tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27865639398792808942024-03-06T00:08:42.165-08:00Her life.SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-75818570273352483952013-05-07T10:39:00.001-07:002013-05-07T10:39:33.058-07:00SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-63624647996483095122012-07-29T14:03:00.006-07:002012-07-29T14:06:16.819-07:00Hello again.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cdIcP12Kd5k" width="420"></iframe><br />
Ha, amuzant cum intr-un an iti schimbi atat de mult gandirea si sentimente. E incredibil cum poate actiona mintea umana, ca sa nu mai zic de inima.<br />
Mi-am iesit din mana, inspiratia e inca la locul ei... Si sti, e ciudat cat de repede iti poti schimba sentimentele si gandirea despre o persoana imediat ce ai intalnit-o pe a doua. Ciudat, nu? Si, desi li se intampla lucrul atator persoane, nici una nu poate explica de ce. De ce? De ce? De ce? Stai si iti bati capul cu problema asta pana cand incepi sa iti inventezi propriile rapsunsuri... gresite desigur.<br />
Era un timp cand visam la povestea de dragoste a Cenuseresei. Te duci la un bal, te indragostesti de cel mai fermecator barbat care, atat de indragostit de tine face tot posibilul sa te gaseasca, apoi traiti fericiti pana la adanci batraneti. Cat de frumos si totusi fals.<br />
Schimband subiectul. Stateam si imi inchipuiam cat de urat am "ars-o" vacanta asta. Desigur, a fost amuzant, persoanele potrivite, locul potrivit. Dar parca lipseste ceva. Acum, de exemplu, ma vad undeva la Padina, stand pe butucul meu favorit de acolo, cu o ciocolata calda in mana, cu hanoracul rosu pe mine, ascultand muzica la maxim in castile mele ca apoi sa o opresc pentru a asculta ciudateniile din padure, in timp ce ma uit la stele si descoperind fiecare zodie si forma astrala de pe acel cer limpede. Sa stiu ca sunt singura acolo, constienta ca poate veni ursul din clipa in clipa (vorbesc serios), simtind mirosul de gratar. Apoi sa adorm iar dimineata sa ma trezesc, si sa ma uit pe geam, din camera mea unde am cea mai buna vedere la raul care curge neobosit, si la pasarile care-si canta armonios cantecele. Sa ies afara si sa ma atinga razele soarelui ca in locul unui "buna dimineata".<br />
Asdfghjkllll. Vise, prea multe vise.
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<br />SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-48548718570018559742011-12-28T14:44:00.001-08:002011-12-28T14:51:29.834-08:00Sfat.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr45AteBaGxenKCRP4Hymdb1EmuiWwQ576CONs9IJ43J_YyElNDAS57T14sRaAClkD1BY9HA3A5IzF6pUjl-740xGtzvWg1IpLRDpacMpJ71ax-B1hotjIVf4K7IMF10sSTVJAibj4ka50/s1600/girl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr45AteBaGxenKCRP4Hymdb1EmuiWwQ576CONs9IJ43J_YyElNDAS57T14sRaAClkD1BY9HA3A5IzF6pUjl-740xGtzvWg1IpLRDpacMpJ71ax-B1hotjIVf4K7IMF10sSTVJAibj4ka50/s400/girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691315599170908626" /></a><br /><p>Mereu auzim aceste cuvinte"Lasa, iti raman amintirile". Ok, amintirile raman, dar cu ce te ajuta? Iti reamintesc doar de ce a fost in trecut... de voi doi. Te ranesc pentru ca sunt minunate dar nu pot reveni in viata ta. Asa ca tu traiesti in iluzia lor. Crezi ca sunt vii si odata cu ele si sentimentele daruite atunci. Dar nu sunt. Unul dintre voi mereu uita mai repede, unul poate deja a uitat, asa ca poti sa inchei toata povstea si sa lasi deoparte aceste gunoaie numite amintiri cu care nu ai ce sa faci. A trecut peste.<span style="color:#ff0000;"> <em><strong>Fa-o si tu!</strong></em></span> </p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-6963941513773507812011-12-02T13:49:00.000-08:002011-12-02T14:15:03.033-08:00My dream.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVSXf8gcTvEgk1myw1iwkRd5ZX2Xrt6XNV7lZVH0iw-Y1Rm89jCgLarnGB7rxFhvHwxcAmg8Dmaexk7AJxNWDPyLiuRD4bDgzYT3w-ZJRgeP-6cr0cP8yN6ickeFXEayrmr46efg1CSGL/s1600/girl%252Cwater%252Cphotography%252Cdress%252Cfavorites%252Clake-3635bd5bc7933a0f0a9a84f0acaf49c1_h.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVSXf8gcTvEgk1myw1iwkRd5ZX2Xrt6XNV7lZVH0iw-Y1Rm89jCgLarnGB7rxFhvHwxcAmg8Dmaexk7AJxNWDPyLiuRD4bDgzYT3w-ZJRgeP-6cr0cP8yN6ickeFXEayrmr46efg1CSGL/s400/girl%252Cwater%252Cphotography%252Cdress%252Cfavorites%252Clake-3635bd5bc7933a0f0a9a84f0acaf49c1_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681657706435425074" /></a><br /><br />"X o place pe Y dar Y il place pe alt X care X place pe dracu". Dar de ce nu poate doar ca X sa o placa pe Y si Y sa l placa pe X? <br /><br />facem asa. o ecuatie.<br /><br />x + y= ?<br />x + y + x= problema<br /><br />deci<br />2x + y= nu merge<br /><br />asa ca schimbam si<br />2(x+y)/2=> x(al doilea) + y= imposibil<br /><br />pentru ca<br />x nu o divide pe y desi y il divide pe y<br /><br />si ajungem la MULTIMEA VIDA!<br /><br />Ok... gata cu matematica. <br />Hei, smile! E decemebrie. Iarnaaaa, zapadaaa care nu eeeee. Cam naspa nu? Ummmm. Pai pai, vine ea. Trebuie sa vina. In sufletul meu a venit deja, deci garantez ca vine si la voi.<br />Incerc sa zambesc de buna impresie, ca sa nu par ciudat, ca sa para ca ma simt bine... Nu ma simt bine! Nu ma mai simt de 4 zile incoace. Motivul? Necunoscut pentru voi, si asa o sa ramana.<br />Si visez, cum incerc sa ma ridic din tarana de lacrimi amare, blesteme si dorinte neimplinite in care ma aflu. Imi cer scuze ca te-am ranit, nu asta am vrut:).<br />Nu am vrut si nu mai vreau nimic. Vreau doar sa traiesc intr-un vis din care sa nu ma mai traiesc. Sa ma aflu undeva, langa un lac, cu acel cineva special langa mine care sa ma i-a de mana si sa-mi sopteasca numai cuvinte dulci care sa ma faca sa tremur de placerea cuvintelor spuse de el. Apoi din senin o sa inceapa ploaia, el o sa dispara iar eu o sa raman speriata, tot intinsa pe pamantul acum ud. Sa simt cum ploaia imi ataca gingas corpul inghetat. Pielea palida, gura rigida, ochii larg deschisi, imi gasesc sfarsitul acolo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOe7tLi9xWLWKZuwKBnW-cSsdfgq8TZKmdn04PircVwZDIXNrzEKEyQLd67B45mru6FqvWy8_am0dYr_kBmPym_22QLKgozYtx1nVBNEXjNdo-CpLCXgKwENsj06S0-TZb9mYK5v9kLPf/s1600/beauty-black-and-white-dock-girl-happy-lake-Favim.com-40270.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOe7tLi9xWLWKZuwKBnW-cSsdfgq8TZKmdn04PircVwZDIXNrzEKEyQLd67B45mru6FqvWy8_am0dYr_kBmPym_22QLKgozYtx1nVBNEXjNdo-CpLCXgKwENsj06S0-TZb9mYK5v9kLPf/s400/beauty-black-and-white-dock-girl-happy-lake-Favim.com-40270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681657629586906722" /></a>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-47785342946738838532011-11-16T13:00:00.000-08:002011-11-16T13:21:59.834-08:00Meditatie pentru cateva secunde.<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PyYQxY-ZyX8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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<br />"Fantezia nu este decat inceputul"
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<br />Hm... Afirmatia asta ma duce cu gandul la mai multe ganduri. La cum imi vine sa inchid ochiii ca apoi sa ii deschid si sa ma trezesc pe o plaja pustie, cu nisipul care sa se joace delicat in palmele mele, cu vantul care sa-mi sopteasca la ureche cantecele mele preferate, si sa simt cu marea imi atinge usor talpile, facandu-ma sa ma ridic incet pentru a observa ce e in jurul meu urmand ca dupa sa ma trezesc in spatiul, intr-un loc necunoscut al universului. Sa simt ca pot atinge orice entitate a spatiului. Sa simt ca pot controla ce vreau eu si ca destinul meu si al celorlalti este in mainile mele.
