<?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-239527291051448091</id><updated>2011-11-06T04:08:46.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything I like, think, and dream about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-6260517720709648998</id><published>2009-11-13T21:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:53:24.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu si despre femei!</title><content type='html'>Ei bine, a venit timpul sa vorbesc despre noi - femeile. O sa folosesc termenul de femei pentru toate reprezentantele sexului frumos, indiferent de ce varsta au ele.&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum am impartit si prietenii pe mai multe nivele, asa o sa impart si femeile. Pentru ca, let's face it ... femeile sunt de muuuuulte tipuri. Din pacate, pentru a nu va plictisi la maxim cu un post luuung, o sa impart femeile numai in 5 categorii. Sa vedem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Femeia MODEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- inteligenta, cocheta, mereu aranjata, in pas cu moda, descurcareata, sociabila, frumoasa, punctuala, apreciata, buna gospodina, plina de viata, etc. - Un fel de ... FEMEIA PERFECTA. Ei bine, cine n-ar vrea sa fie asa? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S. : bianca: poti sa pui&lt;br /&gt;          bianca: si un *&lt;br /&gt;          bianca: si dupa sa zici * = BIANCA ]- lovely, right? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Femeia MUNCITOARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mereu la serviciu, ingropata in munca, nu are timp de altceva, cariera este pe primul loc, nimic nu o convinge sa lase munca si sa faca altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Femeia DE MORAVURI USOARE (- asta ca sa fiu decenta ) - si de aici incepe distractia !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vine, isi face treaba, pleaca, uita, apoi trece la altul. Va rooog, sunteti JALNICE! Puteti sa obtineti placere si cu un singur baiat, care sa va fie prieten(sot)! Sau sa inteleg ca voua nu va ajunge una singura:-? vreti sa experimentati... probabil ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Femeia PROASTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nu are nicio treaba cu viata, are ambitii proaste ( ca ea, de altfel), se crede buricul pamantului ( si nu este), vorbeste mult si prost (de aici si clasificarea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Femeia NORMALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sensibila, iubitoare, romantica, ingaduitoare, buna, rea, rebela, cuminte. Combinatia cea mai potrivita :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi alegeti unde vreti sa fiti .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-6260517720709648998?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6260517720709648998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=6260517720709648998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6260517720709648998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6260517720709648998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cu-si-despre-femei.html' title='Cu si despre femei!'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-6404798643376335508</id><published>2009-07-02T14:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:48:50.637+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si ce?</title><content type='html'>Anii trec, lumea evolueaza, fiecare se maturizeaza in felul sau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat demult cum este sa scrii intr-un jurnal. Au trecut 2 ani si o data cu trecerea timpului s-a schimbat si tehnica de operare! S-a inventat blog-ul si asa am ajus eu sa-mi insirui toate gandurile pe el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mii de ganduri, mii de moduri in care sa le asezi pe hartie. Filozofez... asta fac de ceva timp incoace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi m-am gandit la mine... am realizat cat de departe am ajuns cu filozofiile mele despre viata. Era vorba ca eu sa fiu pe primul loc in orice fac, sa ma gandesc mai intai la mine si dupa la altii. Se pare ca am exagerat putin. Tot ce vroiam era sa fie totul bine, in final s-a dovedit ca tot eu am dat-o in bara. Cineva imi zicea ca uitandu-se la o persoana si vazandu-i defectele il face mai puternic; insa observand si calitatile devine brusc mai slab. Asa si este! Cui ii convine sa fie in urma altcuiva?Nimanui, exact! Daca stau si ma gandesc mai bine, la cum ma cunosc as putea spune ca sunt un exemplu demn de urmat pentru unii, altii; si totusi de ce cand stau sa ma analizez in deamanunt, cel mai mic punct slab ma doboara? De ce cand spun ca sunt curajoasa, cel mai mic obstacol ma face sa fug de frica? De ce cand zic ca o sa trec peste toate, o replica auzita la timpul neportivit ma face sa dau inapoi? E simplu! Pentru ca asa sunt eu si cine  ma cunoaste ma accepta asa cum sunt. Nu cred ca ar mai trebui sa fug de persoana mea oricum ar fi ea. Daca o sa ma accept pe mine insumi, automat si altora o sa le fie usor sa ma accepte. Cred tot ce zic? Poate ca da, poate ca nu; inclin sa cred da. Recunosc ca nu e chiar usor sa te accepti decat dupa nenumarate incercari. Dar toate aceste incercari pot avea un final fericit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te mai intai la tine si apoi la altii! Insa nu uita ca exista niste limite intre care tu trebuie sa te incadrezi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sa functioneze in timp... simt eu asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-6404798643376335508?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6404798643376335508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=6404798643376335508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6404798643376335508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6404798643376335508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-ce.html' title='Si ce?'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-1076827508076749837</id><published>2009-06-23T22:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:52:42.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca imi pasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sunt momente in viata in care trebuie sa te bucuri de victorie sau sa stii sa pierzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sunt momente in viata in care trebuie sa stii cum sa lupti ca sa castigi sau sa accepti ca ai fost infrant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Si tot in viata, sunt momente in care trebuie sa iti amintesti cine esti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Se intampla deseori sa te uiti mai mult la tine si mai putin la altii. Sa uiti ca poate parerea ta conteaza, sa arunci cu vorbe fara sa gandesti sau sa faci gesturi "usturatoare".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa fii bun, cand sa fii rau, cand sa fii cine nu esti sau cand sa fii TU. De multe ori atitudinea ta e ca o eticheta- daca stii cum sa te comporti, ai noroc; daca nu - ai dat-o in baraaa. Trebuie sa stii cand sa fii indiferent, orgolios, gelos, posesiv, impulsiv, e.t.c. . De ce? Pentru ca exista oameni carora le pasa de tine si de ce se intampla in jurul lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Si totusi de ce nu poate nimeni sa faca asta? Aparent - regulile sunt simple, dar in esenta - sunt greu de urmat. Asa suntem noi. Tocmai din acest motiv nu exista perfectiunea. Poti sa te crezi "omul-perfect", dar numai crezand asta esti slab si  mai ai de parcurs un drum lung  pana la asa zisa "perfectiune"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Asa stau lucrurile- in viata mea cel putin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pana la urma... de ce imi pasa mereu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ATAT DE MULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-1076827508076749837?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1076827508076749837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=1076827508076749837' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1076827508076749837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1076827508076749837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pentru-ca-imi-pasa.html' title='Pentru ca imi pasa.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-7551649243346791571</id><published>2009-06-07T22:48:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:51:19.259+03:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crestem, ne maturizam si uitam de cum am fost odata. Totul s-a intamplat mult prea repede. Parca ieri erai clasa intai, parca ieri erai clasa a5a, parca ieri s-a intamplat totul iar tu nu iti dai seama cat de mult a trecut. