<?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-1876796599301041329</id><updated>2011-09-13T05:27:36.588-07:00</updated><category term='personale.'/><category term='think about'/><category term='lumea se duce de rapa'/><category term='diverse'/><category term='aparent utile'/><category term='for fun'/><category term='sport national'/><category term='i rule'/><title type='text'>indoors.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-250683966597497275</id><published>2011-07-31T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:40:01.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I'll be back someday</title><content type='html'>am revenit...mi-era dor de blog si de maine-poimaine am sa revin la bunul obicei de a posta.I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-250683966597497275?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/250683966597497275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-knew-ill-be-back-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/250683966597497275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/250683966597497275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-knew-ill-be-back-someday.html' title='I knew I&apos;ll be back someday'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3523939819369923109</id><published>2011-05-14T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:07:55.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Cosmetics Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Cool Cosmetics organizeaza un cool giveaway cu ocazia a 200 de followeri! Hurry up, astazi \este ultima zi in care va puteti inscrie, &lt;a href="http://cool-cosmetics.blogspot.com/2011/04/200-followers-giveaway-to-say-thanks.html"&gt;aici.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3523939819369923109?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3523939819369923109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2011/05/cool-cosmetics-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3523939819369923109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3523939819369923109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2011/05/cool-cosmetics-giveaway.html' title='Cool Cosmetics Giveaway!'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-9132033827482870063</id><published>2010-12-14T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:59:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self.</title><content type='html'>sometimes we let things get out of control just so we can victimise or just to find a solution to our imaginary problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our life is what we make of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-9132033827482870063?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/9132033827482870063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/12/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9132033827482870063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9132033827482870063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3047097621918332212</id><published>2010-12-14T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:57:28.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Varietate</title><content type='html'>imagine this : studiati ceva ce va place, poate chiar va pasioneaza(ex. o anumita facultate/obiect).renuntati la o intalnire cu iubitul, o iesire cu prietenii, o cina in familie, un somn prelungit sambata pentru acel ceva?oricat de mult v-ar placea acea activitate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oare nu avem nevoie de o pauza every once in a while, indiferent cat de placut este ceea ce facem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am fost contrazisa, fara argumente sau fara o deschidere (a mintii:)) suficienta pentru a auzi argumentele si opiniile mele) pe acest subiect.Dar oare nu tocmai inaccesibilitatea unui lucru il face mai pretios?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3047097621918332212?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3047097621918332212/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/12/varietate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3047097621918332212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3047097621918332212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/12/varietate.html' title='Varietate'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5943867400419962232</id><published>2010-07-24T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:20:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back</title><content type='html'>Sunt fericita.Absolut.Asta justifica si lipsa mea de pe aici, am fost ocupata sa ma fac fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai avut tentative de blogguit in preajma bacului, dupa de fapt, sa raspund si sa clarific unele chestii, generale de altfel, pe care oricum toata lumea le scrie/afirma, din categoria nedreptatilor si bla bla bla chestii cu care m-am cam obisnuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momentul asta am exact tot ceea ce imi doresc.Am luat bacul ok, am intrat unde mi-am dorit (UMF Iasi yeeey),contrar parerii publice (multumesc pe aceasta cale tuturor celor care m-au subestimat groaznic, dar mai ales celor care m-au sustinut, multi la care nu ma asteptam, in ambele cazuri:)) ai mei sunt fericiti si ei, prietenii idem si am o vara in fata sa fac absolut ce vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca noul inceput din acest punct de vedere le poate influenta si pe celelalte.Cum ar fi prietenii.Sunt convinsa si deja as putea anticipa relatiile din liceu care se vor mentine mult timp, cele care vor scartai dupa scurta vreme si cele care nu vor continua deloc.E o evolutie naturala sau schimbarea aroganta a valorilor si a 'statutului'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so if we get the big jobs and we make the big money...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5943867400419962232?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5943867400419962232/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5943867400419962232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5943867400419962232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3894685313691055104</id><published>2010-02-08T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:10:48.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XII</title><content type='html'>Anul terminal a avut o destul de mare influenta asupra perceperii lucrurilor, in general.La mine, ma refer.In 'ceasul al doisprezecelea' mi-am dat seama cine si cum este, real, nu aparent, asta pe cat posibil, evident.Mi-am schimbat conceptiile si ideile fixe cu unele mai...flexibile, si-am vazut ca e foarte adevarata chestia cu 'niciodata sa nu spui niciodata'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am schimbat parerile si datorita oamenilor?Normal, nu vad ce nu e firesc in asta.Procesul de a te schimba efectiv, in conceptii, gandire, mentalitate este clar influentat de evenimente, perioade, sentimente, piedici - care au in rolul principal &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;oamenii&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa reusesti sa le stii pe toate prea curand, de fiecare data apare altceva, altfel, altundeva, si tot ce poti face este - daca esti dispus - sa te mulezi dupa cum este mai bine pentru tine.Nu poti trai de unul singur, cu pareri si idei nerealiste sau fictive.Omul, fiinta sociala, remember?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa va astepte caini cu colaci in coada la facultate in x oras, unde nu stai cu parintii, ai bani limitati, spala-ti gateste-ti curata-ti singura, mai si invata la un examen doua trei, iesi in club, iesi la cafea cu pisi care te-a agatat acum o saptamana in club, destrabalare totala si distractii peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e ca in campusurile americane, uned nu stii daca sa te duci in stanga sau in dreapta la petrecerile nocturne organizate de studenti tipul "fun now, study later".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get real.&lt;br /&gt;Alte idei de genul asta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3894685313691055104?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3894685313691055104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/02/xii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3894685313691055104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3894685313691055104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2010/02/xii.html' title='XII'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3272591959048897660</id><published>2009-12-19T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:21:07.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for the record, we used to be friends some time ago III / I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe...</title><content type='html'>La fel cum fiecare plus cu minus dupa se anuleaza, si totul ramane asa cum era inainte.Si la fel cum de cele mai multe ori vin de la oamenii de la care nu te astepti, pentru care nefericirea lor este atat de mare incat trebuie sa cuprinda si fericirea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Iarta-i.Chiar daca nu-si dau seama ca au gresit, chiar daca nu-si cer scuze, chiar daca se distreaza cat tu stai si-ti faci ganduri.Sunt ai tai dintr-un motiv pe care acum poate nu-l vezi, si obisnuiesc sa-ti faca bine.Cu exceptii.&lt;br /&gt;Si-oricat de greu ar fi, incearca sa uiti...incet, incet.&lt;br /&gt;Toate lucrurile si evenimentele isi au rostul pe lumea asta.Stii doar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3272591959048897660?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3272591959048897660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-for-record-we-used-to-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3272591959048897660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3272591959048897660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-for-record-we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='just for the record, we used to be friends some time ago III / I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe...'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7044472992127721767</id><published>2009-10-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:30:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind...again.[Guest post by Gorgos]</title><content type='html'>Probabil multi dintre voi ati vazut macar o data sex&amp;the city,sau macar ati auzit despre ce e vorba:o gagica obsedata&lt;br /&gt;de papuci cat mai inalti scrie despre relatiile ei. Intr’un final de episod sau la sfarsitul filmului,nu tin minte exact(stiu,stiu) zice ca sunt mai multe tipuri de relatii: relatiile care te duc spre ceva nou,cele care ti se par familiare, si relatia pe care o ai cu tine insuti/insati. Ok,si multe altele,stiu. Dar as vrea sa mai adaug una: relatiile pe care incerci sa&lt;br /&gt;le faci sa mearga, dar care la un momentdat devin obositoare si pur si simplu va simtiti usurati ca s-a terminat.&lt;br /&gt;    Astea din urma is cele mai grele. Sa ajungi sa vrei sa fii cu o persoana,dupa multe alte incercari si vezi ca nu iese neam nimic,&lt;br /&gt;va zic sincer si din proprie experienta iesiti din ele cat mai repede posibil. Imediat cand va dati seama ca se intampla o treaba dubioasa ca asta, faceti tot posibilu sa o temrinati pana cand nu ajungeti sa va doriti practic sa va f.uta creierii. Ca de,macar esti cu persoana respectiva pe care credeai ca inca o mai iubesti si poate, poate ceva s’o schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;    Ca sa va fac mai usoara toata treaba,o sa va zic stadiile acestor tip de relatii:&lt;br /&gt;  1.prima despartire-a dracu de dureroasa.dar baiatul/fata(b/f) o facut ceva nashpa&lt;br /&gt;  2.impacarea 1-inca il mai iubesti,no fost asa magar/magarita totusi si mai vrei sa fii o data cu persoana respectiva&lt;br /&gt;  3.idem 1&lt;br /&gt;  4.idem 2&lt;br /&gt;  5.anii trec,ai trecut si tu prin multe relatii esuate din diferite motive, cel principal fiind faptul ca vezi draga doamne inca mai iubesti persoana respectiva&lt;br /&gt;  6.petreci mult timp cu persoana respectiva.va impacati&lt;br /&gt;  7.tu esti paranoia, nu ai incredere, va suparati, va certati nasol tare si il/o rogi frumos sa nu te mai caute. Ever. Si sa-ti dea si jucaria de plus inapoi. Animalu' ala pe care ai dat ultimii tai bani. Jeg de om&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, cam asta e treaba, dar poate sa difere de la persoana la persoana&lt;br /&gt;p.s.Aviz baietilor care o sa cititi aceste vorbe:nu spuneti ca voua nu vi se poate intampla asa ceva. Poate chiar vi s-a intamplat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7044472992127721767?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7044472992127721767/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-changed-my-mindagainguest-post-by.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7044472992127721767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7044472992127721767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-changed-my-mindagainguest-post-by.html' title='I changed my mind...again.[Guest post by Gorgos]'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4658142710348967781</id><published>2009-10-05T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:19:44.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nu-mi mai propun sa revin la o postare la 1/2 zile.Imi merge bine, tocmai de aia nu cred ca mai am frustrari sau idei pesimiste pline de verva si 'entuziasm' de exprimat aici.Nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu era asta locul unde ma descarcam, dar pur si simplu ma ocup de altele mai mult si de unele mai putin acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi insa 'gazduiesc' un prim guest post, si anume de la Gorgos.Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4658142710348967781?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4658142710348967781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-mi-mai-propun-sa-revin-la-o-postare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4658142710348967781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4658142710348967781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-mi-mai-propun-sa-revin-la-o-postare.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5826359724016452390</id><published>2009-09-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:02:37.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>stiu foarte bine cine si cum sunt.La fel si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prietenii mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, prietenii mei care nu ma vor judeca, care nu ma vor face cu ou si otet, care nu vor pleca urechea la ce spune lumea.Care vor fi acolo si cand nu ma rog de ei sa fie atenti la mine, care-mi vor da 2 palme cand considera ca nu-s ok, in loc sa arunce cu noroi degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;Iar ce spun oamenii...chiar e mai important decat cum stiu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ca sunt?&lt;br /&gt;Si mai stiu exact oamenii care vor ramane acolo, indiferent de ce s-ar intampla.Si ca am pus prea mult suflet si m-am consumat prea mult cand poate nu era cazul de atata cantitate, si prea putin acolo unde as fi putut face asta fara urme de regrete.Imi pare rau ca uneori, s-a ajuns la ce s-a ajuns, dar inainte de a face o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;analiza&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ar fi bine sa adaugi si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;auto-&lt;/span&gt; inainte si sa vezi ce-ti iese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5826359724016452390?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5826359724016452390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5826359724016452390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5826359724016452390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6415313175513376048</id><published>2009-09-10T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:41:35.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so far from where we've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;poate stii ca uneori as vrea sa stiu si ce crezi tu, si cum ai vedea situatia asta sau pe cealalta.mi-e dor sa radem despre aia si cealalta, sau chiar fara motiv, sa punem la cale planuri pe care oricum nu le aplicam niciodata, sa ne gandim cum sa-i mai convingem pe ai mei sa ma lase acolo si dincolo, sa povestim despre 'tipul ala cu care am mai iesit' sau despre 'eh nu stiu ce sa fac cu el...".&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca am ajuns aici...ca am ajuns sa ma cenzurez pentru ca...stii si tu ca asa era cel mai bine.Ca am ajuns sa ne intrebam ce-ai mai facut si cum iti mai este...Imi pare rau ca niciuna n-a stiut cum era mai bine sa dezvoltam asta.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy for you if you can be happy for me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i know we're cool.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici nu mai conteaza.nu se merita oricum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6415313175513376048?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6415313175513376048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-far-from-where-weve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6415313175513376048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6415313175513376048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-far-from-where-weve-been.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;so far from where we&apos;ve been&lt;/strike&gt;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4634355233036741141</id><published>2009-08-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:39:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summerish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Spw1Frae1nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ngiXIw5z5R8/s1600-h/s_sunset23.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/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Spw1Frae1nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ngiXIw5z5R8/s320/s_sunset23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376230426842945138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4634355233036741141?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4634355233036741141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/summerish.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4634355233036741141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4634355233036741141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/summerish.html' title='summerish'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Spw1Frae1nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ngiXIw5z5R8/s72-c/s_sunset23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8757981271109176446</id><published>2009-08-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:02:05.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani...nu azi, te rog.[treeeei:x]</title><content type='html'>Ma intitulez Lira-Maria.Ma rog, tata cica n-a vrut cu '-', dar n-am ce face.Adica ar fi un soi de Ana-Maria, dar in general mi se zice Lira.Si da, asa scrie in buletin, card si viitorul [8-&gt;] permis de conducere.Si vine de la &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liră_(instrument)"&gt;instrumentul muzical antic&lt;/a&gt;, nu de la moneda s.a.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum nu asta vreau sa subliniez.Ma cheama si Maria, dupa Buni.De cand ma stiu [vreau sa] mi se spune[a] traditionalul "La multi ani de onomastica" pe Opt Septembrie, nu pe Cinsprezece August.N-am murit in principiu, nu trebuie sa fiu pomenita.Pentru ca azi e Adormirea Maicii Domnului Maria, nu Nasterea Maicii Domnului (care, again, e pe 8.09).Nunu, azi nu ar trebui sa primesc smsuri si telefoane de "La multi ani Marieeee".Nu ca as fi nerecunoscatoare, multumesc pe calea asta.Da' va rog eu frumos, la multi ani-uiti in general pe opt, nu azi.Senq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa asta, azi m-am indragostit.Fara legatura cu relatia.Doar atat&lt;a href="http://www.catei-de-vanzare.ro/pozePui/99d41e6e342dc605c6f8fbaae79e0c61.jpg"&gt;:brac german&lt;/a&gt;.Si mi-as fi cumparat unul daca n-as fi avut doua feline nu tocmai prietenoase acasa, care nu se inteleg intre ele, ca semi-rude care este, d'apoi cu un adorabil cutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-e relativ...lehamite sa fiu sofer.Sofer aka atunci cand o sa am masina mea  pe care sa o conduc mai des decat as/voi conduce masina alor mei.Prioritatea de taxi, aia de smecher si aia de cine-ti-a-dat-permisul ma ingrozesc.Nu tu semnalizare, nu tu acordare de prioritate ( si nu vorbesc de aia de dreapta, indicatoare gen cedeaza trecerea sau stop parca-s ascunse prin copaci mereu pentru unii), calcat linii continue, taiat calea, banda a 3 a face dreapta fara semnzalizare-fara prioritate-fara niciun fel de jena, se claxoneaza la ultimele 8 secunde ale semaforului - ce *@!%&amp;#@% sa fac daca e ROSU?! - camionagii claxonatori gen 'blonda blonda'.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca mi-s mai inceata si mai zgarcita cu viteza, rabdare:"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8Mz_kyRlWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8Mz_kyRlWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8757981271109176446?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8757981271109176446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-multi-aninu-azi-te-rog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8757981271109176446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8757981271109176446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-multi-aninu-azi-te-rog.html' title='La multi ani...nu azi, te rog.[treeeei:x]'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4901497498318342964</id><published>2009-08-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:23:31.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HBhny</title><content type='html'>n-ar avea rost sa scriu aici tot ce am spus sau poate doar am exprimat intr-un fel sau altul,iar uneori nici n-am cuvinte ca sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;descriu&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this beautiful mess.Se simte doar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la multi ani.&lt;br /&gt;noua august, zece fara zece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4901497498318342964?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4901497498318342964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hbhny.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4901497498318342964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4901497498318342964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hbhny.html' title='HBhny'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7332444199937073219</id><published>2009-07-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:09:40.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai cascat, te-ai limitat</title><content type='html'>prettywindul se duce spre zari mai mult sau mai putin indepartate [a se citi munte] pentru o mai mult sau mai putin binemeritata mini-vacanta mega-relaxanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un filmulet descoperit ieri, vreau musai sa-l impartasesc, pentru perioada in care nici nu vreau sa am contact cu laptopuri desktopuri wireless si alte alea.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFZjGTm4lOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFZjGTm4lOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7332444199937073219?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7332444199937073219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ai-cascat-te-ai-limitat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7332444199937073219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7332444199937073219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ai-cascat-te-ai-limitat.html' title='Ai cascat, te-ai limitat'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6228750679123688286</id><published>2009-07-24T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:29:29.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for the record, we used to be friends some time ago II</title><content type='html'>si asta nu insemna doar ca ma sunai cand erai suparat/a sau fericit/a cu vreun motiv, sau ca schimbam doua vorbe de doua ori pe saptamana, de complezenta.De conservare a legaturii.Amandoi stim ca lucrurile n-au mai fost cum trebuiau sa fie de verile trecute, si oricum, nu se putea.Oamenii cresc, se schimba, nu se mai uita la ziua aceea;fiecare oricum isi doreste mai bine pentru el.&lt;br /&gt;Si niciunul nu vrem sa recunoastem ca nu mai e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;asa&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ca acum aparent ne definesc alte lucruri, alte locuri, alti oameni, alta gandire.altceva.