<br />Si totusi parca dintr-o data ma trezesc intr-o sala de bal, dansand un vals vienez cu un oarecare tanar necunoscut. Sa ma las purtata in bratele lui ferme dar totusi delicate care imi cuprind trupul, si rochia din matase, bleu inchis care se muleaza usor pana la brau si apoi cade cu delicatete pana la glezne. Si parul meu prins intr-un coc elegant de culoare castanie asteapta tacut finalul dansului. Cu ochii inchisi ma las purtata de ritmul dansului si sper sa nu se mai termine. Sa simt lumea cum se uita mandra catre noi si impresinata. Picioarele nu vor sa simta oboseala si continua in acest stil pana la terminarea dansului. Sa ma simt ametita de la parfumul lui insa sa nu pot sa ii vad privirea. Sa creeam un moment format numai din atingeri gentile si dans. Sa folosim limbajul dansului pentru a ne cunoaste mai bine. La terminarea dansului el imi atinge usor mana cu buzele lui dupa care dispare in multime. Si dintr-o data sa ma simt goala, goala inauntr-ul meu si confuza. Confuza, confuza, confuza.
<br />SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-4181952351909046362011-10-31T14:15:00.000-07:002011-11-01T01:12:46.292-07:00Like...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichXz4HS5LCGK39rdzhjHDz0iTvjymNlJRlUmLOwsqhTwqY473KE4wSRZJShStz58FwGUUQm0iP7j57uMgBOx4b75KILXaXWbXQ4rJT73eQRigseIMbH034i3ApCDJuXY7zq_dsjorU8k7/s1600/903742sad_girl.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichXz4HS5LCGK39rdzhjHDz0iTvjymNlJRlUmLOwsqhTwqY473KE4wSRZJShStz58FwGUUQm0iP7j57uMgBOx4b75KILXaXWbXQ4rJT73eQRigseIMbH034i3ApCDJuXY7zq_dsjorU8k7/s400/903742sad_girl.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669770775301939906" /></a><br />I'm feeling so happy... but why this wind of sadness doesn't leave me alone? <br />I found my happiness... but why those tears don't stop?<br />Somebody just mixed my emotions and made me what I am today, and what I feel today, this week, this month, this and the next year... <br /><br />She started to think about her past. Last year was different, indeed. It was other him, other feelings, other world, other sound of talk at the phone at night, other kisses, other hugs, other passion. They aren't the same. Actually, they are very different but she is feeling the same. Why? Why this wave of thoughts and memories are in her head? It could be the fact that last year, on this time, maybe at this hour, she was with the other? Maybe. He hurt her. She won't suffer like that ever again or that's what she hopes. The new "him" has made her happy. (so far by now.)<br />She is afraid of those two words : TWO WEEKS. I don't want to tell the reason, she knows it very well.<br />The thing is. It's a new "him", it's a new "they", it will be a new "her".<br />She will find her peace, she will be happy... someday.SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-60533915598984413442011-10-11T12:26:00.000-07:002011-10-11T12:43:41.462-07:00Early winter.Duude. Winter had came earlier this year. And with winter i mean those feelings that it brings to me. That feelings of confusion, sorrow and pain. I hate them, but at the same time i can't live without them. I've started to think about this thing, this unimportant nown in the vocabulary but so important in our life: soulmate. What's up with it?!This world comes with another one: LOVE. Love... who knows this feeling afterall? We were always told that we will know when it will be the time and that it couldn't be described in words. Hm. Ok, but we always use it without mean it. I mean how many time you've said" I love you" in joke or because you were kind of forced to say it? So here's something to think about. What is like to feel your true soulmate and to give to him/her unconditionally love? How does it feel like? Could we imagine the feeling or it's just a fantasy?SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-37842179182345550392011-07-01T13:28:00.000-07:002011-07-01T14:07:15.467-07:00Amintiri.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwl-A_hlNQ1S0LtyhPdT_ZoRY7StrU2ZDOTcM5nTrzSbAGJqYWAbUqFFMcbeIcXxh0IihA322qAaQz8hEzoe3216DO8_khPkAepJ5DYaHO8LIgLWl8Xufp3OKw1JwDuXIB0RoTvKp617oD/s1600/istockphoto_6091248-little-kids-running.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwl-A_hlNQ1S0LtyhPdT_ZoRY7StrU2ZDOTcM5nTrzSbAGJqYWAbUqFFMcbeIcXxh0IihA322qAaQz8hEzoe3216DO8_khPkAepJ5DYaHO8LIgLWl8Xufp3OKw1JwDuXIB0RoTvKp617oD/s320/istockphoto_6091248-little-kids-running.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624491526109573618" /></a><br />In nimicul pe care noi il numim viata se pot inampla lucruri la care nu te-ai gandit vreodata. Treci pe strada crezand ca este ceva normal si numai ai timp sa te uiti imprejurul tau pentru a-ti cunoaste propriul "teren". Crezi ca le sti pe toate si totusi sunt atatea lucruri pe care ai vrea sa le aflii. <div>De cand ai fost mic ti-ai imaginat un anumit lucru si teoriile si logica ta de atunci iti par puierile acum. Te gandeai probabil "cum zboara avionul pentru ca, frate, este imposibil!" sau "pantofii din lac se numesc asa pentru ca poti sa calci in lac cu ei,nu?" sau " daca-mi ascut unghia cu ascutitoarea ce forma o sa aiba?" sau poate " priza asta are doua gauri negre. Hei ce chestie sunt cat degetele mele de subtiri. Ma intreb ce face?- ca apoi sa incepi sa plangi si sa nu ai curajul sa ii spui mamei ce s-a intamplat". Cel putin "perlele" astea le faceam/gandeam/spuneam eu. Deasemenea toate fricile provocate de catre parintii pentru a te feri de belele(asa spui ei.) avand grija ca in fiecare avertisment sa contina si o doza de ironie:" Ai grija. Daca iti dai cu lama de ras pe mana o sa-ti creasca parul ca de mamut.!" sau "mananca tot sau numai cresti mare!