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Trecem prin viata intr-un mod prea alert incat la un moment dat incepem sa uitam cine suntem. Stiam ca sunt o persoana sensibila, modesta si la locul ei, iar peste noapte m-am transformat intr-o fiinta cu suflet rece, plina de sine (desi nu e cazul) si crezandu-ma cea mai importanta persoana de pe planeta. Hmm, ieri nu eram asa! Sau poate a trecut ceva vreme, dar eu nu am realizat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           Suntem inconjurati de fel de fel de oameni. Se spune ca sunt 3 feluri de oameni: oamenii buni, oamenii rai si taximetristii. Cum taximetristii nu ne intereseaza prea mult in acest moment, raman de analizat oamenii buni si oamenii rai. Bineinteles ca nu pot fi analizati amanuntit, ne-ar lua o vesnicie avand in vedere ca nu suntem genii. Insa orice persoana isi poate da seama de tipurile de oameni din jurul ei. De obicei, oamenii &lt;strong&gt;buni&lt;/strong&gt; sunt prietenii, sau oamenii invatati sa faca numai bine, iar oamenii &lt;strong&gt;rai&lt;/strong&gt; sunt cei lipsiti de insusiri pozitive, sau, diferite experimente esuate ale naturii.&lt;br /&gt;            Prietenii, cei care fac parte din clasa oamenilor buni, sunt si ei impartiti la randul lor in mai multe categorii : &lt;br /&gt; -&gt; prieteni pe interes;&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; prieteni la catarama;&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; prieteni pe viata;&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; prieteni din mila;&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; prieteni de fatada;&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;            Clasificarea de mai sus este una infima, avand in vedere ca lista poate continua. &lt;br /&gt;            Si acum, fie vorba intre noi, toti facem parte, intr-un anumit moment din viata, din fiiiecare categorie. Singura regula pentru a "supravietui" este sa ne dam seamaca asa suntem noi, chiar daca nu putem accepta asta. Si totusi, prin viata se trece doar invatand din greseli, iar greselile apar numai daca esti in locul nepotrivit, la timpul nepotrivit. In caz ca nu inveti din greseli, tu esti singurul care pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;            Mai departe... oamenii rai. Mai pe romaneste dusmanii, dar prefer sa le zic inamici, avand in vedere ca termenul "dusman" a devenit cliseic. Pai, inamicii, cum spuneam, sunt niste oameni ce au ca unic scop in viata distrugerea fericirii celorlalti- ceea ce e trist. Decat sa stai sa intocmesti planuri, sa vezi cand poti actiona, etc, etc, ai putea foarte bine sa iti construiesti un alt scop in viata - Salveaza planeta! - asta ca tot suntem in era ecologica. Dar totusi, se deduce, ca fiecare dintre noi a facut candva parte din acest colectiv - sau inca face - ceea ce iar e trist.&lt;br /&gt; In fine,  “ Apa trece, pietrele raman”, asta insemnand, pentru mine cel putin, ca viata merge mai departe indiferent de ce ti se intampla. Chiar daca uiti, ierti, sau doar te prefaci in legatura cu asta, sunt clipe de neuitat – si  prin asta nu ma refer numai la : primul sarut, weekendul la mare cu iubitul, absolvirea, si multe altele care continua seria. Sunt si lucruri negative demne de tinut minte, cum ar fi : despartirea de iubit, cum ai ramas cu ochii in soare de prea multe ori, ratarea prieteniilor, mentinerea anumitor ambitii/ principii proaste de-a dreptul.&lt;br /&gt; A, da! Era sa uit. Ma adresez aici tuturor oamenilor buni si rai care ma inconjoara, Si acum, vesnica, “Lasati ca ma fac eu mare, vedeti voi!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imi place sa stiu totul despre noii mei prieteni, dar nimic despre cei vechi.” - Oscar Wild&lt;/em&gt;e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-7551649243346791571?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7551649243346791571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=7551649243346791571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7551649243346791571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7551649243346791571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-2088459228092302657</id><published>2008-12-13T12:12:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:29:27.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To some special friends ...</title><content type='html'>Sunt momente in viata in care esti prins intre bine si rau, intre corect si gresit, intre da si nu. Sunt momente in care poti lua decizii, sunt momente in care nu stii ce sa faci.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa inveti sa pierzi, sa castigi, sa nu te dai batut, sa mergi cu capul sus, sa uiti, sa ierti, sa inveti cate ceva din fiecare lucru marunt.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa te faci inteles si sa intelegi. Trebuie sa te lupti sau sa lasi pe altii sa se lupte pentru tine. Trebuie sa ai limite, trebuie sa le incalci cand este necesar, trebuie sa stii ce presupune asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUOLtO39nsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jEMz7sJINV4/s1600-h/exc+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUOLtO39nsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jEMz7sJINV4/s320/exc+595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279216797411548866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E greu sa treci peste clipe care au o foarte mare semnificatie pentru tine, dar in acelasi timp nici nu vrei sa le uiti. E greu sa te prefaci ca nu s-a intamplat nimic cand un sentiment te urmareste peste tot. E greu sa fii cine nu esti.&lt;br /&gt; Sunt cine sunt pentru ca vreau sa fiu, sunt cine sunt pentru ca asa m-ati facut voi. Sunt cine sunt pentru ca asa merit sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love you all. 8-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-2088459228092302657?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2088459228092302657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=2088459228092302657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2088459228092302657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2088459228092302657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-some-special-freinds.html' title='To some special friends ...'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUOLtO39nsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jEMz7sJINV4/s72-c/exc+595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-7827233304756509754</id><published>2008-12-12T18:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:18:20.437+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscow, here I come :))</title><content type='html'>Da da da:x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKY0JfR7SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c-UohoQFrjE/s1600-h/MoscowRussia1144141044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKY0JfR7SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c-UohoQFrjE/s400/MoscowRussia1144141044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278949734899379490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-7827233304756509754?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7827233304756509754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=7827233304756509754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7827233304756509754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7827233304756509754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/moscow-here-i-come.html' title='Moscow, here I come :))'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKY0JfR7SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c-UohoQFrjE/s72-c/MoscowRussia1144141044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-1299891833911349972</id><published>2008-12-12T17:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:24:19.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa stii…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKCF3exVvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jEvWlfeF9fw/s1600-h/super.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKCF3exVvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jEvWlfeF9fw/s200/super.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924750535612146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii ca lumea in care traim nu este locul perfect- bine, n-a zis nimeni ca exista perfectiune, dar unii se apropie.