe nervi de fiecare data cand vine si mananca seminte la mine acasa sau cand nu tine minte aproape nimic din ce vorbesc cu ea si care reuseste sa ma scoata foarte des din minti, si nu e singura. si mai am un semn de intrebare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1877043376349457849?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1877043376349457849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1877043376349457849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1877043376349457849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1877043376349457849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunt-2-oameni.html' title='ce conteaza'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RnhJgSfrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/91w-ZgG3zII/s72-c/ca999c928f790358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1227557203694949963</id><published>2007-06-18T23:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:32:13.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky man</title><content type='html'>a iesit din casa in graba. ca de obicei, intarziase. se intreba cum de nu poate el niciodata sa ajunga la timp si de ce asteapta pana in ultimul moment sa se hotarasca.. asta zicea doar ca sa isi intre mai bine in rol pentru atunci cand se va intalni cu prietenii lui, pentru ca de fapt intarziatul era doar un efect al egocentrismului si al arogantei lui..&lt;br /&gt;cand a ajuns, s-a scuzat, ba chiar a facut cum a facut si s-a pus in postura de victima, cum obisnuia aproape de fiecare data. a cam tacut, s-a uitat in jur.. oamenii din jur il cunosteau, nu avea nimic nou, asa ca iar a tacut&lt;br /&gt;dar seara aceea si dorinta lui de a fi considerat special au fost salvate de.. chelnerita care gresise restul si astfel fusese nevoita sa-si ceara scuze politicos si asa a inceput.. o intamplare ciudata, speciala.. de fapt un inceput perfect pentru aceleasi replici, aceleasi teorii, vechile glume si incercari, aceeasi multumire si acelasi film cu acelasi final. pe el tocmai il salvase intamplarea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1227557203694949963?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1227557203694949963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1227557203694949963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1227557203694949963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1227557203694949963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/06/fara-titlu.html' title='lucky man'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7969822661500848282</id><published>2007-06-12T23:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:35.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mai am de invatat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rm8GLCfrQ2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tYDsdQ6Y_3g/s1600-h/going_forward_by_d4rkn3z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rm8GLCfrQ2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tYDsdQ6Y_3g/s320/going_forward_by_d4rkn3z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075282091787895650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am invatat sa am rabdare, am invatat sa ascult, am invatat sa iert, am invatat sa fiu rea si sa nu-mi pese si am uitat ca am invatat sa fiu asa atunci cand a fost vorba de oameni care merita, am intalnit oameni in care am crezut, care m-au iubit, pe care i-am jignit, pe care i-am iertat, pe care i-am uitat, am cunoscut oameni pe care i-am admirat, pe care i-am iubit, care mi-au schimbat viata, am cunoscut oameni care m-au invatat ce stiu si carora le datorez o parte din ceea ce sunt acum, oameni care au gresit sau nu, care m-au urat, fata de care am gresit si care n-au aflat ca-mi pare rau, oameni pe care i-am vrut langa mine, oameni de la care am cerut si m-am asteptat la prea mult ... trebuie sa invat ca unii oameni vin si pleaca, odata ce au terminat ce au avut de spus sau dupa ce-au dat ce-au avut de dat.. asa se intampla, e firesc, trebuie sa inteleg.. dar sunt si oameni care raman! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7969822661500848282?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/7969822661500848282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=7969822661500848282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7969822661500848282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/7969822661500848282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/06/mai-am-de-invatat_12.html' title='mai am de invatat..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Rm8GLCfrQ2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tYDsdQ6Y_3g/s72-c/going_forward_by_d4rkn3z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5372061353226378927</id><published>2007-06-12T22:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:14:21.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hai!!!</title><content type='html'>am asteptat vacanta.. uite ca a venit vacanta. a venit si acu ce facem cu ea? aa, cum?? ne distram super tare, plecam, mergem, iesim, ne-mbracam "dezbracate", fugim de-acas', nebunie, petreceri, intr-un cuvant "libertate".. prost inteleasa.. libertate cu care nu prea ne descurcam si de aceea avem tendinta "scaparii ca vaca-n lucerna", intr-o exprimare mai populara..&lt;br /&gt;nu e numai vina noastra, de fapt e decat pe jumatate vina noastra, e vina celor care "se ocupa" de noi, si care nu stiu sa ne formeze ideea de "libertate" si de "echilibru", asta poate pentru ca nici ei nu le-au avut niciodata bine intelese.