<?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-3527944456237637494</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:08:13.943+03:00</updated><category term='profund'/><category term='distractie'/><category term='Interests'/><category term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category term='sport'/><category term='logica'/><category term='beyond'/><category term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><category term='Self esteem'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Desene'/><category term='total aiurea'/><category term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category term='imaginatie'/><category term='socializare'/><category term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category term='music'/><category term='personalitate'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='clubbing'/><title type='text'>Waving flags</title><subtitle type='html'>For every sparkle of my need for healing the world... Help me do my best!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3369317776134313518</id><published>2012-01-23T02:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:30:42.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shivers. Fast, warm and cold trembles... Her spine tensed as she turned the key in the doorknob. She stepped inside, feeling his warmth as he followed her. He pushed her against the door that closed loudly, and gently pulled away the scarf that hid her bare neck under her savorous perfume. She knew what they were starting... she had waited for it all night. She raised her arms against the door, letting him caress her skin, unbutton her shirt. The heavy coat and soft, transparent blouse came off at the same time. Her chest was now pressing against the cold, rough wall; he brushed her hair away with his fingers and poured his unsteady breath upon her neck. She could feel every inch of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He kept her captive there, pushing her mind deeper into every fantasy she'd ever had. Her body was struggling between the immense pleasure of the dream and the urge to devour his imposing body. She gave up, and turned to face him, savagely looking at the bits of skin that showed from under his clothes. It was a matter of seconds before she stripped him down completely, revealing his flawless structure, the perfect tone, aroma of his skin. He stood before her, letting her pleasure herself with the sight of his image, then slowly got closer and traced her fingers over her face, neck, ...and lower... He embraced her, all of her, tiny as she was under his strength, kissing her passionately, ravishing her hair gently, almost as if he was struggling to hold back, as if he was afraid not to break her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He zipped down her skirt and she let it slide on the floor. Soon, she was walking, seductive, towards his bedroom, wearing nothing but lingerie and high, high heels. He had no choice but to follow her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His eyes flashed with the flame that seemed to burst out of her bare fingers. He stopped, watching her every move, as she lit all the candles around the room, and on the floor. She looked almost impossibly beautiful, amazingly gorgeous, in the warm light that slid across her skin. She looked at him meaningfully, through the mirror in front of her. There were no words, no whispers, no gestures... He knew. Getting closer, he touched his body against hers, grabbing her thigh gently, and as he looked in the mirror at her silhouette  that followed his towards the floor, he could think of nothing else but of that night that would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyjGSqo0Aqw/TxyYrVUPq4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtQ9x6Vmsj0/s1600/Couple-sensual-sexy-favs-animals-femdom-h-Love-Misc-Couples-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyjGSqo0Aqw/TxyYrVUPq4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtQ9x6Vmsj0/s1600/Couple-sensual-sexy-favs-animals-femdom-h-Love-Misc-Couples-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3369317776134313518?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3369317776134313518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3369317776134313518' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3369317776134313518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3369317776134313518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyjGSqo0Aqw/TxyYrVUPq4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtQ9x6Vmsj0/s72-c/Couple-sensual-sexy-favs-animals-femdom-h-Love-Misc-Couples-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8195373436600253499</id><published>2011-09-27T13:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:50:28.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhuman</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was more like a wish, a desire... the kind of thought that you would keep to yourself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her mouth went dry as she watched his mouth curve, his smile settling in a little dimple. His firm arms easily steered the car through the massive rain. The silence was heating up... She was not exhausted enough to fall asleep but tired enough to rest her cheek on the side of his seat, trying not to exhale what she took in from his perfume. It was a very subtle image, hardly detectable, ignored by the other three passengers,... ignored by him. Still, her breath was making room for more of his scent in her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she woke up from the images that her brain was putting together towards a fantasy when the moment consumed along with the noise, the voices, the slamming of the doors. A few seconds later her heart was pounding the beat for the quiet humming of the engine. She was alone in the back seat, staring blankly at the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can I take you home? It's freezing outside.&lt;br /&gt;She answered simply:&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned the car and drove for about 6 minutes, then entered an underground parking lot. He pulled the keys out and turned the music off, then he got out. He stared at her with piercing looks, analyzing her every reaction. She kept watching, turned on by his bewildered looks; she didn't back off. Still cautious, he held his hand out, reaching her way. She took in the invitation, clenching her freezing fingers to his warmth. He pulled her from the car, and settled her close enough to him that he could see the tremble in her eyes. A low, quiet breeze went down her spine; she shivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, he relaxed his mouth into the slightest smile, desire starting to burn in his eyes. He pulled her closer to him, placing his hand on her upper back, than sliding his fingers downwards until he reached her hipbone. He closed in and kissed the corner of her mouth, briefly. Then he pushed back to see... her eyes trembling in feeling. She pressed her dry, hot lips on his mouth, clenching her fists to his white shirt. Again, and again. Again. When she backed off, he slid his arms around her, his expression ravished by their chemistry. He struggled to keep from devouring her right then and there, finally managing to lift her in his strong arms. He took her silently up the stairs, never ceasing to watch the oxygen pulse through her being. They only stopped for a moment, in front of his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The