&lt;br /&gt;180 de grade, fiecare crede ca altceva e mai important, fiecare creste in felul propriu, asculta, vorbeste, simte.Nu mai stim de reguli, de consimtamant si de acordul celuilalt, pentru ca asta oricum era nesanatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so far from where we've been&lt;br /&gt;i know we're cool'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in alta ordine de idei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2YiRMQGVlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2YiRMQGVlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the lights are on outside / wish there was somewhere to hide nanana \:D/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6228750679123688286?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6228750679123688286/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-record-we-used-to-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6228750679123688286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6228750679123688286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-record-we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='just for the record, we used to be friends some time ago II'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-301119360468958731</id><published>2009-07-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:15:43.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn[ing] to breathe</title><content type='html'>ma incearca de ceva vreme o stare de asta de lene acuta si stat degeaba si facut nimic si accese aiurea, ca acum.[si abia astept sa plec luni.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJUtQYYLSPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJUtQYYLSPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-301119360468958731?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/301119360468958731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/301119360468958731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/301119360468958731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-breathe.html' title='learn[ing] to breathe'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4564039639056206833</id><published>2009-07-17T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:11:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aminteste-ti</title><content type='html'>sa-ti faci in fiecare zi cate o amintire.Din orice, dintr-o atingere sau o vorba, dintr-o poza sau o privire, doua cuvinte sau o raza de soare.&lt;br /&gt;begin living, you might miss doing it some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDJYxxB9xk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDJYxxB9xk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4564039639056206833?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4564039639056206833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/aminteste-ti_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4564039639056206833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4564039639056206833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/aminteste-ti_17.html' title='Aminteste-ti'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8659535488954566873</id><published>2009-07-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:54:57.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand words</title><content type='html'>can't really explain &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to give the best of me, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you don't deserve any less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[i've drafted this post several times and changed my mind about it.&lt;br /&gt;as simple as it gets]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, reflections of a skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V08Mt35MSis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V08Mt35MSis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8659535488954566873?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8659535488954566873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8659535488954566873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8659535488954566873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousand-words.html' title='a thousand words'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-9030963835033392888</id><published>2009-07-15T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:45:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt; mi se dovedesc cunostintele si abilitatile sub minim in ale tehnologiei.Mi s-au sters atat 'persoanele care ma urmaresc', cat si blogrollul.O sa incerc sa-l recompun pe acesta din urma din ce imi amintesc, daca uit pe cineva sau daca doriti un soi de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;link-exchange&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; nu trebuie decat sa va exprimati dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Bliacs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit : se pare ca si blogspotul imi face mofturi acum.Imi doresc ca pana diseara macar sa pot reface blogrollul.&lt;br /&gt;double bliacs.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-9030963835033392888?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/9030963835033392888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9030963835033392888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9030963835033392888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4717835295567759330</id><published>2009-06-21T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:46:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albastru "merge" cu verde</title><content type='html'>Asa ca data viitoare cand il/o masori din cap pana-n picioare, din cuvant pana-n fapt, gandeste-te ca poate n-a avut azi chef sa-si aranjeze parul, poate n-a avut timp, poate asta si asa o/il face fericit/a.&lt;br /&gt;Daca asta considera persoana ca e bine pentru ea, de cand poti tu sa o judeci, mai ales cand nu-i stii situatia?De ce vrei tu sa tai intentii si dorinte, manifestari si principii?De ce crezi ca esti mai bun decat ai putea fi vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minute pauza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[regret inactivitatea de pe blog din ultima luna si jumatate, sfarsitul de an scolar, scoala de soferi si alte detalii m-au obosit peste masura ca sa mai pot scrie ce-as fi vrut.I'll be back:))]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4717835295567759330?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4717835295567759330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/06/albastru-merge-cu-verde.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4717835295567759330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4717835295567759330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/06/albastru-merge-cu-verde.html' title='Albastru &quot;merge&quot; cu verde'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3112382017401773633</id><published>2009-06-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:21:50.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si nu</title><content type='html'>Nu vreau sa par nici altfel, nici altfel pentru ca nu sunt altfel, asta luand in considerare ultimul post, care vad ca a starnit reactii si reactii, pareri si pareri.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma cred nici mai buna, nici din alta categorie neaparat, in niciun caz mai cu moţ decat cei "altfel", si intentia-mi nu e de a baga oamenii in cutii cu etichete.Asta e ceea ce cred, ramane la latitudinea voastra daca vreti sa cititi sau nu, daca va place sau nu.La fel si exprimatul parerii, care ma bucura, indiferent daca aceasta e negativa sau pozitiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3112382017401773633?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3112382017401773633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-nu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3112382017401773633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3112382017401773633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-nu.html' title='Si nu'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5836102967329406799</id><published>2009-05-26T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:15:48.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-antitrend</title><content type='html'>Toti suntem originali si unici in idei, concepte de viata [cate concepte stabile si sanatoase de viata poti avea la &lt;20 ani], atitudini si perspective, fapte si reactii.Unul si unul, normal.&lt;br /&gt;E clar ca nu dansezi pe populara la party [pentru ca oricat de &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la moda&lt;/em&gt; era "show" acum 2-3 ani, acum e rasuflat si not cool], e clar ca uneori o arzi la opera si teatru in camasa si trei-sferturi, ca ai crescut si asa ai auzit ca-i frumos [dar nu, nu e frumos sa stai 2-3 ore acolo daca nu-ti place, daca nu stii de ce esti tu acolo si daca stai toata piesa si comentezi degeaba].Si-ti arati si eticheta si impresionezi gagicile cand "conduci beat e asa cool".&lt;br /&gt;Am doua...cunostinte de sex masculin care afirma cu atata profunzime si claritate in ganduri si trairi interioare ca ei sunt &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;altfel&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; decat restul baietilor 'care e porci', si ca ei nu vor nici asa-cu-asa, nici nimic de genul, ei pun suflet si numai suflet si sunt profunzi si te rascolesc in sinea ta cu vorbe care te ating in cele mai launtrice cotloane ale sufletului si te fac sa-ti pui intrebari existentiale si rascolitoare ale eului tau.&lt;br /&gt;Cu siguranta.Nu, nu e atitudinea cauzata de mari frustrari, ei sunt asa dastepti de cand au plecat din maternitate(acum nu zic ca exista pe bune si tipi altfel, dar ma refer strict la cazurile wannabe).Alea antitrend uai.Cu un buchet de flori nu se face primavara, si gagicile n-o sa cada la picioarele voastre doar cu gesturi facute pentru ca 'asa se cade', atat timp cat nu exista si un nucleu la asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si  dictionarul e usor de folosit, cuvintele si gramatica de legat, un pic mai dificil.Da' tre sa impresionezi.Sa fii antitrend.Sa fii tu altceva, penibil evident.Tocmai pentru ca nu-i natural si te chinui.Sa bagi ironii nereusite si replici gen 'ah ce ti-am dat-o'.Nuu, 'ah ce ti-am inchis gura cu vorba asta extrem de inteligenta pe care am gandit-o patru zile in sir si acum am reusit sa o exprim cat de cat'.&lt;br /&gt;Ca  elevii aia care se cred cei mai buni la un anumit obiect, si cand iau printre cele mai mici note “de fapt eu voiam sa exprim in alt fel si de aia nu mi-a punctat, am vrut sa demonstrez ca gandesc oricum altfel”.Altfel altfel, si sunt de acord cu originalitatea, da’ pune-ti ‘frate’ o punga de hartie maro in cap sa vezi daca esti original.:&gt;Doua gauri pentru ochi pls, niciuna pentru gura ca nu vrea nimeni sa auda debitarile-ti oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Si inainte sa fiu intrebata, nu, nu ma cred nici originala nici nu sunt antitrend.Mai degraba anti-antitrend, dupa cum sugereaza si titlul (sugereaza, cuvant nou, stocheaza in memorie te rog).&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles ca aceste cunostinte sunt la curent cu ultimele barfe, ultimul ‘stii ca x s-a cuplat cu y’, ultimul ‘ah esti cu z?uai ce naspa vezi ca asa si asa’. Bineinteles ca seara inainte de culcare trag un zambet intr-un colt si eventual o palma la fundul propriu, felicitandu-se pentru cat de ‘haiduci smecheri’ au fost ei azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam nasol.Vieti de vanzare, oferta speciala, cumperi de 300 platesti de 150.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5836102967329406799?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5836102967329406799/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/anti-antitrend.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5836102967329406799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5836102967329406799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/anti-antitrend.html' title='Anti-antitrend'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7953834178369015378</id><published>2009-05-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:05:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha-hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>rolling on the floor laughing.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7953834178369015378?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7953834178369015378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-hahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7953834178369015378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7953834178369015378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-hahahahaha.html' title='Hahaha-hahahahaha'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7200133960494934564</id><published>2009-05-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:01:36.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De fapt</title><content type='html'>mai nou ma plictisesc discutiile &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;prea&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; profunde si filosofice, ideile de viata rigide si stricte, lista care "trebuie" bifata, "must have"urile persoanelor, chestii care se vor a fi profunde si nu sunt in fond, altceva decat niste demonstratii ieftine de 'cat de destept sunt eu'.Pe bune, mi se acreste de orice fel de dezbatere in care fiecare mananca rahat despre asa cu asa, cum e bine si nu sa fii, ce si cum, ca si cum la varsta asta avem toti asa o experienta de viata si o intelepciune debordanta, incat stim ce vrem si cum sa obtinem, stim cum trebuie sa fim si ce trebuie sa facem, stim cum sa argumentam si sa ne dam mari.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata prefer shoturile de vodka si spontaneitatea, chiar exagerata uneori, decat rutinei de "azi fac aia, asta, si ailalta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carpe diem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJm9E4gtuiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJm9E4gtuiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7200133960494934564?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7200133960494934564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-fapt.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7200133960494934564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7200133960494934564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-fapt.html' title='De fapt'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2758781009830037974</id><published>2009-05-04T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:07:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20/100</title><content type='html'>Pentru a 100a postare.Si pentru &lt;a href="http://imprastiat.wordpress.com/"&gt;aia care schimba prefixul azi&lt;/a&gt; si care sunt acolo cand ai nevoie sa vorbesti, sa te descarci, sa (te) intelegi, sau doar sa bei o cafea in vreo dimineata somnoroasa, care te asculta si incearca macar sa te sfatuiasca fara sa-ti zica macar ca i-ai mai intrbeat de o mie de ori si ca esti stresanta, fara sa dea ochii peste cap si sa te contrazica(prea mult:)).&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday diud&gt;:d&lt;&lt;div 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20/100'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8813500899192127969</id><published>2009-04-28T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:24:03.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica, fata buna si cuminte!</title><content type='html'>[sper sa nu se supere &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com"&gt;hAndra&lt;/a&gt; ca postez intamplarea suferita de ea, inaintea ei]&lt;br /&gt;Locatie:Stud, pentru cei din Iasi care stiu bodeguta intunecoasa si neutra din fundatie.Eram trei, &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com"&gt;domnisoara&lt;/a&gt; pleaca pana la baie si ne spune ce sa-i comandam.Se comanda o cioco si doua sucuri "un pepsi cu gheata si o mirinda".Mirinda vrea si ea gheata, proprietara cere sictiritei-care-ne-a-servit-si-care-acum-flirta-cu-barmanul-caruia-i-ar-fi-stat-bine-cu-toti-dintii-in-gura un pahar cu gheata.Nimic anormal.&lt;br /&gt;I se aduce, intr-adevar, un pahar cu gheata.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plin&lt;/span&gt; cu gheata, adica a luat o tavita d'aia de cuburi si-a trantit-o in pahar, sa-i ajunga.In sictir.Adica &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'nu conte'&lt;/span&gt; ca din banii clientului are ea bani de cercei stil covrig si adidasi aurii, a indraznit s-o deranjeze din flirtul cu emporio armani ala.&lt;br /&gt;Ca orice client normal[sau nu, dupa cum aveam sa aflam mai apoi], fata ii da indicatia cum ca ar trebui mai putina gheata in pahar, ca n-are nici unde-si turna sucul.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vero&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; il ia nervoasa daramand tot in calea ei, "uai vezi poate-ti aduce un cub" si se intoarce iute ca sageata cu...un pahar cu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;un cub&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de gheata.&lt;br /&gt;Stai ca n-am inteles.Eu, client, vin in bodega ta intunecoasa si friguroasa, platesc ce consum de 3 ori&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; mai mult&lt;/span&gt; decat valoreaza, deci in pretul asta intra si salariul tau din care sa-ti iei tanga roz cu jvarovschi, si tu-mi zici mie ca nu-s normala si vii in sictir cand iti cer gheata?&lt;br /&gt;Am slava Domnului destui prieteni care au lucrat ca barmani/chelneri etc, si oricum nu-s pe principiul&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; 'tu faci ce vreau eu'&lt;/span&gt;, da' din momentul in care te-am rugat frumos si respectuos sa-mi aduci ceva, si ceva-ul ala nu-s nici solzi de brontozaur si nici cocktail cu diamante, tu-mi aduci fara sictir si fara mofturi, figuri si insulte, fara ochi dati peste cap si coate impinse din "lipsa de spatiu".&lt;br /&gt;Draga Veronica, ia aminteste-ti de perioadele frumoase la muls de bovine[nu ca ar fi rusinos, dar asta exprima fata ei], de statul noaptea langa poarta cu pitipoancele rurale de servici si vorbitu' despre armasarii satului, de alte alea prin capite de fan si campuri intinse.Ce cauti tu mama la asflat, cu servitu'?N-ai oare mai degraba...altfel de aptitudini?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit : am fost din intamplare si azi in localul vietii, iar Vero s-a comportat exemplar de data asta, gheata cat trebuie, "cu placere"...Nu de alta, da' am aflat ca era sefu' pe acolo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8813500899192127969?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8813500899192127969/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-671585146801730030</id><published>2009-04-27T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:49:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dai carte, au parte!"</title><content type='html'>Simplu - proiect umanitar, ce are in vedere infiintarea unei bibilioteci la scoala din comuna Scanteia, satul Borosesti.Donatii in carti, concertul trupei Descantec in Sage Cafe, de sambata trecuta.Campanii in liceele Iasiului.Proiect organizat de Interact Iasi 2000.&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca n-as fi facut parte din acest club, tot as fi fost bucuroasa ca cineva &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ia initiativa&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; si nu doar critica ce se intampla aici si pe dincolo.Atmosfera, aglomeratie, voie buna, ajutor pentru cei cu mai putine posibilitati, buna dispozitie.Zambete, versuri si note muzicale.&lt;br /&gt;Se multumeste participantilor si donatorilor de obiecte din biblioteca personala, iar pentru doritori, cartile se pot dona in continuare, pana la data de 2 mai, in Sage Cafe(ca alternativa, parte din elevii Iasiului pot face asta in liceele proprii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nevoie doar de dorinta de a schimba, sau macar de a incerca o schimbare, si de o carte daruita cu zambetul pe buze.Sau fara, asta ca bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-671585146801730030?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/671585146801730030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/dai-carte-au-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/671585146801730030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/671585146801730030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/dai-carte-au-parte.html' title='&quot;Dai carte, au parte!&quot;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6490100980072273925</id><published>2009-04-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:01:03.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come here</title><content type='html'>Imi plac mainile oamenilor.Sunt printre primele aspecte pe care le observ de obicei (dar nu stau sa ma uit dinadins dupa asta) la o persoana, asa cum unii au fixatii cu ochii/fundul/alte parti ale corpului.La &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gagici&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sa fie nu foarte masive, fine si delicate.La Ei, sa aiba &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ceva-ul&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ala de mana de tip, alura aia de "i can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;le any situation", fara sa fie totusi prea bruta sau groteasca.Delicata si puternica in acelasi timp.Nici nu se pune problema, la ambele categorii unghiile ingrijite si curate sunt esentiale - si nu-mi plac unghiile exagerat de lungi si cu prea multe modele modelase straluciu si paietele la tipe.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi plac mainile unor fumatoare si mainile unor soferi - unii oameni pur si simplu nu arata bine sofand sau fumand, la fel cum unii tipi arata genial in costum, altii arata...deghizat.:))&lt;br /&gt;  Nu-mi plac sclifositele al caror mic dejun, pranz si cina deopotriva sunt alcatuite dintr-o cafea tare si o frunza de salata verde.In multe grupuri exista Gica contra la propunerea "haideti sa mancam in X loc" sau "haideti sa ne indopam cu chimicale la fast food", cu replica "da eu nu poooot ca ma ingras doo kileee".Aia care bea apa plata si la ziua ei si nu mananca niciodata nici un gram de zahar pentru ca altfel i se darama sistemul de valori si lumea - din temelii.Stati acasa, izolati-va cu tot cu bobul de mazare si salata langa.Pe bune, inteleg ca vrei sa arati bine, da' poti sa faci sport si alte alea ca sa te mentii (sunt foarte buna in teorie, practica ma omoara, dar macar eu nu flamanzesc).Si chiar daca flamanzesti, macar nu strica cheful oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu-mi plac oamenii care vor cu tot dinadinsul sa fie altfel, si tocmai in incercarea demonstrarii originalitatii intra in cea mai crunta banalitate.Si nici oamenii care vor sa para destepti printr-un limbaj pretentios, folosit prost si neinteles nici chiar de ei.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu-mi place nici cand ma repet si ma fixez pe aceeasi idee, si-mi plac zilele de leneveala duminiceasca, ca azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vwf5iRBbilM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vwf5iRBbilM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2434486325501624521</id><published>2009-04-18T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:25:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca de Paste</title><content type='html'>*insert fragment in care fac urari de sanatate, fericire, chestii tipice pentru sarbatoarea Pastelui si absolut tot ce va doriti*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2434486325501624521?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2434486325501624521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/ca-de-paste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2434486325501624521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2434486325501624521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/ca-de-paste.html' title='Ca de Paste'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4273285137390779029</id><published>2009-04-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:21:28.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfanta Curatenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Sej0WXzP9VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGdAXWKQvkk/s1600-h/bunnies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Sej0WXzP9VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGdAXWKQvkk/s320/bunnies.