&lt;br /&gt;asa ca in jur e haos total, nu mai ai cum sa dai de nimeni ca toti sunt "ocupati", nu stau saa.. piarda vremea ca mine! ar trebui sa-mi bag mintile-n cap si sa tin ritmu! hai! acu e momentu sa arat ce pot, sa-i dau gata, sa ma urc pe mese, sa fiu "rebela", sa sochez, sa ma fac de ras, sa fiu penibila dar sa ma simt bine cu mine si sa fiu multumita de ce-am facut&lt;br /&gt;mai bine ne calmam un pic, mai bine ne amintim sa ne si intoarcem, nu trebuie sa fugim de-acasa, putem sa mergem incet si evitam si eventualele accidente.. A VENIT VACANTA! si acu ce facem cu ea? pai.. ce sa facem? asteptam sa treaca si sa vina urmatoarea ca n-avem timp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5372061353226378927?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5372061353226378927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5372061353226378927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5372061353226378927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5372061353226378927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-asteptat-vacanta.html' title='hai!!!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4079011919469605937</id><published>2007-06-06T23:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:36.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>asculta, priveste si taci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RmccKifrQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QFmXffVY1Xk/s1600-h/__No___by_95101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RmccKifrQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QFmXffVY1Xk/s320/__No___by_95101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073054472640086866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a unspea porunca.. cine n-o stia, o afla acum..&lt;br /&gt;e cea mai eficienta metoda de cunoastere si cea mai buna dovada de intelepciune.&lt;br /&gt;invata sa asculti pentru ca de la toti ai de invatat ceva daca nu esti prea limitat in gandire si prea plin de tine.. asculta si ai rabdare, si vei gasi intotdeauna ce cauti fara prea mare efort, vei afla, vei cunoaste, te vei recunoaste de multe ori. si nu multi au darul de a fi buni ascultatori.. celor mai multi le place sa se asculte pe ei vorbind sau sunt genul de incuiati, cu idei batute-n cuie si fara remediu..&lt;br /&gt;invata sa vezi lumea.. fara sa o judeci, si priveste fiecare lucru ca si cum ar fi prima data cand il vezi..&lt;br /&gt;fii destept si tine pentru tine ideile, nu te implica si nu lua in serios, vorbeste putin si cand trebuie si ce trebuie.. invata sa cunosti, sa iei din toate cate ceva fara sa te risipesti la randul tau in cuvinte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asculta, priveste si taci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4079011919469605937?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4079011919469605937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4079011919469605937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4079011919469605937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4079011919469605937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/06/asculta-priveste-si-taci.html' title='asculta, priveste si taci!'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RmccKifrQ1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QFmXffVY1Xk/s72-c/__No___by_95101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-972159988806825553</id><published>2007-05-20T16:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:36.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un oricare azi inainte de maine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RlBXjtXT1RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-kXuWNssAnw/s1600-h/From_a_Distance_by_kedralynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RlBXjtXT1RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-kXuWNssAnw/s320/From_a_Distance_by_kedralynn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066645851776210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"- Stelele nu sunt la fel pentru toti oamenii. Pentru unii, cei care calatoresc, stelele sunt calauze. Pentru altii, sunt numai niste luminite. Savantii vad in ele doar probleme. Pentru businessmanul meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;erau bucati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e aur. Insa toate stelele acestea nu au grai ... Numai pentru tine stelele vor fi ca pentru nimeni altul ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Ce vrei sa spui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Noaptea, cand te vei uita pe cer, fiindca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eu voi locui pe una dintre ele, fiindca pe una dintre ele eu voi rade, atunci va fi pentru tine ca si cand ar rade toate stelele. Tu singur.. tu singur vei avea stele care stiu sa rada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si-a ras din nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Iar dupa ce-ti va fi trecut durerea (durerea-ntotdeauna trece), vei fi fericit ca m-ai cunoscut. Vom fi de-a pururi prieteni. Iti va fi dor sa radem impreuna. Si vei deschide uneori fereastra, asa, numai de drag ... Iar prie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tenii tai se vor mira, vazandu-te ca razi de cate ori te uiti la cer. Atunci, tu le vei spune: "Da, intotdeauna stelele ma fac sa rad!" Iar ei te vor crede nebun. Va insemna ca ti-am jucat un renghi grozav ..."    (Micul Print)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m-ai invatat sa nu cred in tine dar eu n-am vrut sa te cred..