(frate pe bune, cum sa ramai de nici juma de metru?!)" si de fiecare data cand faceai vreo boacana iti bagau o replica "ti-am spus eu! de ce numai ascultat?!". Da sigur... de parca frica ar bate curiozitatea atunci cand esti mic. Stai si te gandesti la ce ai facut cand erai mic si iti asculti rudele cu jena cand iti povestesc cum " ai facut un cucui cat un pepene dupa ce sareai in pat si ai venit cu capul in perete" sau "atunci cand jucai de-a fat-ascunselea si, in distractia ta nu observi fierul care e pe cale sa-ti intre in cap" sau ce zici de vremea cand " te distrai asa de mult incat ai intarziat 3 ore acasa si te-ai trezit singur, in fata usii, parintii tai adormind demult, convinsi ca esti in camera ta si facand ochii cat farfuriile atunci cand te vad plangand in fata usii"oh, sau fraza preferata alor mei"mai tineti minte cand era Valeria mica si i-a furat copanul de pui din farfuria lui tataie? Am poza cu ea! Hai! Sa v-o arat!" iar eu una bag capul in pamant si rad de buna impresie, dandu-i coate mamei si spunand"dar chiar nu este nevoie! creed ca am vazut ceva pe geam. Hai sa vedem ce este!" . </div><div>Acum totul e amuzant si te gandesti cat de mult ti-ar placea sa retraiesti acele clipe, in timp ce atunci cand erai mic te iti faceai planuri pentru "un maret viitor", dar nu te gandesti la momentul in care traiesti si, deasemenea nu te gandesti ca el trece odata cu aceste ganduri si aceste randuri. Iubesti, plangi, atingi, gusti, simti, traiesti. Continua pe drumul asta.</div>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-74416836439872145802011-06-12T12:42:00.000-07:002011-06-12T13:04:14.838-07:00Question? No, please.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtd_va5tWEkSp78zRe-SLkGE96EqrgguN_duHLeuu41Wm8sPd3w67kix-jvcGD8XCMeD9LMkU451_YxzoBXXk28jobBi_yv9vsqzCEbrxIBMvSxzETN-y4Yk-u0R4mDlwAmOqoD0zb2-6/s1600/stand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtd_va5tWEkSp78zRe-SLkGE96EqrgguN_duHLeuu41Wm8sPd3w67kix-jvcGD8XCMeD9LMkU451_YxzoBXXk28jobBi_yv9vsqzCEbrxIBMvSxzETN-y4Yk-u0R4mDlwAmOqoD0zb2-6/s400/stand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617425926137256946" /></a><br />While I was walking today, I saw lots of people walking happy, smiling, having a good day. So I was thinking:" I was like them. Why?" Why did I change so much?<br />Look, I'm not ok. So you can stop asking me this, please, because it really sucks to hear this question everytime, knowing that I have to lie "yes, I'm fine." over and over again. You, just don't know.<br />Hundreds of persons have come and passed throw my life and it really hurts to see everyone just saying goodbye to all. Trust me, it hurts really bad.<br />The clock is ticking so fast I don't know if I can keep up with it anymore.<br />One day, I will find my peace. One day... One day I will be what I want.<br />Someone asked me a few weeks ago what would I be if i would want. I looked at her and didn't know what to say. I mean, what should I say?<br />-I would like to be a bird- To fly everywhere I want, to see new places whenever I want, to feel the wind throw my featers.<br />I would like to be a dog- To run freely on the streets without care if someone sees me.<br />I would like to be the moon- To bring light from the sun when the night is setting in the city.<br />I would like to be a tree- To change every single time without making people putting question marks on the about what is going on with me.<br />I would like to be the rain- To fall on the hot soil, refreshing it every time, to make people dance or sing, or even cry while I'm falling.<br />I would like to be a Phoenix- To rebirth from my ash everythime when my time coming.-<br />So tell me, how should I tell this to every person without considering me nuts? I'm not nuts, I'm just dreaming about something I could only be in my dream. Sometimes I wish I won't wake up, so my dream can continue for ever.<br />So, if you didn't understand all this, don't try. You won't get it anyway. I just want me back.<br /><br />Cheers.SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-58256758130868337902011-04-18T12:33:00.000-07:002011-04-18T12:57:11.209-07:00Continua!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95Xfeu3OTlbVmCzhHmbcqKk4nG4gYMwweBx9AVOri7oCMshzTQFg8R6zN039KvsDcD1jvZk7bm5bfP6QxrkZYrRzOPfRBf74l4ZI7mzGEQeug-OsNon2_zAgtiEsQgQDRJWALvBKF0QB5/s1600/61133_161805180502509_129255280424166_537270_125550_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95Xfeu3OTlbVmCzhHmbcqKk4nG4gYMwweBx9AVOri7oCMshzTQFg8R6zN039KvsDcD1jvZk7bm5bfP6QxrkZYrRzOPfRBf74l4ZI7mzGEQeug-OsNon2_zAgtiEsQgQDRJWALvBKF0QB5/s400/61133_161805180502509_129255280424166_537270_125550_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597013167387843634" /></a><br />Singurele lucruri frumoase sunt cele la care ai visat toata viata. Acel colt ascuns al lumii tale in care poti fi orice iti doresti. Poti sa faci orice pentru ca tu esti stapan. Culori-poti picta in culorile tale. Este lumea ta, sunt gandurile tale iar daca nu ai avut-o si nu o ai inseamna ca niciodata n-ai stiut ce e acela un vis si poti sa incerci sa explici cu toata logica ta fara sa pricepi vreodata<span style="color:#ff0000;">. </span><br />Vrei atitudine? Invata sa o dobandesti.<br />Vrei sarcasm? Invata sa razi.<br />Vrei razbunare? Invata sa pierzi.<br />Totul incepe cu inceputul. Anii ce au trecut pot sa fie totul pentru tine sau pot sa nu insemne nimic. Nici nu mai conteaza asta! Ideea este ca trebuie sa lupti pebtru ceea ce vrei, sa fi ranit, sa simti asta si sa-ti simti ranile cum se vindeca. Ele te pot impinge inainte sau te pot intoarce de unde ai plecat.<br />Poti sa lupti si sa pierzi sau sa fi de la inceput pierzator. Ranile sunt doar un pretext de a renunta fara a vedea finalul luptei.<br />Poate ca azi ploua dar maine poate totul va fi mai bine decat in ultima zi de soare. Poate nu e timpul tau acum- ASTEAPTA-L.!<br />Treci prin viata cu diferite sentimente pentru diferite persoane care, cu timpul oricum palesc(de tot sau nu). Vremea ta tot va veni si atunci orice cuvant va fi infim. Ti-ar trebui doar energia care iese usor din tine, afirmandu-se.<br />Daca ai curajul sa continui poti ajunge la destinatia dorita si foarte mult visata.<br />Esti puternic/a. Ai puterea sa treci peste tot. Inspira adanc si deschide ochii- poate fi mai usor decat pare<span style="color:#ff0000;">.!</span>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-12343047649562965862011-03-15T12:21:00.000-07:002011-03-15T12:39:16.669-07:00FREE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW36bp90fgtSPzlmKEFFeVMC0lKPkydtphDAnat4E_eQzZ-x2WplUPDlVdG3fFvh6ZigWUf_BzWAVyRYSXtxV5f4tOQMX6a11P31295ef5wGm4rT85ehZMtkeqdNNBpRkYfrNQV4E07YkT/s1600/her.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW36bp90fgtSPzlmKEFFeVMC0lKPkydtphDAnat4E_eQzZ-x2WplUPDlVdG3fFvh6ZigWUf_BzWAVyRYSXtxV5f4tOQMX6a11P31295ef5wGm4rT85ehZMtkeqdNNBpRkYfrNQV4E07YkT/s400/her.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584393204688945346" /></a><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xYxfTQaWPjw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />It's so good to feel the spring back in my soul again. <br />It's so good to feel so free, not broken, just FREE!