<?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-5015327535357485195</id><updated>2011-12-13T09:41:54.663+02:00</updated><category term='discriminare'/><category term='timp'/><category term='vise'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='vara'/><category term='perfectiune'/><category term='romania'/><category term='nimicuri semnificative'/><category term='duminica'/><category term='Mos Craciun'/><category term='profi'/><category term='hasdeu'/><category term='colege'/><category term='obsesii'/><category term='craciun'/><category term='desene'/><category term='test'/><category term='pentru voi'/><category term='miercuri'/><category term='buzau'/><category term='maimuta'/><category term='logica'/><category term='bleah'/><category term='liceu'/><category term='revelion'/><category term='zapada'/><category term='teme'/><category term='ianuarie'/><category term='de ce'/><category term='luni'/><category term='iarna'/><category term='decembrie'/><category term='facem o combinatie'/><category term='sperante'/><category term='pipite'/><category term='bal'/><category term='lucruri marunte'/><category term='deplorabil si jenant'/><category term='vineri'/><category term='Ana'/><category term='scenarii'/><category term='copilarie'/><category term='aurora'/><category term='lene'/><category term='ore'/><category term='diverse aberatii'/><category term='cartarescu'/><category term='multumesc'/><category term='geoprofiles'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='tigani'/><category term='35'/><category term='carti'/><category term='toamna'/><category term='dragoste ?'/><category term='marea'/><category term='fizica'/><category term='manele'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='februarie'/><category term='farmec'/><category term='prietenie'/><category term='viata'/><category term='autobuz(e)'/><title type='text'>Incredible me ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell you don't deserve at my best.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-7153327711754812090</id><published>2010-10-05T23:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:05:47.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Credeam ca ziua perfecta pentru mine era aia in care doar stateam, ma uitam la seriale, citeam si .. cam atat. Azi am avut minunata ocazie de a face doar aceste minunate (ca sa ma repet) lucruri mentionate mai sus si n-a fost nici pe departe ziua mea perfecta. Abia astept sa ies afara ! Nu o sa se intample prea curand (decat maine la medic) pt ca dammit am racit. Cred ca in ritmu' asta pana vineri termin toate sezoanele din How I Met Your Mother (ce enervant e sa scrii toate cuvintele din titlu cu majuscule) - azi numai la asta m-am uitat, bine, si la gossip :D. (doar pe mine m-a enervat episodul?) Deci da, pana vineri termin toate sezoanele. Eventual si un pic din Sex and The City si The Big Bang Theory. In rest, nimic nou ... Acum cu atat mai mult.(sau mai putin?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-7153327711754812090?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/7153327711754812090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/10/credeam-ca-ziua-perfecta-pentru-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7153327711754812090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7153327711754812090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/10/credeam-ca-ziua-perfecta-pentru-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3034350567632620814</id><published>2010-10-01T11:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:26:44.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando me enamoro ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DO8GsIYfhQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=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/4DO8GsIYfhQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="258"&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/5015327535357485195-3034350567632620814?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3034350567632620814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/10/cuando-me-enamoro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3034350567632620814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3034350567632620814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/10/cuando-me-enamoro.html' title='Cuando me enamoro ..'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6336823879916528859</id><published>2010-09-04T22:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:04:53.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M-am plictisit. Rau de tot de orasul asta in care nimic nu se intampla niciodata. Nu tu oameni noi, nu tu oameni vechi interesanti, macar. Nimic. Ultimele zile le-am petrecut in fata calculatorului, uitandu-mi la seriale, stand pe mess si evident, pierzand vremea pe Facebook. Aveam de gand sa termin Parfumul, dar n-am avut chef. Ma chinui de vreo 2 saptamani ("chinui" e mult spus, in ultimele 2 saptamani mai mult statea saraca pe noptiera, si o mai deschideam ca sa citesc o pagina, doua; dar azi m-a lovit setea de citire, din fericire :D), ceea ce e cam mult pt o carte de 287 de pagini (parca). &lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca saptamana asta am de gand sa-mi schimb radical programul (woaa, ce maret suna) si sa ... nu stiu, sa fac altceva. Vrajeli, evident, pt ca stiu de pe acum ca nu o sa misc un deget ca sa fac altceva, dar e bine sa mai scrii si posturi motivationale din cand in cand, mai ales la inceput - sau aproape - de saptamana. O saptamana de vacanta. Incepe scoala si ... si nimic, incepe scoala. Asta e !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : A se intelege ca prietenii nu fac parte din oameni vechi neinteresanti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6336823879916528859?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6336823879916528859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/09/m-am-plictisit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6336823879916528859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6336823879916528859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/09/m-am-plictisit.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-4362592886556654341</id><published>2010-09-01T22:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:15:42.567+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every year I realize how stupid I was the year before. Spre exemplu, anul trecut, cand eram, sau ma credeam super tare, ca doar nu mai eram la generala, ci la liceu. Mare chestie. Eram inca una din cei 280 de boboci, la fel de speriata, si mult prea incantata. Nu ca mi-ar parea neaparat rau de entuziasmul pe care anul asta, l-am cam pierdut. Oricum, la anu' o sa fie la fel. :D &lt;br /&gt;Septembrie, inca o vara care a trecut, inca un an care incepe ... Iar caiete, manuale, 6 ore. Ce sa mai, ne intoarcem de unde am plecat. Desi, intr-un fel, mi-era dor de, nu neaparat de scoala in sine, cat de atmosfera din clasa. De comentariile din timpu' orei, de pauze. Parca nu mai suna chiar asa de rau. &lt;br /&gt;O sa-mi fie dor de vara. N-o fi fost vara asta asa cum am vrut eu, dar o sa-mi fie dor de ea. Mai e putin pana la urmatoarea vara ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-4362592886556654341?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/4362592886556654341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-year-i-realize-how-stupid-i-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4362592886556654341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4362592886556654341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-year-i-realize-how-stupid-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-2087693836524890489</id><published>2010-07-23T19:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:43:32.982+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stewardesele astea de la Blue Air vorbesc tare prost orice limba straina. Nu ca m-as crede cine stie ce entitate, dar profa mea de engleza ma intelege. Si sunt atat de leesinate … &lt;br /&gt;Sunt in avion de mai bine de 1 ora jumate, sau 2 … E 2 jumate ora Spaniei, si eu m-am urcat in avión la 2 fara 20, ora Romaniei, deci sunt vreo 2 ore. La 4 si 10 ora Spaniei (din nou), aterizez, deci mai am ceva de stat si plictisit.  Am vazut Pride and Prejudice a doua oara, de fapt, am incercat sa-l vad pe tot, dar pana la urma am dat la scenele preferate. Am vrut sa citesc, dar n-a mers. Ma plictisesc si cred ca ma ia si durerea de cap, ceea ce e destul de nasol in avión. Ca in oricare alta parte de altfel. &lt;br /&gt;Asa ca m-am hotarat sa scriu. Singurul lucru care ar putea sa ma destreseze, din moment ce mama are grija  sa ma streseze din plin. Tipic ei. De fapt, nu e numai vina mamei, ziua asta e stresanta. Rochia mea e stresanta, desi nu-si prea da seama. Trebuia sa ma gandesc, ca doar am mai mers cu avionu’ ca o rochie lunga e… o rochie lunga, in orice caz nu de luat pe avión. Am calcat de vreo 4 ori pe ea, plus ca se mai si uita lumea ciudat la mine gen “Uite-o si pe-asta cu rochie lunga” dar asta e. Parca nici in blugi nu ma vad (si chiar daca m-as vedea, tot degeaba, ca nu am cum s ama schimb). Ar insemna sa-mi semnez singura condamnarea la moarte daca as fi venit in blugi. Tre’ sa fie groaznic de cald in Spania. &lt;br /&gt;3 fara un sfert. Hai ca nu mai e asa mult. Acum cateva zile asteptam momentu’ asta, dar acum imi dau seama, ca asa fac mereu, pt ca apoi sa ma plictisesc de moarte, si sa realizez ca nu e nimic misto – sau extrem de placut (bine, e mai placut decat sa stai 3 zile pe autocar) , in afara de faptul ca faci niste poze la nori si alte chestii dintr-astea. Deci revenind la idea principala, e plictiseala mare, si partea proasta e ca in curand mi se duce batería de la laptop, deci plictiseala o sa depaseasCA COtele maxime. &lt;br /&gt;Mai ascult de vreo 5 ori Parachute si Give love a chance, ma mai impiedic de … tot de 5 ori in rochia mea lunga, si gata zboru’. Din fericire, daca ma lasa laptop ul – chestie totalmente probabila, mai am o carte si 2 reviste. &lt;br /&gt;O sa continui postul acasa – deocamdata vreau sa motai.  &lt;br /&gt;Mai am o oraaaaaa ¡ Ma intorc la motait :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, ma lasase bateria de la laptop si un copil nu inceta sa planga si niste babe din spate se gasisera sa vorbeasca la telefon exact cand aterizam. Sau erau niste ... tute. In fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. De aproape 2 saptamani. In afara de cateva chestii cumparate, cateva mai multe :D, mers la plaja si iar la cumparaturi, nu prea se intampla nimic iesit din comun. Cu exceptia zilei de duminica, 11 iulie, cand a castigat Spania campionatul si toti au iesit pe strada ca nebunii. Si ca nebunii au continuat toata saptamana. &lt;br /&gt;In rest, cald si bine. :)) Ma tot chinui de ceva vreme sa scriu ceva mai ... altfel, si sper sa se intample curand. I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-2087693836524890489?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/2087693836524890489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2087693836524890489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2087693836524890489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3019052489119929373</id><published>2010-07-09T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:54:27.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Give love a try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRbQGq_8rO0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=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/vRbQGq_8rO0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=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;I'm not what they call a Jonas brothers fan, dar melodia asta e chiar draguta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-3019052489119929373?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3019052489119929373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-love-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3019052489119929373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3019052489119929373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-love-try.html' title='Give love a try.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-4466810019402632207</id><published>2010-07-09T23:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:13:58.439+03:00</updated><title type='text'>y mañana me voooooooy.</title><content type='html'>Deci maine plec. In sfarsit. Am asteptat ziua asta (de fapt, inca o mai astept) mult timp, si acum parca imi vine sa raman. O luna. Departe de "fratii mei" (:))) dar acolo unde intr-un fel sau altul ma simt cel mai bine. Se spune ca "acasa" e unde iti e inima. A mea a ramas de mult in Spania. &lt;br /&gt;De fapt, incepe sa-mi (re)placa ideea. Exista net, telefoane - in afara de al meu, care nu mai merge... Si oricum e doar o luna. Si inca putin. &lt;br /&gt;Plaja, magazine, FOTBAL - duminica ma fac rosie si galbena pe fata :D - abia astept! &lt;br /&gt;Spain here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-4466810019402632207?