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325775224548881746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu uai, nu pot sa ies ca fac curat azi" "Dnd cleanin'" "Afara, bat covoare" - e clar, vine ori Craciunul, ori Pastele.Ce alt prilej mai bun de a freca geamuri, bate covoare mai mari decat tine, manca cat incape si facut cumparaturi cat mai multe exista?Nu pe bune, e sarbatoare deci mergem si dam doua salarii pe multa mancare, mult vin si whisky, multi iepuri, multi cozonaci si tooot ce incape.Pe principiul "da luam si asta ca-i destul de ieftina, om gasi noi ce sa facem cu ea", omul isi elibereaza frustrari din perioada in care, cum am auzit de la &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ăi mai mari&lt;/span&gt;, mai totul era limitat si se gasea greu.Si prost.&lt;br /&gt;Aiurea, copiii mei cred ca ma vor intreba cum coboara iepurasul pe horn sau cum vine prin piscina si lasa cadoaie in papucii de plaja.&lt;br /&gt;Deja ma enerveaza chiar si atitudinea anti-cosumerism (pe care, evident, o afisez si eu) si chestiile astea pe care ajungem sa le constatam an de an si sarbatoare de sarbatoare, greata de mancare si de orice pe care o am, si agitatia din orase/biserici/supermaketuri/tot ce se poate - dar despre asta intr-un post viitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o poza simpatica, gasita intamplator&lt;a href="http://ceimbracazi.ro"&gt; aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit : e uimitor cum fiecare sarbatoare de gen imi accentueaza ideea ca plecatul in alte parti dupa clasa a 12a este un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;must&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Tocmai am avut asa  o mini-revelatie, si aparent asta-i chestia cea mai sanatoasa de facut.Pacat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4273285137390779029?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4273285137390779029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/sfanta-curatenie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4273285137390779029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4273285137390779029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/sfanta-curatenie.html' title='Sfanta Curatenie'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/Sej0WXzP9VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NGdAXWKQvkk/s72-c/bunnies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5633257213427865990</id><published>2009-04-14T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:03:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual de utilizare</title><content type='html'>Pentru cand iti afisezi textilele, hartiile si metalele care&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; te defines&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;c, tocmai ca sa le definesti si sa le porti tu pe ele, nu ele pe tine.Util, un mini-manual obligatoriu, in magazine si pe etichete, o coloana de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asa nu&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, una de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asa da&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Ma gandesc, poate ar avea impact pe o eticheta smechera, poate l-ar pune pe Gigel putin pe ganduri daca isi cumpara obiectul ca sa se sparga in figuri in fata lui Pisi prin bemveul care alearga cu 150 pe Copou, sau ca vrea el calitate da calitate si model da model.&lt;br /&gt;Nicio ameliorare prea curand a curentului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5633257213427865990?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5633257213427865990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/manual-de-utilizare_14.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5633257213427865990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5633257213427865990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/manual-de-utilizare_14.html' title='Manual de utilizare'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6334243877125083132</id><published>2009-04-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:56:43.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when I look into your eyes, and I find that I'll be fine</title><content type='html'>Normal ca ar fi tare dubios sa stii ce si cum o sa fie totul, fara pic de imprevizibil, fara "oare cum o sa fie?" fara "vai nu ma asteptam".Si cand te astepti la ce-i aiurea, e un facut ca de fiecare data se intampla...?!&lt;br /&gt;"Azi e ziua ta si te-am sunat sa-ti spun la multi ani...si chiar daca si tu o sa ma suni de ziua mea, dar asta nu-i...mai nimic, cand suni oamenii de ziua lor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forward pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6334243877125083132?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6334243877125083132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-look-into-your-eyes-and-i-find.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6334243877125083132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6334243877125083132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-look-into-your-eyes-and-i-find.html' title='when I look into your eyes, and I find that I&apos;ll be fine'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7007741169602505460</id><published>2009-04-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:43:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about where you're at, not where you've been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkfjLSPdtPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkfjLSPdtPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepest lesson spring gives:it comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream you lungs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7007741169602505460?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7007741169602505460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-where-youre-at-not-where.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7007741169602505460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7007741169602505460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-where-youre-at-not-where.html' title='it&apos;s about where you&apos;re at, not where you&apos;ve been.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5661295909092959799</id><published>2009-04-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:46:05.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa majora:&gt;</title><content type='html'>Da, nu mai primisem o leapsa "din tinerete", iar &lt;a href="http://carrie-emma.blogspot.com"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; s-a gandit la asta.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Care e singurul lucru pe care nu ai vrea să-l schimbi niciodată la tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilitatea-mi de a complica lucrurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Primul film care îţi vine în minte acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legaturi bolnavicioase, pentru ca am vorbit destul azi despre el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ce ai desenat ultima oară (pe hartie, nu în paint)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pisica dubioasa, dar adorabila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. De câte ori ai spus “te urăsc” până acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi amintesc sa fi spus in serios vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cu ce personaj din literatură te identifici?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate cu Adela(G.Ibraileanu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cât de bine te înţelegi cu tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obositor si complicat de bine.Tocmai de aia ma si auto-enervez destul de des.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Daca ar fi sa scrii o carte… ce titlu ar avea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurnalul Intelepciunii.Teorie inaplicabila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Descrie în trei cuvinte o persoană pe care încă nu ai cunoscut-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitata, indecisa si colorata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Continuă propozitia: Azi, încă adormita, m-am trezit visând la ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara trecuta si cea care va urma, nisip, mare, somn si relaxare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com"&gt;hAndra &lt;/a&gt;si la "cine mai doreste cine mai pofteste".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5661295909092959799?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5661295909092959799/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa-majora.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5661295909092959799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5661295909092959799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa-majora.html' title='Leapsa majora:&gt;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6408818058349431801</id><published>2009-04-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:48:29.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha?</title><content type='html'>Omul e o fiinta sociala.Nu pe bune, oricat de ridicat ar fi gradul de miserupism afisat si oricata durere in anumite locuri ascunse ar afisa o persoana, tot ii pasa la un moment dat si de parerea celorlalti si de cum arata X si de ce zice lumea in general.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si aia care afirmati ca voua chiar nu va pasa, ca va hraniti cu dragoste si ca nu va intereseaza nimic decat sufletul, tot va impopotonati si va vopsiti si va "vai cum sa ies asa din casa tu nu vezi cum arat?".Ca o faceti intr-un stil in care lookul final este unul de "m-am trezit dimineata si am deschis dulapul lui frate-miu, nu m-am pieptanat ca ma grabeam[si cat am iubit genul de frizura, si cat nu mi-a iesit niciodata:))]dar eu sunt uber-cool oricum, tocmai pt ca nu-mi pasa.Si pe bune, chiar lookul de "nu-mi pasa" consuma cel mai mult timp.Atitudinea aia cu clipit des de gene si mutra sictirita,aia care vine ori dintr-o dorinta de a parea altfel, ori dintr-o frustrare de a nu-ti arata defectele(intre noi fie vorba, nici nu le maschezi daca sictiresti, asa ca alta varianta poate ar fi mai buna:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles ca si voua va pasa, dar e in trend sa fii anti- ceva, iar oamenii absolut deloc superficiali nu cred ca exista.:D Nu zic ca nu ar fi bun refuzul de a actiona dupa cum se asteapta/cum ar vrea lumea, dar nu mi se pare ca miserupismul excesiv arata ca esti &lt;strong&gt;altfel&lt;/strong&gt;.Dimpotriva, &lt;strong&gt;la fel &lt;/strong&gt;cu toata lumea care vrea sa fie &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;altfel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - suna a dezechilibru in balanta "cam superficial" - "profunzime de tipul nivelul marii".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur, toti avem curajul sa criticam si sa analizam actiunile/atitudinile/faptele/sentimentele celorlalti, mai ales cand "nu-mi place","nu mi se pare normal", se traduc in "cum poate sa faca ce vrea el/ea si nu ce vrea restul?" - tocmai pentru ca putini &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;facem&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ce vrem cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia mai gandeste-te odata, chiar&lt;em&gt; Nu iti pasa&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6408818058349431801?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6408818058349431801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6408818058349431801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6408818058349431801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha.html' title='ha?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8997095876882256582</id><published>2009-04-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:18:46.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real life things - 'bliacs'</title><content type='html'>ma irita chestiile astea legate de luarea de decizii, hotarat, analizat, ales intre mai multe optiuni, gandit 'oare asta-i bine?' 'da' n-o sa-mi para rau mai tarziu?', cantarit parti bune si parti aiurea&lt;br /&gt;u know, growing-up-life-whatever issues.&lt;br /&gt;bliacs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8997095876882256582?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8997095876882256582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-life-things-bliacs.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8997095876882256582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8997095876882256582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-life-things-bliacs.html' title='Real life things - &apos;bliacs&apos;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6319435080833296134</id><published>2009-04-02T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:03:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ce(-ti) sugerezi?</title><content type='html'>Autosugestii.Te-ai gandit vreodata ca poti sa modelezi, la fel cum faceai candva cu plastilina, orice situatie si circumstanta, bucati de sentimente de inceput si sfarsit, simpatii sau antipatii.Ca tu te gandesti ca de fapt gandesti si percepi intr-un fel, cum iti place sau nu.Ca-ti autoinduci stari, intrebari si trairi care, brut, n-ar mai exista, ca "iti faci ganduri" si ca vrei sa se intample asa si pe dincolo.Vrei sa corespunzi calendarului de &lt;em&gt;Azi e 2 aprilie si trebuie sa zic/fac/gandesc asta.&lt;/em&gt;, sa fii ok cu toata lumea, sa te placa toti si sa te vezi intr-un fel?&lt;br /&gt;Iti sugerezi ca esti ok sau nu, ca "poate e asa" sau in alt fel, dar tu-ti faci de fapt problemele si rezolvarile de unul singur, vezi ce nu este si nu vezi ce-i in fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;There no's easy way out in real life/  never lookin' down i'm just ignoring what's in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6319435080833296134?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6319435080833296134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu-ce-ti-sugerezi.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6319435080833296134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6319435080833296134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu-ce-ti-sugerezi.html' title='Tu ce(-ti) sugerezi?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3996427201033437156</id><published>2009-03-29T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:49:32.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To date or not to date?</title><content type='html'>In tineretile-mi pline de idei de cai albi, feti frumosi si alte alea, cand cu toate eram *hm, nu gasesc termenul* fascinate de ideea unei relatii stabile serioase ca-n filme cu "they lived happily ever after", aveam tendinta sa cred(em) ca "baietii e neseriosi" si ca lor le este de fapt frica lene lehamite sa se implice in chestii mai complexe.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, am ajuns sa observ, la varsta mea de acum [si da, sunt foarte multumita de majorat si de cum a iesit afterall:D], ca, spre deosebire de cand aveam 15 luni de martie la activ, acum rolurile s-au cam schimbat.Adica everybody seems to settle down, toata lumea o da in profunzime de la prima cafea bauta impreuna, in "melodia noastra" de la primul acordeon auzit intr-o zi friguroasa cand o conduci acasa pentru ca deh, asa e frumos [desi ar fi comod sa-ti lasi masina un pic mai incolo si gata:)].&lt;br /&gt;Multi au senzatia ca "ai inceput sa tii la mine?" "eu vreau sa pun suflet" sunt asa niste chestii care ar arata, de fapt, maturitatea sentimentala, dorinta de ceva stabil si serios, compromisuri s.a. si nu nevoia de a respecta un tipar de tipul &lt;em&gt;Cum sa ai o relatie in 10 pasi simpli&lt;/em&gt;(desi ma mir cum de nu exista inca o carte din asta, si-asa e in trend sa scrii carti despre orice).&lt;br /&gt;Si cu siguranta te scoli intr-o dimineata cu soare, privesti pe geam si zici "azi incep sa tin la Gigel" / "azi o sa pun suflet in relatia ce ma uneste de Maricica, in loc de piper in friptura".&lt;br /&gt;Nu pe bune, de ce nu este lumea mai &lt;strong&gt;chill&lt;/strong&gt;?Si da, eu am observat ca mai mult tipii o dau in sentimente profunde din prima luna si-n gelozii si control excesiv, dar e doar o parere personala(si cunosc totusi o gramada de tipe paranoia pana la ultimul fir de par).&lt;br /&gt;Dating system, ca tot am purtat o discutie pe tema asta ieri.Genial, ok pentru ambele parti, no strings attached de la inceput, nu tu "oare sa o sarut la a 2 a sau a 3 a intalnire?" nu tu "da' eu cat mai stau sa astept sa ne combinam?mai astept X timp si imi bag picioarele", nu tu "vai de ce nu m-a sunat?" si nu tu discutii penibile pentru amandoi de genul "stii eu de fapt nu prea vreau asa o relatie, prea brusc inceputa".Cum facea mama acum douaj de ani, spre exemplu.Era o chestie asa de going out and having fun together, "m-am simtit foarte bine mai iesim", "ce mai faci cum a fost ziua ta/ce s-a intamplat la X eveniment", o chestie de "hai sa ne cunoastem mai bine ca sa nu-mi dau seama dupa aia ca de fapt tu nu esti ce vreau eu", o chestie de "ah in seara asta ies cu alta tipa Y pt ca mi se pare interesanta si vreau sa vad ce-i cu ea".De ce se grabeste lumea sa se complice in ultimul hal, din primele 4 intalniri gata ii cunosti deja si prietenii, jumatate de familie, animalul de casa si tot istoricul de vanatai din copilarie, dar tu nu te simti comod pe bune cu persoana respectiva, tocmai pentru ca toate informatiile astea ti-au fost indesate pe gat asa cum se indoapa curcile?:&gt;[hehe amintiri din copilarie:))]&lt;br /&gt;Da, de aia va si certati, de aia "iuby nu ma mai iubeste, suntem de 6 luni impreuna da' parca nu e cel Care l-am cunoscut la inceput".Ca nu te-ai obosit sa-ti pastrezi hormonii si zambetele tampe acasa la inceput, macar o perioada.De aia, ca nu-l cunosti pe bune, si ca asta e el de fapt.:&gt;Si nu zic aici ca intr-un dating thing poti sa cunosti persoana vezi doamne, dar tot vezi cu cine ai de-a face si tot iti dai seama de mai multe lucruri cu cat iesi mai mult asa, just having fun:))).&lt;br /&gt;Call me insensibila, "Lira-tu-n-ai-fost-indragostita-niciodata-nu-stii-cum-e", frustrata si ce mai vreti voi, dar nu inteleg de ce o chestie atat de ok, din punctul meu de vedere, este vazuta aiurea de 80% din populatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up at 8!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:postul nu reprezinta niciun sablon si nicio schema pe care o utilizez eu.&lt;div 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date?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8076689590451553581</id><published>2009-03-24T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:54:12.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optsprezece</title><content type='html'>cand bat din palme sau cand clipesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipic, dar spune multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc celor fara de care ziua asta n-ar mai fi fost ataat de "geniala":x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nXeYMxtwQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8076689590451553581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/optsprezece.html' title='Optsprezece'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3454296794357122272</id><published>2009-03-23T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:03:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai putem adauga decat o linie...apoi,</title><content type='html'>Din fericire, dupa 3-4 zile internet-less, I'm back.Back din punct de vedere tehnologic, pentru ca, mai ales azi, nu-mi trec prin minte decat dileme si ganduri existentiale legate de &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pampararampampaaaaam&lt;/span&gt; azi, ultima mea zi de minora, si maine, prima in care raspund legal.:-s&lt;br /&gt;Grr fiecare 24 martie e mai aproape de momentul in care chiar n-o sa mai pot spune "pentru ca asa vreau eu", si o sa trec (oare?) la chestii serioase...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[meanwhile, mi-a trecut starea.Am plecat sa cumpar bomboane pentru colegi, o stare si niste ganduri bune pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cya at 18.:-s]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3454296794357122272?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3454296794357122272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-mai-putem-adauga-decat-o-linieapoi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3454296794357122272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3454296794357122272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-mai-putem-adauga-decat-o-linieapoi.html' title='Nu mai putem adauga decat o linie...apoi,'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5259782997095345246</id><published>2009-03-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:45:16.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auzi, mă laşi pe mine in faţă?</title><content type='html'>Cu riscul de a ma repeta chiar si cand zic ca ma repet, nu pot, pur si simplu nu poot sa tac cand vad proasta crestere crasa, nesimtire curata si obraz extra-gros.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa sase ore de "studiu intens" in institutia de invatamant la care activez, m-a sunat mama sa cumpar un nimic pentru casa.Ma indrept spre cel mai apropiat hipermarket, aleg detergentul, mai iau ceva dulciuri si ma indrept spre casa.Buun vad o casa libera, si o doamna (vorba vine doamna:&gt;) care se aseaza la cea de langa casa unde ma pregateam sa ma asez.In momentul in care ajung asezata la casa (doar ca nu eram stilul "sufla-n ceafa", stiti voi, oameni din aia care tin sa te gadile pe gat cu respiratia:&gt;, habar n-ai pana te trezesti cu asa ceva ce senzatii tari poti avea intr-un magazin) nehotarata Tanti mai mai sa-mi dea una isi baga caruciorul in fata mea la casa."Azi n-am chef sa ma iau cu pisi din astea".Am soptit un bravo la un volum suficient cat sa poata fi auzit si m-am mutat.Tanti, la vreo 38-40 de ani, nu schiteaza nici macar un "Nesimtito imi zici mie bravo?", d-apoi sa se simta mai agricultoare (in sensul rau al cuvantului) asa.&lt;br /&gt;La casa alaturata, alta surpriza:&gt;.Dupa mine se aseaza o alta Tantea, tot la vreo 38 de ani, cu nu-stiu-ce ciocolata extra scumpa si paine-nuj-de-care si mai multe produse &lt;em&gt;da fitze&lt;/em&gt; (adica pe care persoana cu 15 milioane pe luna si 3 copii acasa nu si le-ar permite, presupun).In timp ce imi cautam bani ficsi in portofel, coada avanseaza si eu nu ma mut 20 de centimetri mai incolo."Haaai"(nu am pretentii exagerate, la cei aproape 18 ani ai mei, sa mi se vorbeasca neaparat cu pronumele de politete, desi asa consider ca e normal si asa vorbesc si eu cu cei peste 14-15 ani *caci la un copil ar da in ridicol* , da' daca Pisi isi permite, de ce nu?).Ii explic "Doamna,(!) o sa ajungem cu totii la casa la un moment dat:&gt;".Tace.Dupa ceva vreme, cu cel mai intens sictir intalnit in ultimele doua saptamani "Auuuuzi da'nu ma lasi pe mine in fata?ca ma grabesc...".Poftim?Stai asa, pof-tim?"Nu sunteti singura care se grabeste, pe langa faptul ca aveti mai multe produse ca mine.Ce-ati spune sa las toata coada inaintea mea?:&gt;".Bun, platesc, imi iau restul si in timp ce il pun in portofel normal ca imi mai zice o data doamna Pisi "haaai", mai bombanit ce-i drep.(relativ uimitor, ma asteptam la o remarca din aia ce se vrea a fi taioasa, gandita 5 minute si plina de venin si ironie prost exprimata).&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, 5 minute mai tarziu intru intr-o farmacie si cer niste antiinflamatoare, farmacista foarte draguta si amabila ma intreaba daca nu vreau si ceva pentru stomac, in caz de ma irita.Platesc, iau restul, multumesc la revedere.Rastorn o crema de pe un stand, ma aplec sa o iau, farmacista e mai rapida si o ridica ea, "Scuze" "Nu-i nicio problema, o zi buna".&lt;br /&gt;Ce &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naspa:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa fii femeie la 4 decenii la activ si sa fii nesimtita &lt;strong&gt;ca co&lt;/strong&gt;calaru' din merţ care &lt;em&gt;stuchieşti sămânţî&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa crezi ca daca ai cu 2 decenii in plus mai mult si-ti cumperi nu-stiu-ce ca ai &lt;em&gt;parale &lt;/em&gt;poti fi nesimtita (dimpotriva)&lt;br /&gt;-sa crezi ca daca ai toate "calitatile" de mai sus poti sa iei o persoana de sus&lt;br /&gt;-sa adresezi intrebarea "Ma lasi pe mine in fata ca ma grabesc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prost sa fii, maaare noroc sa ai.(Doamna Pisi, daca cititi articolul asta, v-am lasat oricum in fata la capitolul proasta crestere, tupeu si nesimtire:&gt;.Cu placere.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5259782997095345246?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5259782997095345246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/auzi-ma-lasi-pe-mine-in-fata.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5259782997095345246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5259782997095345246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/auzi-ma-lasi-pe-mine-in-fata.html' title='Auzi, mă laşi pe mine in faţă?