<br />Feeling the sun on my skin is like refreshing the air. It feels so fiiiiine... Dude, I'M FREE! I was released from my depresed chains and now I feel that I can run and play and dance and sing like noone can see or hear me. <br />Omg I can't describe, it's so good not to think about somebody, cry or be depreeeseed. SCREW THAT! I'M FREE DUDE! Tralalalala, you know something? AVA IS BACK IN BUSSINESS! AND NEVER FORGET: YOU'LL NEVER BE SAFE WITH ME FROM NOW ON!<br /><br />So... FREE!SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-61401029538560542442011-03-13T05:32:00.001-07:002011-03-13T05:38:38.195-07:00Oriunde ai fi. (Pentru totdeauna)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAxk5MF3zsskWxh7MLCUvir2Cb2KLp9swZSFl-hNt4H9YKpmfTCrLeTQpcs38M8-oELDiTH9GzwQxg6ZK30QW0GnoW1nnsuY-tWR-uSrgxqqm30nlsAefk4TAFcC8qGHgocjJ6khVER6d/s1600/left.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAxk5MF3zsskWxh7MLCUvir2Cb2KLp9swZSFl-hNt4H9YKpmfTCrLeTQpcs38M8-oELDiTH9GzwQxg6ZK30QW0GnoW1nnsuY-tWR-uSrgxqqm30nlsAefk4TAFcC8qGHgocjJ6khVER6d/s400/left.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583541961388402018" /></a><br />Oriunde ai fi(recorectat dupa O-zone-Oriunde au fi)<br /><br /><br />M-a privit in ochi ultima oara .<br />Lacrimile curgeau,erau atat de amare<br />Il rugam sa nu ma uite,simteam ca-i ultima vara<br />Iar el imi spunea: asa iubirea nu moare<br />Nu stiam ca era ultima noapte<br />Cand puteam fi atat,atat de aproape<br />Imi amintesc doar vorbe desarte <br />Cand il priveam in ultima noapte... <br />Ultima privire mi-a ramas in amintire,<br />Ultima dezamagire nu o pot uita...<br /><br />Oriunde ai fi,eu te voi gasi<br />Oriunde tu ai fi eu te voi iubi<br />Oriunde-n noapte sau zi eu te voi gasi<br />In sinea mea cand voi iubi<br /><br />In fiece seara cand incerc sa adorm,<br />Plang si ascult piesa lui preferata,<br />Caci ma face sa-l simt atat de aproape<br />Imi aminteste de noi si de ultima noapte<br />Ultimul sarut pe buzele reci <br />Il simt tremurand cu gura amara,<br />Te sarut in vis nopti nopti intregi<br />Ca pe o fantoma reala din ultima vara<br /><br />Ultima privire mi-a ramas in amintire<br />Ca un vis,ca o poveste disparuta in nori...<br /><br />In noapte sau zi te voi gasi<br />Te voi iubi amarul mea...te voi gasi...<br /><br />Oriunde ai fi,eu te voi gasi<br />Oriunde tu ai fi eu te voi iubi<br />Oriunde-n noapte sau zi eu te voi gasi<br />In sinea mea cand voi iubi<br /><br />Te voi iubi in noapte sub cerul plin de stele<br />Ca-n visurile mele cand te voi gasi...<br />Te voi strange-n brate ca-n ultima noapte<br />Mereu voi fi aproape<br />Cand te voi...gasi...<br />Oriunde ai fi,eu te voi gasi<br />Oriunde tu ai fi eu te voi iubi<br />Oriunde-n noapte sau zi eu te voi gasi<br />In sinea mea cand voi iubi<br />te voi gasï...SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-84219769675775288942011-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:58:50.916-08:00Scurta povestioara: A fost.<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_adj1eM0vU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTptjarVBVQa_GcjYIJT8yqOnMPF-qvY0b_Jmndy14FXQ_A0eytoAHfmzA7WrVnqbrwFj43LovrD2Vt9EP8rXJVAKKtioT3uISb9QjSB8fsK83t9sjwnZUWxatqGT9Nc72FvxEJFv7-g-/s1600/again.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTptjarVBVQa_GcjYIJT8yqOnMPF-qvY0b_Jmndy14FXQ_A0eytoAHfmzA7WrVnqbrwFj43LovrD2Vt9EP8rXJVAKKtioT3uISb9QjSB8fsK83t9sjwnZUWxatqGT9Nc72FvxEJFv7-g-/s400/again.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580687573593358898" /></a>Nu mai vreau sa mi fac planuri. O sa gasesc intr o zi pe cineva potrivit, cineva cu care sa ma trezesc zambin stiind ca el e acolo langa mine, suportandu mi toate toanele si prostiile. care ma va proteja si care va avea grija de mine.<br />Vise si sperante sufocate de atatea minciuni. Minciuni aprinse de dragoste. E vorba aia"Sufar acum ca sa ma bucur dupa". Aiurea. Cam multe minciuni asa...stiti ce zic.<br />Oricum. Ma ridic, privesc cerul care-mi spune "continua sa mergi. nu ceda. i-a o gura de aer si mergi mai departe", simt vantul care-mi sopteste"continua sa simti. si ai grija in viitor", ma uit in stanga si dreapta in obstacolele si pericolele care urla"tot o sa plangi. tot o sa fi atacata. tot o sa fi distrusa. nu scapi, nu o sa scapi niciodata. esti slaba." apoi privesc in fata; merg pe un viitor curat, un viitor visat intotdeauna, un viitor care-mi spune" continua sa mergi. mai ai putin si ajungi.".<br />Nu o sa ma dau batuta. O sa continui sa merg, ranita, batuta, zgariata de oricine si orice. Nu cedez. Continui si ma lupt cu tot ce-mi sta in cale.SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-35428836419770365522011-02-19T09:56:00.001-08:002011-02-19T10:16:07.175-08:00Love to the one I love..<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/veZpGawG7DE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />It sucks to love a guy who never loved you.<br />It sucks to know that he is playing with you and you're letting him do that.<br />It sucks to know that you'll never have him again.<br />It sucks to know that she's talking to another the way he talked to you.<br />It sucks to know that he is lying to you but believe that he is not.<br />It sucks that you can be with another guy because he is always in you mind.<br /><br />So well, it sucks to be in love, it sucks to love someone.<br /><br />I really believed you, i really did.<br /><br />I still love you, i still want you.<br /><br />You know, it sucks to fall in love and give a chance to a guy for the 6 time. You give it anyway cause you think that he change.<br /><br />You know, I never said I love you just to the one that deserve that (now i realised that you didn t deserved that) and I always said I hate you when it wasn t the case. But this time I just want to say to you: " hate you. I hate you so much that i want to erase all my memories about you, so much that I want to give our last kiss back to you, so much that I want that our connexion to never existed."<br /><br />P.S.: Thanks for distroying my life (again).SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-49670553485773980322011-02-06T10:08:00.001-08:002011-02-06T10:26:51.565-08:00Pe bune, de ce nu ma lasi in pace?