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu e ceea ce mi-am dorit, doresc sau imi voi dori vreodata. Lumea e rea, egoista, insensibila. Lumea nu se gandeste daca tie o sa-ti fie bine sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;Ei nu stiu cine esti si nici nu ii intereseaza. Ei se gandesc numai la ei, numai la persoana lor. &lt;br /&gt;Si tu.. tu ce faci? Suferi, plangi, iti faci griji- absolut degeaba. Invata sa nu mai pui suflet, sa fii si tu la fel de insensibila ca ei, sa-i faci sa-i doara si sa se gandeasca mai bine data viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;De ce asa? Pentru ca asta e viata. E un cerc care se roteste continuu. O roata care e in cadere libera pe o panta fara sfarsit. Un lant al slabiciunilor. E ceea ce tu nu vrei sa fie. &lt;br /&gt;Asta e tot ce trebuie sa stii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-1299891833911349972?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1299891833911349972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=1299891833911349972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1299891833911349972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1299891833911349972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sa-stii.html' title='Sa stii…'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKCF3exVvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jEvWlfeF9fw/s72-c/super.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-4398921816239494158</id><published>2008-07-08T12:54:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:18:31.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Groaznic. Ciudat. Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Niciun cuvant nu exprima cu adevarat ceea ce simt. Poate toate la un loc reusesc sa creeze intelesul starii "aceleia" de spirit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKArRyWT6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/EaaUtjOGML0/s1600-h/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKArRyWT6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/EaaUtjOGML0/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923194228952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat sa ai la dispozitie sute, mii, milioane de cuvinte, insa niciunul sa nu defineasca ceea ce tu ascunzi in spatele lui.&lt;br /&gt;Esti fericit-  zici: "Sunt fericit!". Dar acesta o fi oare cuvantul potrivit?&lt;br /&gt;Esti trist-zici: "Of, ce nasol ma simt!" Definesc aceste cuvinte exact ceea ce tu traiesti?&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca da, poate ca nu. Eu tot am impresia ca o stare de spirit nu poate fi demonstrata printr-un singur cuvant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci da- "Groaznic. Ciudat. Stupid." - cam asta e starea mea de spirit. Si totusi, cuvantul care imi domina momentan existenta este altul... total opus acestor 3. E simplu si chiar defineste ceea ce simt pentru ca are un inteles vast- "Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iarasi se bat cap in cap. Sunt "fericita" si "trista" in acelasi timp- mai mult "fericita".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-4398921816239494158?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4398921816239494158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=4398921816239494158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/4398921816239494158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/4398921816239494158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SUKArRyWT6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/EaaUtjOGML0/s72-c/IMG_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-1088143565839453700</id><published>2008-06-09T23:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:54:28.839+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa invatam sa pierdem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da. Haide. E simplu? Uhm... nu. Dar se poate; insa multa lume nu accepta asta. Multi nu stiu cum e sa pierzi, sau sa fii invins.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vreau sa v&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SE2YY-M5HjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n73enHZgwlY/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SE2YY-M5HjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n73enHZgwlY/s200/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209987898718887474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orbesc acum despre cum e sa pierzi, nu sa fii invins; despre cum sa pierzi in.. "dragoste", de exemplu. Sunt multe cazuri in care fete, sau baieti raman cu pata pusa atunci cand le place cineva, si nu stiu ce sa mai faca in legatura cu asta. Aici intervine expresia "Invata sa pierzi!". De ce? Pt. ca in viata nu ai parte numai de victorii, mai ai parte si de decaderi, si la capitolul "Iubire", pot spune, ca ai parte de destul de multe.&lt;br /&gt;Tocmai de aceea, va invit sa invatati sa pierdeti. O sa ziceti, "Bine, bine, tu ne dai sfaturi noua, asa pe nestiute?". Pai, mai, de ce as scrie daca nu as stii ce scriu? Normal ca stiu, ca doar am trecut si eu prin asta, si am invatat. Revin la zicala "Nu oi fi eu mare experimentata, insa stiu ce vorbesc."&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, lasati deoparte trecutul ne-glorios, si incercati sa obtineti ceva mai bun, care se afla poate chiar sub nasul vostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-1088143565839453700?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1088143565839453700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=1088143565839453700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1088143565839453700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1088143565839453700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/06/hai-sa-invatam-sa-pierdem.html' title='Hai sa invatam sa pierdem!'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SE2YY-M5HjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n73enHZgwlY/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-783941803743272622</id><published>2008-06-04T19:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:05:04.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends will be friends"</title><content type='html'>Da, da, da. Revin la topic-ul "Friends" ( pe care observ ca nu-l mai am pe blog :-?, nu stiu din ce motive). Aveam acolo o melodie de la Tenacious D - Friendship, care spunea "Friends will be friends/They say that friends are friends/To the bitter end." Ei bine, vezi sa nu ;). Si stiu ca si voi sunteti de acord cu asta :). Bine, nu stiu daca toti sunteti de acord, dar o mare parte da:-?.&lt;br /&gt;Saptamanile trecute eram si eu fericita ca, finally, totul merge bine, insa da, mi-am dat seama ca nu e chiar asa. Adica da, sunt fericita, dar iarasi incep sa realizez anumite lucruri care dor. Sunt momente in viata in care chiar daca nu te simti bine, poti sa le dezvalui si celorlalti acest sentiment, nu neaparat cu exemple si detalii, insa spune-le. Nu-i lasa sa-ti vorbeasca fara sa-i auzi sau fara sa le raspunzi. Un om cand are parte de astfel de raspunsuri, adica inexistente, crede ca e vina lui sau ca ceva te motiveaza sa nu vorbesti cu el, sau ca problema ta este legata de ce spune el. Nu-l lasa sa creada asta, pentru ca e naspa. Zi-i ca nu ai chef, ca esti suparat si ca eventual o sa-i explici mai tarziu; nu e cazul sa isi faca griji pt tine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucruri simple, pe care tot omul le poate urma, insa nu.. nu nu si iarasi nu. E o lume atat de indiferenta si egoista incat aceste lucruri simple devin complicate, fara sens, inutile. Mai bine taci si suferi si ii faci pe toti curiosi decat sa le zici ca ai ceva si nu e vina lor, evident.&lt;br /&gt;In fine... probleme probleme si iaaaar probleme. De ce? Pt ca ma gandesc mai mult la altii decat la mine. A, deci rezulta ca e vina mea, nu? Ei bine, poate este; dar totusi nu consider ca cer prea mult de la un "prieten".&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, guyz, nu va faceti griji pentru mine; viata mea e super. Nu am nevoie de explicatiile voastre;). [Right :-j]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. If you consider yourself a friend of mine, act like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love : Dee, Bloo, Stefan, Catix, Raresh, Gabitza and others &gt;:D&lt;:* ILY :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-783941803743272622?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/783941803743272622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=783941803743272622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/783941803743272622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/783941803743272622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='&quot;Friends will be friends&quot;'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-8823093538893770819</id><published>2008-06-03T23:06:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:52:43.295+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Totul sau nimic.