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-936848800730060067</id><published>2009-03-14T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:47:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparatul dvs functioneaza in parametri normali</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Folosind butonul on/off, puteti beneficia de viata dumneavoastra la cel mai inalt standard european.Apasand un singur buton al telecomenzii, societatea poate regla atat temperatura cat si nivelul de confort, pentru a crea cele mai bune conditii pentru o framantare de ganduri si o stare permanenta de nemultumire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La cerere, aducem orice extraoptiune (presiune sociala, rigori clasa "asa-e-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-sa-faci", functia "hai ba ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toata lumea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; face asta, de ce esti fraier?") precum si ultimul tip de sistem ("fa pe plac tuturor daca vrei sa fii placut").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca apar defectiuni tehnice, in cazul constatarii aparitiei acestora din fabrica, defectiunea va fi remediata si persoana restituita in conditii optime de degradare morala, beneficiind si de influente negative, prin intermediul mass-media, "ce-e-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" si nu in ultimul rand, "ce-zic-toti-ca-i-bine".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca insa problema se datoreaza unei stapaniri de sine si/sau unei independente morale, reparatia va consta in marginalizarea individului, pana la punctul in care se va intreba de ce nu este si el &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;normal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;si va incerca sa  se conformeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preturi reduse, fara costuri ascunse - firma noastra are o deosebita relatie cu clientii, astfel incat incearca satisfacerea tuturor nevoilor de intrebari existentiale, nemultumiri prelungite si propozitii descurajatoare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe durata garantiei si nu numai, asiguram consumabilele necesare 'aparatului' : metode de convingere ascunsa a unor necesitati ireale, accentuarea ideii ca 'doar banii si sexul conteaza', precum si descurajarea oricaror idei ce ar contravine celor doua de mai sus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La expirarea perioadei de garantie, firma noastra va ofera posibilitatea inedita de a prelungi contractul cu 3 pana la plus infinit ani, timp in care va oferim atat pachetul intreg de consumabile, cat si service-ul complet, pe toata aceasta perioada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asiguram proiectare pentru caracterul dumneavoastra, astfel incat sa beneficiati de o manevrare adecvata si eficienta.Relatii la telefon 0700 000 000, director comercial dl. Influenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-936848800730060067?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/936848800730060067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/aparatul-dvs-functioneaza-in-parametri.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/936848800730060067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/936848800730060067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/aparatul-dvs-functioneaza-in-parametri.html' title='Aparatul dvs functioneaza in parametri normali'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4712139760219546465</id><published>2009-03-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:34:25.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;De departe cuvintele cheie ale zilei de Duminica, 8 martie 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum, atmosfera din oras, cupluri si fete cu flori si flori si floori in mana si voia buna care plutea in aer m-au mai scos din starea de semi-astenie de primavara care ma incerca de ceva vreme incoace(cine stie...cunoaste:)).Si gesturile dragute din partea persoanelor la care ma asteptam mai mult sau mai putin, dupa caz, au avut si ele o contributie &lt;em&gt;foarte&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great day afterall:-?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4712139760219546465?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4712139760219546465/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/flori-fete-si-baieti.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4712139760219546465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4712139760219546465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/flori-fete-si-baieti.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3614708842479081172</id><published>2009-03-07T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:32:28.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up isn't so much fun afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;17.noiembrie.2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good news! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*engleza de mica:))*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mada m-a invitat la ziua ei! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nu ca nu am fi fost si nu suntem prietene ft bune, total neasteptat*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Intai nu si-o sarbatorea, dar s-a razgandit. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*problema existentiala* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Logic ca o sa ma duc!Vin urmatorii:Eu, Ramona, Alina, Daniel, George, Radu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chiar, Simona a venit atunci la mine si a fost Super Cool!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*social activities*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ancuta m-a sunat chiar cand era Simo la mine, dar de atunci nu a mai dat nici un semn, ma intreb oare ce s-o fi intamplat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mi-am luat cartela noua pentru telefonul mobil!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*achizitii importante*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apropo, sambata m-am trezit cu o raceala, asa ca ma duc sa mananc si sa iau paracetamol.:(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*da, atunci ma incapatanam sa ma duc la scoala, si nu imi placea sa stau acasa cand eram bolnava.Vremuri de mult apuse.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bye!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cat de tare.Nu, nu ma gandeam la ce facultate dau, chestiile care ma puneau pe ganduri erau daca tipul care mi-a zambit pe hol ma place sau nu, imi doream nespus sa fiu printre tipele cunoscute prin scoala si sa nu mai port ochelari (aveam un real complex pe tema asta).Imi petreceam timpul iesind pe langa blocul meu si plimbandu-ma, dar in mare parte faceam teme si invatam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acum, fac optispe ani peste doua saptamani si putin, si mi-as dori din tot sufletul sa inlocuiesc deciziile pe care o sa fiu nevoita sa le iau cu dilemele de atunci.Nu stiu ce-o sa fie maine, cum o sa fiu peste zece ani, daca o sa-mi treaca vreodata nehotararea si o revin la o forma mai...rudimentara, nu asa complicata cum sunt acum.Nu mai e cu siguranta asa amuzant pe cat credeam ca o sa fie in anul 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Si pentru ca astazi este ziua ei si implineste mirifica varsta  a majoratului, 18 ani, un la multi ani bloggeresc &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andrei&lt;/a&gt;, sanatate, fericire, si la cat mai multe perechi de oxforzi, &lt;em&gt;pisi&lt;/em&gt;!:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3614708842479081172?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3614708842479081172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-isnt-so-much-fun-afterall_07.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3614708842479081172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3614708842479081172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-isnt-so-much-fun-afterall_07.html' title='Growing up isn&apos;t so much fun afterall'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3620842373285744066</id><published>2009-03-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:43:12.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive until you lose the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"De aceea am zambit oportun si i-am dat mana.Mi-a sarutat-o intimidat si a cautat sa-mi defineasca parfumul.Intaia oara ma parfumasem din nou - tot din superstitie - cu parfumul care facea parte din vechea mea dragoste, ca mirosul dintr-o gradina."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treceam dintr-o parte a clepsidrei in alta, fara sa stiu ca tocmai timpul era nodul intre tot ce ne deosebea, podul intre doua taramuri, unul roz si unul real, unul de ras si unul tragic, unul serios si unul de suprafata.Ca la mare, cand treci de la mal, din ce in ce mai adanc, pana te pierzi de tot si ajungi un punct in toata marea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca atunci cand am vorbit tot drumul despre cum ai crezut tu ca a fost, despre cum era de fapt si despre ce-am crezut eu ca ar fi putut sa fie.Pana cand n-am mai avut ce sa spunem, si imaginea geamului prafuit si a strazilor infrigurate de iarna ramasese, ca o esenta, intre tine si mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pana cand nu mai stiam ce altceva sa fac decat sa fredonez, ca sa sting cumva tacerea subiectelor epuizate si trairilor diferite.Pentru ca in fond, ca alcatuire, suntem la fel, dar ne-au definit alti ani, alte feluri, altfel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One or two things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3620842373285744066?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3620842373285744066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/drive-until-you-lose-road.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3620842373285744066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3620842373285744066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/drive-until-you-lose-road.html' title='Drive until you lose the road'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8682861507183081868</id><published>2009-03-05T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:31:48.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa literara</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Primita de la &lt;a href="http://ipeeglitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;, nu cred ca va avea raspunsuri asa interesante pe cat sunt asteptate, but I'll try my best.:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Care este cea mai bună carte citită de tine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feodor Mihailovici Dostoievski - Idiotul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Ai făcut cadou cărţi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Persoanelor despre care stiam ca vor aprecia si ca isi doresc, da.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Care este viitorul literaturii?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depinde de cititori...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. În ce limbi ai citit cărţi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In mare parte romana, dar si engleza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Ce cărţi „celebre” nu ţi-au plăcut?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu riscul de a primi insulte "taioase":)), nu m-a pasionat in mod special Jules Verne, in general.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Ce ţară a produs cea mai bună literatură?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu ma pronunt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Iei notiţe din cărţile pe care le citeşti?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intr-un caiet ingalbenit de vreme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Cam câte cărţi ai citit până acum?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chiar nu pot sa estimez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Cu ce cărţi ai dormit în braţe de plictiseală?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niciuna, pentru ca nu citesc ce mi se pare plictisitor respectiv neinteresant.Absolut deloc, chiar daca e vorba de literatura obligatorie (inca imi permit, in Anul cu Bacul o sa raspund si la intrebarea asta:))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Ce înseamnă cărţile pentru tine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Expresia sentimentelor pe care nu le vad, dar stiu ca exista.Si da, un mod de autocunoastere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Care este cea mai scumpă carte pe care ai cumpărat-o?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu am idee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Care este cel mai tare final la o carte citită?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu neaparat tare, cat interesant, Patul lui Procust - Camil Petrescu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Care scriitor te-a influenţat cel mai mult ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N. Steinhardt si al sau Jurnal al fericirii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Cât de repede citeşti o carte?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bineinteles, depinde.Dar atipic, daca imi place foarte mult o carte incerc sa prelungesc procesul.:))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Poate literatura să schimbe lumea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca operele ar mai fi citite de o parte mai mare a populatiei, mi-ar placea sa cred ca da.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leapsa merge la&lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com/"&gt; Andra&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://georgianaasiminii.wordpress.com/"&gt; Georgiana&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://raduzblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8682861507183081868?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8682861507183081868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa-literara.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8682861507183081868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8682861507183081868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa-literara.html' title='Leapsa literara'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-9101853994278096080</id><published>2009-03-05T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:16:10.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personale.'/><title type='text'>cinci martie/sase</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Care stia sa ma ajute la problemele cu ipoteze, care canta la aproape orice instrument muzical fara lectii, care a condus, care i-a iubit nespus, care avea mereu un sfat si o observatie buna, si caruia ii pasa enorm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,Too young to say, though I swear he knew,And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,While these autumn leaves float around everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look at you, and I see me, Making noise so restlessly,But now its quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you still live on in my father's eyes, &lt;br /&gt;These autumn leaves, all these autumn leave, all these autumn leaves are yours tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-9101853994278096080?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/9101853994278096080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinci-martiesase.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9101853994278096080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9101853994278096080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinci-martiesase.html' title='cinci martie/sase'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7190698929615996488</id><published>2009-03-02T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:47:49.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectia 1.Invatam sa gandim de unii singuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mi-a fost dat zilele trecute sa vad, pentru a&lt;em&gt; n&lt;/em&gt; oara, o parere din aia exprimata &lt;em&gt;aprig&lt;/em&gt; si&lt;em&gt; focos&lt;/em&gt;, cum  ca o anume vedeta (nu, nu are sens sa precizez care), e naspa pentru ca...pai nu conteaza.Pentru ca are tupeu si nu se teme sa-si exprime parerea (buna, proasta, cum o fi, dar in fond cine spune daca o parere e corecta sau nu?!), pentru ca nu se conformeaza ca toate pitzipoancele sa fie una care apare la &lt;em&gt;teveu&lt;/em&gt; si zice nimic, pentru ca, in fond, e cel putin isteata si pentru ca da, face ceva concret.Dupa cum spuneam, bine prost, dar face altceva decat &lt;em&gt;munca sub birou&lt;/em&gt;, daca ma intelegeti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da' nu, daca la &lt;strong&gt;jumate plus unu &lt;/strong&gt; din posturile si revistele trendi, glem, mondene si toate alea persoana e desfiintata, mahalagioaica, pitzipoanca, de prost gust, scandaloasa, normal ca peste tot o sa fie asa, ca deh, a zis Ics ca-i naspa, eu nu pot sa zic ca-i ok, ca ma fac de ras si zice lumea ca n-am bun guuuust.Ca si aia cu eu nu ascult X gen, ca rad copiii de mine, nu ma imbrac altfel decat toata turma, ca rad oile de mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Limitele astea, adica gandirea asta li-mi-ta-ta, asta de a nu vedea dincolo de ce auzi, datul cu parerea, pe care am mai insistat si voi insista pana-mi trece, consuma asa o mare parte din energie si neuroni numai buni de folosit in domenii cu adevarat &lt;em&gt;productive.&lt;/em&gt;(ex.fabricarea unei pareri personale:&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si inca ceva, chiar merita atata efort sa intretii o imagine pe care o servesti oamenilor, cand tu de fapt esti cam invers?&lt;em&gt;Sa mori tu&lt;/em&gt; ca asculti muzica clasica acasica in camera ta, sau vrei sa impresionezi si sa (citat din &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mari clasici in viata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"oamenii care asculta muzica clasica sunt culti") ai o dovada ca esti cult, desi cult iti depaseste total aria de intelegere a termenilor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Chiar si asa, nu toti facem macar una din multele lucruri care ni se par aiurea?Nu toti spunem ca aspectul asta si celelalt nu conteaza, si in fond &lt;em&gt;cand se ingroasa gluma, &lt;/em&gt;strambam si din nas?Toti ne amestecam in&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; suprafata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7190698929615996488?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7190698929615996488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/lectia-1invatam-sa-gandim-de-unii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7190698929615996488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7190698929615996488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/03/lectia-1invatam-sa-gandim-de-unii.html' title='Lectia 1.Invatam sa gandim de unii singuri'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1885144663938485114</id><published>2009-03-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:38:47.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>might as well be Spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anotimpul meu preferat, inceput anul asta, ultimul inceput minor de primavara:)), cu o zi absolut perfecta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E uimitor cum cateva vorbe bune, mesaje de buna dimineata, incurajari si solutii la probleme simple in fond, can make one's day.:x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De astazi stiu ca o sa fie cum mi s-a spus intr-o dimineata mai racoroasa si mai plina de emotii decat oricare alta, cand "mi-a parut bine sa te cunosc", cand ultima oara am spus pa, si sa mai vorbim!, si cand, vezi tu, am tinut minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Concentrat de racoare de primavara si martisoare, amintiri si ganduri, melodia si skin de primavara.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oogYijSM734&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oogYijSM734&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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be Spring.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2149161861616851969</id><published>2009-02-27T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:29:03.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum se sterg culorile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;mai tii minte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;si&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; de cate ori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ti-am zis ca nu am nimic impotriva sa-mi petrec singura dimineti de toamna tarzie, ca iarba-i mai verde si cafeaua mai buna pe banca din colt, ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, pentru ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; si &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La urma urmei, ce era asta?Ce ne fortasem sa spunem era  foarte aproape de adevar, eram&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; noi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inchisi in esecuri si-n &lt;em&gt;"vreau sa cred ca"&lt;/em&gt;, fara "&lt;em&gt;ce-ar fi daca" &lt;/em&gt;si &lt;em&gt;"oare o sa".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personaj si autor?&lt;/em&gt;Cum iti place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;toate-toate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;pentru ca e primavara si pot sa-mi si amintesc, melodii care ma duc cu gandul &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tara din inima ta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ON0yeAJXjL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ON0yeAJXjL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;intre dezamagire si speranta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4Ptx0qrQaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4Ptx0qrQaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2149161861616851969?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2149161861616851969/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-se-sterg-culorile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2149161861616851969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2149161861616851969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-se-sterg-culorile.html' title='Cum se sterg culorile'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6364997754226785393</id><published>2009-02-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:07:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"da' stiii nu-i cine stie ce, o porcarioara mica acolo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cadourile se afla pe lista mea de  "ocupati-va voi de asta eu va dau banii" "nu ma pricep nici pe departe" "ce ti-ar placea".La fel ca si primitul, in anumite situatii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Numai mie mi se intampla sa-mi strice tot cheful atat bine-cunoscutul "vai nu trebuia", cat si replica "aah da' ii o porcarioara acolo, nimic substantial".Pai bai ace(a)sta, tu-mi faci cadou sa fie substantial?"Scuza-ma nu ti-am putut plati intretinerea si curentul pe ultimele 2 luni, da' ti-am luat chestia asta care semnifica stii tu momentul ala cand..." "Imi pare rau ca n-am flamanzit ultimele doua saptamani ca sa-ti cumpar ceasul ala scump de firma...".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa insistam pe definitie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CADÓU ~ri n. Obiect primit de la cineva sau oferit cuiva în semn de prietenie, atenţie; dar.&lt;p&gt;Unitatea de masura a prieteniei?Azi cred ca da.&lt;em&gt;"daca nu-i ei prEtenului din dotare cado de cel putin 2 milioane mai bine nu i ei"&lt;/em&gt;.Si&lt;em&gt; una mica&lt;/em&gt;, sa mearga "uns".Ca e ziua pretenului.Iar de ziua pretenului&lt;em&gt; luoam&lt;/em&gt; ori ceas ori bratara ori zippo.De ziua pretenei luoam ori papitoi cantator pufos si rozaliu de plus ori set de&lt;em&gt; bijuuri&lt;/em&gt;, asezonate musai cu trandafiri rosii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deviez insa.Si-mi mai strica cheful atunci cand cadoul nu e ambalat.Ceva de genul m-am dus si ti-am luat ceva in treecere (nu, nu pretind sa stea omul sa caute cadoul jumatate din viata, dar macar sa arate...festiv:))Si lumanarile.Oo da, lumanarile.Call me ne-romantica, ne-sensibila, ne-*ce-vreti-voi*, dar ma simt ca la locul de veci.Oricat de parfumate si aromate si colorate ar fi "lumanarelele", ma duc singura si-mi iau cate vreau eu daca simt nevoia.Sau chestiile care vizeaza un anume hobby al persoanei.Nu te pricepi, reorienteaza-te.