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce-ar fi daca maine as disparea? cum ar fi sa stii ca nu mai sunt, ca maine n-o sa ma mai poti gasi sau afla vreodata si nici nu vei putea sa te mai intorci undeva, oriunde, dupa ce tocmai ai gresit si eu sa-mi ascund privirea grea de ochii tai iar apoi sa ma iei in brate usor si eu sa-mi las naiva capul pe pieptul tau, cu ochii inchisi sa te iert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu te-ai gandit niciodata ce-ar fi daca maine n-ai mai stii nimic din mine si cum te-ar durea.. ar fi deajuns amintirea mea inghetata intr-o seara cand ma tineai de mana si doar ma simteai? ti-ar ajunge imaginea mea zambind mirata si multumita cand te simteam si te cunosteam si eu, fara sa-ti cer nimic si fara sa pot crede intr-un sfarsit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau poate ai pleca sa ma cauti, convins ca eu inca exist si ca n-as pleca niciodata fara sa-mi iau ramas-bun lasandu-ti doar povestea si poate inca ceva lipsit de importanta.. dar fii fericit pentru ca povestea e cea mai importanta, numai ca fara doi nu mai exista povestea.. asa ca invata de-acum sa ma cauti.. sau mai bine&lt;br /&gt;invata cum sa nu ma pierzi, cat e inca azi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="print"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-972159988806825553?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/972159988806825553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=972159988806825553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/972159988806825553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/972159988806825553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/05/micul-print.html' title='un oricare azi inainte de maine..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RlBXjtXT1RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-kXuWNssAnw/s72-c/From_a_Distance_by_kedralynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8560520250002308267</id><published>2007-05-17T22:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:46:36.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sa incerci sa vezi cu adevarat</title><content type='html'>Multe lacrimi adunate-n Rai, prea multe..&lt;br /&gt;Multe vise ingropate-n Rai,&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe iaduri adunate-n Rai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mamei nu mai dau lumina,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mamei invinovatesc..&lt;br /&gt;Mana tatei n-are nicio vina,&lt;br /&gt;Vorbe grele te invinetesc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te asteapta, nimeni nu te mai iarta,&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te vrea..&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu intelege, nimeni nu te mai crede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa poti sa recunosti razand iubirea,&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa poti vedea, cand ochii plang, iubirea?..&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-au invatat sa crezi..&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-au invatat sa vezi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar vine maine si-ai sa te ridici,&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca maine, simti ca maine vei putea!&lt;br /&gt;Vine maine si-ai sa pleci de-aici,&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca nu e, simti ca nu e vina ta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa ajuti fara sa fi fost rugat si sa inveti sa ierti cu inima.. sa nu-ti fie teama sa ai incredere si sa iubesti si sa meriti in acelasi timp iubirea celorlalti.. sa tii mai mult de lucrurile importante.. sa nu uiti sa fi sincer si sa incerci sa te bucuri mai des.. nimeni nu te stie asa cum te stii tu, si chiar daca azi nimeni nu mai crede in tine si in nimic, nu inseamna ca e vina ta pentru ca ei vad stramb lumea.. sa poti sa te pui in locul altcuiva pentru un minut si sa vezi cum vede el si sa simti ce simte el..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8560520250002308267?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-6621436639626449998</id><published>2007-05-15T22:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:36.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fericire, zambete, amintiri si luna mai.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RkohJCpmrfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oQsH1-NO0Ug/s1600-h/Karlita-0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RkohJCpmrfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oQsH1-NO0Ug/s320/Karlita-0605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064897170145455602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se intampla cateodata sa asculti o melodie sau sa simti un miros, sau sa vezi o imagine care sa-ti aminteasca de o perioada, sau de o persoana, sau de o intamplare.. sau de ceva..&lt;br /&gt;asa mi s-a intamplat in seara asta.. mi-am amintit de cum era anul trecut pe vremea asta.. cum eram. si mi-am dat seama cat de repede trece timpul, si cat de putine stim despre noi si cat de greu putem sa fim fericiti si sa zambim sincer sau sa ne bucuram de lucruri simple..&lt;br /&gt;si imi pare bine ca am stiut sa ma bucur de momentele din anul trecut si de acea primavara mai ales.. cu prieteni si colegi si oameni care la momentul ala m-au facut sa ma simt bine si care la randul lor s-au simtit bine sa ma aiba printre ei..&lt;br /&gt;lucrurile s-au schimbat mult mult.. atunci eram mult mai copii si mai simple si mai sincere si mai putin complicate.. si radeam mult si ne bucuram mai mult de lucruri marunte si stiam sa ne vorbim una alteia si ne distram oricum. nu era nimic prea greu si nimic ce nu puteam sa fim.. pentru ca eram impreuna si stiam sa fim fericite si prietene :) am invatat multe de atunci.. ne-am schimbat si am cam uitat unele lucruri, dar suntem tot impreuna si stim in continuare sa radem si sa iubim.. numai ca din cand in cand ni se face dor.. si atunci mai ascultam cate-o melodie care ne aminteste de cum eram si promitem sa invatam din nou sa visam mai mult si sa ne pastram zambetul de copii si sa nu uitam de lucrurile care conteaza cu adevarat de fapt..  luna mai are ceva special ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-6621436639626449998?