</title><content type='html'>De ce unii vor totul sau nimic?&lt;br /&gt;De ce unii nu se multumesc cu cat au?&lt;br /&gt;De ce unii nu gandesc mai departe de realitate?&lt;br /&gt;De ce unii se rezuma la ce vad si aud si nu incearca sa exploreze?&lt;br /&gt;"De ce", "de ce", si iar "de ce".&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine.. pentru ca, pentru ca lumea e ciudaaata. Cat de ciudata? Destul de ciudata ca sa o inteleg/em pe deplin.&lt;br /&gt;Eu una ma rezum la ce stiu eu, la ce am trait, la ce mi s-a intamplat- si mi s-au intamplat destule. Nu oi fii eu mare experimentata in problemele vietii sau bla bla, insa stiu ce zic, caci asa traiesc. O maaare telenovela.. nu o sa va zic toata poveste pentru ca poate nu va intereseaza, sau pentru ca poate unii o stiu deja.. o sa va zic ce am invatat din asta.&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut "totul sau nimic".. am vrut prieten. Da.. la asta se refera la super-iubirea- aaaiurea. Eram asa de naiva, nu stiam nimic, m-am avantat- mareeee prostie. Acum sa nu va ganditi ca cine stie ce am facut; nimic- pur si simplu iar nu am ales ce trebuia .&lt;br /&gt;Deci.. e ca o lectie pentru toti si toate. Aveti grija ce alegeti ca ramaneti cu buza umflata.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog.. tipu' nu a inteles nimic din ce am vrut eu, a interpretat aiurea, si acum nu ne mai vorbim. Dar vezi Doamne, ce ranit era el. "Dios mio" :)).. ce am putut sa-i fac eu... m-am despartit de el pt. ca nu stia sa respecte cuvantul meu, pt. ca facea misto de o intamplare neplacuta din viata mea, pt. ca una zicea si alta facea, pt. ca nu stia cum sa se comporte cu o fata. Inimaginabil... . Realizati si voi ce am putut sa-i fac, da? Inca imi pare rau :-&lt;. [Mda.. ma scuzati. Putina ironie, in cazuri d'astea nu strica niciodata.] Ma rog.. De ce am ales ca titlu "Totul sau nimic" ? Pai.. pt ca vreau sa lansez (:&gt;) un sfat pt toaaata lumea. Incercati sa va multumiti cu ce aveti, incercati sa cunoasteti persoana cu care aveti de gand sa va cuplati inainte de a face acest pas, incercati sa nu va doriti totul sau nimic, pt ca nu o sa iasa. Orice ati alege, nu o sa va simtiti in regula- parerea mea, evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, aveti grija si nu ignorati acest post. Poate o sa va ajute candva. Stiti voi vorba aia cu "Sa invatam din greselile altora" sau ceva de genu.&lt;br /&gt;Love &gt;:D&lt;:*  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SEWqjaL2MJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ATuHJz8ElO8/s1600-h/Life008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SEWqjaL2MJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ATuHJz8ElO8/s200/Life008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207756069425000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Si eu am invatat din greseala mea, si acum imi este mult mai bine cu noul mod de gandire (si cu noul prieten :X ;)) ). I can say that I'm happy, very happy. I'm in love.. ce sa mai :). :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-8823093538893770819?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8823093538893770819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=8823093538893770819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/8823093538893770819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/8823093538893770819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/06/totul-sau-nimic.html' title='Totul sau nimic.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SEWqjaL2MJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ATuHJz8ElO8/s72-c/Life008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-9006349846087507427</id><published>2008-06-03T23:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:04:52.845+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-ule, nu te-am uitat :)</title><content type='html'>Hey oh;)).. stiu, stiu.. nu am mai scris de mult. Ei bine, now I'm back, cu subiecte noi &gt;:).. ca deh.. Time passes, people change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware&gt;:) [;))]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-9006349846087507427?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/9006349846087507427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=9006349846087507427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/9006349846087507427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/9006349846087507427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-ule-nu-te-am-uitat.html' title='Blog-ule, nu te-am uitat :)'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-2753236876708562969</id><published>2008-04-15T21:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:56:50.407+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi.</title><content type='html'>Azi a fost naspa. O zi nasoala din aproape toate punctele de vedere; vreme, scoala, personal life.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne ia naiba! De ce ne trebuie scoala? De ce trebuia ca mama sa apartina sistemului comunist si sa aibe inca idei "din alea"?&lt;br /&gt;Sa o ia naiba de vreme! De ce trebuie sa ploua? Sa fie noroi? Sa fie frig?&lt;br /&gt;Sa o ia naiba de viata personala! De ce imi trebuie mie atatea probleme? De ce sunt eu, eu?&lt;br /&gt;Gata.. deja m-am plictisit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce am azi... .Vreau sa fie maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Si daca maine o sa vreau sa fie iarasi azi... ? :-&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-2753236876708562969?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2753236876708562969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=2753236876708562969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2753236876708562969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2753236876708562969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/azi.html' title='Azi.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-5985258742949158626</id><published>2008-04-04T12:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:39:48.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Eh... o data cu venirea din Brasov au si inceput intrebarile de tot felul.&lt;br /&gt;   De ce ne-am intors?In Bucuresti e viata noastra 8-|.&lt;br /&gt;   De ce n-am stat mai mult?Banii sunt o problema.&lt;br /&gt;   De ce e mai frumos in Brasov?Pentru ca e o alt fel de viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Si tot asa... . Insa iar incep sa ma intreb de ce EU imi pun intrebarile astea.. si de ce mereu. Mi-am mai zis ca sunt diferita, mult mai diferita decat altii, mi-am mai zis ca am anumite pareri, bune sau rele... multe mi-am mai zis. Dar iar revin asupra "nelinistii" mele.&lt;br /&gt;Mi se intampla ceva ciudat, iar. Am impresia ca sunt de forma in viata asta; ca sunt folosita, inselata, tradata, luata peste picior, si altele. Poate nu e chiar asa... dar daca e?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ei si daca am prieten, sunt superioara altora? Uhm.. nu. Viata mea nu consta in a av&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_X21szhanI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VB48BzCgfiQ/s1600-h/brasov+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_X21szhanI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VB48BzCgfiQ/s200/brasov+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185321948407753330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ea prieten pentru a fi superioara altora. Momentan mie imi este absolut indiferent daca am prieten sau nu. Faptul ca am prieten nu-mi schimba nici gandirea, nici actiunile, nici prieteniile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ei si ce daca am note mari la scoala? Sunt constienta ca in momentul de fata trebuie sa ma gandesc si la viitorul meu si la ce o sa se intample cu mine dupa liceu.O sa fac o facultate, aici sau in strainatate( asta daca mai vine cineva cu mine...), o sa am o slujba, o sa am si o familie, o sa fiu mare... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ei si ce daca vizitez Europa? Atata timp cat ai mei imi dau bani, si atata timp cat chiar imi doresc sa vad ce-i " pe aici", prin lume, nu e nimic deosebit. Ma gandesc ca unii la 7-8 ani, au vazut mai multe decat mine in ultimii 2 ani, de cand am inceput sa ma plimb prin UE. Ma gandesc la altii, la diferite varste, nu se mai satura sa se "documenteze" in privinta acestui subiect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Ei si ce daca asa sunt eu? M-am obisnuit cu mine. Ma cunosc. Stiu ce vreau sa fac, stiu ce pot sa fac si stiu si cum sa fac(de cele mai multe ori). Stiu ce sa zic, cand sa zic; daca nu ma crezi, asta nu-i problema mea. Mie nu-mi place sa mint si sa amagesc asa fara sens. Cand are sens sa fac asta, o fac cu delicatete, fara sa jignesc sau mai stiu eu ce.Nu-mi sta in fire sa bat campii cand vorbesc cu o persoana, mai ales atunci cand persoana are nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Sunt cum sunt, si ma accepti asa cum m-am format, daca imi esti prieten. Nu putini ma cunosc, insa nu multi imi sunt prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-5985258742949158626?