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valoarea si valoarea in dreapta si-n stanga.N-ai?Nu &lt;em&gt;conteste, &lt;strong&gt;trebuie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sa faci rost.Sa-ti demonstrezi &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acolosa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sentimentele.Si tu iti permiti, nu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. am uitat de aia care impun o suma pentru cadou.Dada, "sa puneti fiecare X suma".Dada, sunt unii care-si fac ziua pentru cadouri.Nu, nu o suma decenta, complementara cu petrecerea.Se gandesc oamenii sa se innoiasca si nu stiu cum, dar macar faceti asta mai voalat, pisilor.:&gt;Tztztz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6364997754226785393?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6364997754226785393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-stiii-nu-i-cine-stie-ce-o.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6364997754226785393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6364997754226785393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-stiii-nu-i-cine-stie-ce-o.html' title='&quot;da&apos; stiii nu-i cine stie ce, o porcarioara mica acolo&quot;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6702221336200993906</id><published>2009-02-22T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:30:05.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, damn good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ca tot astazi am pomenit despre cat de grozave erau desenele de pe cartoon network cand eram mici, pe drumul spre casa mi-a venit in minte melodia din episodul Cow and Chicken, The ugliest weenie.Dada, ala cu "ugliest weenie, ugliest weenie, we don't want you in our pack/ugliest weenie, ugliest weenie, oh we wish we could send you baack".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you'll enjoy it.;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.peteava.ro/js/player.swf" width="534" height="359" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="width=534&amp;amp;height=359&amp;amp;overstretch=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.peteava.ro/data-files/storage/video/2008/27/24fbe29c57cd36bacf8e356c4ed10da62eb16712.flv&amp;amp;image=http://www.peteava.ro/data-files/storage/video/2008/27/24fbe29c57cd36bacf8e356c4ed10da62eb16712-460x264.jpg&amp;amp;logo=http://www.peteava.ro/images/wm_video.png&amp;amp;link=http://www.peteava.ro/video/material/15012" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6702221336200993906?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6702221336200993906/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-damn-good-times.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6702221336200993906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6702221336200993906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-damn-good-times.html' title='Old, damn good times'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-512718049070585546</id><published>2009-02-22T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:36:04.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.Ma frusteaza persoanele exagerat de subiective, in juriul pentru examene, concursuri samd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Ma...amuza in fond:)) persoanele care n-au viata proprie, si un talent deosebit [dar asa e, au un talent] de a-si da cu parerea.Olimpiada la Londra e in 2012, ce ziceti, faceti din asta o proba in anii astia? [trei, va zic eu;).Simtiti-va si bine ca v-am informat, faceti-mi placerea asta pls [-o&lt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Tot nu inteleg de ce sa-ti fie rusine cu ce faci/esti/cat castigi/etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Nici mie nu cred ca am sa-mi inteleg prea curand nehotararea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.Sunt foarte curioasa ce-ar fi de dezvoltat pe subiectul "Examinations have a bad influence on education".Vreo parere?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Pentru ca am iubit dintotdeauna atat melodia, cat si solistul, inca de cand exista Stigma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dmajxJwmc2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dmajxJwmc2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-512718049070585546?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/512718049070585546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/azi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/512718049070585546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/512718049070585546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/azi.html' title='Azi'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1171780831413993852</id><published>2009-02-21T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:53:54.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...I guess the fortune teller's right</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;should've seen what was there, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and not some &lt;em&gt;holy light&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rK7qh4Trh_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rK7qh4Trh_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1171780831413993852?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1171780831413993852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/soi-guess-fortune-tellers-right.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1171780831413993852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1171780831413993852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/soi-guess-fortune-tellers-right.html' title='so...I guess the fortune teller&apos;s right'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6727867146105218075</id><published>2009-02-20T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:02:24.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Si nici pe gagicile alea de pozeaza in cele mai &lt;em&gt;inocente, pure, nevinovate, expresia de caprioara, ea nu face nimic rau, ea e un ingelash, bun si gata oricand sa ajute, nu face rau nimanui&lt;/em&gt; - mironosita de aia tipica.Intamplator am o cunostinta care, dupa pozele ei in care se stramba in cel mai &lt;em&gt;pure &lt;/em&gt;si &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; mod, trece cu usurinta drept o fiinta buna&lt;em&gt; la suflet, &lt;/em&gt;d'aia de vrea world peace si ca animalele sa nu mai fie omorate pentru blana.Si nu, in realitate nu e asa, in realitate barfeste tot ce misca (si ce nu misca eventual, daca intelegeti;)), e sacsi si provocatoare si danseaza ca ultima s.toarfa pe mesele din toate bodegile dubioase.Pe bune, daca esti ori s.toarfa ori altfel decat mironosita (nu ca ar fi ceva rau sa nu te incadrezi in mironosita, aproape as putea spune dimpotriva), care e problema in a recunoaste?Cu ce te ajuta pe tine ca pozezi in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;copilutz inocentutz dlagutz si finutz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sa mai dezvolt intr-un post viitor, in curand.Intre timp, sunt curioasa ce variante de raspuns pentru intrebarea existentiala de azi exista.Luminati-ma, va rog.:)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6727867146105218075?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6727867146105218075/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-nici-pe-gagicile-alea-de-pozeaza-in.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6727867146105218075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6727867146105218075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-nici-pe-gagicile-alea-de-pozeaza-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1664224652985647751</id><published>2009-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:25:32.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai pot eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...ca vindeti &lt;em&gt;tricoaie&lt;/em&gt; la cel mai &lt;em&gt;"eftin" &lt;/em&gt;pret, LeCeDeu de saptispe inci la pret super bun, [&lt;em&gt;detalii la 0784566789 scuze de mass&lt;/em&gt;], golf din 2006 cu 10 km la bord, pui refrigerati dezosati, blugi diesel toate marimile, parfumuri &lt;em&gt;"100% originale"&lt;/em&gt;, ca aveti posturi noi pe &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; [ si cand intru vad chestii pe care le gasesc pe absolut orice site de fashion/news ], ca sa va votam cu ocazia &lt;em&gt;roblogfestului&lt;/em&gt; chiar daca aveti ceva din categoria de care tocmai am zis, ca v-ati pus &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pozici &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;noi pe haifaiv si sa le comentam [&lt;em&gt;"ce buna esti papuse"&lt;/em&gt;], ca iesiti de pe mess si ne urati &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nb si moolti poopici&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ca v-ati plictisit de atata *ahem* in baie si vreti o &lt;em&gt;"fata frumoase care sa vina la mien in seara asta cas singurel:&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;, ca plecati in vacanta, ca aveti bacu' maine, ca v-ati luat masina de spalat si detergent la promotie 2+sapun gratis [si asta ar fi una buna:-?].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe bune, chiar mi se rupe[din seria "frustrari de exprimat":D]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1664224652985647751?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1664224652985647751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/nu-mai-pot-eu.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1664224652985647751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1664224652985647751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/nu-mai-pot-eu.html' title='Nu mai pot eu...'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8480848840811932850</id><published>2009-02-18T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:42:54.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si maine...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;N-as putea sa afirm, la varsta mea, ca generatiile astea care tot vin sunt de rahat.Tocmai pentru ca nici a mea nu-i geniala, si cu toate astea nu ma pot abtine sa nu-mi ridic o spranceana cand ii vad pe astia de 11-12 ani ca prind de fund colege de ale mele (cu vreo sapte ani in plus), ca cer "un foc sau o tigare" in pauze, ca au un tupeu de rahat si urla si comenteaza indata ce le zici sa se dea o idee mai incolo si sa nu mai ocupe un culoar intreg, ca nu poate sa treaca lumea "aa da' care i problema ta, fa(ta)?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu in clasele gimnaziale, macar in primele doua, eram extrem de preocupata de cum sa fac sa invat mai bine la biologie(nu cum sa le arat "proastei aleia de civica ce tare-s eu") si poate mai citeam un cool girl ceva, si comentam chicotind, mai pe ascuns, alaturi de colege, vreun articol mai...&lt;em&gt;rosu&lt;/em&gt;.:))(nu eram mari experte wannabe in ale interactiunilor-de toate felurile-dintre sexe).Aveam vreo douajdemii pe zi la scoala(nu doua sute), dar nu prea aveam pe ce sa-i cheltui, si daca-i cheltuiam, imi luam biscuiti si chestii (nu tigari si cafea).De obicei imi lua mama haine (nu o dadeam in "ah tu n-ai adidasi da firma, ce naspa esti sarac") si daca era vreun eveniment mai important (ziua de nastere a vreunei colege, nu mega-party in X club de fitze) ma mai dadeam cu gloss sau rimel (nu ma tencuiam doua ore inainte).Era moda cu "Vrei sa fii prietena mea?" si cu biletelele date in capacul pixului prin ore, nu cu inghesuiala si vorbele dubioase pe la colturi de scoala.Tin minte ca i-am spus unui coleg, prin clasa a 6a, "boule" si s-a lasat cu scandal puternic, ridicat in picioare la ora de dirigentie, scuze in fata clasei, iar mie imi era foarte, foarte rusine (acum cand astia isi baga si-si scot nonsalant pe holurile scolii, nu mai conteaza daca ii aude cineva cu "autoritate").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ba da, au si parinti copiii astia, macar de forma, "aia de i-au conceput si de-i intretin", pentru ca in&lt;em&gt; secolul vitezei&lt;/em&gt; care este, banii de haine de la firme jmechere si gadgeturi ultimul tip nu cresc in fata blocului, iar o bona (sau baby-sitter, ca sa fim in trend) gasesti pe toate drumurile.Si aceasta ajunge sa-ti creasca/educe propriu-zis plodul.Cum o da Domnul, ca &lt;em&gt;"daca-i face mami toate poftele sa nu duca lipsa de nimic copilasu', sigur creste el cum trebuie".&lt;/em&gt;Daaar dupa aia, cand intra copilasu' in vreo belea, "&lt;em&gt;normal ca nu-i el de vina, scumpul lu' mama *muah*, stiu eu ca profesorul asta are ceva cu el, da' nu stiti cu cin' va puneti, chem toata presa si televiziunea pe capul vostru, sa vedeti cu cine v-ati pus!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam asa, nu-i el de vina, da' nici aia care stau si se plang ca generatiile care vin sunt "asa si pe dincolo", si-apoi se duc acasa si-si invata odorul sa nu bea apa de la fantana sau sa nu manance cartofi taranesti, "ca-s de la tara" n-au o parte din vina?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sa-mi fie frica sa fac un copil (mi-ar fi si acum, ganditi-va peste vreo 10 ani...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8480848840811932850?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8480848840811932850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-maine_18.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8480848840811932850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8480848840811932850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-maine_18.html' title='Si maine...?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1609540132142133932</id><published>2009-02-18T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:39:35.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vit. C+ morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Springy mood:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum ultimele doua zile le-am petrecut stand in casa, facand...cam ce-am vrut eu [:"&gt;], am avut ocazia sa (re)descopar melodii primavaratice, uitate prin vreun folder "which make me feel good no-matter-what".Una dintre preferate fiind She's Got You High, a celor de la Mumm-Ra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXFXjh9a8lY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXFXjh9a8lY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[da, e dintr-o reclama...Orange, daca mi-e buna memoria:-?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1609540132142133932?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1609540132142133932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/vit-c-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1609540132142133932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1609540132142133932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/vit-c-morning.html' title='vit. C+ morning.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4729152327993501654</id><published>2009-02-14T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:20:36.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MAJORÁT n. 1) Vârstă la care o persoană beneficiază de toate drepturile civile şi politice, devenind totodată responsabilă de acţiunile sale în faţa legii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da, sunt in starea aia de &lt;em&gt;"mai am o luna si-un pic si devin majora"&lt;/em&gt;.Adica o sa pot vota, face scoala de soferi, cumpara tutun si alcool fara bataie de cap, o sa ma pot casatori, (nu ca as vrea asta prea curand) si teoretic, ar trebui sa fiu o persoana cat se poate de &lt;strong&gt;responsabila si matura&lt;/strong&gt;(nu ca n-as fi, dar cu masura:)).Iar starea asta o are drept topping si pe aia cu &lt;em&gt;"mai am putintel si termin si liceul&lt;/em&gt;".Si dupa aia...?Dupa aia, in mod traditional, urmeaza o facultat,un sot,niste copii si stai la cratita, fa mancare, du-te la serviciu pe un salariu care nu subliniaza nici munca, nici aptitudinile/cunostintele tale (pentru ca deh, ai fost corect si n-ai tras de unde trebuia, cand trebuia), ramai nemultumit o mare parte din vreme ca na, se putea si mai bine, si...?!&lt;p&gt;Cand eram in floarea&lt;em&gt; rebeliunii adolescentei mele&lt;/em&gt; (undeva la 13-14 ani) aveam batuta in cuie ideea ca &lt;em&gt;"eu la optispe ani imi iau un job si gata, plec de acasa ca nu se mai poate!"&lt;/em&gt; (cum au avut si cei care zambesc si zic &lt;em&gt;"ce fraier/a am fost"&lt;/em&gt; cand au afirmat, la vremea fiecaruia, asta).Ma intreb pe ce planeta traiam eu oare, daca imi inchipuiam ca o sa fie totul asa usor.Optsprezece?&lt;em&gt;"wow, ce mare o sa fiu"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;area &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ezamagire, da.Ca nu e asa cum as fi crezut ca o sa fie, ca nu am facut ce-am vrut sa fac, ca nu mi-au iesit prea multe pana acum.&lt;p&gt;O sa termin si liceul (cel putin sper:)).Si?O lectie mai dura de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"fiecare face cum poate sa ajunga unde vrea, nu conteaza ca nu mai pastrezi nicio dara de demnitate, corectitudine si alte valori din astea morale neinteresante, asta e calea cea mai accesibila, des folosita, si acceptata"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exista?Ni se mai arata in vreun loc mai clar de atat ca ala care are o pila mica, un papagal mare sau stie sa speculeze o sa fie mereu mai sus decat ala care sta in banca lui si spune ce stie(pentru ca stie multe) doar cand e intrebat, fara sa deranjeze pe nimeni?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bai tu unde vrei sa dai?"&lt;/em&gt;.Nici macar nu am intrat in anul &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, si deja m-am saturat de intrebarea asta.Unde?Nu stiu.La ce m-as pricepe?Degeaba intrebarea.Ce-am facut in liceu?Intre doua chiuluri, am ascultat despre materii inutile si "valori morale" prost predate.Exemplul personal al profesorilor, nu?Mai ales cand ti se baga in cap ca in Romanica sunt numai corupti si dup' aia esti trimis sa faci o mica sponsorizare daca vrei sa treci si tu clasa.Mai ales cand &lt;em&gt;"tu esti un elev constiincios&lt;/em&gt; (esti al naibii de priceput in a lingusi) &lt;em&gt;si silitor&lt;/em&gt; (si mai esti si consecvent, faci asta neinrerupt!)&lt;em&gt;o sa-ti pun un 10, ca sa te ajute la facultate!&lt;/em&gt;(unde, pacat, nu prea o sa-ti mai mearga cu pupatul in dos, dar gasesti solutii, ca esti destept...sau nu?)"."A&lt;em&gt;h tu stii materia, dar uite, ai trei absente la mine&lt;/em&gt; (nici macar n-ai cand sa te dai bine pe langa mine), &lt;em&gt;asa ca nu meriti media maxima.&lt;/em&gt;"Si invatam ca...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valori morale, din alea de baza?Mai degraba mergi la o bere intr-un bar, s-ar putea ca aia sa-ti faca mai mult chef de a reflecta si a te gandi &lt;strong&gt;pe bune&lt;/strong&gt; la cum ar trebui sa fie o societate decenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu dai din cap la orice tampenie care ti se baga pe gat?Nu te lasi modelat dupa cum vrea &lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; si &lt;em&gt;aia&lt;/em&gt; si &lt;em&gt;celalal&lt;/em&gt;t?Elev problema, normal.Cand termini si tu doispe ani de scoala, nu esti ca toti ceilalti, insipid si datator din cap la orice rahat debitat de cineva cu 20 de ani in plus si doua diplome(nefiind vorba neaparat de profesori)?Neintegrat in societate.La intalnirea de zece, o sa te stropeasca&lt;em&gt; al mai dobitoc&lt;/em&gt; din clasa cu &lt;strong&gt;mertzu&lt;/strong&gt;, cat tu stai cu umbrela la semafor, in ploaie, pentru ca ai preferat sa-ti pastrezi o oarecare demnitate si sa te uiti&lt;em&gt; cu placere &lt;/em&gt;in oglinda din baie dimineata, si nu sa te duci dupa cum bate vantul ca sa ajungi &lt;em&gt;al mai smecher&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;p&gt;Ca sa ce?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4729152327993501654?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4729152327993501654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4729152327993501654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4729152327993501654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1314532886525973878</id><published>2009-02-13T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:07:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Datu' cu parerea II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sunt de principiul ca trebuie sa respect orice parere, dar ca nu trebuie sa o accept daca nu sunt de acord cu ea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da' stiti &lt;a href="http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/vrei-sa-fii-destept.html"&gt;stilul &lt;em&gt;ala &lt;/em&gt;de oameni&lt;/a&gt;, buni la toate si experti in absolut &lt;strong&gt;orice&lt;/strong&gt; domeniu, de la &lt;em&gt;fizica cuantica&lt;/em&gt; si pana la &lt;em&gt;cum-sa-ti-cureti-pantofii-folosind-o-surubelnita-si-niste-ata-de-pescuit&lt;/em&gt; [?!], niste semi-zei asa, care (cred ei) nu gresesc niciodata si stiu de toate, si ei nu este asa de redusi cat sa trebuiasca sa vada despre ce isi dau cu parerea, ei &lt;em&gt;stiu&lt;/em&gt; deja.Citesc 3 randuri dintr-o carte si deja e de rahat.Aud doua vorbe despre Castelul Bran si gata, deja sunt niste ministri ai turismului, un soi de "tata lor".Au mutat masina lu' taticu oleaca mai incolo ca prea era in drum - normal ca devin &lt;em&gt;regii soselelor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;Experienta&lt;/strong&gt; lor se rezuma totusi la  zero, neavand o viata proprie si personala,(reala statul 20/7 la calculator "pe jocuri" nu se pune), tocmai de aia stau si analizeaza ce prind).&lt;p&gt;Normal ca modul de exprimare al parerii proprii &lt;em&gt;deosebit-de-importante-fara-de-care-n-o-sa-dorm-linistita-la-noapte&lt;/em&gt; este si asta, cat se poate de original.Nonsalant, fara prea mare bataie de cap, se vrea a fi natural si plin de experienta, ca-i destept "normal!".Adicaaa nu te agiti sa aduci &lt;strong&gt;argumente&lt;/strong&gt; ca tu crezi asta  si ailalta, tu zici &lt;strong&gt;asa&lt;/strong&gt; si gata.Te &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;bagi in seama&lt;/span&gt;, indiferent de context.Pe bune, ai voie sa zici si ca baiatu ala, creanga, are un nume &lt;em&gt;"cam penal"&lt;/em&gt;, desi ai vazut ceva scris de el in spatele blocului la o samanta cu baEtii.Daca cineva vorbeste, nu-i bine, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trebuie sa fii ala.Normal ca esti indreptatit sa-ti bati joc de ce vrea muschiu' tau, doar tre' sa ai ceva&lt;em&gt; jmecherie&lt;/em&gt; in tine ca sa-ti ascunzi cantitatea de complexe care te apasa si te fac sa mergi cu privirea in jos pe strada cand esti singur si sa te simti de rahat cand nu faci nimic concret (decat actiunea &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, 3/zi), da' cand iesi din casa trebuie sa ai&lt;em&gt; boostul &lt;/em&gt;ala de incredere in sine.Te-ai ajuns, ai crescut si-ti permiti, ca deh, nu dejaba esti locuitor al Romanicii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Las-ooo, ca merge-asa!:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1314532886525973878?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1314532886525973878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/datu-cu-parerea-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1314532886525973878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1314532886525973878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/datu-cu-parerea-ii.html' title='Datu&apos; cu parerea II'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7033182163377373307</id><published>2009-02-12T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:03:59.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if I get off the next stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SZRymutLtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/124Svt14pUY/s1600-h/Koffie_En_De_Ochtendkrant_by_Raingarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SZRymutLtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/124Svt14pUY/s320/Koffie_En_De_Ochtendkrant_by_Raingarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301988671020054242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi s-a facut un dor nebun de o dimineata &lt;em&gt;perfecta.&lt;/em&gt;La cafeneaua &lt;em&gt;aia&lt;/em&gt; din Oradea sau la una din Spania, sau ca la mare asta-vara.Cu cafea amara (desi a trecut perioada in care beam cafea), lapte, fructe, clatite si sirop de ciocolata, un trench crem si o esarfa mov, o plimbare pe un drum pavat cu piatra cubica si o poza, sau un soare enervant si un "de ce m-ai trezit asa devreme, bai?".Si cu absolut nimic de facut, in racoarea aia specifica.Cu mai multe emotii decat ar putea exista la un mic-dejun, si trei cuvinte dupa croissant si cafea.[is it really worth...?!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In alta ordine de idei, tocmai mi-am dat seama ca asta e un bun raspuns pentru leapsa primita de la &lt;a href="http://addicted-to-people.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raz&lt;/a&gt;[o gramada de lepse lately:))], in care trebuie sa scriu putin despre vreo situatie/sentiment/persoana/ceva de care mi-e dor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mai departe, la &lt;a href="http://cuvinteputine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silviu&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://rommie3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rommie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7033182163377373307?