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/4466810019402632207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/y-manana-me-voooooooy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4466810019402632207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4466810019402632207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/07/y-manana-me-voooooooy.html' title='y mañana me voooooooy.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6998794757394911588</id><published>2010-06-30T15:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:55:16.029+03:00</updated><title type='text'>titlu.</title><content type='html'>Dupa o perioada lunga de extrema lene, in care mi-am abandonat superbitatea de blog, am revenit. M-a plictisisem sa scriu, oricum, nu citeau decat vreo 2-3 maxim, asa ca n-avea niciun rost. As fi stat in starea aia mult timp de acum incolo, numai ca am aflat ca o buna prietena si-a facut blog, asa ca mi-am zis sa ma intorc la scris. Ca tot e vacanta si nu mai am ce sa comentez, mai ales ca peste o saptamana si ceva plec. Unde sunt zilele de alta data cand scriam tot felul de balarii ? S-or intoarce ele. (speer) &lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama (de fapt, stiam de mult) ca suntem niste nemultumiti. Toti. Indiferent de natie, sex, etnie sau mai stiu eu ce. Suntem nemultumiti de parintii nostri - pt ca intotdeauna ii vedem pe cei ai prietenilor nostri mai buni. Si ei zic acelasi lucru despre ai nostri si tot asa. Nu ne plac lucrurile pe care le avem, nu ne place scoala, nu ne plac profesorii nostri. Vara vrem sa fie frig si brusc ni se face dor de Craciun si de iarna, desi iarna asteptam cu disperare vara. Nu ne place tara in care traim, si asta nu numai romanilor. De fapt, singurii oameni care sunt multumiti de tara in care traiesc, sunt emigrantii. Patriotismul de asemenea, nu s-a inventat pentru cei care chiar s-au nascut in tara respectiva. In fine, ideea e ca orice s-ar intampla, nu o sa ne convina niciodata. O sa traim gandindu-ne ca se putea si mai bine, desi uneori nu facem nimic pt asta, dar nu o sa luam niciodata in calcul ideea ca se putea si mai rau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6998794757394911588?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6998794757394911588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/06/titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6998794757394911588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6998794757394911588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/06/titlu.html' title='titlu.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6871375407057480887</id><published>2010-05-20T23:40:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:01:01.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WiYyug52I/AAAAAAAAAHI/djpkxvZC5IM/s1600/barcelona+066.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/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WiYyug52I/AAAAAAAAAHI/djpkxvZC5IM/s320/barcelona+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473459468956133218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_Wh3pRtzFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/09iazBdmKLE/s1600/barcelona+043.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/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_Wh3pRtzFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/09iazBdmKLE/s320/barcelona+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473458899483741266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhiZSQXpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SU2SnvrfDqU/s1600/barcelona+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhiZSQXpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SU2SnvrfDqU/s320/barcelona+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473458534413786770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhRh6_bFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w-apSD0Jfp0/s1600/barcelona+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhRh6_bFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/w-apSD0Jfp0/s320/barcelona+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473458244674350162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhB-9EEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bgixd8zdeeI/s1600/barcelona+015.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/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WhB-9EEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bgixd8zdeeI/s320/barcelona+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473457977589764178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WgHfjBRJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XRufzih34Jk/s1600/barcelona+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WgHfjBRJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XRufzih34Jk/s320/barcelona+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473456972726617234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WfxmSFbEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fGenBtOdbJE/s1600/barcelona+010.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/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WfxmSFbEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fGenBtOdbJE/s320/barcelona+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473456596577512514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WfjpKIaMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ugY4ifciacU/s1600/barcelona+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WfjpKIaMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ugY4ifciacU/s320/barcelona+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473456356831291586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extranye molt, Barça !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6871375407057480887?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6871375407057480887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/05/barcelona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6871375407057480887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6871375407057480887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/05/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/S_WiYyug52I/AAAAAAAAAHI/djpkxvZC5IM/s72-c/barcelona+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3663294684217685040</id><published>2010-04-16T20:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:15:28.221+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deplorabil si jenant'/><title type='text'>Voi le vedeti ?</title><content type='html'>"-Ce tara frumoasa avem. &lt;br /&gt; -Daa, pacat ca  e locuita." &lt;br /&gt;Stiu, toata lumea foloseste propozitiile astea, ca sa descrie minunata , absolut superba noastra tarisoara, dar am ajuns la concluzia ca, in mare parte asa e. Trebuie doar sa deschizi televizorul sau, dupa caz, ziarul la pagina ... 3 in general, ca sa vezi asta. Toate panaramele devin mari vedete, modele demne de urmat. Cu ghilimelele de rigoare. Bine, saracele sunt si ele modele pentru cine prinde, sau la cine prinde. In general, pentru toate ... fetele, ca sa nu le zic altfel, care-si tuguie buzele ca sa fie mai maaaari, si mai rooz, foarte rooz, CEL mai roz. Ca si "modelele", normal. Ca daca simona sensual vrea sa-si scoata ochii, asta trebuie automat sa faca inconjurul tarii, sa devina stire Senzationala!!, eventual de interes mondial. Pai nu? Si bineinteles, multe alte fete sa viseze sa se marite cu "unu' cu bani", ca doar asta e caracteristica principala a unui barbat, ca sa-si scoata si ele ochii. Ce frumos, nu ? Emotionant chiar. Acuma, zic si eu de simona sensual, ca e singura de care mai stiu, asa mare vedeta. Ba nu, si inca una, parca si mai proasta - sexy braileanca. &lt;br /&gt;Chiar azi ma uitam la o emisiune, cireasa de pe tort, emisiune care de altfel, mi se parea dragutica si relaxanta, si vad o domnisoara (nu prea i se potriveste substantivul, dar treaca de la mine) de o frumusete rapitoare. Si o prostie si mai si. Domnisoara, era ajutata de mamica (sincer, nu ma mira ca asa a iesit ea, la cum era maica'sa) sa "gateasca", adica un fel de "ia cat mai multe produse pline de E-uri, pe care sa le pui in aceeasi oala, sau tava, si sa iasa felul de mancare". Si domnisoara, voia sa faca o petrecere in pijamale. Bineinteles, avea colanti cu imprimeu de ... zebra ? daca nu insel, si gatise evideent, in ceva cu imprimeu de leopard. Nu am nimic cu tipele care se duc la solar, o fac pe pielea lor, la propriu si la figurat, da' daca idealul tau este sa ajungi la o piele de culoarea lemnului wengue, problema ta, da' nu te vopsesti blond platinat, ca prea naturala nu o sa pari. Asa era si domnisoara. Plus buzitele cu botox? roooz, foarte roz. Si gene false. Sublim. Chiar mi-a placut de ea. Au si pus-o sa spuna ce a gatit, dar nu prea s-a descurcat. Limba romana e grele. Cand eram mai mica, un prieten de familie facea misto si zicea ca el  nu stie mai mult de 20 de cuvinte, dar ca le invarte si nu ne dam seama. Ei, la domnisoara asta, chiar asa era. Nu bag mana in foc ca vocabularul ei atinge 50 de cuvinte. &lt;br /&gt;Asta imi intareste convingerile ca daca nu ma uit prea mult la tv, nu o sa fie sfarsitul vietii mele. Desigur, ma voi trezi ca nu stiu ce a mai facut Andreutza Smecherutza, sau ca voi sti macar cine e, dar imi asum riscurile. &lt;br /&gt;Om involua ? Ca eu sincer, semnele de "mai bine" nu prea le vad, nici nu cred ca le mai prind in tara - thank god ! Voi le vedeti ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-3663294684217685040?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3663294684217685040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/04/voi-le-vedeti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3663294684217685040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3663294684217685040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/04/voi-le-vedeti.html' title='Voi le vedeti ?'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-7397535796578891574</id><published>2010-03-19T20:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:03:21.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mecanica inimii</title><content type='html'>"Intai de toate, nu atinge acele. In al doilea rand, stapaneste-ti mania. In al treilea rand, niciodata, nici in vecii vecilor, nu te indragosti. Caci atunci, pentru totdeauna, acul care arata orele la ceasornicul inimii tale iti va strapunge pielea, oasele ti se vor sfarama, iar mecanica inimii se va strica iarasi." &lt;br /&gt;Mathias Malzieu - Mecanica inimii&lt;br /&gt;Ai strabate jumate de continent pentru a ajunge la o persoana de care te-ai indragostit din prima clipa in care ai vazut-o ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-7397535796578891574?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/7397535796578891574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/mecanica-inimii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7397535796578891574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7397535796578891574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/mecanica-inimii.html' title='mecanica inimii'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5606051970961100265</id><published>2010-03-04T00:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:15:17.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multumesc'/><title type='text'>multumesc. mult.</title><content type='html'>multumesc mult ca existi. poate sa sune ca un cliseu, dar chiar asa e. (si asta la fel). intotdeauna ai fost acolo, langa mine, indiferent cat de sacaitoare, pisaloaga sau rautacioasa as fi fost. cele mai bune sfaturi pe care le-am primit, au fost de la tine. fara exceptie. si nu le spuneai doar ca sa le spui, sau sa ma faci sa ma simt mai bine. nici nu stii cat de bine mi-ai facut si in seara asta. ca de fiecare data, de altfel. imi pare rau, ca poate uneori nu am stiut sa te apreciez, si cu toate astea nu mi-ai intors niciodata spatele. nu stiu cum reusesti. mai tii minte, prin clasa a saptea, cand eram in statie, si eu eram trista pentru ca credeam ca o sa imi pun aparat (chestie care nu s-a intamplat nici pana azi) si mi-ai zis ca cine o ma place, o sa ma placa oricum, si daca nu? cui ii pasa? si te-am luat in brate, pentru ca a fost primu' lucru care mi-a venit sa il fac. sau la ziua mariei cand ne spuneam una alteia cat de ipohondre suntem. sau azi, cand ti-am zis cat de nasoala a fost ultima perioada, si mi-ai zis o multime de chestii. daca am fi una langa alta, mi-ar veni sa te imbratisez, ca atunci. si pentru multe, multe alte lucruri, care nu imi vin in minte acum, dar care exista. stii, asta e o dovada ca mai stiu si eu sa-mi aleg persoanele care sa ma inconjoare, pentru ca de multe ori fac alegeri neinspirate. adica mai tot timpu'. deci foarte multumesc. pentru tot. si te iubesc !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5606051970961100265?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5606051970961100265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/multumesc-mult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5606051970961100265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5606051970961100265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/multumesc-mult.html' title='multumesc. mult.