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5985258742949158626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=5985258742949158626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/5985258742949158626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/5985258742949158626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/again.html' title='Again ...'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_X21szhanI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VB48BzCgfiQ/s72-c/brasov+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-6017313598796536830</id><published>2008-04-04T11:51:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:20:02.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>[B][R][A][S][O][V]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_Xx48zhalI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cF4IYjElUNA/s1600-h/brasov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_Xx48zhalI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cF4IYjElUNA/s320/brasov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185316506684189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Da.. :-&lt;... Brasov este locul unde nu o sa ma plictisesc niciodata :). Chiar daca localnicii nu vad Brasovul asa cum il vedem noi, in acest oras ma simt.. ca acasa. Este la munte, are o istorie minunata si nu este Bucurestiul de care mi s-a acrit.  Daca aveti ocazia sa mergeti in Brasov nu o ratati. Credeti-ma... nu o sa regretati nicio secunda petrecuta acolo :x.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_XxUszhakI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uCkfPBmBOkQ/s1600-h/xxxxxxx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_XxUszhakI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uCkfPBmBOkQ/s200/xxxxxxx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185315883913931330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-6017313598796536830?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6017313598796536830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=6017313598796536830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6017313598796536830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6017313598796536830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/brasov.html' title='[B][R][A][S][O][V]'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R_Xx48zhalI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cF4IYjElUNA/s72-c/brasov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-8117092367413975516</id><published>2008-04-02T00:52:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:10:39.741+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dificil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa va iau cu x si y? Expirat. Sa va zic direct? Nici vorba.&lt;br /&gt;O sa fac iar un dialog intre mine si... mine:-? . Sunt ca Iona asa...vorbesc cu mine..meditez, va las sa ma cunoasteti.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa fiu o piatra. Piatra n-are sentimente. Nu poate sa aiba prieten sau dusman. Ea stie doar sa stea si sa fie calcata. E simplu: stai- esti calcat, stai- esti calcat. Si ciclul se repeta paaana ... esti sfaramata de un tir de 7 tone( sau cate o avea :-??).&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog.. mai pe scurt, daca esti piatra, nu ai probleme de genu: ce o sa se intample cu mine? Pentru ca o piatra doar sta.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..poate delirez.Dar ganditi-va. Cum ar fi sa stai toata viata fara sa faci nimic (vorba aia- "ca o stana de piatra")...?&lt;br /&gt;Eh..poate unii inteleg ce am vrut sa exprim prin aceasta comparatie, si poate chiar se afla in situatia mea; o situatie dificila ce-i drept.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mersi . :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-8117092367413975516?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8117092367413975516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=8117092367413975516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/8117092367413975516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/8117092367413975516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/dificil.html' title='Dificil.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-5714045515468108063</id><published>2008-03-17T18:55:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:22:21.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Discutii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zilele astea vorbeam cu fetele despre baieti si cu baietii despre fete. De ce? Pentru ca noi nu intelegem ce vor ei, si invers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Si da, continui sa zic ca nu-i inteleg, pentru ca nu-i inteleg. Nu e vorba numai de un sigur baiat. In viata unei fete nu e vorba numai de un singur baiat; sunt mai multi. Suntem inconjurate de baieti - frumosi, urati, rai, buni, cu suflet, fara. Asa o fi? Eu asta cred. Vorbsc prostii? Poate... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Si ma rog... vorbeam noi asa despre cat de greu este sa le faci pe plac fetelor. Este ;). Suntem pretentioaaaase: vrem ca totul sa fie bine; cerem prea mult /:) ? Uhm... :-? :-?...NU! Dar na...acum fiecare baiat percepe cum vrea si cum poate dorintele unei fete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dar fetele? Cum sunt? Sunt naspa? Sunt si ele ca na... .Mai greseste omu', mai omite, mai, mai, mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eh..eu continui sa sper la o viata buna. O sa fie si suisuri si coborasuri, dar cred ca o sa fie bine; si cu fetele si cu baietii si cu toata lumea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-5714045515468108063?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5714045515468108063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=5714045515468108063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/5714045515468108063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/5714045515468108063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/03/discutii.html' title='Discutii.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-2477097152879130949</id><published>2008-03-16T10:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:08:04.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ianuarie. Frumos. School sux(as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatzat un lucru.. invatza sa gandesti tu singur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai crede in ce spun altii. Invatza sa fii tu si sa te bazezi pe ce zici tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia cate putin din fiecare sfat dar nu il exploata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste. Ai grija pe cine. Ca e fata ca e baiat, chiar nu conteaza. Ai grija.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invatza. Invatza sa traiesti, sa iubesti, sa iertzi, sa urasti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar toate au o limita. Nu o depasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filozofeaza..asa cum fac eu. Te va ajuta candva. Pe mine ma ajuta.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traieste. Fiecare clipa iti poate aduce fericire, sau tristetze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocmai de aceea...invatza sa uiti. Uneori poate fi mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianuarie. Frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Stiu ca e din Ianuarie insa am mutat post-ul aici pentru ca incerc sa renunt la hi5 :-j. Enjoy :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-2477097152879130949?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2477097152879130949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=2477097152879130949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2477097152879130949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2477097152879130949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ianuarie.html' title=''/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-6097590483060855694</id><published>2008-03-04T20:58:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:32:21.