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7033182163377373307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-i-get-off-next-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7033182163377373307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7033182163377373307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-i-get-off-next-stop.html' title='what if I get off the next stop'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SZRymutLtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/124Svt14pUY/s72-c/Koffie_En_De_Ochtendkrant_by_Raingarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2782692771958317131</id><published>2009-02-11T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:35:12.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa [da, iar:))]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inca una, primita de la &lt;a href="http://rommie3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rommie&lt;/a&gt;.Funny si nici pe departe asa "dificila" ca anterioara.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. Cum te simţi astăzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amy Whinehouse - Rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Vei ajunge departe în viaţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Armin Van Buuren - Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Cum te văd prietenii tăi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten [;))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. Te vei căsători vreodată?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jewel - Foolish Games [ei da:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5.Care e tema preferată a celui mai bun prieten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alicia Keys - No one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. Care e povestea vieţii tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Duffy - Scared [haha:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. Cum era în liceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lady Gaga - Boys Boys Boys [:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. Cum poţi avansa in viaţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Game - Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alanis Morissette - Ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. Ce se preconizează pentru weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zob - Cantec de dragoste [?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;11. Ce cântec te descrie cel mai bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paolo Nutini - Jenny don't be hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;12. Dar pe bunicii tăi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sandi Thom - The Devil's Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;13. Cum îţi merge în viaţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coldplay - Your Love Means Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;14. Ce melodie îţi va cânta la înmormântare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Never Again [:)))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;15. Cum te vede restul lumii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maroon 5 - Keep me coming back for more [avai:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;16. Vei avea o viata fericita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leona Lewis - Better in time [hai serios:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;17. Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Placebo - Infra-red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;18. Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheryl Lynn - Got to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siii leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://raduz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Radu &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://georgianaasiminii.wordpress.com/"&gt;Georgiana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2782692771958317131?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2782692771958317131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa-da-iar.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2782692771958317131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2782692771958317131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa-da-iar.html' title='Leapsa [da, iar:))]'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1740269848140851423</id><published>2009-02-10T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:46:17.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lumea asta se duce de rapa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cu totii stim despre moartea handbalistului Marian Cozma - nu vreau sa dau detalii care au mai fost spuse de n ori pana acum, sau sa accentuez ideea conform careia toti oamenii &lt;em&gt;valorosi &lt;/em&gt; ai Romanicei sunt apreciati abia dupa ce nu mai sunt (pentru ca, in fond, degeaba spunem chestia asta de atatea ori, personal nu vad sa se schimbe ceva in peisaj prea curand).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu toate astea, m-am&lt;em&gt; enervat &lt;/em&gt;de-a binelea cand am vazut ieri pasaje(pasaje, pentru ca nu am putut sa ma uit la mai mult, am ajuns sa cred ca e mai rau ca la otv) dintr-o emisiune, pe una din &lt;em&gt;antene&lt;/em&gt;, a unei doamne care pana nu demult lucra la alt post, si care nu facea emisiuni atat de penibile si inutile pana acum(sau asta e parerea mea, nu tin minte sa-mi fi atras vreodata atentia in sensul bun, dar nici ca acum).La sectiunea "Stiri Soc" era, in primul rand cea despre moartea handbalistului.Pana aici, nimic neobisnuit.Ce m-a facut sa ma uit stramb a fost faptul ca il bagasera pe tatal lui Marian Cozma &lt;em&gt;in direct&lt;/em&gt;, doar ca sa-i fie puse niste intrebari de genul "si, era un om linistit?" si alte generalitati din astea care oricum se dadusera duminica pe majoritatea posturilor.Totusi, omul ala plangea in telefon, nu cred ca ma ajuta nici pe mine, ca si telespectator, nici pe el, ca si parinte, sa stea in direct cu doamna.Chiar ma depaseste scopul pentru care nu-i respecti doliul omului, pentru ca nimic din ce-i spui sau ce-ti spune n-o sa-i aduca copilul inapoi, niciodata, si nici n-o sa-i aline in vreun fel suferinta.De ce sa mai invarti cutitul in rana?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urmeaza apoi alta stire soc, nu am retinut tocmai bine, ceva cu o fetita bolnava si Italia, daca nu ma insel, iar apoi suntem informati ca, in curand, carnea de porc se va scumpi cu 15%, si ca doamna se gandeste sa devina vegetariana convinsa, dar chiar si-asa, e posibil sa o coste mai mult decat daca ar cumpara carne.Tineam sa stiu informatia asta, mai ales partea a doua, altfel nu puteam sa dorm noaptea linistita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In final, "ca sa incheie sectiunea Stiri Soc cu &lt;em&gt;una vesela&lt;/em&gt;", aud ca un anume om de afaceri este dispus sa dea 100 000 euro ca sa vina o anume vedeta la ziua lui de nastere.Iar, o informatie care, personal, ma ajuta/informeaza/distreaza/relaxeaza de nu mai pot, si care dupa mine nu mai vesela nu e.Sunt atatia someri si oameni care mor de foame, da' daca domul &lt;em&gt;isi permite&lt;/em&gt; si mai poata sa faca asta si ostentativ si mediatizat, cum sa nu-i dam voie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daaar daca oamenilor le place, de ce sa nu se profite de asta si sa li se ofere?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voi ati auzit de Marian Cozma pana acum?(as fi pus problema si despre Sabin Balasa, Anca Parghel, Stefan Iordache, Grigore Vieru, Octavian Paler, George Pruteanu, pentru ca am observat ca ingrijorator de multe persoane nu stiau cine a fost, dar asta e alta tema).Eu nu.In schimb am fost imbuibata cu informatii despre Magda Ciumac, Sexy Braileanca, Eleva porno si tot rangul de dudui din astea &lt;strong&gt;bazate,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;care sunt mediatizate pentru ca...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru ca e in trend si, aparent, e o calitate sa fii &lt;em&gt;pitzipoanca dubioasa cu gura mare si tupeu&lt;/em&gt;.Practic, orice tipa cu varsta legala si dotata nu prea din punct de vedere al materiei cenusii sau al valorilor morale, respectului de sine, si alte "maruntisuri d'astea", poate ajunge &lt;strong&gt;vi ai pi&lt;/strong&gt;.Nu, nici macar nu trebuie sa arate bine, ca se ofera binevoitori care sa-i faca un make-over, sa arate macar decent pisi, ca gata, s-a scos.Din una in alta o da si-n vreo aventura cu un mascul feroce al reflectoarelor romanesti, si gata, e realizata "gagica"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si, cine (noi) suntem de vina?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1740269848140851423?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1740269848140851423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumea-asta-se-duce-de-rapa.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1740269848140851423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1740269848140851423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumea-asta-se-duce-de-rapa.html' title='&quot;Lumea asta se duce de rapa&quot;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5137803690549091405</id><published>2009-02-09T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:37:51.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ar fi daca...[Leapsa]</title><content type='html'>...ar trebui sa alegi o singura melodie pe care sa o asculti tot restul vietii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toough one.Primind leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andra&lt;/a&gt;, am tot stat si m-am gandit si, evident, initial am vrut sa zic ca poate-poate as putea asculta &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON0yeAJXjL4"&gt;Stigma -Tara din inima ta &lt;/a&gt;sau &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPUwNqgBa2o"&gt;Sophie Ellis Bextor - Today the sun's on us &lt;/a&gt;sau cate si mai cate altele, dar in final m-am hotarat ca,mai ales datorita amintilor care ma leaga de ea, melodia care mereu ma face sa zambesc si-mi induce o stare &lt;em&gt;din aia, &lt;/em&gt;este Green Eyes - Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IApsAHGMk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425" data=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;In continuare, leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://cuvinteputine.blogspot.com"&gt;Silviu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://acsel.ro"&gt;Virgil&lt;/a&gt; si&lt;a href="http://r-mth.blogspot.com"&gt; Razvan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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daca...[Leapsa]'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8926035315906010326</id><published>2009-02-07T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:06:54.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Din categoria "Dileme existentiale la care nimeni nu a reusit sa dea un raspuns exact pana acum", voi incerca o mini-analiza, pe mini-categorii, a ce vor "&lt;em&gt;gagicile&lt;/em&gt;" azi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitipoanca &lt;/strong&gt;(pentru ca de aici mi-a venit ideea) : Pitipoanca este genul de &lt;em&gt;gagi&lt;strong&gt;ca&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;re va dori mereu sa fie aia mai "&lt;em&gt;arfista&lt;/em&gt;" si mai "&lt;em&gt;invidiata&lt;/em&gt;" de toate "&lt;em&gt;zdremtele penale&lt;/em&gt;" care indraznesc sa o "&lt;em&gt;vorbeasca&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;si care &lt;em&gt;"nare valoarea mea"&lt;/em&gt;.Drept urmare, mereu va dori sa aiba un tip bine geluit, cu pantofii &lt;em&gt;vera pele &lt;/em&gt;si mertzu mereu stralucitoare, care o va duce in cele mai dă fitze cluburi, care-i va lua cele mai schumpe &lt;em&gt;cocteiluri&lt;/em&gt;, care o va scuti de mersul cu RATPul, care o va f*nu folosesc cuvinte obscene* cu pasiune la el acasa dupa club, si care dimineata ii va zice "hai fă mis&lt;strong&gt;ca ca &lt;/strong&gt;am treaba"(aka cocalar).Atat timp cat este invidiata, pitzipoanca va fi multumita cu orice dovada ostentativa de "&lt;em&gt;imi permit, papuse&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complexata&lt;/strong&gt; : Complexata scrie pe forumurile/la revistele pentru adolescenti, adresand intrebari existentiale de genul "Oare eu o sa am vreodata un preten?", se sfatuieste cu prietenele ei, maxim 2 la numar, de asemenea complexate, "Mi-a zambit.Oare ma place?Off fata da' sigur ii venea sa rada de parul care-mi sta naspa, sau de bluza asta aiurea...N-o sa am niciodata vreun iubit."In principiu, acestui tip i-ar conveni cam orice persoana de sex masculin, care sa-i adreseze orice tip de compliment, oricat de subtil ar fi, sau orice replica de "&lt;em&gt;bagare in seama&lt;/em&gt;".Aparent, cel mai simplu tip de multumit.Cu toate acestea, slefuita bine, complexata are sanse de a avea succes in domeniul asta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diva : &lt;/strong&gt;Un fel de Barbie roz si populara, cum vedem prin filmele americane cu adolescenti idioti, &lt;em&gt;spuma&lt;/em&gt; lumii "mondene", cea care stie mereu &lt;em&gt;cu cine, ce, cum, unde, &lt;/em&gt;va dori, asemena pitipoancei, obligatoriu tip cu masina.Dar sa fie si frumusel, popular(neaparat!), si usor de manevrat.Mai fara personalitate proprie, ca ea n-are nevoie sa comunice sau sa-si impartaseasca idei cu Ala.N-are nici&lt;em&gt; ce&lt;/em&gt;, nici &lt;em&gt;de ce&lt;/em&gt;.La fel ca si in cazul complexatei, daca i se indeparteaza toate &lt;em&gt;fitzele &lt;/em&gt;si &lt;em&gt;impresiile, &lt;/em&gt;diva ramane o tipa cat se poate de ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gâsca&lt;/strong&gt;(cunoscuta si sub numele de &lt;strong&gt;Dependenta sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;Iarasi, o tipa care va deschide topicuri pe forumuri din seria "Am facut secs cu iuby al meu neprotejat, dar el zice ca nu si-a dat drumu-n mine.Oare am ramas insarcinata?".Pentru ea totul e roz si frumos, iuby o iubeste din prima saptamana, chiar daca mai scapa vorbe urate sau se comporta naspa, e din iubire.Cand ii da una peste cap, si aia e tot din iubire.Genul care se inspaimanta si se panicheaza cand aude "Daca nu facem sex, te parasesc".In fond, genul care crede in povesti cu zane si feti frumos (dragut, pana la un anumit punct).Cand se loveste prea tare, ajunge la o existenta normala.(iar alea care nu-si vin in fire nici dupa n dezamagiri...cel mai probabil nu le permite dotarea genetica.Sau nu &lt;em&gt;le place de ele insele&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranoica : &lt;/strong&gt;Ii va convine orice tip care va fi de acord sa ii fie implantat un cip de urmarire, astfel incat paranoica sa poata sa ii controleze orice contact fizic/vizual si orice posibila forma de comunicare cu alta tipa.Dar chiar si asa, cea mai des intalnita replica in vocabularul acestui tip va fi "Eu stiu ca tuuu umbli cu alta".Cam greu de vindecat de  paranoia, dar nu e un caz pierdut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensibila : &lt;/strong&gt;Asemanatoare, ca tulpina, cu tipul naivei, sensibila crede sincer in puterea sentimentelor de a schimba lucrurile, iubeste sincer si se bucura de fiecare moment.Vrea dragoste neconditionata, si nu se uita la aspecte superficiale si de exterior.Specimen din ce in ce mai rar, nu se consuma/agita pentru detalii minore, vrea sa-i arati cat mai des ca ii esti alaturi.Spre deosebire de gâsca, are o doza mai mare de realism.Gandire ok, la baza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiferenta&lt;/strong&gt; : Indiferentei i se rupe.Pe bune, cam de tot.Nu prea se implica, n-o intereseaza, totul la ea e "caldut".Din punctul asta de vedere, e independenta, n-are nevoie de un tip pentru a se defini.Ori a avut experiente aiurea ca gâscă, ori nu si-a intalnit Mr.(semi-)Right pana acum, ori pur si simplu e prea comoda si obisnuita cu ea incat sa se schimbe pentru o relatie.Sau nu vrea asa ceva.In tot cazul, o sa o multumesti daca n-o sufoci, daca nu-i faci programul, daca ii acorzi gradul de libertate de care are nevoie, si daca nu insisti cu chestii prea sentimentale si dulci.Vrea o relatie chill, de "hai sa iesim la o cafea si sa mai discutam chestii".Insa atunci cand are nevoie de cineva, ar fi bine sa fii acolo pentru ea.Cam dificila, desi ok  din punctul meu de vedere (prietenii stiu de ce).Da' si cand o sa o loveasca, o sa o loveasca bine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce vreau eu?Cat de complicat se poate...multe de la ultimul tip de tipa.Pentru ca nu am chef de obicei de mai mult efort si mai multa implicare.It needs no reason or rhyme...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8926035315906010326?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8926035315906010326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-girl-wants.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8926035315906010326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8926035315906010326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-girl-wants.html' title='What a girl wants'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-808055677598364024</id><published>2009-02-06T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:50:13.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the smell of fake flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;in ultimii ani am crezut puternic in ideea ca e cel mai ok sa fii &lt;em&gt;sincer &lt;/em&gt;cu persoanele, din orice punct de vedere, sa spui  exact ce crezi cand vrei sa spui ceva, ca sa nu acumulezi vreun fel de frustrare ca n-ai zis chestia aia si ca ai fost poate, la un moment dat, fals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cred ca mai degraba totusi mi s-a parut ok pentru ca e cea mai comoda solutie, in care teoretic tu n-ar trebui sa iesi prost nicicum...teoretic, practica e cu totul altfel insa.De ce sa nu spui oamenilor ce vor sa auda, sa stai calm si sa zici  'da, asa e cum spui tu'  in loc sa shout out your oppinion, dar sa faci pana la urma tot cum crezi tu mai bine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; DIPLOMAŢÍE, diplomaţii, s.f. 1.  ♦ Comportare abilă, subtilă.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been there, done that.Si am incercat sa spun chestiile pe care as fi vrut sa le rostesc in stare bruta, asa cum sunt la mine in minte, si n-am putut.Unii vad ca n-au problema asta : "de ce nu i-ai zis, Lira, ce te deranja?".Sa spun asa, brut, ca mi-a displacut aia, aia si ailalta, ca nu-mi place asta si asta, ca esti asa si pe dincolo?Deci o sinceritate din aia, &lt;em&gt;pe bune&lt;/em&gt;, vine cam greu, nu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce usor ar fi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-808055677598364024?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/808055677598364024/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-ultimii-ani-am-crezut-puternic-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/808055677598364024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/808055677598364024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-ultimii-ani-am-crezut-puternic-in.html' title='the smell of fake flowers'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6321740575952643729</id><published>2009-02-05T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:13:36.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumea se duce de rapa'/><title type='text'>pe cand si Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"vai fataaa ce-i iau cadou lui iuby anu' asta de Velantainz?fata hai sa vedem ca-i naspa mai este o saptamana doar.Faaata da' ai vazut ca Ics i-a luat lui Igrec cado de enspe milioane?Si ea lui...Fata da' oricum n-are nicio valuare daca-i iei cado de mai putin de 2-3 milioane, adica ceeeee am ajuns ne respectam doar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mare, mare problema de pe 1 februarie -&gt; 13 februarie.Adica, chiar nu conteaza ce criza financiara/meteorit/sfarsitul lumii loveste lumea, pe bune, daca nu-i &lt;em&gt;velantainz dei&lt;/em&gt;, nimic nu e.Adicaaa daca nu stai si umbli doua saptamani prin toate &lt;em&gt;molurile&lt;/em&gt; trendi din oras, esti cam degeaba, pe scurt.Adica daca nu ai &lt;em&gt;cu cine &lt;/em&gt; sa faci schimb de inimioare penibile si flori impopotonate de paişpe februarie, e grav.Urgent schimba situatia, ca nu se poate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa analizam mai in detaliu "sarbatoarea" :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ideea de baza vine de la o legenda conform caruia Valentin, un calugar roman, incalca legea data de Claudiu al II lea[imparat roman] si anume ca niciun soldat roman sa nu se poata casatori.Valentin facea cununiile in locuri secrete, insa intr-un final este descoperit de Claudiu, care ii propuna sa devina soldat si sa renunte la crestinism.Dupa refuzul lui Valentin, acesta este intemnitat si condamnat la moarte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce multi nu stiu, este faptul ca obiceiurile difera [cat se poate de firesc] de la o regiune la alta.Asa incat :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; În Ţara Galilor mulţi oameni sărbătoresc pe 25 ianuarie în loc de 14 februarie. Ziua comemorează pe Sf. Dwynwen, sfântul patron al îndrăgostiţilor galezi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;În Franţa o ţară tradiţional catolică, Valentine's Day este cunoscut simplu drept Sfantul Valentin si este sarbatorita ca în restul ţărilor occidentale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;În Danemarca şi Norvegia 14 februarie este cunoscut ca Valentinsdag. Nu este sărbătorită pe o scară largă, dar mulţi oameni îşi fac timp pentru a îl petrece într-un mod romantic cu partenerul de viaţă sau trimit o felicitare unei iubiri secrete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;În Suedia este numită ziua tuturor inimilor . Nu este o sărbătoare oficială. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;În Turcia, Valentine's day este numai Sfantul Gregor care se traduce în Ziua Inimilor Dragi/Dulci În cultura persă (Iran) S este o zi pentru iubire şi este pe 29B în calendarul solar jalali. Dată corespunzătoare calendarului gregorian este 17 februarie. S era sărbătorit în Marele Imperiu Persan în sec 20 i.e.n. În Egipt este o altă zi a iubirii în noi 4 numită ziua iubirii egiptene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;În Columbia, Ziua iubirii şi a prieteniei este sărbătorită în a treia vinere şi sâmbătă din septembrie, datorită scopurilor comerciale. În această ţară, prietenul secret este o tradiţie foarte populară, care presupune desemnarea fiecărui participant un destinatar a unui cadou secret (asemănător tradiţiei de Crăciun Moş Crăciun Secret) În Mexic, ziua iubirii şi prieteniei este sărbătorită asemănător ca în Columbia dar pică in altă dată.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Datorită unui efort de marketing concentrat, Valentine's Day a apărut şi în Japonia şi Coreea ca o zi în care mai mult femeile şi mai puţin bărbaţii dăruiesc bomboane, ciocolată şi flori. A devenit ca o obligaţie ca multe femei să dăruiască ciocolată tuturor colegilor bărbaţi.[via &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ziua_îndrăgostiţilor"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Romania, Valentine's Day are destule valente, depinzand de unghiul din care privesti sarbatoarea vietii.Normal, cred ca cei mai fericiti in adevaratul sens al cuvantului sunt comerciantii de diverse, de la chestii-kitchoase-de-plus-de-obicei-rosii-cu-inimioare pana la ceasuri de n milioane[de ce vreti voi...], pentru ca aia chiar au asa un sentiment de implinire cand baga banii in buzunar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aia, indragostitii, plini de inimioare roz si care stau bot in bot 24/7 la orice colt de strada/scoala/bar/whatever, sunt uber fericiti pentru ca in sfarsit isi pot arata dragostea unul fata de altul, fara vreo opreliste [da' cine va opreste bai sa aratati asta si in celelalte 354/5 zile ale anului?].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cei care cauta orice pretext, cat de penibil ar fi, ca sa se combine.Cu oricine, pe bune, oricand si oriunde doar sa aiba cum sa piarda vremea.Ca deh, ii velantainz dei, e in-ad-mi-si-bil sa stai singur acasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Categoria de oameni ok/normali, putini cel mai probabil, care-si exprima vezi Doamne dragostea si-n celelalte zile ale anului si care au un comportament cat de poate de normal si de ne-supraindulcit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siii last, but not least, categoria de oameni carora nu le pasa.Subsemnata de asemenea [ cu atat mai mult cu cat exista un plan foarte tentant de a iesi cu prietenele &lt;em&gt;sa bem - &lt;/em&gt;adica some good quality time, un fel de girl's night out].