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3234648274374428353</id><published>2010-03-01T22:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:48:54.910+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><title type='text'>1 martie? parca da ...</title><content type='html'>Recent am citit un articol cu "15 lucruri pentru ca blogul tau sa fie mai popular" sau asa ceva oricum. De ce? Nu ca as crede in articolele de genul "3 lucruri ca sa te placa" (asta chiar e o prostie, cine te place te place si fara sa stii tu 3 lucruri care "automat" il fac sa te placa, si sa le aplici) sau "49 de trucuri ca sa nu-stiu-ce-sa-mai-faci-si-sa-ai-o-super-viata". &lt;br /&gt;Deci cum spuneam sau ma intrebam, de ce? Exista niste reguli scrise prin care devii automat mai popular(a), placut(a) si altele terminate in "a" sau consoana (dupa caz)? Ca sincer, daca as sti ca asa e, pe mine nu m-ar deranja sa incerc. Sau poate da... Chiar, &lt;br /&gt;cum ar fi daca am sti exact ca daca facem nu-stiu-ce o sa ne fie mai bine, o sa avem viata la care visam de mici, mai mult succes si pretendentii "garla" la usa noastra (macar fereastra) ? Am fi dispusi sa aplicam regulile alea, sau am face aceleasi greseli pe care vrem nu vrem le toot facem fara incetare? Sincer, habar nu am, nu pot sa-mi dau eu cu parerea despre intreaga omenire, si nici nu vreau, pentru ca la randu-mi nu-mi place ca intreaga omenire sa-si dea cu parerea despre ce as face sau fac eu. &lt;br /&gt;Deci nu stiu, dar tind sa cred ca am face total altceva decat ce ar zice regulile alea pentru ca, dupa cum stim toti, "regulile sunt facute pentru a fi incalcate, nicidecum respectate" si oricum suntem supusi greselilor. Plus ca ar fi ataat de banala viata. Am sti exact ce trebuie sa facem ca sa fim mai asa, sau ca tipu'/tipa aia la care ne tot uitam cu un zambet tamp (pe ascuns, normal) sa ne placa, ori cum sa reusim in tot ce ne propunem. Groaznic, nu altceva. Si unde ar mai fi neprevizibilul vietii, lupta pentru lucrurile pe care vrei sa le realizezi si o groaza de alte chestii care fac viata interesanta si diferita de la om la om. &lt;br /&gt;Viata e alta pentru fiecare (de fapt, cred ca e cam ceea ce am spus mai sus, doar ca altfel). Adica exista vreo 23 de milioane de vieti diferite numai in Romania. Si sa se reduca toate la 1? Nu se merita. &lt;br /&gt;Ca de obicei, incep pe un drum si termin pe vreo alee laturalnica. Tipic mie. Revenind intr-un final la cele 15 sau cate erau ele motive cu blogu', m-am gandit (doar m-am gandit) sa fiu mai concisa, sa dezbat aceeasi idee si nu 7, si sa nu ma mai pierd in detalii nesemnificative. Intr-un test, profa de romana mi-a spus ca am tendinta de a divaga. Chiar asta fac acum. Tipic mie. &lt;br /&gt;Dar scriu, si scriu degeaba. Pentru ca la urmatorul post, tot la fel o sa fac. &lt;br /&gt;Si eu chiar nu cred in articolele de genul. (desi unele mi se par interesante, dar oricum nu ajung niciodata sa le pun in practica) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-3234648274374428353?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3234648274374428353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-martie-parca-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3234648274374428353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3234648274374428353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-martie-parca-da.html' title='1 martie? parca da ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-8733022360260239889</id><published>2010-02-28T23:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:37:32.181+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aurora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duminica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobuz(e)'/><title type='text'>Aventuri cu autobuzu' sau Cum sa (nu) ajungi in Aurora</title><content type='html'>Azi am iesit in oras. Nimic iesit din comun pana aici. De fapt nu e nimic iesit din comun, dar mie mi s-a parut haios. Deci am iesit eu in oras, ma intalnesc cu Antonia (doamne, cat e de inalta, pe langa mine, care par ca am 1m si 3 cm pe langa ea - eu care am o respectabila inaltime de ... 1 60 si cevaa :D) sa revenim. Ma intalnesc cu Antonia, intram noi in mec, ce-ai mai facut, bine tu, si eu... Vine si Maria (langa ea nu ma apuca complexele de inferioritate) La fel, ce-ai mai facut si asa mai departe... Comandam noi acolo. Mergem numai eu cu Antonia la casa, Maria ramane la masa:&lt;br /&gt;Antonia : Vreau si euu..un meniu McChicken..&lt;br /&gt;Eu(din spatele ei) : Doua, doua..&lt;br /&gt;Antonia : Aaa, doua meniuri McChicken, medii, cu Cola si..&lt;br /&gt;Eu(tot din spate) : Fanta&lt;br /&gt;Antonia : Fanta. si un shake royal. (moment in care ne bufneste rasu' pe amandoua, tipa de la casa, probabil o fi zis ca n-am mai fost pe la mec, desi nu cred, mecul e un loc in care am fost de mai multe ori decat la scoala:)), si asta nu implica chiulitul:)), saau ca avem probleme cu capu'. Da, cred ca a doua varianta.) Antonia pleaca si raman eu cu comanda. Ea inca radea la masa cand am ajuns cu tava. Chiar era de ras. :))&lt;br /&gt;Terminam noi de mancat. Alte discutii despre problemele pe care le are fiecare in clasa cu 1 Martie (pe bune, daca nu ma gandesc uneori ca sarbatoarea asta nu s-a inventat ca sa ne incurce mai mult; asta &lt;strong&gt;nu&lt;/strong&gt; inseamna ca nu imi place sa primesc martisoare sau flori, dar deja ne abatem de la subiect) &lt;br /&gt;Mai stam noi un pic, ne mai benoclam la oameni, ei la noi, si hai sa mergem in aurora. Mai aveam toate, adica ele ca eu nu mai aveam niciun ban, 5 lei. Propun sa mergem cu taxi'u ca ajungem mai repede decat sa asteptam maxi'u sau autobuzu'. Ele nuu, cu una din alea doua cu care eu nu eram de acord. Fie. Ajungem noi in statie. Dupa ceva timp, vine 8u' pe care si eu si Antonia am vazut clar si mare XXL. "Gata, pe asta il luam" Urcam noi, gasim niste locuri, printre multimea coplesitoare de batranei si batranele, ne da biletele, facem misto de Maria pentru CA COntroloarea ii zice ca "pentru tine e 10 mii biletul" adica pentru altcineva e mai mult? Voiam sa observ ceva, dar nu mai observ nimic. Adica da, am observat (toate) ca nu o ia drept inainte cum stiam noi, ci o ia prima la dreapta, moment in care ne panicam ca niste persoane care se trezesc ca au luat un autobuz care le duce intr-o alta directie decat cea dorita, avand experiente dintr-astea la activ. Ajungem la Marghiloman, Brosteni, vedem si scoala 6 (daa, in sfarsit stiu unde e scoala 6) ajungem la pod, si la gara, cand se hotarasc, (eu ma gandeam sa ramanem, pentru ca era si retur si in cel mai rau caz am fi ajuns inapoi pe unirii) sa coboram. La gara. Adica exact in partea opusa. &lt;br /&gt;Raman numai eu cu Maria, Antonia pleaca acasa, si ne spune sa o sunam cand o sa ajungem, daca o sa ajungem in aurora. Ok. Astept eu cu Maria in statie la Hasdeu, un 3 care vine din 40 in 40 de minute. Ce poate fi mai frumos? Va spun eu, nimic. Si staam, si stam, si tot stam, cred ca trecusera deja 40 de minute cand ne-am hotarat noi sa o luam mmai bine pe jos ca sunt sanse mai mari sa ajungem azi, decat asa. Iar ne bufneste rasu'. O luam prin piata daciei, si ii zic (se subintelege, Mariei) sa mergem intai la ea acasa (dupa faza cu 8u',nu mai aveam decat 2 lei) sa luam 5 lei si cand ne intoarcem sa venim cu taxi'u. Dupa doua ore de cand ne hotaraseram sa mergem in aurora, doar 2 din cele 3 initiale, ajungem intr-un final in mult visata aurora ! Pe bune daca nu e mai usor sa ajungi la Polu' Nord. :)) &lt;br /&gt;A da, si 8u' chiar DUCE la xxl.&lt;br /&gt;Aveam mai multe de zis, dar postu' asta e si asa destul de lung si greu de "urmarit", asa ca ma opresc. Nu stiu de ce imi vin multe in cap seara/noaptea. Peste o jumate de ora, sau 23 de minute, o sa scap de iarna !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-8733022360260239889?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/8733022360260239889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/aventuri-cu-autobuzu-sau-cum-sa-nu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8733022360260239889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8733022360260239889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/aventuri-cu-autobuzu-sau-cum-sa-nu.html' title='Aventuri cu autobuzu&apos; sau Cum sa (nu) ajungi in Aurora'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3162649983402778598</id><published>2010-02-19T20:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:14:19.187+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimicuri semnificative'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneori, faci sau zici anumite lucruri sperand ca ceilalti vor reactiona conform planurilor facute de tine. Si atunci totul este in regula, pentru ca nu te-a luat nimeni prin surprindere. &lt;br /&gt;Dar daca scenariile tale nu se potrivesc cu cele facute la randul lor de alte persoane ? Atunci, ramai debusolat, nestiind ce sa zici sau cum sa reactionezi, asa, pe moment. Si iar iti trebuie alt scenariu ... Complicata treaba asta ! &lt;br /&gt;Fara nicio legatura cu ce am zis mai devreme, nimeni nu este indispensabil. Nimeni nu e indispensabil pentru nimeni. Cu o singura exceptie, exista o singura persoana pentru care esti indispensabil si de care nu te poti lipsi : tu insuti. In rest, lumea o sa zica multe despre tine, sau pur si simplu nu o sa dea nici 2 bani pe tine si nu o sa zica nimic. O sa se lipseasca de tine. Si o sa-i doara pe multi, desi or sa te comenteze la greu, fix in cot de tine. Lumea vorbeste exagerat de mult in general, dar daca mai e si bagata in seama, incepe sa sufere de logoree. O sa se intample, daca nu se intampla deja. &lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, pentru tot ceea ce (...) ceri de la viata, trebuie sa dai la randul tau inapoi. Nu esti cu nimic mai presus decat ceilalti,pentru ca teoretic toti suntem egali. Practic, poate lucrurile nu stau chiar asa, dar macar teoria sa o stim, ca ne vom descurca noi cumva. In orice caz, daca vrei respect trebuie sa dai inzecit respect, daca vrei sa fii ascultat, sa se tina cont de parerile tale, la fel. Si asa mai departe, ati prins ideea. A da, si nu e deloc placut sa vorbesti degeaba, asa, pentru pereti. Pentru nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;A da (din nou). Si nu trebuie sa te schimbi pentru nimeni si nimic in lume, doar ca sa fii cineva altcineva. Cine o sa te placa, o sa te placa asa cum esti. Cine nu, asta e. De ce sa vrei sa fii iubit pentru ceva ce nu esti ? Sau poate o fi mai bine sa-ti creezi un scut, o masca, din teama de a nu fi ranit, sa nu-ti fie modificate sentimentele sau mai stiu eu ce. Sa le demonstrezi celorlalti ca nu esti ceea ce credeau ei ca esti, teapaa! Si ca o sa le trebuiasca mult timp sa te cunoasca, si asta putini o vor face. Mda, e si asta o idee, pe care intr-un fel o adoptasem si eu intr-un timp, dar la care am renuntat incet, incet. &lt;br /&gt; Dar suntem oameni. Si suferinta face parte din existenta noastra. A tuturor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-3162649983402778598?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3162649983402778598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/uneori-faci-sau-zici-anumite-lucruri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3162649983402778598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3162649983402778598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/uneori-faci-sau-zici-anumite-lucruri.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5377232453453897532</id><published>2010-02-15T23:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:31:33.438+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><title type='text'>diverse aberatii 2</title><content type='html'>Stii, e frumos sa vezi ca desi au trecut anii, inca e prietena ta, ca o sa fie mereu acolo, chiar daca la distanta, cu un sfat sau o parere ... Ca totusi, intre voi lucrurile au ramas neschimbate. Si probabil ca asa vor ramane. &lt;br /&gt;Dar, cu trecerea anilor poti la fel de bine sa iti dai seama ca te-au uitat, sau ca (ceea ce e si mai trist) nu ai insemnat niciodata prea mult pentru ei. Ca nu ai fost cineva pe care si l-au dorit. Ca erai un intrus, dar intr-un fel incepusesi sa te obisnuiesti cu statutul tau. Te uiti la pozele lor, nu mai apari in ele, iti prezinta o lume, din care nu mai faci parte, sau poate nu ai facut niciodata parte.  Din pacate, nici nu ti se simte lipsa.  &lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, te gandesti ca ai facut alegerea corecta, ca mai bine stai langa oamenii pentru care insemni ceva, care tin la tine, si la care tii, intr-o lume care te vrea, dar pe care poate nu o vrei la fel de mult ca cea care nu te vrea. Insa aici esti "de-a casei", nu esti un strain. Si asta e bine. Strain nu suna frumos. Si sa fii considerat un strain, e cu atat mai nasol.