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cine sunt eu?&lt;br /&gt;Ioana, si? Ce rost am eu? Nu am aflat. Poate o sa aflu; tind sa cred ca timpul le rezolva pe toate.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc? Urasc? Poate.&lt;br /&gt;Gresesc? Iert? Mereu.&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt asa? Cum am ajuns sa fiu cine sunt? Nu stiu. Dar stiu ca am avut mereu oameni langa mine care sa ma ajute si sa ma indrume in viata.&lt;br /&gt;Am 16 ani&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R87nKN4TBHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2j2EnHZhyfE/s1600-h/P1020881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174327184605774962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R87nKN4TBHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2j2EnHZhyfE/s200/P1020881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pfff... sunt mare? Si daca nu vreau sa fiu mare? Nu sunt. Traiesc cum vreau. Nu imi zice nimeni ce sa fac; si daca imi zice, poate nu iau in considerare.&lt;br /&gt;Omit? Normal. Oricine omite. De ce nu si eu?Pai sa vedem...sunt lucruri in viata care imi plac sau nu. Si atunci, daca nu imi place ceva, de ce sa nu omit?&lt;br /&gt;Si da, sunt dificila. Orice om e dificil daca nu il intelegi. Sunt inteleasa? Mai gandeste-te o data. Eu cred ca nu-s. De ce? Pentru ca nu ma asculti asa cum trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Am prieteni? DA. Cati? Multi. Valorosi? Unii. Cine? Se stiu, sau cel putin ar trebui sa se stie. Exemple? Diana, Danutza, Cristina, Stefan, Bloo, Tudor,Robbie, Bee(lista continua, dar presupun ca va stiti...) ajung? Da. Prieteni noi? Si da, si nu. Pe Stefan il stiu de cand eram copii. Restu', colegi. Sunt "indispensabili"? Ohoo ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R82git4TBGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ME4fQrSO_5g/s1600-h/P1020881.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I have a crush? Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do I care about what others say? Sometimes. De ce? Pentru ca poate au dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Nu mai am inspiratie. Asta ar trebui sa fie o analiza sub forma de quiz:-?...whatever it is...e descrierea mea, asa cum ma vad eu. E scrisa in modul in care imi place sa scriu de obicei, unii poate s-au prins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye, and thanks for reading my blog. &gt;:D&lt;:*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-6097590483060855694?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6097590483060855694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=6097590483060855694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6097590483060855694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6097590483060855694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu.html' title='Eu.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R87nKN4TBHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2j2EnHZhyfE/s72-c/P1020881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-7838608287795599561</id><published>2008-02-20T19:10:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:36:23.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Astenie de primavara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mda..de cateva zile am o stare melancolica. Ce sa spun...vine primavara si acesta este anotimpul care teoretic m-ar "readuce la viatza"...bullshit;).Pana acum asa era...adica ma simteam fresh and full of life..acum..nush..ma simt satula de ... .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What about my boyfriend? De ce? Pentru ca this is the question; unde e si ce face?Exista? Va aparea? Nush...Uhm...sa zic ca imi place de cineva? Zic... ca asta simt. Problema e ca nu stiu de cine :-j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xkDxVttLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mJcGY9mUlwM/s1600-h/melancolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xk8hVttMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nwbCANGD_SE/s1600-h/melancolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117463218861250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xk8hVttMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nwbCANGD_SE/s200/melancolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xkDxVttLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mJcGY9mUlwM/s1600-h/melancolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ar fi x dar ar fi si y. Si daca l-as alege pe x, ce s-ar intampla cu y? Dar invers? Nush..chiar nush..sunt confuza. Vorbesc ciudat, ma port ciudat... fac lucruri pe care nu le-am mai facut[azi e o zi memorabila pt mine..:))...am reusit sa fac roata:))], anyway.. sunt ciudata @-).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Privesc in gol, raman pe ganduri, uit sa raspund la intrebari, ma preocupa prea mult scoala... wtf?Iarasi..nu stiu. M-am schimbat? M-au schimbat ei? X si Y sunt de vina? Nu cred ... . Simt ca am nevoie de cineva ... un cineva numai al meu. E imposibil? Nu e... . Si daca nu e imposibil, atunci ce e de facut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pai stiu si asta..si daca stiu de ce nu fac? Pentru ca nu vreau..pentru ca nu am nevoie...si totusi am. As vrea sa fiu altfel. Chiar as vrea ... .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xj4RVttKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/20NT55EWncw/s1600-h/melancolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/239527291051448091-7838608287795599561?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7838608287795599561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=7838608287795599561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7838608287795599561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7838608287795599561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/02/astenie-de-primavara.html' title='Astenie de primavara.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xk8hVttMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nwbCANGD_SE/s72-c/melancolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-1967444434896434157</id><published>2007-09-04T14:35:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:19:36.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7U-3xVttEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_vCyyK-oKoI/s1600-h/collage76.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huh..de ceva vreme ma tot gandesc la trecut..la copilarie...la ce se intampla pe vremea asta acum un an sau..doi.A fost..n-o sa mai fie..PACAT.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi-e dor.Mi-e dor de tot ce a fost..de Termo,de Poligon, de certurile idioate care se produceau..de tot ce inseamna Aleea Ilioara nr.3. De cand m-am mutat aici, departe de civilizatie..adica de civilizatia pe care mi-o doresc(prieteni, vechi prieteni, scoala, etc.) parca..m-am desprins de tot ce inseamna fericirea noii zile.Adica, ma rog am fost prea poetica,ma refer la fiecare zi pe care o petreceam cu prietenii in fata blocului:ne jucam "fatza",fotbal,basket (in titanel, in dante), radeam, mancam seminte, ne distram cum numai noi stiam.Ce sa mai, ne simteam bine :-&lt;. Evident, nu o sa evit sa dau nume, pentru ca nu am de cine sau de ce sa ma ascund, insa numele mai tarziu..acum, faptele.Poate ca nu multi isi aduc aminte exact ce s-a intamplat acum 2-3 ani, insa eu imi aduc.Sa va povestesc?Va povestesc..imi face placere:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Era o zi frumoasa de vara, vacanta, soare.."super".Imi aduc aminte cum baietii si-au luat bere sau vin(nu mai stiu sigur) si s-au dus in poligon.Acolo au baut,s-au distrat..s-au facut muci:)).In fine..aflam noi, fetele, ce au facut dragii nostri baieti, si, ne ducem in poligon dupa ei.Acolo zaceau ei frumos: la soare,fericiti,ametiti:)).Noi, ne panicam, ei rad si vin la noi.Ne alearga, ne pupa, iar ne alerga..ma rog..copilarii.Ii scoatem noi cum ii scoatem din Poligon..ii aducem pe strada, unde evident toata lumea se uita la noi cum trageam de ei:)).Poate ca ei nu-si mai aduc aminte dar eu stiu sigur cuvintele unora..dar nu, nu o sa le spun aici:).Spun doar ca toti stateau in fund, in mijlocul strazii, si ne rugau ceva.Pana la urma, am reusit sa-i aducem la bloc, insa unuia dintre ei, i s-a facut rau.Am stat cu el, am vorbit, am avut grija sa-i fie bine.In final, baietii l-au dus acasa.N-o sa uit, chair n-o sa uit:).[Sper sa va identificati;;).]