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/6621436639626449998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=6621436639626449998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1792881724656355629</id><published>2007-05-14T20:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:35:03.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Sfarsit e un Inceput</title><content type='html'>Suflet nefericit, visul tau nu s-a implinit..&lt;br /&gt;Suflet nefericit, cat ai plans cat ai suferit..&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-ai iubit a fost durere,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ai pretuit, a fost parere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uita tot ce-ai pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-ai vrut, tot ce n-ai avut..&lt;br /&gt;Uita timpul ce-a trecut..&lt;br /&gt;Un sfarsit e un inceput!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-1792881724656355629?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1792881724656355629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1792881724656355629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1792881724656355629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1792881724656355629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-sfarsit-e-un-inceput.html' title='Un Sfarsit e un Inceput'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-325113762656814217</id><published>2007-05-12T19:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:36.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pareri.. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RkdgpipmrdI/AAAAAAAAADs/DNvuBryGULU/s1600-h/232b0bf14d983ffa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RkdgpipmrdI/AAAAAAAAADs/DNvuBryGULU/s320/232b0bf14d983ffa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064122572793621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce enervanti sunt oamenii care cred ca le stiu pe toate si ca nimeni nu mai e ca ei.. au impresia ca sunt speciali, probabil, si ca intreaga omenire depinde de ei.. sunt aia care vor sa iasa in evidenta cu orice pret, bufonii, care cred ca-s puternici si intangibili, neintelesi, si ca reprezinta un mare pericol pentru ceilalti../:) da' nu stiu ca de fapt tocmai de ei se poate lipsi lumea asta si ca toate si-ar continua cursul normal fara absolut nicio intrerupere sau schimbare daca ar disparea ei.. astia sunt oameni care ma plictisesc in general avand in vedere ca majoritatea sunt irecuperabili.. exista remediu numai in cazul in care constientizezi anumite lucruri care se intampla cu tine, numai ca ei, care cred ca lumea e a lor, traiesc de fapt intr-un patratel mic, intr-un coltisor al lor, singuri, evident.. pentru ca desi au sute de persoane in jurul lor, toti sunt prieteni de suprafata.. pentru ca in lumea lor, toate sunt de fapt de suprafata.. aceste personaje foarte complexe sunt genul care nu spun de obicei ce gandesc, nu ca ar face-o prea des, insa interesant este ca ceea ce spun ca gandesc se schimba aproape in fiecare moment, in functie de persoana careia ii dezvaluie "parerile".. eh, ei sunt genu de oameni pe care ii citesti imediat si le doresti in gand sa mai aiba scapare, fiind "inofensivi" pentru cei care au macar un pic de creier.. ei reprezinta de fapt de cele mai multe ori doar o pierdere de timp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-325113762656814217?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/325113762656814217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=325113762656814217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/325113762656814217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/325113762656814217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/05/pareri.html' title='pareri.. :))'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RkdgpipmrdI/AAAAAAAAADs/DNvuBryGULU/s72-c/232b0bf14d983ffa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-7924185924473057764</id><published>2007-04-29T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:36.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nu am chef azi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjShASpmrZI/AAAAAAAAADM/B8k_oEHB_mo/s1600-h/Sleepy_Kitten_by_drsmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjShASpmrZI/AAAAAAAAADM/B8k_oEHB_mo/s320/Sleepy_Kitten_by_drsmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845307822321042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When they call your name&lt;br /&gt;Will you walk right up&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Or will you cower in fear&lt;br /&gt;In your favourite sweater&lt;br /&gt;With an old love letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would..&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;Come pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;Take me out,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me up,&lt;br /&gt;Steal my records..&lt;br /&gt;Screw all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;They're all full of shit..&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;And then do it again..&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking downtown&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish I was there?..&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish it was me?&lt;br /&gt;With the windows clear and the mannequins eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do they all look like mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you could,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would..&lt;br /&gt;Come pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;Take me out,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me up,&lt;br /&gt;Steal my records..