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat e ca avem impresia ca ne-ar fi si mai bine acolo unde nu ne mai putem intaorce, acolo unde nu suntem primiti cu bratele deschise. Poate pentru ca tanjim intotdeauna la ceva ce nu putem avea asa usor, pentru care trebuie sa luptam, caci daca primim prea multe, ne plictisim si o sa ne luam jucariile, sa plecam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5377232453453897532?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5377232453453897532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/diverse-aberatii-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5377232453453897532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5377232453453897532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/diverse-aberatii-2.html' title='diverse aberatii 2'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-8707644986129638912</id><published>2010-02-02T00:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:19:47.874+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='februarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapada'/><title type='text'>Rectificare.</title><content type='html'>Tocmai m-am uitat pe geam, si chiar cand credeam ca nimic nu ma mai poate surprinde, am ramas cu gura cascata, pentru ca afara e chair foarte frumos. Si, vorba Andrei, intr-un comentariu pe care mi l-a lasat, seamana cu iarna de cand eram miici, si cu imaginile de pe google. &lt;br /&gt;Deeci, azi si acum (si maine) imi place zapada. E prea frumos ca sa nu-mi placa. Inca o data mi-am demonstrat cat de schimbatoare sunt, prin urmare nu pot sa ma hotarasc definitiv nici macar in chestii ca "daca imi place zapada". Asa ca maine o sa fac o groaza de ingerasi in zapada (chiar? de cand nu am mai facut un ingeras? ) si multe, multe, multe poze si o sa ma bat cu zapada. De cand n-am mai fost asa de entuziasmata ? De mult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iarna asta a fost prea frumoasa ca sa fie adevarata. (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-8707644986129638912?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/8707644986129638912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/rectificare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8707644986129638912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8707644986129638912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/rectificare.html' title='Rectificare.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-834672004370499042</id><published>2010-02-01T18:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:18:55.627+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='februarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimicuri semnificative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Diverse aberatii.</title><content type='html'>M-am hotarat sa scriu. Ceva. Orice. Nu ca as fi intrat brusc intr-o stare creativa de nu se poate, dar simteam nevoia sa scriu. Si oricum, pentru ce scriu eu, nu e nevoie de stari din cale afara de creative, doar  de chef. :D &lt;br /&gt;Cand credeam ca ultima luna de iarna o sa ma scuteasca de tonele de zapada pe care le-am tot vazut pana acum, ce sa vezi? azi a inceput sa ninga. Mda, adica nu ca nu mi-ar placea zapada, dar stim cu totii ca sunt putine lucruri care in exces nu dauneaza. Si in ceea ce ma priveste (normal, ca nu scriu pentru altii) zapada nu face parte din lucrurile care sa-mi placa in exces. &lt;br /&gt;M-am plictisit. De iarna. Cred ca iarna asta am avut parte de zapada mai mult decat ... in ultimii cinci ani ? Cam asa ceva, mai ales ca o iarna nici nu am petrecut-o in tara, deci clar nu am vazut zapada. Cum spuneam , m-am plictisit. Da, peisaj foarteee frumos, zapada, omat, nea, cum vreti sa-i ziceti, bulgareala (bine ca nu e scoala !) dar eu vreau altceva. Nu vreau cizme si palton, mai degraba balerini (se accepta si tenisi) si jacheta (sau nici aia). Nu vreau pulovere, zeci de perechi de ciorapi, sosete, caciula, fular extreem de gros... Nu, vreau Altceva. Dar mai am de asteptat. &lt;br /&gt;"Inca mai caut o floare care sa-mi spuna ca deja e primavara. Inca mai caut cele 4 secunde care nu-mi mai apartin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astea fiind zise, vacanta placuta ! :D (stiu, suna cam expirat, dar totusi, vacanta placuta)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-834672004370499042?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/834672004370499042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/diverse-aberatii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/834672004370499042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/834672004370499042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/02/diverse-aberatii.html' title='Diverse aberatii.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-2303930113359749553</id><published>2010-01-25T22:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:20:26.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ianuarie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si stau. E doar ianuarie ? Da. Urat. Ma simt atat de molesita si lipsita de vlaga ... Se termina un semestru, care mie mi se parea la inceput, interminabil. De fapt, nimic nu e interminabil.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am chef de nimic. Vreau doar sa stau, in pat, sa citesc sau sa ma uit la televizor, sau orice altceva, mai putin sa ma gandesc la ziua de maine, si la ce nota minunata am luat la testu' de la chimie ...&lt;br /&gt;Televizoru' e deschis, habar n-am pe ce program. Oricum imi intra pe-o ureche si imi iese pe cealalta. Nici ciocolata nu ajuta ... Incerc sa termin o carte, dar eu sunt ca un melc in ceea ce priveste o carte care nici nu-mi displace, dar nici nu o ador, doar imi place. Am citit de vreo 5 ori aceeasi fraza, acelasi paragraf, si probabil o sa o citesc si a 6a oara, fara sa inteleg nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Si as vrea acum, sa fiu departe, oriunde. De fapt, nu oriunde, nu. La mare. Sau macar sa fie vineri ... Azi vreau asta, pentru ca maine oricum o sa vreau altceva ... :D&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi place ce am scris. Aveam atatea idei, cuvinte care se completau, si care impreuna sunau atat de bine. Mereu, mereu, cand vreau sa scriu mi se intampla acelasi lucru - pur si simplu nu e ceea ce voiam sa fie ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-2303930113359749553?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/2303930113359749553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-stau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2303930113359749553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2303930113359749553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-stau.html' title=''/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-1835201599387036687</id><published>2010-01-16T21:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:54:04.934+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste ?'/><title type='text'>marea meaa .</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor de mare. Daca cineva mi-ar propune acum sa merg la mare, as accepta fara sa stau pe ganduri. Deci cine e acel cineva ? :D &lt;br /&gt;Revenind, mi-e tare dor de mare. Doamne cat asteptam in fiecare duminica sa ajung la mare ! Sa simt nisipul fierbinte sub picioarele mele, si briza, si aerul ala de mare, si sunetul valurilor, sa ma las purtata de ele ... Chiar si atunci cand niste prieteni ma sileau sa ma trezesc, precizez - Vara, la 7 dimineata, ca sa ajungem cat mai devreme pe plaja, chiar si asa imi placea, stiam ca urma sa ma intiind pe nisip, si sa iau micu' dejun pe plaja ... Vise, de fapt amintiri. Toata vara am facut poze pe fiecare plaja pe unde am fost, fiecarei scoici pe care am vazut-o (chiar ! mi-am adus aminte de scoica mea, aruncata prin sertar) urmaream fiecare urma pe care o faceam pe nisipul umed (pe nisipul uscat, urmele mele se amestecau mult prea usor printre urmele celorlalti, si era prea mare efortul pe care trebuia sa-l depun ca sa le diferentiez). Urmaream fiecare copilas care facea prima baie in mare, si incantarea de pe chipul lor, ma facea sa zambesc, asa, aparent fara motiv.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce imi vine acum in minte e "vara asta", pentru ca inevitabil mereu am asociat marea cu dragostea. Mai sunt 5 luni si o sa merg iar la mare ... Pana atunci, raman cu marea mea in mine.&lt;br /&gt;De la o vreme mi se pare ca scriu numa' prostii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-1835201599387036687?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/1835201599387036687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/marea-meaa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1835201599387036687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1835201599387036687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/marea-meaa.html' title='marea meaa .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6060825564414023572</id><published>2010-01-15T20:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:56:49.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste ?'/><title type='text'>despre ... nu stiu ce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O persoana foarte draga mie, mi-a zis sa scriu despre dragoste si "alti demoni", si cum despre asta tot discutam, si momentan nu-mi vine nimic in minte (decat probabil, niste pronume demonstrative din latina, si nu cred ca e ceva foarte interesant) am zis, hai sa scriu despre asta. Desi, personal, nu cred ca sunt persoana indicata ca sa vorbesc despre asta, viata mea amoroasa nefiind una foarte vasta, dar o sa incerc.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea (ce cuvant, mare si usor greu de pronuntat/scris) da, e un sentiment taare dragut, fluturi si toate celelalte, dar asta doar cand e impartasita. Pentru ca atunci cand nu e, e cam diferita treaba. Staai, si astepti, de fapt, tanjesti dupa o privire, un zambet, un "buna !" al lui (sau al ei, dupa caz. Desi noi suferim mai mult "in tacere" decat ei), tresari de fiecare data cand il vezi (tinand cont de ce am zis mai devreme, o sa continui toata seria asta la masculin), ti se par haioase toate glumele lui, desi cele mai multe sunt de o stupizenie imensa. Adormi cu gandul la el, si facandu-ti zeci de vise, si scenarii, de la ziua in care te va remarca (pentru ca visele fetelor sunt taare optimiste, si Sigur te va remarca) si-ti va spune ce ochi frumosi ai, si pana la ziua cand o sa fii intr-o rochie alba, lunga si cu un buchet mare de trandafiri.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, visele se adeveresc (nu garantez pentru cel cu rochia alba), si tu trezesti plutind (de-a dreptul, pentru ca nu faci decat sa topai cu un zambet tamp pe fata cand te gandesti cat de minunat e, si ca e al tau) cum spuneam, de fericire, si totul e ca in filme, si se termina cu un sarut, un apus de soare, si un "the end" in centru, sau in dreapta jos. Saau (asta e partea pe care niciuna din noi nu vrea sa o accepte) nu se intampla nimic, el nu te-a remarcat (inca !! sigur o sa te remarce) iar tu nu plutesti de fericire, nici macar un zambet nu ai, iar asta nu pentru ca suferi dupa o poveste lunga, ci din faptul ca nici macar nu a existat o poveste. Ai ramas cu visele, niciun sarut, niciun zambet al lui pentru tine, nimic. Nicio plimbare impreuna, pentru ca nu a existat niciun "voi", niciodata. Da, e si asta o varianta.&lt;br /&gt;Nici eu nu stiu despre ce am scris pe aici. Uneori e mai bine sa te lasi dusa de val ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6060825564414023572?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6060825564414023572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-nu-stiu-ce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6060825564414023572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6060825564414023572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-nu-stiu-ce.html' title='despre ... nu stiu ce.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-8952628647758707472</id><published>2010-01-12T22:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:22:10.315+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ianuarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discriminare'/><title type='text'>Hai nu zau !</title><content type='html'>Deci, iar ianuarie. Urasc luna asta chiar mai mult decat urasc septembrie (chiar? ... da) S-au intamplat destule chestii de cand n-am mai scris, unele mai ... haioase (acum, pentru ca atunci erau cel putin nasoale), altele nu la fel de haioase (nici acum, nici atunci). Una dintre chestiile haioase acum, a fost revelionu', desi atunci imi venea (si nu numai mie) sa-i iau la bataie pe toti, pentru ca se imbatasera ca porcii, si din nefericire pentru persoana care a organizat, NU au nimerit baia. :D Poate cu alta ocazie, o sa scriu vreun post ametit pe aici.