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLjj2Iv2eMywO9nH_4-rFBMR9lAT03rHxQjtpcTGI8jSX8IRSYj2VZhjIQnabefAuP43-o7FcP5OAilQW415umEX2N4D8IZlHmQTdUzNiMwPX7A9hyphenhyphen64fjdwwB7vsWerU3YTs3DAwbdcE/s1600/why.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLjj2Iv2eMywO9nH_4-rFBMR9lAT03rHxQjtpcTGI8jSX8IRSYj2VZhjIQnabefAuP43-o7FcP5OAilQW415umEX2N4D8IZlHmQTdUzNiMwPX7A9hyphenhyphen64fjdwwB7vsWerU3YTs3DAwbdcE/s400/why.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570644767324929874" /></a><br /><br /><p>Ok, azi a fost o zi... nici nu pot sa o descriu. Atatea chestii, atatea lucruri spuse, unele la misto(cele spuse de tine) si cele spuse din suflet, acel suflet secatuit(alea spuse de mine). M am saturat de toata caterinca asta proasta. Nu mai pot sa mai suport, sa mai ascult, sa mai te cred. Ultima oara am spus"ultima sansa: profita de ea si nu profita de mine". Ai pierdut. M-ai pierdut. Ce aiurea. Ceva care a inceput asa frumos, sa se termine asa de urat? Nu crezi ca ar trebui sa schimbi ceva, pentru ca eu am facut deja destule. Sunt secatuita, ma crezi? M ai secat pana la ultima suflare, respir greu, ma sufoc. Ceva in mine arde, e ceva acolo pentru tine. Ceva ce nu o sa dispara, nu asa de usor cel putin. Iti bati joc, zici la caterinca. Ar trebui sa sti, nu ma mai atinge lucrul asta.</p><p>Ultimul lucru pe care il vreau este sa ma simt parasita, abandonata... Este cel mai trist lucru posibil. Totusi. E cineva nou, cineva care incet incet se apropie de inima mea. Dar incerc sa o iau usor. E atat de greu sa dai drumul sentimentelor cand inima ti a fost sfasiata, iar pe tine? Pe tine te a lasat acolo inconstienta, in locul acela creeat de voi doi. Te uiti trrista inapoi si te intrebi ce s a intamplat. </p><p>Nu am nevoie sa fiu inteleasa si da, stiu ca m am racit si lucrul asta se vede in modul in cqare scriu.</p><p>Anyway! Timpul trece, oamenii se schimba si pur si simplu pleaca. Dispar din viata ta de parca nici nu ar fi fost acolo, de parca totul ar fi fost pe degeaba, de parca acea chimie nu ar fi existat. </p><p>Intamplari spulberate. Totul e trecut, doar eu am ramas acolo. Totul a fost in zaddar. A fost un soc de energie puternic la inceput dar care repede a palit, lasand in urma doar scrum si suferinta celui care s a implicat cel mai mult. </p><p>In fine, acum e ceva nou, e un nou el, va fi un nou noi. Trebuie sa te obisnuiesti cu asta. Trebuie sa te obisnuiesti ca m-ai pierdut. </p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0KNalT6lOlrlQvSePfwN0l_wO_um4_IVWX3UHDHa12FrvBsxsbfq7U9brk0ZBytpwoqg6jYbqsHxGFbkrh3APFNPoSE9a6lW-zjNUewA2NCCQbcmoHZOPUnlzFI2SsCXD44zO4Er7pAA/s1600/she.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0KNalT6lOlrlQvSePfwN0l_wO_um4_IVWX3UHDHa12FrvBsxsbfq7U9brk0ZBytpwoqg6jYbqsHxGFbkrh3APFNPoSE9a6lW-zjNUewA2NCCQbcmoHZOPUnlzFI2SsCXD44zO4Er7pAA/s400/she.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570644564376709490" /></a>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-7752295208608031132011-01-25T07:24:00.000-08:002011-01-25T07:44:07.307-08:00She knew, it was, she lost him.<p><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocftjVaJyzg" frameborder="0"></iframe></p><p><br /></p><p><br />Lost love again? Really? Can she still call it love? Or just something usuall between them? Not fair. He promised. Why did he promise? Why'd he left? Why is she still here, waiting for him?</p><p>Why did they fall? Why didn't they go up? Why it couldn't be that way? It's so hard and complicated that the people say it is? </p><p>But she will be ok... I think. Do you know that feeling when someone hurted you so much that somehow you became imune? that's how she feels about him(now).</p><p>Well, c'est la vie. I guess we can't go back time.</p><p>She would want to tell him that she loves him, to hug him, kiss him, to cry in front of him. Then he would take her hand, kiss it and tell her that it isn't over, that it wasn't over because that love... that he felt was something more powerfull that anything in the world. Then, they could walk one beside other, holding their hands, and love each other in front of everyone,without care about the people around them.</p><p>Of course that's a dream. How patetic of her to think that way. Pure love doesn't exist. I didn't exist and it will never exist. She knew it, it was, she lost him. Deal with it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH0VA_wXSVhyN-wceNoR0qsfwGRgT1CyyZCPVgrSior1RJf9XgmbFeRnGfF1e5-R04bZiT2G-GYPo1NqckO0anC5co6nTExAo9y1uv7XdOmAcSuFYARzc-kYgBr_6tuxrxaRTNzY55srk/s1600/strong+enough.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH0VA_wXSVhyN-wceNoR0qsfwGRgT1CyyZCPVgrSior1RJf9XgmbFeRnGfF1e5-R04bZiT2G-GYPo1NqckO0anC5co6nTExAo9y1uv7XdOmAcSuFYARzc-kYgBr_6tuxrxaRTNzY55srk/s400/strong+enough.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566149523610402418" /></a><br /><br /></p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-42222044764081669162011-01-22T10:42:00.002-08:002011-01-22T11:23:36.858-08:00Salut.<p>Ok, stateam si ma gandeam" lipseste ceva? dar ce?" pe urma imi pica fisa"BLOG". </p><p>Starea de spirit: confuza evident. Blablablaa. Ok, idei. Oh fuck se vede ca nu am mai scris de demult. In orice caz, SINGLE FRATE. Se simte mai ok decat ma asteptam. Ceea ce-mi aminteste de o chestie"When you're single you only see happy couples. When you're commited you only see happy singles". Nimic mai adevarat. Sti cum e sentimentul ala cand cineva te a ranit asa de mult si de des incat nu ti mai pasa de parca ai fi imun? Asa ma simt ew acum in legatura cu el. </p><p>In fine, traiasca distractiile de o zi! Sariti cu vodka, berea, vinul, angelli-ul:"mi-e dor de-o betie, si de inc-o mie!". Haha. </p><p>Damn, iar ninge, iar par nasol, iar cacaaaat. </p><p>Ceva ciudat azi. Ma plimb pe strada si se aude un sunet, ciudat as putea spune, dar imi placea. Era ceva ca un strigat, nu de om nici de animal, in orice caz, era superb. Tot ce i frumos nu dureaza, asa incat dupa 2-3 secunde a incetat. Am mai stat 1 minut, poate incepea din nou, dar nimic, asa ca mi am continuat drumul. Hm. Toata faza asta imi aminteste de melodia asta: </p><p><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/86K7SZRbvFo" frameborder="0"></iframe></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Nu chiar iele. Dar, acel sunet te chema la el, ca si ielele.</p><p>In fine. Mi a trecut cheful. Vorbim. Pace!