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[stiu stiu, deja devine cliseic intr-o oarecare masura sa scrii un articol &lt;em&gt;din asta&lt;/em&gt;, dar simteam nevoia sa-mi exprim parerea.Pentru ca pot.:))) ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asadar, tu ce faci de Ziua Indragostitilor?:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6321740575952643729?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6321740575952643729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/pe-cand-si-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6321740575952643729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6321740575952643729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/pe-cand-si-thanksgiving.html' title='pe cand si Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4445973118793569957</id><published>2009-02-04T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:14:08.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumea se duce de rapa'/><title type='text'>Vrei sa "fii" destept?;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Follow these three easy steps: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da-ti cu parerea.Referitor la ce? Ce ti-e si cu detaliile astea, nu conteaza &lt;em&gt;la ce&lt;/em&gt;.Esti sau nu in tema, stii sau nu cu ce se mananca una sau alta, trebuie sa-ti sustii punctul de vedere, bun sau prost, sus si tare, cu cat mai mult tupeu si daca reusesti, nesimtire, aroganta, ca sa vada lumea ca esti &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dăstept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca poti, asezoneaza cu niste adjective sugestive "Da fatăăăă, da' uite si tu la aia ce &lt;em&gt;arfe&lt;/em&gt; si impresii are, nu vezi cum merge." "Vai fata &lt;em&gt;c-ei &lt;/em&gt;cu proasta asta nu stie ca culoare in engleza se scrie colour, si nu color?" "Vaaaaai fata ai vazut cu cine umbla aia?Nici macar n-are masina tipul, doamne ce naspa", chiar daca tu nu cunosti:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; persoana - ei si, iti permiti sa comentezi, ce conteaza ca tu ai vazut-o de trei ori in viata ta pe strada si nu stii cum e ea de fapt, ce probleme are, cum gandeste, tu &lt;em&gt;o stii &lt;/em&gt; si-ti permiti sa spui ce vrei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evenimentul - ai auzit si tu de criza financiara (exemplu), ti-a zis mami ca n-o sa mai ai bani luna asta de zorzoane cu puf si sclipici, si nici de baterii pentru camera foto, asa ca luna asta stai fara poze noi pe haifaiv.Naspa situatia.Da' tii teorii de viata cu "fetele", ca cel mai mare analist financiar, ca-ti permiti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;situatia - "ah dar oricum nu poti merge de la profil uman la facultate cu profil real, conteaza ft mult ce-ai invatat in 7-11" (nu ca in 7-8 as fi fost la profil uman, dar ma rog.Nu ca n-as avea n cunostinte de la filo la medicina sau la facultate de profil real bine merci.Nu ca ar avea o relevanta cruciala materia din liceu &lt;strong&gt;in timpu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt; facultatii.Da' de ce sa nu ne dam cu parerea, daca ne permitem?) "ah sa stii ca oricum nu luai mai mult, ca na, n-ai cum" (da' de unde stii mata cat pot eu?Ah, am uitat, iti permiti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si nu in ultimul rand, sustine-ti parerea cu ardoare, no matter what.Pe bune, chiar nu conteaza daca ti se aduc argumente clare, negru pe alb, ca esti la un ocean distanta de cum e situatia pe bune, tu esti destept/desteapta si TU stii cel mai bine.Pentru ca poti:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4445973118793569957?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4445973118793569957/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/vrei-sa-fii-destept.html#comment-form' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4445973118793569957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4445973118793569957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/vrei-sa-fii-destept.html' title='Vrei sa &quot;fii&quot; destept?;&gt;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-634259637760958616</id><published>2009-02-04T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:14:41.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aparent utile'/><title type='text'>Cum sa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nu v-ati dorit vreodata, aflati intr-un moment dificil [tehnic vorbind] sa aveti un soi de ghid care sa va prezinte, step by step, ce sa faceti?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://wikihow.com/"&gt;Wikihow&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa bine-cunoscutul wikipedia, un site care, dupa cum ii spune si numele, iti arata &lt;em&gt;cum sa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De la "cum sa faci nod la cravata" pana la "cum sa-ti cureti cizmele UGG", de la "cum sa ascunzi un piercing de parinti" pana la "cum sa accepti pasiunea prietenului tau pentru porn" aici gasesti, pe categorii, cam orice fel de intrebare &lt;em&gt;existentiala &lt;/em&gt;(ti-) ai putea pune vreodata.How to live your life:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In tot cazul, unele chestii de aici chiar  par folositoare, especially cele referitoare la "how to cook...", "how to clean..." "how to match...".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-634259637760958616?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/634259637760958616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-sa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/634259637760958616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/634259637760958616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-sa.html' title='Cum sa...'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8680266271790116429</id><published>2009-02-03T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:15:23.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>traveller, traveller, you just missed your plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SYjDCXpr-1I/AAAAAAAAACs/vlYJDMSjwKU/s1600-h/The_Airport_by_danielwuttke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SYjDCXpr-1I/AAAAAAAAACs/vlYJDMSjwKU/s320/The_Airport_by_danielwuttke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298699407077407570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause it's been such a long&lt;em&gt; check in,  &lt;/em&gt;and you still didn't get here on time.Got such heavy luggage, don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you could lose some things, but this is already&lt;em&gt; over-weight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it costs more than you'd imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurry up, this is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but hey,you've already lost this last check in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tiMe before departure : four five six&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*please fasten your seatbelts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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plane'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SYjDCXpr-1I/AAAAAAAAACs/vlYJDMSjwKU/s72-c/The_Airport_by_danielwuttke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7246488021359036579</id><published>2009-01-31T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:15:39.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>why did you have to wake me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;have you ever noticed how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          busy we get setting goals we actually realise we won't be able to achieve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just so we can keep our dreams running on &lt;em&gt;fast-forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;so we won't let &lt;em&gt;ourselves &lt;/em&gt;down.And all of a sudden you get to realise you won't be able to live your dreams, not even a little part of them, and that's only because you spend way too much time wondering, analising and discussing each and every "but" or "if" or "maybe".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things would be great running on&lt;em&gt; slow-motion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7246488021359036579?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7246488021359036579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-you-have-to-wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7246488021359036579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7246488021359036579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-you-have-to-wake-me-up.html' title='why did you have to wake me up'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8462537628195863575</id><published>2009-01-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:15:49.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>things get more comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;and sometimes, we just know when to let go to our imaginary problems, leaving no reasons and solutions to think about, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and doesn't this feel a lot better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH6TVNhBCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH6TVNhBCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[achievement(s)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8462537628195863575?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8462537628195863575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-get-more-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8462537628195863575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8462537628195863575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-get-more-comfortable.html' title='things get more comfortable'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6002073928014609607</id><published>2009-01-30T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:16:01.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><title type='text'>:X:X</title><content type='html'>oh yeah!;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6002073928014609607?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6002073928014609607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/xx.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6002073928014609607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6002073928014609607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/xx.html' title=':X:X'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-1971563041902311321</id><published>2009-01-29T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:16:12.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>existam \dar nu traim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;crezi ca niciodata n-o sa-ti fie asa, dar in fond, cine ai fost ca sa afirmi ca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"e mai bine asa"&lt;/em&gt;.Da, e mai bine cand poti sa fugi si sa nu te mai complici, e mai bine sa primitivizezi lucrurile pentru ca e varianta cea mai usoara pentru tine, va fi mereu mai usor sa zici "&lt;em&gt;nu se/mai/ poate&lt;/em&gt;" decat "&lt;em&gt;nu vreau sa rezolv&lt;/em&gt;".E mai simplu sa renunti si sa pleci, e mai usor sa creezi o problema de care ulterior, sa nu te ocupi, chiar daca rezolvarea a fost motivul pentru care ai inventat-o.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E mai usor sa spui ca &lt;em&gt;nu stii cum&lt;/em&gt; decat ca &lt;em&gt;nu ai de gand.&lt;/em&gt;Te inteleg, cand ti-a fost mai lesne sa inchei just when things were getting better, decat sa continui si sa te gandesti la eventualele praguri care trebuiau trecute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why choose the easy way, when getting throug situations is much more fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-1971563041902311321?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/1971563041902311321/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/existam-dar-nu-traim.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1971563041902311321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/1971563041902311321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/existam-dar-nu-traim.html' title='existam \dar nu traim'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-9107607594673990191</id><published>2009-01-28T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:17:15.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;things i write [about] aren't for any him, her, them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;huh few really matter.;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-9107607594673990191?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/9107607594673990191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9107607594673990191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/9107607594673990191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2013527273129041727</id><published>2009-01-27T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:17:31.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>emotional rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"wondering, pondering, just sitting here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feels like I alwas go through deja-vu."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't mind whether I was &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but now I'm spinning round and round all over again and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all of a sudden I think I should've&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2013527273129041727?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2013527273129041727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-rollercoaster.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2013527273129041727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2013527273129041727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='emotional rollercoaster'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8842276061967441666</id><published>2009-01-27T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:17:48.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>Leapsa : "If I were a boy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr0Ef4qI/AAAAAAAAACk/uBlKTqqg1C8/s1600-h/xin_01120315155680264457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr0Ef4qI/AAAAAAAAACk/uBlKTqqg1C8/s320/xin_01120315155680264457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990922429850274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr3lBJFI/AAAAAAAAACc/0v66itJuuIU/s1600-h/gwen_stefani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr3lBJFI/AAAAAAAAACc/0v66itJuuIU/s320/gwen_stefani1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990923371553874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr6ekyFI/AAAAAAAAACU/zi0VZbAYNq0/s1600-h/gwen-stefanis-lamb-purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr6ekyFI/AAAAAAAAACU/zi0VZbAYNq0/s320/gwen-stefanis-lamb-purse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990924149835858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jrnAxhFI/AAAAAAAAACM/STB5Q41h5lo/s1600-h/gwen-stefani-picture-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jrnAxhFI/AAAAAAAAACM/STB5Q41h5lo/s320/gwen-stefani-picture-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990918924567634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;de la &lt;a href="http://dirrtylooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gwen Stefani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca No Doubt nu ar fi fost ce a fost fara ea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca si solo ii merge bine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca are stil &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca e una din foaaarte putinele gagici care pot purta par blond platinat, ruj rosu si imprimeu leopard (sau, in general, orice "aranjament" kitschos in sine) fara sa para vulgare sau prost imbracate si fara sa fie copii fidele ale lui Marylin(nu ca asta ar fi ceva rau)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca zambeste mai mereu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca, indiferent ce poarta/canta are atitudine si incredere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca are pielea alba si trasaturi imperfecte, dar armonioase si bine proportionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca arata al naibii de bine dupa doua sarcini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pentru ca are L.A.M.B. - un label total diferit fata de "tiparul" labelurilor de vedeta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In continuare leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://rommie3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rommie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8842276061967441666?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8842276061967441666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/leapsa-if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8842276061967441666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8842276061967441666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/leapsa-if-i-were-boy.html' title='Leapsa : &quot;If I were a boy&quot;'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SX8jr0Ef4qI/AAAAAAAAACk/uBlKTqqg1C8/s72-c/xin_01120315155680264457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7128251423020041551</id><published>2009-01-27T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:18:01.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>What song describes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;imi pare rau ca nu mai retin pe ce blog am vazut leapsa asta, pentru ca din pacate nu-l salvasem in bookmarks sau in alta parte, deci ideea nu e tocmai a mea, insa mi s-a parut foarte draguta.Treaba e in felul urmator, si anume ca raspunsul la intrebari trebuie sa fie o melodie.O melodie care te duce cu gandul la, care reprezinta sau care ti se pare reprezentativa pur si simplu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Azi a fost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cliche, but it fits - &lt;strong&gt;Daniel Powter - Bad Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Starea de acum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paolo Nutini - Rewind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Liceu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vitamin C - Graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Cum te vad ceilalti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Saints - Rock Steady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.Cum te simti tu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina Spektor - Fidelity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Ai vrut sa spui si nu ai spus totusi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHCP - By the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.Cand esti fericit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Velvet Underground - I'm sticking with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.Gri...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - Keep Breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.Prietenii tai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blink 182 - What's my age again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.Oamenii...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anastacia ft. Ben Moody - Everything burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In continuare, leapsa merge spre &lt;a href="http://rommie3000.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rommie&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://dirrtylooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si spre &lt;a href="http://capitolul7.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andra &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://notworkingclasshero.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lucian&lt;/a&gt;, pentru ca pot:))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7128251423020041551?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7128251423020041551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-song-describes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7128251423020041551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7128251423020041551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-song-describes.html' title='What song describes...'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-865911193363642462</id><published>2009-01-25T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:18:23.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>upgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sometimes things don't turn up the way we'd like to, just because we let'em pass by while we're too busy planning them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sorry i didn;t say things when i should have, the way it should [have] be[en].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-865911193363642462?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/865911193363642462/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/upgrade.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/865911193363642462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/865911193363642462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/upgrade.html' title='upgrade'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8133580275619332139</id><published>2009-01-21T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:18:39.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><title type='text'>parampampam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the way things should be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get along,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8133580275619332139?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8133580275619332139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/parampampam.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8133580275619332139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8133580275619332139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/parampampam.html' title='parampampam'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6222625848241720028</id><published>2009-01-20T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:18:53.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>like</title><content type='html'>excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  the feeling of lively and cheerful joy;  &lt;br /&gt;2.  the state of being emotionally aroused and worked up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6222625848241720028?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6222625848241720028/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/like.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6222625848241720028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6222625848241720028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/like.html' title='like'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2440927474268318770</id><published>2009-01-20T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:19:07.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><title type='text'>on light coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i guess i just used to say things aren't the way i want them to be, just as an excuse for not trying harder or not trying at all.lazyness:"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy happy happy for no concrete reason whatsoever \:D/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;faave song right now:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBsITYYSAWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBsITYYSAWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2440927474268318770?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2440927474268318770/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-light-coke.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2440927474268318770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2440927474268318770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-light-coke.html' title='on light coke'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3970796566241577760</id><published>2009-01-19T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:19:46.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>could get better.pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3970796566241577760?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3970796566241577760/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/things.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3970796566241577760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3970796566241577760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7147127555143569169</id><published>2009-01-16T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:20:16.