&lt;br /&gt;Insa o chestie despre care tineam mortis sa scriu, si am tot amanat sperand ca intr-un final nu o sa mai fie nevoie, are legatura cu tiganii. Pana acum ceva vreme, eram cat de ne-rasista puteam fi, chiar le luam apararea, zicand, ca in orice caz nu toti sunt la fel. De ce tot sar toti, ca sunt discriminati ? Noi ? Ii discriminam ? Suntem cumva noi aia care daca ii vedem cu ceva in mana (de mancare, de cele mai multe ori) sarim la ei, cerandu-le sa ne dea putin ? Suntem noi aia care ne luam de ele, fluierandu-le si cerandu-le numerele de telefon, doar pentru ca e vara si sunt in pantaloni scurti ? Suntem noi aia care intram in mec si le cerem bani si BigMac, doar pentru ca il vad pe masa ? Suntem noi aia care le scuipam pe palton sau in fata ? Sau noi suntem aia care le dam bani daca ne cer, sau in orice caz nu incepem sa ne bagam si sa ne scoatem cine stie ce in ei ? Cei care le oferim locuri speciale ? (de cee ? nu asa ii discriminam mai tare ?) Cei care ii promovam pana in panzele albe, facand seriale (3 !!) cu ei, si emisiuni, si programe de revelion ?Cei care suntem preocupati de discriminarea lor ? Si ei ? Ei ce fac ? Ne arata ce smecheri sunt ei. Hai sictir ! &lt;br /&gt;De ce nu suntem preocupati in aceeasi masura si de discriminarea oamenilor cu deficiente ? Sau de cateii maidanezi si animalele de pe strada ? Sau de copiii si femeile abuzati in diferite moduri ? DE CE ?&lt;br /&gt;Mai e ceva ce voiam sa mentionez : Buzaul e in general un oras naspa, Buzaul in decembrie nu e chiar atat de nasol, dar nici foarte dragut nu e, dar Buzaul in ianuarie e groaznic de groaznic !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-8952628647758707472?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/8952628647758707472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/hai-nu-zau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8952628647758707472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8952628647758707472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2010/01/hai-nu-zau.html' title='Hai nu zau !'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-9093496034621223948</id><published>2009-12-30T21:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:26:00.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decembrie'/><title type='text'>Asadar, sfarsit .</title><content type='html'>Teoretic (asta pentru ca niciodata nu stiu ce voi face maine, decat daca e vorba de lucruri "mari", planificate) e ultima mea postare din acest an. Ceea ce nu imi inspira nimic. Se mai termina un an, deci mai adaugam inca unul pe care o sa trebuiasca sa-l caram in spate, de-acum incolo. Poate ca de-aia ne miscam mai greu cand imbatranim - avem prea  multi ani, pe care i-am toot carat ... Oricum, asta nu e o problema la cei 15 ani ai mei (de care sunt foarte mandra).&lt;br /&gt;Ca de obicei, la sfarsit de an, se trec in revista toate succesurile si toate esecele, si alte balarii de-astea, ca sa "nu repetam aceleasi greseli in noul an, si sa ne mentinem pe linia de plutire (daca exista)". Vrajeli, pentru ca oricum o sa facem greseli, uneori chiar aceleasi stupide greseli.  Nu e usor sa te schimbi, sau cand esti intr-o situatie relativ la fel cu o alta in care ai mai fost, sa stai sa te gandesti "bai, anu' trecut am gresit, deci ia sa fac altfel" in conditiile in care, greseala iti sta in fire. Deci asta pica, pentru ca o sa gresim mereu. Si probabil ca o sa avem aceleasi defecte, de care, misterios vrem sa scapam de revelion, dar care nu ne deranjeaza in timpul anului.&lt;br /&gt;Desi am palavragit pe seama chestiei asteia, fac o lista cu lucrurile pe care as vrea, adicaa vreau sa le indeplinesc in "noul an":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;vreau sa nu-mi mai pierd banii pe care ii am in buzunar (adica restul de la mec, si alte prostii, care imi ies din buzunar, din cauza ca e prea mic) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o sa incerc sa nu mai fiu atat de fraiera (in sensul ca, mi se face mila de toti cersetorii, de toate persoanele care ma enerveaza, dar care atunci cand imi cer ceva nu pot sa le zic "nu") adica ceea ce eu numesc "nu pot sa spun NU" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa nu imi mai pese atat de mult de parerea celorlalti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa citesc mai mult &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saaaa... nu stiu, o sa mai vad eu pe parcurs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si inca alte cateva chestii pe care le pastrez pentru mine :D. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In ceea ce priveste "gradul de memorabilitate" al acestui an, a fost unul destul de ridicat. Am terminat ª8ª, am scapat de acea "minunata" scoala, am intrat in Hasdeu, am avut agapa si balu', am cunoscut o groaza de persoane interesante... Multe. Intr-un fel, a fost un an bun. Revelionu' ma prinde iar alaturi de persoane la care tin, deci e bine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cat despre 2010, sper sa fie, daca nu mai bun, cel putin la fel de bun ca 2009, sa-mi aduc aminte la miezul noptii sa-mi pun o dorinta (se spune ca se indeplineste), sa calc cu dreptul cand ma dau jos din pat (alta prostioara...); in rest, sa nu ne omoare criza si gripa porcina! :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deci, La multi ani! pentru 2010 ! Sa petreceti bine (ceva in genul sa traiti bine), iar in ceea ce ma priveste, sper ca 2010 sa ma gaseasca intr-o lume, macar mai organizata, daca nu mai buna. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-9093496034621223948?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/9093496034621223948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/asadar-sfarsit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/9093496034621223948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/9093496034621223948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/asadar-sfarsit.html' title='Asadar, sfarsit .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6105789318060993750</id><published>2009-12-28T21:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:33:04.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decembrie'/><title type='text'>Si ne pregatim de revelioon ...</title><content type='html'>Daa, Craciunul a trecut repede, mult prea repede, groaznic de repede. A fost frumos. Surprinzator, am reusit sa le imbin pe toate - rudele mamei, cu rudele lui tata, mamaia, bunica, verisorii, muulta mancare (asta nu a fost nicio surpriza), colinde, nasi ... Obositor. Plus 5 ore de mers cu trenu' pana la bunica ... Dar a fost frumos. Un Craciun, asa cum trebuie sa fie un Craciun. Nu chiar perfect, da' o sa lucram la el, anii viitori si o sa-l perfectionam !&lt;br /&gt;Si acum ne pregatim de revelion ... Pune bani, intalneste-te, stabileste cu nebunii ce si cum, unde, la cine si restul. Pana acum, nu am rezolvat decat unde. In schimb, ne-am umplut de petarde si artificii. Ieei ! Dar o sa fie dragut. Pacat ca o sa treaca prea repede ... Asta e. Avem timp, nu ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6105789318060993750?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6105789318060993750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-ne-pregatim-de-revelioon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6105789318060993750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6105789318060993750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-ne-pregatim-de-revelioon.html' title='Si ne pregatim de revelioon ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-7802938023219310198</id><published>2009-12-24T23:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:11:55.033+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mos Craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri marunte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decembrie'/><title type='text'>24-25 (Decembrie)</title><content type='html'>Ajun ... Brad, luminite, cadouri, colinde, si toate cele. Ca de obicei. Anu' asta insa, nu miroase a brad in casa. E foarte ciudat cu brad artificial. Adica da, e frumos, bogat, toate globurile si beteala si instalatia  vin cum trebuie, da' , brad natural am avut de cand ma stiu, si nu stiu, parca era in fiecare an la fel - acelasi brad, cu distanta de 10 cm intre craci, care era prea inalt si prea putin dezvoltat pe orizontal, dar era ... era "de-al casei". Toate pozele mele de Craciun erau langa brad natural. Era ca si cum nu as fi crescut deloc, eu, acelasi copil destul de cuminte - chiar prea cuminte, care nu facea nimic rau, nimanui, niciodata ... Intr-un fel, nu m-am schimbat. Am ramas tot eu, copilul care inca mai crede in Mos Craciun. Treaba voastra, puteti sa radeti, puteti sa nu ma credeti, dar eu inca mai cred. Si imi place sa cred. Craciunul n-ar mai fi Craciun fara Mos Craciun.   &lt;br /&gt;A tecut si Ajunu' asta, la fel de repede o sa treaca si Craciunul, dar deocamdata de-abia e ... e 25, deci mai e timp. Avem timp ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craciun fericit !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-7802938023219310198?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/7802938023219310198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-25-decembrie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7802938023219310198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7802938023219310198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-25-decembrie.html' title='24-25 (Decembrie)'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-3725167281522353766</id><published>2009-12-21T00:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:57:56.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mos Craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri marunte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasdeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maimuta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decembrie'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming to town ...</title><content type='html'>Observ ca toata lumea se agita pe aici, scrie, despre Craciun, iarna si toate cele, si nu mi-am permis sa nu fac la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Ceva foarte interesant, sau extreeeem de JMecher cu 15 de JM, nu am de zis. In primul rand, VACANTAAAA ! Aveam si noi 3 saptamani, si si pe alea ni le-au luat ... In orice caz, serbarea a fost foarte draguta, si ultima zi a fost chiar frumoasa. Cu exceptia faptului ca diriga n-a venit la ora, si noi ii pregatisem o surpriza (dar oricum, ne-am obisnuit cu asta; diriga e un fel de lasa-ma sa te las). Daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, a fost chiar mai dragut fara ea. Pe unul din (cei 2) baieti l-am facut Mos Craciun, si ne-a impartit cadourile. Am primit o maimutica, pe care scrie Love You, si o oja rosie. Si alte lucrusoare specifice Craciunului de alte prietene. Chiar a fost dragut miercuri, cu alta exceptie - ora de fizica, CAre a fost mai nasoala decat chimia. Profa mi-a stricat toata ziua. In fine. Am scapat.&lt;br /&gt;In rest, astept Craciunul, mersul la colindat. Am dat drumul la aproape jumatate din cei care au colindat, in speranta ca si altii vor fi al fel de draguti cu noi ... Si nu numai de-asta, in general de Craciun trebuie sa fii mai bun cu cei din jur, si uneori chestia asta chiar nu implica prea mult efort. E bine sa dai si altora, chair daca dai din putinul tau. Parca, intr-un fel sau altul, devine mai mult. E o senzatie taare draguta sa stii ca ai adus un zambet pe chipul oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la lista de lucruri pe care o astept, astept sa impodobesc bradul, sa ma "umplu" de cozonaci si alte cele. Pur si simplu, sa se stranga toata familia in jurul mesei, in prima zi de Craciun. Pentru ca, in ceea ce ma priveste, prima zi de Craciun imi place cel mai mult. Nu ca celelalte nu ar avea farmec, doar ca acesta dispare incetul cu incetul ... 3 zile sunt prea putine. Ar trebui sa avem si noi 12 zile de Craciun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Din fericire, de zapada am avut parte (deja) din plin, asa ca nu ma pot plange, si tata a venit, deci ma simt implinita. Doamne, cat iubesc Craciunul !&lt;br /&gt;In ceea ce il primeste pe Mos, a fost darnic (chiar si pe timp de criza). Si eu am foat o fata cuminte :-".&lt;br /&gt;Remember, ca sa primesti, trebuie sa dai mai intai. Asta nu e foarte greu ... Nu-mi place sa dau sfaturi altora, inainte sa le aplic. Deci, o sa incerc sa fiu mai draguta cu ceilalti, sa-i ascult cu atentie, sa nu comentez (prea mult) la ai mei, sa le dau cate ceva de mancare cateilor si pisicilor din fata blocului, si (sper eu) sa o ajut pe mamaie la bucatarie, SI sa vorbesc mai mult cu bunica la telefon. Siiii, sa am grija de prietenii mei.&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is going to be...great !&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie (exista si o concluzie), Craciun foarte, foarte fericit oricarei persoane care a citit acest post !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-3725167281522353766?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/3725167281522353766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3725167281522353766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/3725167281522353766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is coming to town ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-1793848387046660816</id><published>2009-12-02T18:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:08:01.