&lt;br /&gt;Screw all my friends&lt;br /&gt;behind my back&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;And then do it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish you would&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd make up my bed&lt;br /&gt;So I could make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;Try it for sleeping instead&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll rest sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish you could&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi e una din zilele alea in care nu vrei sa faci nimic din ce-ai face de obicei intr-o zi de weekend. e o zi cu nori si putina ploaie.. e o zi in care iti poti permite sa lenevesti, sa stai in pat cu ochii intre-deschisi, sa asculti melodia de mai sus si altele facute tot pentru zile ca astea sau sa te uiti la un film frumos si in camera sa fie semi-intuneric.. cu alte cuvinte sa nu faci nimic "important".. doar sa stai si sa te gasesti pe tine.. poate in picaturile de ploaie care cad, poate in gandul care-ti trece involuntar prin minte, simplu si sincer.. acolo esti tu.. e bine sa mai gasesti timp si pentru asa ceva, cand nu te mai grabesti asa de tare in astfel de zile..&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu merita sa "complici" o zi ca asta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-7924185924473057764?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjShASpmrZI/AAAAAAAAADM/B8k_oEHB_mo/s72-c/Sleepy_Kitten_by_drsmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-1985959101740829187</id><published>2007-04-28T12:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:37.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ai grija de tine!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR-wypmrTI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmn6-6508zg/s1600-h/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR-wypmrTI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmn6-6508zg/s320/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058807658139004210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca n-o mai vezi zambind,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca n-o mai simti venind,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu-ntelegi cum s-a-ntamplat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca n-o mai poti suna,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca, chiar daca n-o mai poti chema,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca doar amintirile-au ramas de-atunci cu voi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu-i mai poti vorbi,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca, chiar daca n-o poti intalni..&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca toata lumea e-ntre voi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca el nu-i vinovat,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca stii si n-ai uitat,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca lumea s-a-mpartit stupid la doi,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca viata v-a speriat,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca stii, el n-a uitat&lt;br /&gt;Si telefonul suna, suna mereu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce mult te-a iubit, cat te-a iubit de mult!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu te vede,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu mai crede,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu mai stie unde esti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca o mai vezi trecand,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca, la brat cu sotul ei mergand,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca din cand in cand priveste inapoi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce mult te-a iubit, ce mult te-a iubit..&lt;br /&gt;Cat te-a iubit de mult!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa nu pleci! te voi ajuta si tu o sa gasesti puterea de care ai nevoie sa mergi mai departe.. au fost atatea dati in care am uitat atatea lucruri importante.. si mi-e rusine. si m-am speriat, m-am speriat gandindu-ma ca asa sunt de fapt eu cu adevarat. acum m-am trezit.. mi-am dat seama ca nu sunt asa.. lucrurile pe care le-am inteles si de care mi-am dat seama le stiu numai eu si le vad altfel decat cred altii. sa fii atent cu oamenii la care tii pentru ca nu stii niciodata cand ii poti pierde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3987256765559443490-1985959101740829187?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/1985959101740829187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=1985959101740829187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1985959101740829187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/1985959101740829187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/ai-grija-de-tine.html' title='ai grija de tine!..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR-wypmrTI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmn6-6508zg/s72-c/c5adfec28324d98b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-423821042218286340</id><published>2007-04-26T20:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:58:39.158+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERGE !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-423821042218286340?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/423821042218286340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=423821042218286340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/423821042218286340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/423821042218286340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-5646036538970102162</id><published>2007-04-24T23:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:37.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday's gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ri5vpM0BL1I/AAAAAAAAACM/IJWtaj39qsM/s1600-h/primavara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ri5vpM0BL1I/AAAAAAAAACM/IJWtaj39qsM/s320/primavara.