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunt amintiri care raman bine pastrate in adancul sufletului meu.Mereu am zis ca vreau sa fiu copil, si cand zic asta imi aduc aminte de tot felul de intamplari din trecut:)-intamplari frumoase, sau mai putin frumoase.Intamplari pe care o sa am grija sa nu le indepartez. Probabil va intrebati de ce am ales tocmai aceasta intamplare.Ei bine, pentru ca nu a fost singura de acest fel;)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Va spun un lucru tuturor celor care inca va mai ganditi la copilarie: Oriunde ai fi,oricat de departe nu uita ca ai fost copil odata.Nu uita ca ai avut primii prieteni, nu uita de acel Tu, din acea vreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you guyz, I really miss you :-&lt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefan,Gaby,Yonutz,Crina,Flory(especially).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andreea,Miky,Georgica,Paul,Petro,si toti ceilalti cu care mi-am petrecut copilaria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-1967444434896434157?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1967444434896434157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=1967444434896434157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1967444434896434157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/1967444434896434157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor...'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-3898601174593793499</id><published>2007-07-25T14:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:57:23.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness..or..less :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;De ce acest topic?Pentru ca vreau sa pun punctul pe I[in felul meu...]&lt;br /&gt;Happiness-a tough word.&lt;br /&gt;Exista sau nu exista fericirea?Ei bine, EU zic ca exista.&lt;br /&gt;De ce toata lumea spune ca e trista, ca viata il poarta pe meleaguri intunecate si tot felul de vorbe pesimiste.E adevarat ca in viata nu esti mereu fericit, dar de ce nu poti sa profiti de clipele acelea putine pe care le ai de fericire?Pentru ca te gandesti ca imediat ce ele se vor termina..vei reveni la normal.Si atunci?De ce nu putem noi, oamenii, sa transformam toate clipele vietii in momente fericite?Pentru ca de fiecare data se intampla ceva care ne demoralizeaza.&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa ne gandim altfel.Sa spunem ca toata lumea ar avea parte numai de suparaaari si de momente depresiiive si de tot felul de chestii negative.Ce s-ar intampla?Pai avand in vedere ca de obicei omul la suparare reactioneaza nasol(bea,bate,distruge) rezulta ca lumea nu ar mai exista.Sau daca am fi toti "EMO"-dar in sensul adevarat al cuvantului, nu doar look emo.Si mai rau;ar fi sange peste tot.Deci, inca o data, lumea n-ar mai exista.Pai si atunci ce rost ar mai fi avut crearea lumii. Evident nu o sa incep acum sa vorbesc despre cine, sau ce a creat lumea..ca nu-i de nasul meu acest subiect.Si, revenind.Lumea,dupa mine, a fost creata cu scopul de a fi fericita.Si uite unde s-a ajuns: street-fights, terrorism, wars.De ce?Pentru ca cineva candva a facut greseala mondiala..s-a gandit sa fie suparat, ca sa vada cum ar fi lumea altfel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum..probabil am delirat putin la faza cu "greseala mondiala",daar..ceva, cineva, candva a schimbat perceptia vietii.Si de aici au pornit toate conceptiile tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu zic: Hai sa fim cu totii fericiti si sa uitam de necazuri.E mai bine si mai sigur asa. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-3898601174593793499?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3898601174593793499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=3898601174593793499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/3898601174593793499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/3898601174593793499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/happinessorless.html' title='Happiness..or..less :)'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-7793915126552883471</id><published>2007-07-24T12:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:15:11.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taci din gura, ca te bat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqXGknQQ3sI/AAAAAAAAADk/jwBNHPhdyew/s1600-h/fighting-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090693286127001282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqXGknQQ3sI/AAAAAAAAADk/jwBNHPhdyew/s320/fighting-kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;O expresie ca asta e foarte des intalnita printre noi.De ce?Pentru ca asa suntem noi acum, in secolul asta;sau mai bine zis, o parte din noi.Adica o mare parte din populatie e "shukara","shmekera","tare".Si pentru ce?Pentru ca toata lumea vrea sa atraga atentia, insa unii nu au ales calea potrivita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;De multe ori cand vorbesti cu cineva "shukar" nu poti sa spui ceva inteligent, ca imediat se supara, se enerveaza mai degraba si iti arunca aceasta expresie.Si asta din cauza ca atunci cand esti "shmeker" trebuie sa jignesti persoana fara sa te mai gandesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;O prostie-parerea mea.De ce sa jignesti in loc sa spui si tu ceva inteligent care poate ii inchide gura, si se simte mai jignit decat daca l-ai ingura sau ameninta.Dar nu..asta nu mai e la moda!La moda e "sa-ti bagi si sa-ti scoti".Foarte tare, nu?Adica de ce sa te chinui sa te gandesti la o expresie de baraj, cand toate aceste expresii sunt la indemana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recunosc ca si cealalta parte mai scapa astfel de expresii, dar nu in situatia de fata.Si eu, cand ma enervez vorbesc "colorat", insa nu jignesc pe nimeni.In cel mai rau caz ma injur singura;ceea ce imi convine mai mult decat sa insult pe altcineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Inca un lucru: generatia care a ramas in urma noastra este cea care "are grija" sa fie totul asa cum trebuie;toti sa se jigneasca si sa se bata si sa faca o traditie din asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Si ce ma deranjeaza cel mai tare e ca atunci cand eram noi mai mici parca lucrurile erau altfel.Si acum stau si ma minunez cum un anume "X" dintr-o anume clasa a8a, ma ameninta pe mine ca ma bate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verdict:Lumea se duce de rapa! :-j [Bine, Romania.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-7793915126552883471?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7793915126552883471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=7793915126552883471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7793915126552883471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/7793915126552883471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/taci-din-gura-ca-te-bat.html' title='Taci din gura, ca te bat!'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqXGknQQ3sI/AAAAAAAAADk/jwBNHPhdyew/s72-c/fighting-kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-799710347022374560</id><published>2007-07-23T20:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:17:36.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilarie, unde esti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poate o sa vi se para stupid post-ul, dar eu cred ca cei care au o parere cat de cat formata despre trecut, prezent si viitor, ar merita sa-l citeasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aici e vorba de cum am fost, suntem-sau vrem sa fim si vom fi-sau am vrea sa fim.Totul se invarte in jurul unui cuvant..EU.De ce?Pentru ca ce se intampla depinde de noi, de fiecare dintre noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu vreau sa vorbesc acum despre copilarie.Copilaria, se spune, este cel mai frumos moment din viata.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;^["Copilăria. Singurul paradis pierdut." Valeriu Butulescu - Noroi aurifer.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Este cel mai frumos moment din viata pentru ca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqTvZnQQ3rI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5WKFJBhjRA/s1600-h/poze+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090456702148468402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqTvZnQQ3rI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5WKFJBhjRA/s200/poze+357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;nu te framanta nimic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;indiferent de ce faci, esti iertat [-Lasa-l ma, ca e copil!