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decembrie'/><title type='text'>decembriee .</title><content type='html'>Cat am asteptat luna asta ! (pe langa faptul ca nu imi vine sa cred ca au trecut 11 luni din anul asta) Din toate lunile de iarna, e cea pe care o iubesc cel mai mult. De fapt, e cam singura luna de iarna, in care am parte de "iarna mea" asa cum imi place : Craciun, Revelion, miros de cozonac, brad, globulete, instalatii, tata, familie, cadouri, prieteni, colinde, iar familie, ger napraznic si promoroaca (daca zapada nu) - nu-mi plac Craciunurile "flescaite", in care ba ninge, ba e lapovita, ba e noroi, ba se topeste zapada pentru ca e prea cald ... - revenind., fulgi de zapada (asta mai rar se intampla) ...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place ca e asa, o luna agitata, in care toata lumea cauta, cumpara, alearga, unii scriu felicitari sau scrisori (daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, de mult nu am mai primit o scrisoare) ... Magazinele sunt impodobite, orasul e plin de luminite, jucariile au mai mult farmec decat oricand-as sta sa ma benoclez la toate, toata ziua ... Ne pregatim de Revelion, unii de teze :)), altii nu - exemplu, NOI.  Sper sa dea jos afisele electorale (o data cand mergeam la mec, i-am vazut fata imensa a lui Basescu - a fost un soc), sunt taare inestetice, iar mie personal, nu imi place sa vad o suta de basescu si alti 79 de geoana. Mai apare, discret care un crin, dar in fine, asta e alta poveste ...&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam, luna asta este extreem de frumoasa, in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. Si eu personal, abia astept sa vina 19 Decembrie, si sa vina tataa ! :x Intr-un fel sau altul, asta e principalul motiv (nu am zis singurul) pentru care Ador Decembrie ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-1793848387046660816?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/1793848387046660816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/decembriee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1793848387046660816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1793848387046660816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/12/decembriee.html' title='decembriee .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6367765276010048417</id><published>2009-11-29T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:25:49.972+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vineri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geoprofiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasdeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana'/><title type='text'>ora de geoprofiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pe langa faptul ca am intarziat putin la ora ei (bine, a intarziat si ea, asa ca nu s-a bagat de seama) - am dus-o pe Safta la locul ei, si i-am luat un pachet de biscuiti  :D, nu sunt atenta la ce zice profa (in general nu sunt, are asa un stil, care te adoarme) desi voiam sa ma asculte ca sa scap. Eh, alta data ! Sunt prea ocupata incercand sa mananc un corn la ora ei - e complicat, trebuie sa ma tot pitesc, sa nu ma vada. Dar nu ma las - mi-e foame. :D Urmeaza un moment de plictiseala. Ma uit pe pereti, mai imi intra ceva din ce zice intr-o ureche, dar imi iese pe alta. Nu prea vorbesc cu Ana - ea citeste Frankenstein (da, nici ea nu e atenta, e o "boala de banca"), a dat teza acum o ora cu profa asta (o are si la engleza, eu nu). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma enerveaza ca "uita" cuvinte in romana, pe care si le aduce aminte doar in engleza. Nu mai sunt atenta de mult, mai notez din cand in cand un cuvant fara traducere, dar mi-am propus sa notez tot ce "se intampla" in ora asta. Am scris mai mult decat la lectie. :)) E vineri, si ora asta mi se pare intotdeauna mai plictisitoare decat insasi matematica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E 5 fara 20 si inca nu am terminat cornul. Dupa - moment in care imi studiez manichiura mea frantuzeasca, usor stramba, pentru ca mana stanga imi tremura ingrozitor cand a trebuit sa fac marginile albe la mana dreapta, dar o sa ma perfectionez. Nu dureaza prea mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tot 5 fara 20, in sfarsit zice profa ceva interesant - despre studiile universitare in Marea Britanie. Chestie care ma intereseaza, tinand cont ca sunt la bilingv. Habar n-aveam ca statul  britanic iti plateste taxele de scolarizare, cu conditia ca tu sa semnezi un contract conform caruia esti "obligat" sa muncesti/stai 10 ani in UK, fara intrerupere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N-am fost atenta si habar n-am ce inseamna cuvintele pe care le notez (sau cuvantul) - tuition fees. Ana intreaba in spate : inseamna taxe de scolarizare. (ce spuneam eu mai devreme)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discut cu Ana despe chestia asta. Imi spune ca ei i-ar placea mai mult sa munceasca acolo, decat sa studieze acolo. Mie mi-ar placea amandoua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inca nu am terminat cornul, si m-am umplut de ciocolata, asa ca trebuie sa stau cu capu' in jos, pana ma curat, sperand sa nu observe ! (n-a observat, sau daca a facut-o, nu mi-a zis nimic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproape 5 fara 10 - victorie ! am terminat cornul meu. Ii spun si Anei. Am luat eu manualu' - cineva citeste pe acolo, si se fac niste exercitii, bineinteles, noi NU. Dar imi sare ceva in ochi - On average over half the population of Great Britain aged 16 and over is married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se da tema : niste miiiici fragmentele de citit, sa nu ne fie greu - dupa cum spune chiar ea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PAUZAAAAAAAAAAAA ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se mentioneaza ca lucrurile astea se intampla doar in ora asta. In rest, totul se desfasoara "conform regulamentului". :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Din notitele mele, de la sfarsitul caietului de Geoprofiles, in timpul orei de Geoprofiles, vineri, 27.nov.2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6367765276010048417?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6367765276010048417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/ora-de-geoprofiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6367765276010048417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6367765276010048417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/ora-de-geoprofiles.html' title='ora de geoprofiles'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-238078591670109430</id><published>2009-11-19T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:22:45.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(titlu)</title><content type='html'>Mi-a fost dor sa scriu. De obicei, nu-mi place sa scriu doar ca sa ma aflu in treaba, asa ca de-aia a trecut ceva vreme de la ultima postare. Nu ca azi as avea o maare inspiratie, dar azi e azi, si e o exceptie, pentru ca azi vreau sa scriu cu orice pret, chiar daca scriu o imensa prostie - nu ar fi prima sau ultima data.&lt;br /&gt;Am nimerit pe Acasa Tv, unde era un reportaj despre Gheorghe Dinica. Intotdeauna, dupa ce moare cineva ne aducem aminte de importanta acelei persoane, si de cat de mult ne lipseste. Pentru ca nu iti dai seama de importanta unui lucru, decat atunci cand nu il mai ai. Pacat este insa, ca in primele zile, saptamani, luni, se tot aminteste de artistul respectiv, de cat de important a fost, dupa care se uita. Ca se uita. Pentru ca s-a uitat dintotdeauna. Pacat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am sa incep acum sa zic tot "ce se zice"  - toata lumea stie valoarea unui actor ca Gheorghe Dinica. Nu stiu, parea asa, o persoana calda. Ramanem singuri, inconjurati de non-valori, pentru ca cele adevarate incep sa se stinga, iar tinerele, apar mai greu. Trist.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca moartea este o chestie fireasca in lumea animala, doar omul o face dureroasa. Dar cum altfel, cand nu stii ce e dupa ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-238078591670109430?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/238078591670109430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/238078591670109430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/238078591670109430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/titlu.html' title='(titlu)'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-2649250010164183829</id><published>2009-11-05T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:46:32.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>noiembrie .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Și aș putea să stau, o viață intreagă, uitându-mă în ochii tăi, fără să mi se pară că am pierdut timpul ... Tu ? Tu ce ai fi dispus să faci cu (pentru) mine ? Sau poate intrebarea e Dacă ai face ceva pentru mine ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-2649250010164183829?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/2649250010164183829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/noiembrie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2649250010164183829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/2649250010164183829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/11/noiembrie.html' title='noiembrie .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-8088592539435681320</id><published>2009-10-30T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:09:48.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facem o combinatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manele'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>"Ca lumea vrea sa-si auda numele in microfon, Si banii curg de zici ca-i arunca de la balcon ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat imi place sa merg pe strada si sa aud din masini versuri de maree adevaraciune, pentru toti pretenii si dusmanii mei. Glumesc, desigur. Inca nu mi-am gasit mp3'u si trebuie sa ascult de-astea in fieecare zi. Dragut. Inteleg, tu mare iubitor de manele, ca vrei sa asculti manele mai tot timpul (adica tot de altfel), dar eu, care nu sunt iubitoare de manele, de ce trebuie sa ascult ??&lt;br /&gt;S-au inventat castile. Dar nu merge asa, ca nu ne mai asculta lumea pe strada, nu mai zice cat de tari suntem noi ca ascultam manele, din masina, la maxim, in timp ce altii merg pe strada. Da, deci trebuie sa-mi gasesc urgent mp3'u.&lt;br /&gt;O alta chestie care face mersu' pe strada in Buzau, extreem de placut, este prezenta unor ... oameni. Care incep sa te fluiere, sa strige "hei, frumoaso (si alte variante)", sa-ti ceara numaru' de telefon, "facem o combinatie" si altele, doar pentru ca s-au inventat pantalonii scurti si fustele. N-am sa inteleg asta niciodata. Probabil pentru ca sunt fata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-8088592539435681320?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/8088592539435681320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8088592539435681320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8088592539435681320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-4529916731436868495</id><published>2009-10-24T19:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:00:56.738+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bal'/><title type='text'>Baal .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/SuMyF8h-rKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0O5RzGz_TYY/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211856249367714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/SuMyF8h-rKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0O5RzGz_TYY/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trecut si Balu'. A fost AL NOSTRU si asta spune tot. In general a fost mai bine ca la agapa : mai putin pompos, mai putine feluri de mancare si mai ieftin. Dar mai putin timp de dans. S-au facut mai putine poze ca la agapa. Am fost cam inghesuiti, ceea ce explica faptul ca cineva m-a calcat de mi-a rupt ciorapii, si ca se tot agatau persoane de rochia mea. Macar n-au fost manele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un tort din care n-am mancat prea mult, dar din ce-am gustat a fost bun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oficial am intrat in marea familie a Hasdeului. Si teoretic, nu mai suntem boboci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/SuMw9AoEF8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/JVLMQt7ft1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-4529916731436868495?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/4529916731436868495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/baal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4529916731436868495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/4529916731436868495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/baal.html' title='Baal .