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057102185188372306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foarte ciudata ultima perioada de timp.. mult timp pierdut.. multe..  prieteni cu probleme, colege nemultumite de pozitia din banci, profesori cretini plus o mama foarte irascibila si aeriana in ultimul timp.. si nimic iesit din comun..&lt;br /&gt;atata irascibilitate in aer zilele astea.. diriga e singura care ma distreaza la culme cu irascibilitatea ei.. in rest, toti ma plictisesc deja cu nervii lor.&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc cum sa fac sa plec la mare.. de unde bani? cine mai vine in afara de mine si corina.. ce fac cu absentele,  mergem cu trenu? cu ce tren?..&lt;br /&gt;ma mai gandesc si sa schimb melodia asta pe care o ascult de cateva ore, da nu prea vreau ca e preferata mea in seara asta.. si vreau sa fac rost de cartea aia odata! si nu mi-o da nimeni si toti ma cred nebuna! ce stiu ei..&lt;br /&gt;nu prea mai am timp sa fac ce-mi place.. nu mai am timp de mine. ar trebui sa ma gandesc mai bine la timpu asta pierdut.. [-(&lt;br /&gt;si inca astept sa se intample ceva., dar nu se intampla cand te astepti..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-5646036538970102162?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/5646036538970102162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=5646036538970102162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5646036538970102162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/5646036538970102162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesdays-gone.html' title='tuesday&apos;s gone..'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/Ri5vpM0BL1I/AAAAAAAAACM/IJWtaj39qsM/s72-c/primavara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4870695988361298760</id><published>2007-04-24T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:37.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rosu aprins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR_vCpmrUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ghJINRZDegI/s1600-h/f0af73118d999abd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR_vCpmrUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ghJINRZDegI/s320/f0af73118d999abd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058808727585860930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu si-a dat seama cum a inceput. pentru ca a inceput prea frumos si simplu si de data asta nu vazuse nicio parte rea, cat de mica.. nu, niciuna, tocmai de-aia nici nu credea inca si nici nu statea sa analizeze felul cum stateau lucrurile.&lt;br /&gt;de fapt a fost inceputul multor lucruri.. a fost cel mai important inceput de pana atunci si inca nu constientiza.. era ciudat.. nu-i mai era frica, nu se gandise prea mult, era pentru prima data cand doar simtea.. isi dorise asta pana atunci atat de mult si era cu mult peste ce visase ea, chiar.&lt;br /&gt;el nu stia ce sa creada pentru ca ea doar se uita.. asa mirata si neincrezatoare.&lt;br /&gt;toate s-au intamplat repede si totul a fost atat de adevarat pentru ea! chiar si minciunile.. si rautatile, si toate datile in care a speriat-o sau a uitat ce nu trebuia sa uite.. toate astea au valorat mai mult decat orice altceva. atunci a simtit fericire, durere, s-a simtit mai puternica decat toti.. nu era nimic ce nu putea sa fie, pentru ca traia cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;n-a interesat-o niciodata daca a gresit, daca s-a inselat.. o minciuna poate fi mai valoroasa decat un adevar uneori. si de data asta conta mai mult schimbarea.. povestea.. lucruri care raman.&lt;br /&gt;nici nu vrea sa stie tot adevarul acum.. poate alta data.. ce era important de stiut, stia.. acum ii era doar ca dracu de dor s-o faca din nou sa traiasca cu adevarat, s-o faca sa simta din nou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4870695988361298760?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4870695988361298760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4870695988361298760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4870695988361298760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4870695988361298760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/smiling-and-waving-and-looking-so-fine.html' title='rosu aprins'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjR_vCpmrUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ghJINRZDegI/s72-c/f0af73118d999abd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-634025013177455616</id><published>2007-04-16T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:37.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru moment nu mai vreau sa cred nimic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiR_YkAdBHI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rChzCMVR5g/s1600-h/black_green_day__by_gnato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiR_YkAdBHI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rChzCMVR5g/s320/black_green_day__by_gnato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304741775705202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce vreau eu asa de tare sa vad adevarul? ca de cele mai multe ori tuturor le e mai bine cu ce cred ei, cu ce le place sa vada.&lt;br /&gt;am vrut si eu sa fiu asa, de multe ori. am incercat sa cred ce vad, am incercat sa ma conving ca e adevarat ce vad chiar si atunci cand simteam ca nu e asa. oamenii se mint singuri pentru ca le e mai usor&lt;br /&gt;si tot nu stiu de unde nevoia asta asa mare de adevar, ca pana la urma poate mi-ar fi mai bine daca as stii mai putin. poate.. dar eu nu vreau, nici eu nu ma inteleg, pentru ca de cele mai multe ori imi e frica de adevar, dar, fara sa vreau, fara sa-mi dau seama, tot asta caut de fapt.