door opened and closed with a click, a moment before he laid her on the immense bed in the dormitory. She couldn't open her eyes. Her breath got uneven when she felt him sit next to her. He took a rose from the vase and started caressing her with its softness, following her neckline, her arms and palms, to the tips of the fingers. Her skin tightened and her back arched, revealing the now perfectly round breasts under the almost see-through black dress. He kept watching, closely, attentively, reacting to the slightest moves that she continued on doing. She opened her mouth to breathe, and he touched her full lips with the beauty of the rose. She gasped and, in a flick, she opened her eyes and faced him. She reached with her left hand for his face, revealing a fit, slender arm, and her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to bring him closer. His lips tightened with thirst at the view and he could hardly resist her, but he did... He pushed her away until she was again lying on her back, and traced his fingers on her cheek, continuing with her chest, then resting his hand on her stomach. He took hold of her ribcage and, with one arm, he lifted and pulled her on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;She glazed at his controlled features, pressing her palms against his shoulders. She lifted her head and, twisting her fingers through his hair again, she kissed him. Time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;She was so small, he could reach every inch of her body without any wide move. He took hold of her tiny waist, pulling her closer and his now cold fingers touched the almost dangerous heat of her thighs. She was so delicate, with skin so smooth' and yet her muscles were contracted with the fear of not having him soon enough. She shivered; her eyes went wide open with a grasp of air. She leaned in, tracing the contour of his mouth with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers were tickling the thin, perfectly tanned line of skin, that his shirt and jeans revealed in between. That was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knew what he wanted. He wanted, desperately, to finally have her... to have her just for him. He also knew that whatever he wished for, he would get. But he cared for her too much. He let her decide; in his mind, his hands and her curves were put together into slow motion frames. She smiled a crooked smile and traced two fingers just under his jeans line, tensing him up, then with a sudden move pulled off his shirt, starting to caress his body with her breath. When she got to his face, she bit his lower lip, teasing him, and laughed slightly, leaving him without the kiss that he waited for. In one second, he rolled on top of her, holding her arms with one hand and her face with the other; he kissed her so passionately. She went mad, her muscles were contracting. She wanted to fight back, but she knew he wouldn't let her go, she knew that he knew that she loved it... and she wanted more. When her arms went around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, his hands raised her dress line little by little, 'till it finally went off. And there she was, almost naked, with him holding her immobilized.&lt;br /&gt;Stop! It wasn't fair! In a second, she slid between his arms and got out, and savagely pressed her whole body weight against him. Giggling, he fell flat on his tummy. But she wasn't joking at all. She held his wrists firmly at his back and bit his ear. She was enjoying it, but something wasn't right. Her buttocks were too soft to be sitting on something as rough as the back of his jeans. She rolled him on his back and undid his pants, pushing them away under his confused looks. He gained back his confidence when her thighs were clenching onto his hips. She was sitting on top of his very dark, black, boxers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both knew it was too late to stop. And who wanted to, anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i456.photobucket.com/albums/qq288/katieransom1/layingsexy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i456.photobucket.com/albums/qq288/katieransom1/layingsexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8195373436600253499?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8195373436600253499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8195373436600253499' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8195373436600253499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8195373436600253499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2011/09/inhuman.html' title='Inhuman'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6158531445933995830</id><published>2011-02-19T21:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:22:47.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a light composite of shadows, my thoughts dwell deep inside my mind, flowing through my eyes. I look forward and I can see nothing but my past. In a few seconds I come across everything I had forgotten. So many fires provoked, so much ash blown against my own wind... My bare hands seek that world they once built, but they can't feel it anymore. I can't feel it anymore. Everything has transposed from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;Every good deed has had its echo, every sin got my conscience off-balance. Good deeds are multiply-able. Sins are confess-able. But I doubt the right way is kneeling against your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;or your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMB3Zq1-Mk0/TWAYUOBvSdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uMSmXaKEHGg/s1600/Bent_over_backwards____by_Rossmonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMB3Zq1-Mk0/TWAYUOBvSdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uMSmXaKEHGg/s400/Bent_over_backwards____by_Rossmonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575483074326514130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6158531445933995830?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6158531445933995830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6158531445933995830' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6158531445933995830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6158531445933995830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-me.html' title='Bent'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMB3Zq1-Mk0/TWAYUOBvSdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uMSmXaKEHGg/s72-c/Bent_over_backwards____by_Rossmonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5809070778980320719</id><published>2011-02-17T00:02:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:27:54.594+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self esteem'/><title type='text'>Sublime Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, Destruction... It's been a while. I know you missed me. I know how hard you tried to get back to me. So... do you still love me? Oh yes, I can see your eyes portraying memories of what we had. It was such a twisted set of rules that we shared, I can't even remember how hard it never ceased to strike me. It was more than human. I should be grateful for being blessed with other paths to explore. I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you back for me? Or maybe you're back for yourself... Either way, I need a favor. Oh please, don't throw that look at me... you know you never had anyone like me. Ever. Why even bother to stand straight against me when you know my simple aura will bend you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the favor...