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/SuMyF8h-rKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0O5RzGz_TYY/s72-c/IMG_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5024489053138766906</id><published>2009-10-14T11:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:32:25.672+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miercuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fizica'/><title type='text'>miercuri, miercuri, miercuri ...</title><content type='html'>Azi ma simt taare ciudat. Adica naspa. E miercuri, dau test la fizica, am si chimia cu Fetic. Uraa, ura, de trei ori uraa. Urasc fizica. Am urat-o dintotdeauna si asa voi continua. Personal, nu imi va folosi niciodata, dar sunt oameni care nu inteleg asta. Am pierdut o groaza de timp, incarcandu-mi memoria cu formule pe care probabil nu le voi folosi decat azi, apoi le voi uita. (timp pe care as fi putut sa-l folosesc altfel, intr-un mod mult mai util).  Oricum nu le pricep. Nu am fost "programata" ca sa inteleg formule. Si nu am de gand sa fac nimic pentru a schimba asta. Azi o sa fie totusi o exceptie, doar pentru a nu lua 4. Trebuie sa ma mobilizez. Doar azi. De maine, "uit" de fizica si chimie pana saptamana viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Maine o sa fie mai bine - sper eu. O sa am timp suficient sa citesc si alte chestii. Plus ca se scurteaza orele. Dar pana maine, ramane azi. Si inevitabil, un test la fizica ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5024489053138766906?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5024489053138766906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/miercuri-miercuri-miercuri.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5024489053138766906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5024489053138766906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/miercuri-miercuri-miercuri.html' title='miercuri, miercuri, miercuri ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5426173079071157868</id><published>2009-10-09T11:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:01:06.367+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><title type='text'>fara titlu.</title><content type='html'>Uneori trebuie sa vezi ce viata nefericita are cel de langa tine, ca sa iti dai seama cat de bine o duci tu. Sa vezi cat de curajos e cel de langa tine, ca sa realizezi cat de las si neobisnuit sa lupti esti tu. Cum cel de langa tine s-a invatat sa nu planga imediat, pe cand tu plangi din orice fleac. Sa vezi cat de trist se simte cel de langa tine cand ajunge acasa din diferite motive, pe cand tu cand ajungi acasa te asteapta mama, sau tata, sau amandoi si parca intr-un fel sau altul mai uiti de probleme.&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa incercam sa mai criticam oamenii la prima vedere (de fapt, sa nu-i mai criticam in general). Pentru ca si cel mai rau sau ciudat sau antipatic dintre oameni, are un motiv pentru care a ajuns asa. Si nu suntem noi in masura sa-i criticam.&lt;br /&gt;Si ar trebui sa invatam sa valoram lucrurile. Si atunci cand cerem ceva, sa ne gandim daca la randul nostru am oferit ceva, ca sa primim inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5426173079071157868?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5426173079071157868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/fara-titlu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5426173079071157868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5426173079071157868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/fara-titlu.html' title='fara titlu.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-126994095968694885</id><published>2009-10-05T19:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:59:26.584+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deplorabil si jenant'/><title type='text'>deplorabil. dar adevarat.</title><content type='html'>Incep sa ma scoata din sarite toate pipitele care vorbesc doar ca sa scoata ceva pe gura. Sau care fac lucruri (in mintea lor) interesante, si care scot la iveala diva din ele, si chipurile prostii din noi. Da' poate nu ma intereseaza.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intereseaza comentariile facute doar ca sa fie facute, la adresa tuturor profilor, desi nu ii cunosti decat de 3 saptamani. Si toti ochii dati peste cap, cand culmea! spune sa scrii ceva. Ce nesimtire ! Si mai dau si tema. Nasol.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intereseaza ca pe tie nu-ti convine ca dai teza la latina. Ce cauti la filologie, daca tot urasti latina ? "Ca sa scap de mate." Exista ss'u (nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu am nimic nici cu sectia, nici cu ss'istii). Ghinion ! Ca si acolo se face latina in primii doi ani.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intereseaza ca tu n-ai mai citit in viata vietilor tale, o carte de la cap la coada. Ghinion din nou! Din pacate, se citeste. Daa, viata e dur si grele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intereseaza cat ai dat pe ultima bluza, si nici de unde ai luat-o, decat daca, normaal, te intreb. Nu, nici firma nu ma intereseaza. Dar daca nu putem sa ne laudam cu altceva, ne laudam cu asta. Si evideent, ca trebuie sa ne uitam de sus, la cei care nu fac asta. Pai nu-i asa ?&lt;br /&gt;Si nici daca te vad  ca te duci la baie cu tot arsenalul dupa tine(fixativ, gloss - vreo 3, nici acum nu inteleg de cee - rimel, fard) nu ma impresionezi. Pentru mine, baia ramane un simplu loc, e adevarat cu oglinda :)) pentru cele interesate, unde iti faci nevoile, dupa care te speli pe maini, si iesi! Si pentru asta n-ai nevoie de mai mult de cinci minute. Nu toata pauza.&lt;br /&gt;Si de ce trebuie sa vii cu geanta la scoala ? Din moment ce cartile sunt prea grele chiar si intr-un ghiozdan, da' sa le mai tii si pe un singur umar ? Sau de ce, tu, la cei cinjpe' anisori ai tai, si tot tuu, care nu te tii prea bine pe tocuri, trebuie totusi sa vii pe tocuri ? Si ce tocuri, daa, tot pentru tine. Deci ma zgarie pe creier, sa aud in timpu' orei "X-ulescu, la tabla!" si sa aud dup-aia "fleosca, fleosca, fleosca". Daca esti ceva mai mare, si te stii sa mergi bine pe tocuri, atunci merge. Nu pe tocuri de 15 !&lt;br /&gt;Sau de ce trebuie sa iti faci poze imbracata in casa, incaltata pe canapea, si cu ochelari de soare stand la birou ? Esti "fashion" asa ? Poate pentru ca doar asa ai enjpe' mii de comenturi cu cat de superba, divina, cea mai superba, cea mai perfecta, cea mai preferata esti. Ca daca ai o poza normala, care nu intra in niciuna din categoriile de mai sus,  nu e bine. Nu mai primesti coment de la toti arabii si sudamericanii. Si e naspa.&lt;br /&gt;Si de ce trebuie la "about me" sa incepi sa faci pe dura, si cat de tru esti tu, "ca nu ma intereseaza pe mine de tine" si asa mai departe? Nu era mai simplu sa nu scrii nimic ? Economiseai timp, ca sa faci o poza noua. La asta nu te-ai gandit.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, tu "ai talent si mare stil, fata, spate si profil." si "mori" dupa toate cele 3245 de poze pe care le-ai pus pe haifaiv. Si chiar daca se ia lumea de tine, stii ca "esti de zdrente invidiata" (sau asa ceva), asa ca vorbele nu te afecteaza, dar imediat incepi sa o/il injuri pe respectiva/respectivu' , ca nu te cobori tu la nivelu' ei/lui.&lt;br /&gt;M-am descarcat, e bine, sper sa fie fericite in lumea lor data cu fond de ten !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-126994095968694885?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/126994095968694885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/deplorabil-dar-adevarat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/126994095968694885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/126994095968694885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/deplorabil-dar-adevarat.html' title='deplorabil. dar adevarat.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-6722539931021604078</id><published>2009-10-03T20:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:26:37.059+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru voi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri marunte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfectiune'/><title type='text'>to you .</title><content type='html'>Pentru voi, pentru noi, pentru toate zilele pe care le-am "pierdut" impreuna. Pentru toti anii. Pentru multe, multe, multe lucruri. Pentru zilele ploioase in care ne intalneam la mec, si stateam cu orele. Pentru mersul cu ochii inchisi pe strada. Pentru toate glumele cretine pe care ni le facem. Pentru toate zilele de nastere petrecute impreuna si pentru cele care vor urma. Pentru toate siropozitatile de zi cu zi si toate promisiunile facute. Pentru toate zilele in care v-am sculat din somn. Pentru toate zilele in care m-ati sculat din somn. Pentru toate momentele sincere. Pentru miile de poze pe care le-am facut impreuna. Pentru toate vacantele impreuna. Pentru toate excursiile. Pentru 7.septembrie.2009. Pentru 31.decembrie.2008. Pentru 12.iunie.2009. Pentru toate minutele vorbite la telefon cu Antonia, in care faceam misto. Pentru toate crizele de ras. Pentru toate orele la care nu am fost atente. Pentru melodiile noastre, Maria. Pentru ziua in care am cantat pe strada "Undeva-n Balcani", Maria. Pentru zilele in care te-am asteptat in fata la Eminescu. Pentru toate proiectele facute impreuna. Pentru desenul anti-drog, Iulia. Pentru toate zilele in care veneam (si inca mai vin) la tine inainte de scoala, Oana. Pentru colindatul de anul trecut. Pentru toate celelalte lucruri care s-au intamplat, dar pe care momentan nu mi le mai amintesc.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toate imbratisarile pe care ni le dam in fiecare pauza. Pentru toate sambetele de la 15 septembrie incoace. Pentru tot. Toate lucrurile care au fost, si toate care vor urma. Pentru ca niste sectii diferite nu ne vor desparti. Si nici doua licee diferite nu o vor face. Pentru ca o sa imbatranim impreuna (stiu eu). Pentru ca va iubesc, si stiu ca si voi o faceti !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-6722539931021604078?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/6722539931021604078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6722539931021604078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/6722539931021604078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-you.html' title='to you .'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-7826330449513244892</id><published>2009-09-29T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:37:54.744+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartarescu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carti'/><title type='text'>De ce ne iubiti.</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca avem fete cu trasaturi dulci ca ale copiilor. Pentru ca zambim tuturor copiilor mici care trec pe langa noi. Pentru ca mergem pe strada drepte, cu capul sus, cu umerii trasi inapoi si nu raspundem privirilor voastre cand ne fixati ca niste maniaci. Pentru ca trecem cu un curaj neasteptat peste toate servitutile anatomiei noastre delicate. Pentru ca in pat suntem indraznete si inventive nu din perversitate, ci ca sa va aratam ca va iubim. Pentru ca facem toate treburile sacaitoare si marunte din casa fara sa cerem recunostinta. Pentru ca avem obsesia pentru subtirime-a lui Giacometti. Pentru ca ne tragem din fetite. Pentru ca avem un fel de-a gandi care va scoate din minti. Pentru ca suntem extraordinare cititoare si pentru noi se scriu trei sferturi din poezia si proza lumii. Pentru ca luam viata in serios, pentru ca parem sa credem cu adevarat in realitate. Pentru ca daca nu e supus nici unei hormonizari embrionul se dezvolta intotdeauna intr-o femeie. Pentru ca suntem femei, pentru ca nu suntem barbati, nici altceva. Pentru ca din noi ati iesit, si in noi va intoarceti, si mintea voastra se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai in jurul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(textul original in "De ce iubim femeile", Mircea Cartarescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E limpede ca si adultii  au nevoie de povesti. Numai ca zanele lor si-au scurtat rochiile, si-au taiat parul care le ajungea candva la calcaie si au invatat sa fie femei, ceea ce e mult mai complicat si mai periculos decat meseria de zana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geniala carte.  Chiar merita citita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-7826330449513244892?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/7826330449513244892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-ce-ne-iubiti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7826330449513244892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/7826330449513244892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-ce-ne-iubiti.html' title='De ce ne iubiti.