</p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-88585300202944506732010-12-25T11:33:00.000-08:002010-12-25T12:17:36.218-08:00To be or not to be Christmas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPteVSqKcTERU-exKkSx5fm-JeZiAUFb_taA0qUHmGTWSut4_YZHekPiW3b_cxnwvmwa39ElMuevIZQ_1EnOC6VKSE9qj03v4Dk-TlB5eDknzQlexy35Mg4HZa_6URvGLZaBzw5efSwW6H/s1600/snowman.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPteVSqKcTERU-exKkSx5fm-JeZiAUFb_taA0qUHmGTWSut4_YZHekPiW3b_cxnwvmwa39ElMuevIZQ_1EnOC6VKSE9qj03v4Dk-TlB5eDknzQlexy35Mg4HZa_6URvGLZaBzw5efSwW6H/s400/snowman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554716607043972866" /></a><br /><p>Hm., Ok. In primul rand Craciun Fericit! voua:). Macar voi sa-l aveti. Da, e Craciunul, un craciun pe care nu l visam NICIOADATA! Aiurea. Cand imi faceam atatea vise si sperante sa vina ceva care sa ma loveasca cu atata forta, cu atata ura, in asa fel incat sa ma distruga cu tot. Tipic... </p><p>Oricum. Este inca Craciunul. Inca pot face ceva sa schimb acest lucru. Inca ma pot distra cu ratatii mei si cu dobitocul mew. Si oricum o sa bat o vaca(Simte-te!!!) pentru ca e numai vina mea. </p><p>Bradul de craciun, dimineata de cadouri, caldura din suflet, fericire. Totusi am primit aceste lucruri so thank you Santa. Totusi... o data ce zapada s-a topit a luat o parte din bucuria mea de copil. Acea bucurie care inveselea pe oricine. Bucuria aia prosteasca. (NU MAI AVEM TIMP! A VENIT CRACIUNUL). Craciunul a venit si e pe cale sa ne paraseasca, vizitandu-ne abia la anu... Trist. Cu el o sa ia toata melancolia,toata zapada, toata iubirea lasata in acea zapada, toate visete asezate pe ea, toate visele facute cand ea inca nu se nascute. Acel vis cu noi doi in zapada nu s-a implinit btw:). Craciun distrus? Poate. Inca mai pot sa-l repar. Cu ajutorul lor, si da, imi permit sa le scriu numele: Abbey, Woody, Samy(bro), Iyoa, Deey ;x, Alex(vacaa), Balah, Stefan, Gal, Tiia, Seby, Hoc, Kes, Zeis, Tunaru, Gica, Bety, Ciuca, Bursu. Ei sunt cei carora ma pot confesa, asteptand laude, sfaturi sau bobarnaci bine-meritati. PE EI II IUBESC FRATE!<br /><p><br /></p><p>Deci: To be or not to be? Ramane de vazut. Voi ce parere aveti?</p><p><br /></p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-42115938664014386862010-12-21T09:36:00.000-08:002010-12-21T11:03:39.937-08:00Spiritul Craciunului?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAWXAo5e4gTENub0lkYeRyed4N9IK6Z7C0fgUf1K48AHmVhA7nOnyac4c1A8zD7-PNi32l9buMuQVIhvgJaDjD6rCyf_ebgaoKvtPmV7t55jlvMTRQYmXZBg9bSl2o2KdM-TPqesTcFIV/s1600/Larisa%252C_Greece_-_City_with_snow_in_winter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAWXAo5e4gTENub0lkYeRyed4N9IK6Z7C0fgUf1K48AHmVhA7nOnyac4c1A8zD7-PNi32l9buMuQVIhvgJaDjD6rCyf_ebgaoKvtPmV7t55jlvMTRQYmXZBg9bSl2o2KdM-TPqesTcFIV/s400/Larisa%252C_Greece_-_City_with_snow_in_winter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553212835656042002" /></a><br /><p>Ieei. Ce tare! Vine Craciunul! Spiritul sarbatorii dadada :>? Aaa.. NU?! Evident nimic nu mi se implineste. Evident totul a ramas la fel. Evident love... hm, not really:D. Ce spirit de Craciun, ce dragoste, ce veselie? Durere, amagire, suspine, dor, speranta distrusa, lacrimi. Asta da. Cred ca ar fi mai bine sa sterg totul cu un burete, oricum era evident ca dorintele nu mi s-au implinit.</p><p>Ok, sa vedem lista:</p><p><br /></p><p>Veselie: X</p><p>Spirit de Craciun: <span style="font-size:100%;">X</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Prietenie: O<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Vise: X<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Speranta: X<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Distractie: X<br /></span></p><p>Dragoste: un mare<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> X</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Uuu. Super. Dar, pana la urma ei imi pot da toate astea. Da, chiar pot pentru ca ei chiar pot fi numiti prieteni adevarati. Relatie pe bune? Ce e aia? N am asa ceva, nu cunosc, vorba unei tovarese"nampleaca". Papapapapapapapapapppaaaaaaaaaaaaaam. Si ghici? CADOURI DE CRACIUN! VREAU VREAU VREAU VREAU. Vreau tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Oricum. E iarna, zapada, hm, frig, ger, zapada, inghet, maini rosii si sloi... un timp f bun pentru gandit!<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">Oricum. Sunt deceptioanata grav, dee.. toti! Oricum. Fiti pe pace si... da... Merry X-mass :).<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-39320217245141280342010-12-10T09:58:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:10:15.450-08:00Fara inspiratie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSOjTKYzzfuCo9ke1wsVLsisUAu5EqTrk5tS8Mv26G0n-mr9UyPBFU9_X5UTXLUg4ZGLOg9K21pEAxqpHoT0Y0_6wWasyiGYjT3CcoT9i6EDXy1IsJZ9TFnORw3FWdDXwJVc_tlN05QH_/s1600/crying_friends200.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSOjTKYzzfuCo9ke1wsVLsisUAu5EqTrk5tS8Mv26G0n-mr9UyPBFU9_X5UTXLUg4ZGLOg9K21pEAxqpHoT0Y0_6wWasyiGYjT3CcoT9i6EDXy1IsJZ9TFnORw3FWdDXwJVc_tlN05QH_/s400/crying_friends200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549119646587205922" /></a><br /><object width="480" height="385"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8_pobeCoNQ?fs=1&hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><p>Mda.. si wow, iata-ma fara inspiratiie, scriindu-mi toate prostiile care-mi vin in cap... Gen, nu ma recunosc, nu stiu ce e cu mine. M'a schimbat atat de mult incat nu ma mai cunosc... pacat... si'mi placea schimbarea asta. Un lucru insa imi place. El mi-a umplut golul de la celalt tip si... pe langa asta mi-a umplut tot si cu dragostea lui(asa credeam ca este... aiurea), ceea ce nu cred ca e foarte bine. Defapt, nu e bine deloc. E aiurea... Stres, stres, stres, lacrimi, minte stricata, planuri stricate, vise pierdute. Si cand credeam ca nu se poate mai rau. Hm, din nou viata imi demostreaza ca ORICAND SE POATE SI MAI RAU. Ok dar ceva bine nu se poate intampla? Adica ma refer ceva bine care sa dureze mult, nu care apoi sa se transforme in depresii si etc. Hm... gandesc,gandesc,gandesc. Hm.. viitorul.. cum il vedeam, cum ma facea sa-l vad... da viitorul apropiat si chiar cel indepartat. Suuuppperrr. Aiurea. Si cand credeam ca poate fi altceva. Hm. Manastire, calugarite... aceasta idee nu suna chiar asa de rau. Cel putin stiu ca inima mea e safe. Mmm. Faza tare. Am reusit sa ma distrez chiar.. 