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>slow down, you crazy child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SXDmPDeVQqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lcfDbPvIDiY/s1600-h/brilliant_drops__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SXDmPDeVQqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lcfDbPvIDiY/s320/brilliant_drops__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291982708465287842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;where's the fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what's the hurry about you'd better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool if off before you burn it out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you;ve got so much to do and only so many hours in a day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but you know that when the truth is told that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can get what you want or you can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just get old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7147127555143569169?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7147127555143569169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down-you-crazy-child.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7147127555143569169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7147127555143569169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down-you-crazy-child.html' title='slow down, you crazy child'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SXDmPDeVQqI/AAAAAAAAABw/lcfDbPvIDiY/s72-c/brilliant_drops__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-215833482087516230</id><published>2009-01-16T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:20:36.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>a whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;mi-am amintit in urma cu doua zile, cand facea mama[;x] gogosi, cum framantam cand aveam de la 4 pana pe la 9 ani vreo bucatica mica de aluat alaturi de mama, cu atata ardoare si pasiune incat ai fi crezut ca urma sa ma pasioneze activitatea[aparent, inca n-a iesit la iveala mega talentul sau mega dorinta mea de a invata sa gatesc, pur si simplu nu am rabdare].Mereu faceam ursuleti.Tin minte ca, odata, am facut un soi de tablouas, o constructie din asta complicata care mi se lipea de maini si nu stiam cum sa fac sa iasa cat mai bine.Nu eram prea dezamagita cand, dupa ce mama prajea toate minunatiile care-mi treceau prin minte si care puteau fi foarte simplu concentrate intr-un amestec de faina, lapte si ce-se-mai-pune-in-gogosi, nu ieseau asa cum imi imaginam.Insa le mancam cu o deosebita placere, bineinteles dupa primeam laudele tuturor din casa [mai ales atunci cand era bunica la noi...bunica...].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mereu cand buni venea la noi, jocul preferat era cel 'de-a studenta'.Luam niste carti, dintre care imi amintesc perfect de indreptarul ortografic, ortoepic si de punctuatie care acum sta undeva intr-o cutie, prafuit de ani si de timp, si ne jucam ca si cum eu as fi fost studenta.Nu era nicio regula, nicio replica bine stabilita, dar imi placea.Si tin minte o anume zi cand am fost profund ranita si suparata pt ca nu a vrut sa se joace cu mine, si am parat-o lui tata si toate lucrurile s-au rezolvat, that easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zilele trecute, am incercat sa fac din nou un ursulet.In acelasi ritual, l-am prajit si l-am mancat.N-a mai fost bunica sa ma laude.N-a mai avut acelasi gust. N-a mai fost asa usor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-215833482087516230?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/215833482087516230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/whisper.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/215833482087516230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/215833482087516230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/whisper.html' title='a whisper'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-4947028848053812824</id><published>2009-01-12T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:21:14.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>vezi tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWuVJOve4NI/AAAAAAAAABo/xDY72qq8Ngs/s1600-h/Looking_up_Bp_by_ideoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWuVJOve4NI/AAAAAAAAABo/xDY72qq8Ngs/s320/Looking_up_Bp_by_ideoda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290486173085393106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;n-ar mai conta sa stiu &lt;em&gt;unde&lt;/em&gt; si &lt;em&gt;ce&lt;/em&gt; n-am putut...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's sth you could use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-4947028848053812824?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/4947028848053812824/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/vezi-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4947028848053812824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/4947028848053812824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/vezi-tu.html' title='vezi tu'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWuVJOve4NI/AAAAAAAAABo/xDY72qq8Ngs/s72-c/Looking_up_Bp_by_ideoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8738507517731275768</id><published>2009-01-10T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:21:36.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>we're /not/ fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whenever "I'm fine" I'm just trying to say things are not quite easy for me, and whenever things get this whicked I don't wanna accept when and where did you turn this way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope things turn up the way you wish.[friends?!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmV6_oc2lwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmV6_oc2lwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8738507517731275768?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8738507517731275768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-not-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8738507517731275768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8738507517731275768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-not-fine.html' title='we&apos;re /not/ fine'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3116056961274428488</id><published>2009-01-07T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:24:04.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>what keeps us going on and on, over again...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;we should really appreciate every single moment of our life, whether it's right or wrong, as we never know when things might get a &lt;em&gt;fatal error.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;do this, and that, and everything you wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3116056961274428488?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3116056961274428488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-keeps-us-going-on-and-on-over.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3116056961274428488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3116056961274428488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-keeps-us-going-on-and-on-over.html' title='what keeps us going on and on, over again...?!'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-6050159454618723270</id><published>2009-01-06T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:17:28.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is that alright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;thing come to an end as if they never existed, and get to reborn in other places, with other people, other feelings and other situations, and eventually they define each and every single bit of Us, of You or Me, so that we can move on [without] wondering when and where will Us or You or Me reborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time passes, things get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more comfortable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[song obsession:x]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNLNVRw343I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNLNVRw343I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-6050159454618723270?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/6050159454618723270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-that-alright.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6050159454618723270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/6050159454618723270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-that-alright.html' title='is that alright?'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-8295892750260176814</id><published>2008-12-31T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:24:57.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SVtO7s1TIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sZGkSVtMfOE/s1600-h/Raining_Fireworks_by_couleur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SVtO7s1TIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sZGkSVtMfOE/s320/Raining_Fireworks_by_couleur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285905375203369282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;preparing for the New Year Party\:D/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c ya all in 2009, Happy New Year!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-8295892750260176814?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/8295892750260176814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8295892750260176814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/8295892750260176814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SVtO7s1TIUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sZGkSVtMfOE/s72-c/Raining_Fireworks_by_couleur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3903070494889941079</id><published>2008-12-28T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:25:14.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i rule'/><title type='text'>count to ten [review]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anul asta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am invatat ca nimeni nu-i perfect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ mi-am dat seama, in mare, ce vreau si cam care-i ideea in  a face anumite lucruri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ asa cum ma asteptam, nu am facut &lt;em&gt;unele&lt;/em&gt; lucruri [nu ca ar fi ceva rau:"&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am renuntat la unele obiceiuri si prietenii care nu aveau niciun fel de rost sau target final&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ mi-am dat examenul Cambridge.Una din chestiile care ma face sa fiu foarte multumita, nu de examenul in sine[pentru ca n-am facut cat de bine ar fi trebuit sa fac] ci de faptul ca m-am putut mobiliza sa fac ceva intr-adevar folositor si cu sens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am invatat sa nu mai fiu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exagerat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de pretentioasa si sa las de la mine [doar atunci cand e nevoie, normal]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am capatat prieteni despre care simt ca vor mai fi aici ceva timp from now on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ mi-am dat seama cam unde, cine si cum (se)merita, si cine nu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am putut sa nu mai spun "nu" dupa prea putina vreme, si sa trec peste aspecte in fond, neimportante si de suprafata [and still working on it:)), prietenii stiu:))]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am avut parte de una din cele mai linistitoare si needed vacante din ultima vreme &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ nu am mai chiulit asa mult, si mi-am dat o idee mai mult interesul pentru chestii legate de scoala :-B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am mai crescut, pe bune, un an&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am purtat tocuri muuuult mai des[:)))]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ incep sa inteleg pe bune cand, cum, unde si cu cine &lt;em&gt;trebuie&lt;/em&gt; si &lt;em&gt;se poate :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ am inteles ce-i important pe bune. :-s :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-nu am reusit sa renunt la singurul meu viciu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pe alocuri, am incercat prea mult sa vad ca se poate, unde era clar ca era aproape imposibil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-nu m-am straduit cat am putut referitor la unele situatii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-nu am apreciat mereu ce si cat am avut/am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll give this year an A+.:d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3903070494889941079?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3903070494889941079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-to-ten-review.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3903070494889941079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3903070494889941079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-to-ten-review.html' title='count to ten [review]'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-3922646558859995481</id><published>2008-12-26T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:25:42.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about'/><title type='text'>it was like remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWC5BMLO_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/IT3p8m0bvG4/s1600-h/The_Sky_is_Broken_by_brambura33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWC5BMLO_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/IT3p8m0bvG4/s320/The_Sky_is_Broken_by_brambura33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287429392632315858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"something I'd never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was something I'd forgotten or something I've been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're about two years and a half late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-3922646558859995481?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/3922646558859995481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-like-remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3922646558859995481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/3922646558859995481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-like-remembering.html' title='it was like remembering'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SWC5BMLO_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/IT3p8m0bvG4/s72-c/The_Sky_is_Broken_by_brambura33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-5927385741463930822</id><published>2008-12-26T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:28:02.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby take off your cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dintotdeauna scartaitul zapezii sub cizme e unul din sunetele care imi provoaca cea mai "cu fiori" stare, in sensul bun, evident.Chiar daca zapada se aseamana cu situatiile in care atatia ne impotmolim fara rost si ne concentram pe partea proasta, in loc sa vedem partea buna.Ca atunci cand, mai aluneci din cand in cand si poate uneori cazi, dar indiferent cat de tare te lovesti tot te ridici si mergi mai departe.De cele mai multe ori fara sa mai admiri cat de frumos e impodobit orasul de luminite si de ninsoare, pentru ca, de fapt, admirandu-le ai cazut.A meritat oare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we let things get out of control just so that we can victimize or just to find a solution to our imaginary problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our life is what we make of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-5927385741463930822?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/5927385741463930822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-take-off-your-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5927385741463930822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/5927385741463930822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-take-off-your-cool.html' title='baby take off your cool'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-7668963926335773604</id><published>2008-12-24T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:33:10.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry Merry</title><content type='html'>...Merry X-Mas!:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-7668963926335773604?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/7668963926335773604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-merry.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7668963926335773604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/7668963926335773604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-merry.html' title='Merry Merry Merry'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2358511255204133838</id><published>2008-12-23T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:41:02.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventy-four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's weird how things can change in such little time, leaving no things and no facts to talk about, no jokes to laugh at and no words to say.You just keep staring at the window, and all you can see now is a sad, over-whelming fade image of what things used to be like, even that short period of time, in which you used to think without thinking being compulsory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Got no reason" - indeed, I've got no reason for wonderning this, but I can't seem to understand how things faded so easily, without noticing any difference or without being sorry, even for a second, as it was known that this was the right thing to do.Even though I'm ok with everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to say that it's gonna be just fine, no matter what.I must say... sometimes it's just "too" fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2358511255204133838?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2358511255204133838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/seventy-four.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2358511255204133838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2358511255204133838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/seventy-four.html' title='seventy-four.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-626728455595284105</id><published>2008-12-23T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:21:00.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de Craciun, fii mai...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In ultimii...sa zicem 4 ani de cand am inceput sa constientizez anumite situatii si lucruri, pot sa spun ca ma cuprinde un sentiment destul de acru cand ma gandesc la ziua ce precede o sarbatoare importanta(si nu numai religioasa, ci si chestii gen zile de nastere, sarbatori de familie in general).Nu am putut intelege nici pana acum de ce mereu semnificatia de baza a sarbatorii este blurata de niste lucruri mai mult decat de suprafata, incepand de la "oare n-o sa comenteze musafirii ca servetelele nu se asorteaza?'" si pana la "vai sa ii accepti punctul de vedere, ca sa nu ajungeti iar la o discutie in contradictoriu si sa se strice atmosfera".De cand am facut 13-14 ani nu a existat an in care sa fiu complet calma si relaxata inaintea Pastelui, Craciunului sau a vreunei zile de nastere.Chiar si inaintea zilei mele de nastere, tot exista ceva care ma irita si ma streseaza(hm, nu vreau sa mi inchipui cum o sa fie peste exact 3 luni, la majoratul meu:-?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A existat intr-adevar un moment in care nu m-am stresat cu 'de-ale casei', si anume acum exact un an, cand ma stresam pentru ca eram blocata pe un aeroport european, cu slabe sanse de a ajunge acasa macar in seara Ajunului.But that's not my point, ci acela ca un procent prea mare de oameni au uitat sa se bucure pe bune de sarbatori, de momentele petrecute in familie, au uitat sa-si arate sentimentele si sa se bucure de clipa in sine, si bineinteles ca mai trist este ca atunci ca nu mai au de unde sa fabrice clipele astea, regreta nespus si-si doresc sa nu fi mototolit sentimente si vorbe undeva intr-un colt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;warning sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-626728455595284105?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/626728455595284105/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-craciun-fii-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/626728455595284105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/626728455595284105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-craciun-fii-mai.html' title='de Craciun, fii mai...?!'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-979464559652278711</id><published>2008-12-20T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:30:28.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you think things might get better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;everything happens for a reason. - "si mie trebuie sa mi se aminteasca din cand in cand asta".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pana la un anumit punct credeam ca mereu daca voi face efortul maxim posibil, voi putea obtine si lucruri, situatii, relatii sau obiecte care aparent nu aveau nici o utilitate, nici o legatura concreta cu ce-mi doream de fapt.Chiar daca "nu era sa fie" - pf, eu puteam sa fac sa fie orice, nu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pana intr-un noiembrie plin de minusuri in temperatura si in emotii, plin de cuvinte si de expresii.Pana la scrumul de tigara ramas pe marginea mesei, sau poate tigara stinsa si reaprinsa ever once in a while, sau chiar bricheta care nu s-a mai aprins la un moment dat.Si mult timp dupa aceea n-am crezut ca exista un "asa trebuia sa se intample", doar un "asa trebuia sa se intample tocmai mie", si acum stau si ma uit la post it-urile de pe perete pline de cuvinte de engleza si la strada goala si friguroasa unde au fost sa fie plimbari pe timp de ploaie, garnisite cu ciocolata si cu povesti.Si nu-mi dau inca seama ce a fost exact si care a fost influenta asupra ce nu mai este acum, dar daca nu era sa fie, noi n-am mai fi ajuns tocmai aici si tu n-ai mai fi fost cum esti si eu n-as mai fi simtit tot ce-a fost ca definitoriu pentru ce avea sa urmeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motivul, normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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better.'/><author><name>Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245599813256257208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXtI9qWhm5w/SbVJ940vxnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CGw6rqy9808/S220/rrN0j2245735-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876796599301041329.post-2006510014514692681</id><published>2008-12-06T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:57:23.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>era demult</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sau poate e acum.[cine sunt, cine esti,,]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek3l8joNDZg"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ek3l8joNDZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-2006510014514692681?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/feeds/2006510014514692681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettywind.blogspot.com/2008/12/era-demult.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876796599301041329/posts/default/2006510014514692681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pot scoate la iveala vorbe din categoria celor care raman cuminti la 'iesire' de fiecare data cand ai vrea si ai simti ca trebuie sa le spui.Un anume fel de diplomatie, nu-i asa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si daca nu cu ei, cu cine sa mai fim sinceri si ce sa mai spunem ca sa voalam tot ce credem de fapt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru ca in fond, mintim cu fiecare silaba si fiecare propozitie "trebuia sa vorbesc frumos", si niciodata nu ajungem sa spunem ce ne-am dori sau ce consideram ca e mai bine.Si se ajunge apoi la constatarea "Pana acum credeai altfel" intr-un moment neplacut, dar nu, nu credeam altfel, nu aveam curajul sau poate nepasarea suficienta cat sa spun ce cred si ce vreau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ti-a mai ramas o virgula rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876796599301041329-9136648312096719408?l=prettywind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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