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-207506212541224022</id><published>2009-09-25T20:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:12:52.609+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sperante'/><title type='text'>inca mai cred ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inca mai cred ca nimic rau nu mi se poate intampla, ca viata e o chestie fericita. Ca poti trai cu zambetul pe buze. Inca ma atasez la fel de repede de oameni, poate chiar mai repede decat inainte, la primul gest afectiv pe care il primesc. Inca mai cred ca oamenii sunt buni, ca nu sunt falsi, egoisti si vicleni (desi mi s-a demonstrat ca multi nu sunt asa, incerc sa cred ca au fost doar niste exceptii, si ca nu toti sunt la fel) Inca mai am visele mele si cred ca se vor implini candva, nu conteaza cand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si ca intr-un fel sau altul, imi pare bine ca am crescut si ca am ajuns acolo unde am ajuns. Nu e chiar cum credeam eu ca o sa fie, dar inca mai sper si cred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-207506212541224022?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/207506212541224022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/inca-mai-cred.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/207506212541224022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/207506212541224022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/inca-mai-cred.html' title='inca mai cred ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5931854187437790808</id><published>2009-09-24T21:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:32:07.854+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>timp (din nou)</title><content type='html'>Maine e vineri, si mie nu imi trece prin cap decat faptu' ca saptamana asta a trecut extrem de repede. Deci nu imi ramane decat sa ma gandesc la zambetul meu tamp pe care o sa-l am cand o sa ies maine la 7 seara, si am sa strig "e vineeri !" Dar pana maine mai e si deocamdata ma asteapta o tema la engleza, laptop'u deschis - dupa sistemu' "teme pe mess", pe care eu il ador - si niste ciocolata pe birou.&lt;br /&gt; O alta saptamana s-a dus, alta alergatura catre "ceva" (inca n-am descoperit acel "ceva" si probabil ca nu-l voi descoperi curand) si aceeasi senzatie ca "vreau sa fac prea multe in prea putin timp". Si totusi saptamana asta a adus ceva bun : Hasdeul nu mai pare atat de groaznic ca acum o saptamana. De fapt, chiar e bine sa fii bobo(a)c(a) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5931854187437790808?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5931854187437790808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/timp-din-nou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5931854187437790808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5931854187437790808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/timp-din-nou.html' title='timp (din nou)'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-1012707798923823615</id><published>2009-09-22T23:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:36:53.560+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colege'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maimuta'/><title type='text'>ora de info.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/Srkz0P9AA6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tt-DYnR17vI/s1600-h/eeeeeu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384391802226738082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/Srkz0P9AA6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tt-DYnR17vI/s400/eeeeeu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andreea (maimutaa:-"), Playmonkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384392075476249858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/Srk0EJ4wrQI/AAAAAAAAABY/cSM5ZVDOPzQ/s400/eu+cu+parul+roz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, cu parul roz :)), creat normaal, de "eu". :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi pare rau ca nu pot sa pun, opera facuta tot de "eu" si ana, in ora de info. Poate astia care au avut info dupa noi si au si maine, si joi inaintea noastra, nu o sterg - sau nu au sters-o. :)) ( eu si ana cred ca se numeste. oricum, e ceva cu marea si asa mai departe. deci NU stergeti. :)) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incepe sa-mi placa din ce in ce mai mult la Hasdeu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-1012707798923823615?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/1012707798923823615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/ora-de-info.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1012707798923823615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1012707798923823615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/ora-de-info.html' title='ora de info.'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/Srkz0P9AA6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tt-DYnR17vI/s72-c/eeeeeu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-1636550110029278066</id><published>2009-09-20T23:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:17:13.765+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duminica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Duminica</title><content type='html'>Cat urasc duminica, seara. Maine e luni, si eu am aceeasi senzatie ca weekend'u asta am facut "nimic". Si ca vreau sa fac prea multe in prea putin timp. Nici nu m-am plictisit weekend'u asta. Nu mi-am permis luxu' asta (cred ca am uitat cum e si imi pare rau, pentru prima data). Am reusit sa incep toate temele posibile si sa nu termin niciuna. Si toate m-au enervat. In special aia de la minunata materie "Logica si Argumentare". (de o saptamana fac materia asta si am ajuns sa o semi-detest, deci e un inceput bun). O groaza de exercitii, de premise, concluzii ... bla, bla, bla. O sa incerc sa raspund cat mai putin la intrebarile lu' Horia Patrascu, si nici nu o sa-i argumentez nimic - vrea lamuriri pentru orice, si la ultima ora cine mai are chef sa i le dea? (a se intelege ca pe 9G ii uneste aceeasi "neplacere" pentru orele de logica, pe langa "ura" pentru matematica si fizica), altfel o sa am sezatia ca nu stiu niciun cuvant. Desi ar fi ceva ce as putea sa-i argumentez foarte bine : ca weekend'ul ar trebui sa fie de 3 zile (sau sa traim o luna, macar, de weekend'uri) pentru ca eu personal am simtit ca weekend'u asta a trecut prea repede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-1636550110029278066?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/1636550110029278066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/duminica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1636550110029278066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1636550110029278066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/duminica.html' title='Duminica'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-8208379863039148552</id><published>2009-09-20T13:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:06:50.444+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsesii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenarii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfectiune'/><title type='text'>obsesii</title><content type='html'>Aveam o groaza de idei acum cateva minute, pe care ca de obicei, atunci cand trebuie sa le "astern pe o foaie de hartie", pur si simplu parca nu mai sunt aceleasi. Asa ca o sa scriu exact asa cum imi vin ideile in cap, pentru ca altfel cred ca nu mai scriu in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Aveam de gand sa scriu despre filme, dar cred ca am sa scriu despre altceva. Despre mine si despre mania mea de a vrea sa stiu totu' (nu sunt convinsa ca asta e cea mai fericita exprimare, dar nu-mi vine alta mai buna). Am o groaza de scenarii in cap, pe care obsesia mea (alta) de a fi perfectionista si de a ma critica mai aspru decat oricine altcineva, ma face sa vreau sa le duc la capat. (nujtu de ce vreau sa stiu totu' despre viata mea si sa o planific pana in cel mai mic moment.) Daca nu sunt convinsa ca asa trebuie sa fie, inseamna ca nu e bine sau ca nu am facut alegerea corecta. Asta duce la o serie de intrebari stresante pe care mi le pun de fiecare data, de parca as vrea sa ma conving ca ceea ce fac e bine sau rau, depinde. Si e groaznic momentu' .&lt;br /&gt; Inca nu sunt convinsa ca imi place post'u asta pe deplin cat sa il public, sau daca intelege cineva ceva, dar de data asta fac o exceptie si il public asa cum e. Si daca nu intelegeti, cereti lamuriri. :D Si asta ma duce cu gandu' la o singura chestie - ce bine e sa fii baiat(barbat) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-8208379863039148552?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/8208379863039148552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/obsesii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8208379863039148552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/8208379863039148552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/obsesii.html' title='obsesii'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-5411720569432631992</id><published>2009-09-19T22:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:09:20.272+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>timp ...</title><content type='html'>Doamne ! De ce nu pot sa ma intorc inapoi ? Ce n-as da sa mai fiu o data miiiica. Nu faceam decat sa dorm, sa mananc, sa dorm, sa mananc si tot asa vreo 2 ani. Niciun stres. Si acum am senzatia ca poti face ataat de multe in doi ani.  Desi nici acum nu faci mare lucru. Alergam prin timp, ca sa fim mai mari, mai mari, mai mari, pana cand ? Si ce obtinem ? Nimic. Nu mai valoram nimic. Nu suntem multumiti de ce avem. Vrem mai mult si mai mult. Si alergam prin viata, ca sa ce ? Ca sa nimic. Nu obtinem nimic. Alergam prin viata, ca sa "trecem" prin ea. Si cu traitul cum ramane ?&lt;br /&gt;Si as vrea sa mai fiu un copil la 5 / 6 ani si sa gandesc la fel. Sa fie foarte usor sa zambesc sau sa fiu fericita (ce cuvant mare !). Suntem atat de simpli, de ... "copii" cand suntem mici. Avem senzatia ca un an inseamna ataat de mult, si ca ai timp sa faci o groaza de chestii. Si ca "a fi mare" e ataat de departe. Avem o multime de planuri, de vise, suntem atat de convinsi ca le vom indeplini pe toate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa simt ca timpul trece pe langa mine, si sa ma trezesc la 30 de ani (in cel mai fericit caz) realizand ca nu am facut nimic. O sa-mi traiesc viata si fiecare minut din ea la maxim. (e o expresie atat de des si de prost folosita ca pare un cliseu.) Cred ca intr-un fel sau altul, inca mai am ceva din mintea mea de copil. (macar putiin)&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ma uit la pozele mele ... de-acum 15, 10, 5 (...) ani. De ce pana mea trece atat de repede timpul ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-5411720569432631992?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/5411720569432631992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/timp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5411720569432631992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/5411720569432631992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/timp.html' title='timp ...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015327535357485195.post-1360189336968410325</id><published>2009-09-18T23:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:15:15.203+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cred ca stau de vreo 10 minute si ma benoclez in fata ecranului. Am sters tot de vreo 10 ori minim, ce incepusem. N-am habar. N-am inspiratie. Banuiesc, ca la ora asta creierul meu nu mai functioneaza la maxim (adica nu prea mai functioneaza deloc, cu alte cuvinte). Saptamana asta la Hasdeu, l-a terminat total. (nu ca ar fi functionat la maxim.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sincer, mi-e dor de profii mei - aici, astia par niste vanatori de elevi abia intorsi din vacanta. Si e greu, si sunt multe de facut, si toata saptamana am avut senzatia ca nu am timp de nimic. Toti se uita ciudat la tine, de parca ai fi un intrus. Si pauzele sunt ataat de scurte, abia de i-am vazut pe ceilalti, si vorbit, mai mult nu prea. Oricum, maine ne vedem si o sa vorbim destul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma gandesc la vara, la urmatoarele zece luni de "NEvara" , si parca mi-e dor de zilele cand leneveam aiurea in fata calculatorului, la 35 º - zile care atunci mi se pareau pierdute si plictisitoare, da' parca prefer sa ma plictisesc - si la faptul ca mi-ar placea sa ma trezesc maine si sa fie tot 35 º si sa merg in pantaloni scurti (macar in amintirea vremurilor bune).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5015327535357485195-1360189336968410325?l=404words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/feeds/1360189336968410325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1360189336968410325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5015327535357485195/posts/default/1360189336968410325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://404words.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024427645815148839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsi4SlIdN-4/TKWdi9q3_JI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H5tKVMh-mk4/S220/IMG_2482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