&lt;br /&gt;I need you to leave him alone. He's important.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be asking you to spare anything if I wasn't involved, but this time, the stakes are very high. No, I already told you I don't need help. I'm not immortal. I have to think i serve a purpose in order to give my life reason. People label me, they judge... at last, I need to do this on my own. But, dear, I don't forget. Remember that! My repayment will mirror your sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjLyvjxCbg/TVxOwJ4F_cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gL3s9h6eF1Y/s1600/7b324fe5c9baa8614ec66289e13a17cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjLyvjxCbg/TVxOwJ4F_cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gL3s9h6eF1Y/s400/7b324fe5c9baa8614ec66289e13a17cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574417027969711554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5809070778980320719?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5809070778980320719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5809070778980320719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5809070778980320719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5809070778980320719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2011/02/sublime-encounter.html' title='Sublime Encounter'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGjLyvjxCbg/TVxOwJ4F_cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gL3s9h6eF1Y/s72-c/7b324fe5c9baa8614ec66289e13a17cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1701859120316241199</id><published>2010-10-17T18:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:34:54.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a special form of love, human, that has been given to you by the Universe. It's a kind of love that does not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;occur&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt;. You just wake up with it one day and it never leaves you. It's the knot of synapses in your brain that now ties up the object of your love. And no, you would never die for it. You're too frightened to leave it alone on this Earth. But what is it, exactly, that keeps you going every second of your life? What is it that you breathe and feel the scent of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; when falling into nothingness? It's me! It's you, at the same time, it's him and it's your worse enemy. It's something different for every single one of us. Still, nobody, throughout all mankind has discovered why we are addicted to it. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love. Yes, I do, I love many things in this world. But it's that one little thing, that one little picture in my head for which i could pull apart all sadness, for which I could separate atoms with my bare hands and for which I could lock everything in a glass globe just for us to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...and if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;dies, I'll live as a memory of it, a reflection, a shadow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER AFTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioman.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radiomans-universe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 329px;" src="http://radioman.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radiomans-universe.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1701859120316241199?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1701859120316241199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1701859120316241199' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1701859120316241199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1701859120316241199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-special-form-of-love-human-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2047219595778129621</id><published>2010-05-11T05:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T06:25:06.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been hours since I've seen you, and even though it's been years since I know you, I feel like I've been You forever. Can I not understand myself? Can I really disconnect from a part of me? ...of course. Please, please have me back!... I don't want to hurt anybody, especially not you, but... God, I tend to do that every single time I try to speak to you... How can I do more? How can I try? How can I manage to protect everything in between with the protective love that I've locked upon our link, a feeling so pure, so innocent and yet I trip and fall into obvious mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; And I double them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will you?&lt;br /&gt;Will you please take me under your wing again? Will you hold my hands wrapped in yours again and with your lips pour friendship onto my forehead? It's everything for me and I've never missed you more. Can you forgive me? Can I hover over your perfect shadow, can I be your little light when other shadows pass by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to destroy you, I don't want to slay your aura with my filthy hands, driven by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am really, really sorry you had to take in all the hate I hold for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I miss something that apparently I never was.&lt;br /&gt;Just... - Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S-jNG3fU_YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/aJW-rPaK2F4/s1600/little_ones_by_smile_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 470px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S-jNG3fU_YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/aJW-rPaK2F4/s400/little_ones_by_smile_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469847265299725698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2047219595778129621?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2047219595778129621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2047219595778129621' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2047219595778129621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2047219595778129621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-hours-since-ive-seen-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S-jNG3fU_YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/aJW-rPaK2F4/s72-c/little_ones_by_smile_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4861518334679936815</id><published>2010-03-31T20:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:50:23.128+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was created in a form of fragility that relies on external sources in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one mistake my designers made was to put the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; in the same person, at the same time. My mind is not quad core... I get overwhelmed. And obviously I reboot, but the projects are often lost. Cache memory is unable to load previous sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I... am afraid, ashamed... to spread wings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am creative, but I cannot use my creation against others. I feel my blood jammed against the walls of my veins and I scratch my brain into feelings with the desire of doing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me, and I am for ever. I'm not going to leave. But what will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;do if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;hides?... Why did I have to break the balance? Why didn't I grab &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;and don't let it get away...? I played myself. And both of Me regrets everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but mostly I regret doubting getting back.