10 minute! WOW! Ideea e ca, iarna asta o sa fie... sa spunem altfel. Desigur, singura de Craciun... imi doream altceva... Totusi, am degand ca macar 2 din dorintele mele sa mi le indeplinesc. Inca pot simtii caldura din casa mea in dimineata de Craciun. Si pentru asta sunt multumita. Oricum, cu sau fara el. Prefeream cu daaaar wtv!! Tot o sa fie iarna. Tot o sa ma distrez cu ratatii mei,tot o sa ies cu siiiis afaraaa si sa vorbim vrute si nevrute, tot o sa-l sapunesc pe Samy( bro-ul meu... forever. te iubesc vacooo:-w), tot o sa-l tavalesc pe Balah in zapada, tot o sa-l "apostam" pe Gal TOTI cu zapada pana la refuz(adica ori suntem golani ori nu mai suntem?!), tot o sa o numim pe iTiia brainless, tot o sa-l invat pe Tunaru cantecul la chitara(nu ma las pana nu il inveti ma!!!), tot o sa-l convingem pe Stefan sa iasa cu noi, tot o sa vina Iyoa mea la mine sa simta si ea Craciunul, tot le pe Woody si Abbey la mine de Revelion, tot ei o sa ramana alaturi de mine indiferent daca trec prin despartiri sau prin lucruri fericite, pentru ca ei sunt pana la urma singurii care ma iubesc cu adevarat. Pot sa fiu frumoasa sau urata, pot sa ma tund la chelie, pot sa ma "tencuiesc" ca o bitch, pot sa am o zi proasta si sa ma cert cu ei, dar stiu ca ei sunt acolo pentru mine, si ma iubesc si accepta asa cum sunt. Asta este prietenie adevarata frate. TOT O SA MA DISTREZ!(cu saw fara inima franta sau cineva alaturi). Tot o sa plang(de fericire sau de dor), tot o sa intreb"ASTA-I TEMA?" tot o sa continui cu "N-AVEM TIMP! VINE CRACIUNUL!". Asta e, cum am trecut peste ceilalti trec si de data asta, in cele din urma amintirile nu o sa ma mai doara, sa ma sece, or sa fie calde placute, sper. Cam asta cu (ne)inspiratia mea. Pace.</p><p><br /></p><p>P.S- BETO MI-E DOR DE TINE, TEMBELULEEEEE:((</p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-5837041438943116672010-12-06T12:13:00.000-08:002010-12-06T12:37:14.206-08:00O vreau... am nevoie de ea..<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1Ub2I_6Pzc?fs=1&hl=ro_RO"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1Ub2I_6Pzc?fs=1&hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJCSX9mvlAKclWlUD2WA4LexUwYBJRRZ3ola8_Cj2guZqitCoD2JK0oxUfnGAC0FqYJkB_hn0VaG_xntAv0ay51gNeCYmeIxUhwr4eHHKjBZlAX7RTbyQNDDg9mwRYotUKGxq-TQgr0JJ/s1600/SuperStock_1669R-1877.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJCSX9mvlAKclWlUD2WA4LexUwYBJRRZ3ola8_Cj2guZqitCoD2JK0oxUfnGAC0FqYJkB_hn0VaG_xntAv0ay51gNeCYmeIxUhwr4eHHKjBZlAX7RTbyQNDDg9mwRYotUKGxq-TQgr0JJ/s400/SuperStock_1669R-1877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670148565379586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5nHXve2aA2hl-62TimdDIj-r8AJwQvB0iTYVvKtyLiUPVRf2IsME1KkcoNE99A69IRUv_Pg4XCzJodFQkOdcxedNB_QptH-eIHnXAf1VIxqiv42BH384-t1DBQidOtXYCjVeT1wJJZkK/s1600/hotchoco_high.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5nHXve2aA2hl-62TimdDIj-r8AJwQvB0iTYVvKtyLiUPVRf2IsME1KkcoNE99A69IRUv_Pg4XCzJodFQkOdcxedNB_QptH-eIHnXAf1VIxqiv42BH384-t1DBQidOtXYCjVeT1wJJZkK/s400/hotchoco_high.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670146598805282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZD-wlPpJlfY-dpwvkxZFfygbZ94FQnydQGXtVPJ__9h5PrZvq88KJEXJk15rRIfs1FidU4ChV0u8BHnounz8-p0wueM_7A-rk-8RE4NkVZdVvklX1vuZnUWEqlYbfbDssDWf2KTq-lNz1/s1600/Christmas_Tree_Decoration.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZD-wlPpJlfY-dpwvkxZFfygbZ94FQnydQGXtVPJ__9h5PrZvq88KJEXJk15rRIfs1FidU4ChV0u8BHnounz8-p0wueM_7A-rk-8RE4NkVZdVvklX1vuZnUWEqlYbfbDssDWf2KTq-lNz1/s400/Christmas_Tree_Decoration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670141902700690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK_1MblE5iNxsCTqO_vLiFCBj0PjCqWHKL69aysPQAzWovuN0gVOoC-jsezgSpU_Kg1u0WpymumMq6zGRVtaGrQoz9i2Nz9Jv6pJURCvYtmlDobGlJN20RaSYK18fXjhzaDfBmots-vCn/s1600/a-christmas-carol.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK_1MblE5iNxsCTqO_vLiFCBj0PjCqWHKL69aysPQAzWovuN0gVOoC-jsezgSpU_Kg1u0WpymumMq6zGRVtaGrQoz9i2Nz9Jv6pJURCvYtmlDobGlJN20RaSYK18fXjhzaDfBmots-vCn/s400/a-christmas-carol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670141107909490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3yU-GyGsR7Fz9GInSN0680MTExuq3Fq9Y6spdY8fpJJGKGBFXR6KYQ7gMdnBbT7hiz84bOc9002fj6asoFbsDhKS-17J9_Qfb2VXfWviX3gbg_PCsCehHRghLP7u0MQhtkNMCijIRwzh/s1600/kissing-in-snow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3yU-GyGsR7Fz9GInSN0680MTExuq3Fq9Y6spdY8fpJJGKGBFXR6KYQ7gMdnBbT7hiz84bOc9002fj6asoFbsDhKS-17J9_Qfb2VXfWviX3gbg_PCsCehHRghLP7u0MQhtkNMCijIRwzh/s400/kissing-in-snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547670151865629554" /></a><br /><p>Vreau iarna. Vreau sa-l uit. Vreau sa uit tot. Vreau sa-mi inghete toate amintirile, tot! Vreau distractie, vreau sa uit de toate promisiunile facute. Vreau sa fiu inghetata toata si sa nu mi pese atata timp cat stiu ca ei sunt acolo. Vreau sa ma joc, vreau sa fac oameni de zapada, vreau sa fac bulgari de zapada si sa ii arunc in ratatii mei. Vreau sa fiu copil. Vreau sa iubesc si sa simt asta. Vreau sa simt zapada in mainile mele. Vreau sa impodobesc bradul meu. Vreau sa il fac cat mai colorat. Vreau culoare in viata mea. Vreau ca lumea sa simta focul din inima mea in perioada asta. Vreau sa il impartasesc cu toata lumea. Vreau sa cant colinde, vreau sa merg la colindat. Vreau sa le daruiesc cadouri celor pe care ii iubesc cu adevarat, chiar daca nu voi primi in schimb. Vreau sa ma impac cu toti, vreau liniste. Il vreau inapoi. Vreau tot inapoi. Vreau sa-mi incalzesc mainile rosii si ingetate cu o ciocolata calda. Vreau sa fiu sapunita, vreau sa sapunesc. Vreau sa ma distrez, vreau sa simt ca traiesc. Vreau sa ma cert cu mama pentru ca am intarziat acasa din cauza distractiei. Vreau sa desenez pe masinile inghetate. Vreau sa ma dau cu saniuta impreuna cu acea persoana, dar si cu ei. Vreau ceva special. Vreau iarna mea. Vreau iubire de iarna. Vreau parul meu ondulat si dezordonat. Vreau naturalete. Vreau sinceritate. Vreau fidelitate. Imi vreau prietenii langa mine. Vreau un Craciun destul de puternic incat sa-mi aline durerea... toata durerea. Vreau sa adorm cu gandul ca vine Mos Craciun iar dimineata inima sa-mi salte vazand cadourile sub brad. Vreau sa ne intalnim toti la bunica acasa pentru mai multe cadouri si pentru a le putea canta colinde, pentru a le putea vedea zambetele mandre si emotionate. </p><p>Vreau inghet total. Vreau sa simt ca sunt iubita cu adebarat. Fara inselatorii, fara promisiuni false. Vreau filme de craciun vizionate impreuna cu sora mea. Vreau sa ies de la scoala cu gandul la o partida de bulgareala si sapuneala. Vreau suflete impacate. Vreau acel cozonac facut de mama cu atata dragoste... Vreau iarna copilariei mele...