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;ai tot ce iti doresti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;faci orice ca sa iesi in evidenta, si nimeni nu te acuza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;ai numai prieteni, care si ei copii, nu stiu ce e aia tradare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;nu se crede nimeni mai presus ca tine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Si acum sa nu credeti ca am avut o copilarie nefericita, sau ratata, ci doar mi-e dor de copilarie, de clipele acelea de bucurie,de inocenta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;^["Copilărie. Perioadă a vieţii umane, intermediară între idioţia prunciei şi nebunia tinereţii - la doi paşi de păcatele maturităţii şi la trei de regretele bătrâneţii." Ambroce Bierce- Dicţionarul Diavolului.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In timp, dupa "idiotia prunciei", incepi sa vezi, sa-ti dai seama si de aspectele negative ale vietii, ale lumii i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;n care traiesti.Nu mai e totul roz, incepe sa capete si culori reci.Chiar daca totul e trecator in viata, se spune ca si la 80 de ani tot un copil esti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;["Copilăria este inima tuturor vârstelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;" Lucian Blaga]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. Serios?Nu.Pana acum nu am intalnit pe cineva invarsta care sa nu se planga de traiul pe care il duce, de necazurile pe care le are, de durerile de care sufera.Asa ca expresia, ramane doar o metafora, nu un adevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Si ca sa inchei, va mai spun un lucru: Nu uita ca esti copil!Profita de acest lucru si incearca sa duci pana la bun sfarsit misiunea.Fii copil pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqTu3HQQ3pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_qDNhPEsNjw/s1600-h/poze+357.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a la 80 de ani, si mai departe.Tu esti responsabil de prezent si viitor! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Copiii sunt mesajele vii pe care le trimitem unor vremuri ce nu le vom vedea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jhon W. Whitehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239527291051448091-799710347022374560?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/799710347022374560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=799710347022374560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/799710347022374560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/799710347022374560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/copilarie-unde-esti.html' title='Copilarie, unde esti?'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RqTvZnQQ3rI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5WKFJBhjRA/s72-c/poze+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-6029535430728910197</id><published>2007-06-28T10:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:15:47.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;What do you think about people?Do they exist, or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153); TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:courier new;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oamenii de fapt nu sunt oameni..nu am intalnit pana acum nici un om...un om adevarat iubeste..in toate sensurile verbului a iubi...de ce oamenii nu iubesc???pentru ca nu au invatzat, pt ca nu stiu ce e aia...ei iau iubirea ca pe ceva simplu..nuh..ea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RoNnJDNdNtI/AAAAAAAAABI/9R6U3R6_-nA/s1600-h/245768vla0rdxjms.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081018209782281938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RoNnJDNdNtI/AAAAAAAAABI/9R6U3R6_-nA/s400/245768vla0rdxjms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u e asa..iubirea e ceva delicat,care se dobandeste cu timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.dar nu..unii refuza sa creada ca asta e iubirea si il iau pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *te iubesc* in bratze ca si cum ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fi de unica folosintza...or smtg like this..! oricum..cine sunt eu ca sa vb despre iubire?nimeni..sunt altii mai importantzi shi mai intelepti ca mine..dar totushi..Iubeste si vei fi iubit! Ma rog..ideea e ca avem nevoie de oameni..de fiintze ratzionale cu care sa ne intzelegem...cu care sa fim egali...cu care sa interactzionam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153); TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:courier new;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Asta e parerea mea..va convine bine, nu va convine, mai ganditzi-va o data.&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/239527291051448091-6029535430728910197?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6029535430728910197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=6029535430728910197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6029535430728910197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/6029535430728910197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-you-think-about-peopledo-they.html' title='People.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RoNnJDNdNtI/AAAAAAAAABI/9R6U3R6_-nA/s72-c/245768vla0rdxjms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239527291051448091.post-2469628062733755194</id><published>2007-06-27T23:59:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:18:33.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;De fiecare data cand ma ui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;t pe cer, zaresc luna si stelele.Stiu, simt ca cineva(ceva, orice or fi ) ma priveste.Si imi iamginez cum ar fi daca as putea vorbi cu ele.Poate deja ma considerati nebuna, dar nu..stati un pic si va ganditi-daca luna sau stelele ar vorbi..lumea ar mai fi la fel?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu cred..eu cred ca daca ele ar putea vorbi, lumea ar fi intr-un razboi continuu: s-ar divulga toate secretele, tot ce nu trebuie stiut, si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; asta ar duce la dezastru.&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi, un singur lucru vad ca fiind benefic: ti-ar spune poate ce vrei sa auzi, ca exista cineva pe acest Pamant ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;re tine la tine, care nu o sa te uite &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xt_hVttQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naguNuftbmg/s1600-h/moonlight_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169127410363118850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xt_hVttQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naguNuftbmg/s200/moonlight_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;niciodata, care si-ar da viata pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/RoLWAzNdNsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wPAAouwHo_I/s1600-h/moonlight_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Si stiu, stiu ca vi se pare absurd, dar totusi..doar incercati sa visati la asa ceva..incercati sa priviti lumea cu alti ochi.Indiferent daca ceva rau vi s-a intamplat o data, sau poate de mai multe ori, sau chiar mereu.Daca voi vreti sa fie altfel, o sa fie..asta in caz ca va doriti cu adevarat (si sunteti constienti de consecinte).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altceva..nu stiu ce sa va mai zic..to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tul este sa indrazniti; poate ca pe moment vei simti o schimbare in sufletul tau, poate ca acest moment de visare iti va aduce beneficii pe viitor.Poate daca vei lasa deoparte prejudecatile si toate gandirile negative asupra unor lucruri, vei reusi sa schimbi ceva in viata ta sau a celor la care tii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it worked for me!And I apologise if I ever did or said something wrong to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/239527291051448091-2469628062733755194?l=sinortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2469628062733755194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=239527291051448091&amp;postID=2469628062733755194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2469628062733755194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239527291051448091/posts/default/2469628062733755194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/visare.html' title='Visare.'/><author><name>pumpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088609008289355747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/SkHo1_R_MJI/AAAAAAAAARk/CAoA6whlMus/S220/P1130662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3VdA89xZFw/R7xt_hVttQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/naguNuftbmg/s72-c/moonlight_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