&lt;br /&gt;imi place sa am lucruri in care sa cred. si cel mai rau ma simt cand aflu ca ceva in care am crezut nu exista sau nu e adevarat. e cel mai urat. atunci urasc. urasc lucrul in care am crezut, urasc persoana care m-a facut sa cred ( daca e vorba de vreo persoana), urasc adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;dar tot asta aleg, tot calea mai dureroasa si simt ca innebunesc cand nu mai stiu ce sa cred!&lt;br /&gt;si de ce in loc sa invat la istorie, sau sa dorm, sau sa citesc ceva, stau sa scriu posturi despre adevar si despre lucruri in care cred dar de fapt nu exista? ca oricum a iesit o prostie.. in primul rand pentru ca sunt lucruri care nu pot fi explicate prea usor si in al doilea rand pentru ca am batut campii si n-am zis tot ce vroiam sa zic.. unele le-am uitat in timp ce scriam, iar altele m-am gandit ca n-ar avea niciun rost sa le mai scriu pe blog.. oricum oamenii n-o sa le creada sau o sa spuna ca le stiu deja. dar m-am descarcat. asta e de fapt utilitatea blogului. acum stau si astept sa se consume odata starea asta in care sunt. si ziua asta oricum o sa se termine tot urat, pentru ca azi iar am cautat prea mult adevarul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-634025013177455616?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/634025013177455616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=634025013177455616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/634025013177455616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/634025013177455616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/pentru-moment-nu-mai-vreau-sa-cred.html' title='pentru moment nu mai vreau sa cred nimic'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiR_YkAdBHI/AAAAAAAAABk/3rChzCMVR5g/s72-c/black_green_day__by_gnato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-8500589423677170153</id><published>2007-04-15T13:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:37.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nu mai vreau sa fie duminica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiIezUAdBEI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Tw6JklffFU/s1600-h/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiIezUAdBEI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Tw6JklffFU/s320/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053635598755890242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urasc duminicile... nu-mi plac, pentru ca toata lumea are o stare de moleseala si vrea sa doarma sau, oricum.. sa se odihneasca cumva. asa ca duminicile sunt plictisitoare si mereu mi se pare ca e prea multa liniste... de-aia nici nu trebuie sa ma uit in calendar ca sa stiu ca e duminica, pur si simplu stiu..&lt;br /&gt;parca timpul trece mai greu, n-am chef de nimic, mereu sunt singura, nu pot nici sa invat, peste tot e pustiu si nimeni nici macar nu te asculta..&lt;br /&gt;mai e si soare.. dar e si el la fel.. un soare "de duminica"..toata lumea parca asteapta ziua asta si gaseste ceva bun de facut, se bucura de ea intr-un fel sau altul, numai eu astept sa treaca odata!.. sa vina luni si sa stiu ca a inceput saptamana, ca am treburi, ca nu stau degeaba si singura.&lt;br /&gt;simt ca-mi vajaie capul si e numai vina ei.. a duminicii, ca-mi aduce starea asta&lt;br /&gt;tot ce pot sa fac e sa stau pe net..&lt;br /&gt;nici macar n-am idei duminica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-8500589423677170153?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/8500589423677170153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=8500589423677170153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8500589423677170153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/8500589423677170153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/nu-mai-vreau-sa-fie-duminica.html' title='nu mai vreau sa fie duminica'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RiIezUAdBEI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Tw6JklffFU/s72-c/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4627197962572852042</id><published>2007-04-15T12:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:05:38.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tema : "avem nevoie de modele in viata?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjSA6CpmrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4FAXIYYPN9c/s1600-h/2007e4728c6fe96b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjSA6CpmrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4FAXIYYPN9c/s320/2007e4728c6fe96b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058810016076049778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"e bine sa avem modele in viata, atata timp cat ne influenteaza intr-un mod pozitiv si atata timp cat ramane o simpla persoane pe care o apreciem, si nu o obsesie sau un Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;modelele au o influenta mai mare asupra copiilor sau asupra oamenilor fara personalitate, ei incercand sa devina o copie a persoanelor pe care le admira, confundand totul..&lt;br /&gt;un astfel de exemplu am fost chiar eu, care pana acum un timp aveam o adevarata obsesie pentru tudor chirila ( solistul formatiei Vama Veche). el era idolul meu si eu incercam sa fiu exact ca el : daca lui ii placea un film, il vedeam repede si trebuia sa-mi placa si mie, daca el era dinamovist, eram si eu, daca el spunea ceva, eu memoram imediat si le spuneam tutror.. tudor chirila este si actor, iar eu imi doream, bineinteles, ca atunci cand cresc sa fiu studenta la i.a.t.c. degeaba imi spunea lumea ca poate mi se potriveste mai bine altceva, ca o sa ma mai gandesc, ca sunt inca un copil, eu nici nu voiam sa concep : ma plimbam toata ziua cu ziarele prin casa si vorbeam singura, incercand sa iau lectii de dictie. citeam cate un articol de cate 20 de ori, pana imi iesea cum vroiam.