</p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-51006196332559483932010-12-03T06:12:00.000-08:002010-12-03T08:46:56.477-08:00For you with love...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y02edakuhDSYxTOD3CWQUdoDudzTHgqSDQrRJmFuC7eKV-sJ8DB6VCrF33WX6cRinj9Q0wp24zNwmA63juBDTJUpnp4r-qhb7K4uU2Zf00HLMyuzRo2yTGy34bHE_2hD_dMV2xkcPeS4/s1600/broken_hearts.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y02edakuhDSYxTOD3CWQUdoDudzTHgqSDQrRJmFuC7eKV-sJ8DB6VCrF33WX6cRinj9Q0wp24zNwmA63juBDTJUpnp4r-qhb7K4uU2Zf00HLMyuzRo2yTGy34bHE_2hD_dMV2xkcPeS4/s400/broken_hearts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546458885652610018" /></a><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvGYYg40Ijw?fs=1&hl=ro_RO&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvGYYg40Ijw?fs=1&hl=ro_RO&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />were did our happiness and love go?<br />were did our dreams togheder disappear?<br />what did we do by arriving at this moment, were we can't know what to do, or what to make?<br />where we meant to last forever? where we meant to be?<br />i remember when we were holding each other and promise we wont let each other down. i remember us being happy...<br />you filled my heart..<br />i remember the first day... it's was unreal... i remember i told you looked unreal. was i wrong?<br />i remember our happiness and excitement... i remember you protecting me and promise me that you won't let anybody harm me..<br />i remember the nights spend by the phone, laughing or talking serious... i remember your voice telling me that you love me.<br />maybe they were right.. maybe we don't deserve each other. i remember telling them hard worlds just to defend you...<br />dreaming of you was like air, like wings for a bird..<br />was i just a dream and i finally opened my eyes to see were we are, what are we doing?<br />what if we just throw the past away and live the present with a vision a future? will you still want that?<br />i'm sorry baby...<br />[< / 3]<!--3]<!--3]<!--3]------>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-231910031683014732010-11-30T09:14:00.000-08:002010-11-30T10:20:32.551-08:00Um...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K35Lgd-DwrKuunw8AFKPWx3wxY_B5FL_w-LSRMwyE22l1Lwrd46axnWInZP8YdSipaP5tZMDHR5iR-HfxwsNXcPAKNsjVaIewOan5HYYsmuljpYuiK82__dnNUb4kqKOJK3Gchr2niZi/s1600/crying.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K35Lgd-DwrKuunw8AFKPWx3wxY_B5FL_w-LSRMwyE22l1Lwrd46axnWInZP8YdSipaP5tZMDHR5iR-HfxwsNXcPAKNsjVaIewOan5HYYsmuljpYuiK82__dnNUb4kqKOJK3Gchr2niZi/s400/crying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545394020438161282" /></a><br />Ok, so I'm afraid. I'm afraid that everything with him will end... I feel like he's gonna disappear... Like he never existed. But someday, maybe I'll finally find why the love I share can't be feel, and... maybe I'll find why I couldn't be loved by anybody. And maybe... just maybe I'll know me. Like... a part of me is still missing from... the last incident. And he helped me find it. For what? Just to distroy me too, or he felt my invulnerability? I thought... I thought that... that he would be different... he looked so different... he acted so different... Unfourtunally i fell in love with a speed much higher that the speed of the light... Like... I'm confused... I just want a pure love... with pure feelings... and if this love doesn't exist or it's just a fake love... i gotta let it go... One think it's for sure. Something's gonna happen, something's gonna end...SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-53436499950416676212010-11-27T15:20:00.000-08:002010-11-27T15:31:07.436-08:00O alta relatie distrusa-ASA SI?!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUBZcV8DEn4?fs=1&hl=ro_RO&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUBZcV8DEn4?fs=1&hl=ro_RO&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Ok, intr un mod surprinzator:)) Se simte bine. EXCELENT. Nu simte nimic. Aiurea. Si cand totul parea perfect. Se pare ca nu era asa. Asta e. Nu mai are de gand sa planga pentru fiecare fraier care ii trece pe langa inima. Pe langa inima NU IN EA. Ar vrea sa i spuna ca esti fraier ca nu mai gaseste alta dar... de ce sa se chinuie atat? Nici macar nu merita. Ok. Ideea e. Cum poate sa nu fie afectata DELOC, obisnuita de atatea ori sa planga. Ok, nu mai are nevoie de asta. A lasat-o pa tataaa. Ar trebui sa stie ca a doua sansa nu se mai accepta. Asta e. Pace! SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2786563939879280894.post-62359307715029201402010-11-13T13:19:00.000-08:002010-11-13T13:32:55.301-08:00Start over.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5rgXI7yA3N78zNExHY_-1PIDrdC2ZptF59KyX5T9jWgZpGssYhTb6Di_y0z4CBolJXVw7gKT0YJ9dQuqW5hboEzSn3yGzlfOXdHSu8MDqSrQtQCb2k7bnatoux0c8yJKa5wVCIhNrNg9/s1600/phoenix.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5rgXI7yA3N78zNExHY_-1PIDrdC2ZptF59KyX5T9jWgZpGssYhTb6Di_y0z4CBolJXVw7gKT0YJ9dQuqW5hboEzSn3yGzlfOXdHSu8MDqSrQtQCb2k7bnatoux0c8yJKa5wVCIhNrNg9/s320/phoenix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539149919492468962" /></a><br /><p>Ok, i-a ajuns! S-a saturat de toti, de toti! Da, de voi toti! Toti cei care ii rupeti inima, toti cei care o distrugeti. Si da, ar trebui sa va simtiti. Suntei cam "multicei":). Ea va transmite un sincer"adio. nu mai avem nici o tangenta de acum incolo". Ok, ar trebui sa stiti. Ea nu va mai fi la fel. Nu va mai accepta toate jegurile voastre de prietenii. Isi va deschide ochii. Nu are nevoie de voi. In fond si pana la urma urmelor, voi sunteti cei care nu aveti o viata. Ea o sa-si formeze o noua viata, pe care o va controla de una singura, si de data asta o va face bine. O i-a de la capat. Ca un phoenix ea renaste din cenusa, se ridica in aer si strica"nu mor! nu ma veti distruge voi pe mine! nu acum!". Hm. Te simti ciudat? Gandeste te ce i-ai facut. Ea poate te-a iertat dar in inima ei ramane doar scrum. Se stie ca ai ratat o prietenie adevarata. Too bad so sad. PACE!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>P.S. "chiar va dau naibii pe voi, sa stiti:*"</p>SardineFª ‹з xD ™ .http://www.blogger.com/profile/03275238462728922217noreply@blogger.com0