&lt;br /&gt;cu timpul am realizat ca toata lumea are defecte, chiar si tudor chirila, si ca nu am nevoie sa fac ce face el sau ce fac ceilalti, ci sa-mi gasesc propriile pasiuni si idei. am inceput sa vad lumea singura, si nu prin ochii altora, si sa gandesc singura.&lt;br /&gt;acum iau doar exemple si stiu singura ce e bine pentru mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e compunere facuta acum 2 ani.. ca sa nu se mai creeze neintelegeri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4627197962572852042?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4627197962572852042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4627197962572852042' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4627197962572852042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4627197962572852042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/tema-avem-nevoie-de-modele-in-viata.html' title='tema : &quot;avem nevoie de modele in viata?&quot;'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/RjSA6CpmrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4FAXIYYPN9c/s72-c/2007e4728c6fe96b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987256765559443490.post-4951130592831305401</id><published>2007-04-13T15:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:24:26.828+03:00</updated><title type='text'>prea tare ca sa uitam ora aia de chimie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-hai mah la ora! e si 30... avem chimie! cu ilinca! ce mai stai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-bine, hai hai ca vin... auzi... e usa-nchisa.. daca a venit asta inaintea noastra?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-hai mah ca acum e si 30, n-are cum sa fi venit, doar nu e chiar asa de sarit de pe fix sa vina la si 29, ce naiba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-asa ai zis si data trecuta, erika! si stii ce s-a intamplat. mie mi-e frica sa intru.&lt;br /&gt;-ei! daca e deja la ora nu mai intru si gata! stii ce-a facut cu noi data trecuta si stii ca nu pot sa ma abtin sa rad. ar fi chiar culmea s-o patim si-a doua oara!&lt;br /&gt;-cata, deschide tu usa sa vedem daca a intrat ilinca la ora la noi si dup'aia fugi la tine in clasa..&lt;br /&gt;Usa se deschide brusc dintr-o lovitura cu piciorul, noi il vedem pe ilinca, el ne vede pe noi ( noroc ca nu stia ca suntem elevele lui.. n-am facut nimic special ca sa ne tina minte, deocamdata..) si o luam care incotro...&lt;br /&gt;Ne intalnim toate gafaind in curtea scolii si ne uitam derutate una la alta(pe drum am mai gasit cateva "intarziate" ca noi doua). trebuie sa recunosc ca, desi eram cea mai calma dintre toate (o mai patisem si inainte...), in momentul cand am vazut ca ne-am "inmultit" asa subit, mi s-a parut ca e jumate din clasa.. eram decat 5.. dar oricum, eram destule!&lt;br /&gt;toate intarziasem si niciuna nu a mai avut atata curaj sa intre, nu pentru morala care urma, ci pentru posibilul 3 pe care ne asteptam sa-l luam la ascultare si pentru posibilele "reactii anormale" pe care stiam ca le avem in asemenea situatii... /:) unele izbucnesc intr-un ras isteric fara sa se mai poata opri 8-), altele incearca sa imbuneze prin plans si prin lasatul privirii in pamant.. eh, fiecare dupa posibilitati :)) Asa ca am ales metoda "cel mai putin dureroasa", cel putin pentru moment :)) ... sa fugim... si-am fugit.. am fugit in tribune, apoi in bastilia, apoi intr-o clasa goala unde ne-a prins o femeie de servici si ne-a spus ca fumam, starnind astfel reactii total gresite si nepotrivite situatiei in care ne aflam /:) una dintre noi era foarte intrigata de acuzatiile acelei femei, asa incat a stat s-o lamureasca, considerand inacceptabile comportamentul si cuvintele ei... " Dar nu se poate!! Doamne.. noi sa fumam? da' cum puteti sa spuneti asa ceva? noi nu fumam! dumnezeule, cum sa.." /:)&lt;br /&gt;Atunci am aflat, de fapt cred ca stiam dar mi s-a confirmat, ca atunci cand esti in situatii limita, cand nu stii prea bine ce se intampla, si nici ce sa faci, atunci RAZI, razi din orice, fara motiv, ca nebunii. Asa faceam noi, era o stare de tensiune, de disperare sau agonie la unele :)) dar si ele radeau, radeau tremurand..&lt;br /&gt;Cand auzeam voci, taceam toate si nu mai scoteam niciun fel de sunet, dar una dintre noi, nemaiputand rezista curiozitatii si tentatiei de a vedea cine vine, a scos capu' pe usa, usa a scartait, s-a intamplat sa o auda tocmai cine nu trebuia sa o auda, adica o profa cu care era de preferat sa nu ne intalnim, iar profa normal ca a deschis usa de la baie sa vada cine e, cum era de asteptat..&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum am mai spus, noi in acele momente nu prea mai gandeam, asa ca stateam toate ingramadite intr-un colt, dar in fata erau oglinzi, deci persoana de la usa oricum ne putea vedea...&lt;br /&gt;Norocul nostru a fost ca i s-a facut probabil mila de noi si ne-a lasat sa stam acolo pana la sfarsitul orei... nimeni n-a fost ranit si intamplarea n-a avut urmari tragice cum se asteptau unele dintre noi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987256765559443490-4951130592831305401?l=sowhy19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/feeds/4951130592831305401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3987256765559443490&amp;postID=4951130592831305401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4951130592831305401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987256765559443490/posts/default/4951130592831305401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhy19.blogspot.com/2007/04/prea-tare-ca-sa-uitam-ora-aia-de-chimie.html' title='prea tare ca sa uitam ora aia de chimie...'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479495171165898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9N4ue8r7yVM/SZNAJUvCAzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hkNmCwctc3M/S220/vooSDB11284902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