&lt;br /&gt;I regret clinging to that moment, the one moment&lt;br /&gt;which had me&lt;br /&gt;and killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no power&lt;br /&gt;to control.&lt;br /&gt;...no urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be.&lt;br /&gt;...no courage&lt;br /&gt;to stand out.&lt;br /&gt;and no faith that I &lt;/span&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;because I believed&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deceived I.&lt;br /&gt;and I tried&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was fighting against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S7OKdEyTYJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DOJWTR0Si7w/s1600/Duality_by_thedarkinfinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S7OKdEyTYJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DOJWTR0Si7w/s400/Duality_by_thedarkinfinity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855805781368978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://thedarkinfinity.deviantart.com/art/Duality-112468309"&gt;Photo: Duality by ~thedarkinfinity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://thedarkinfinity.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4861518334679936815?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4861518334679936815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4861518334679936815' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4861518334679936815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4861518334679936815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-created-in-form-of-fragility-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S7OKdEyTYJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DOJWTR0Si7w/s72-c/Duality_by_thedarkinfinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8791631047739735029</id><published>2010-02-21T20:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:00:20.638+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><title type='text'>Vină</title><content type='html'>Te-aud.&lt;br /&gt;imi vorbesti prin versuri,&lt;br /&gt;dar nu ai cum sa ma asculti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai cum sa ma asculti!&lt;br /&gt;dar eu nu,&lt;br /&gt;eu n-am o structura stabila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si n-ar mai avea vreun rost&lt;br /&gt;sa-ti pierd mintile prin vorbe grele&lt;br /&gt;...spuse usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi place nici sa plec, nici sa ma intorc&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca plec,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci te-ntreb:&lt;br /&gt;Cat de greu iti e ca mie sa imi fie greu?&lt;br /&gt;...nu stii acum, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S4GQh8o6bkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F5f95E6DKJ4/s1600-h/Adultery_by_Julhia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S4GQh8o6bkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F5f95E6DKJ4/s200/Adultery_by_Julhia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440788737728081474" border="0" /&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/3527944456237637494-8791631047739735029?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8791631047739735029/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8791631047739735029' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8791631047739735029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8791631047739735029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/02/vina.html' title='Vină'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/S4GQh8o6bkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F5f95E6DKJ4/s72-c/Adultery_by_Julhia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7804254514579297106</id><published>2010-02-01T18:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:49:48.505+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Workaholic, intentionally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is virtually inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to make an empty day full. It's quite often that I turn my grace into panic and nausea when blessing caresses somebody else. I don't ask for anything. I wait for everything to be asked. I started being sorry some time ago. That sorry doesn't stay for long, but when sorry is written in bold and then, minutes after, it is literally carved into what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, I break. And explode into little pieces. Then, immediately, before my particles slow motionly crave away, I hit pause and stare for a second. Then I stretch my fear towards them and compress them into a body that is not yet shaped like the original one. Then, I explode again and the atoms fly away agitated. Is this me?  I don't know. Will I know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;looks like? That is even further to be known. I am still having a hard time accepting myself. Because myself loses some of it with every step, and then I become empty and my cells start regenerating. But the process is slowing down and I will soon become an empty glass, washed thoroughly with a rough sponge and filled with something completely different. Will this be me, finally? ... I doubt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really starting to miss workdays. They start early and unzip their powerful influence with nonchalance, leaving you nothing left to deal with but them. Oh, how egocentric! But it's way better to fight strangers and days, work and time instead of fighting yourself. That's why I don't like free time. It gives me the opportunity to analize possibilities. And self-education is useless when other people are involved in your everyday life. I still ask myself whether it is good to be guided by others while living in honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, I miss those past two weeks. And I'm sure they miss me too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7804254514579297106?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7804254514579297106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7804254514579297106' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7804254514579297106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7804254514579297106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/02/workaholic-intentionally.html' title='Workaholic, intentionally'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2739759608037210643</id><published>2010-01-30T13:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:03:37.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everchanging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stiu cat de greu poate sa fie sa faci o schimbare radicala. Acum stiu. Totusi, nu mai am cum sa dau inapoi, nu mai am de ce, vreau sa fiu eu, iar, sa ma arunc cu capul inainte si sa nu-mi pese decat de ce vreau sa imi spun mie insami. Iarasi vorbesc in dodii. Ok, stiu, scuze fratilor dar vreau sa pun tara la cale si nu pot sa divulg inca niciun secret. Tot ce pot sa spun e ca mi-am dat singura un sut in fund si am cazut din cuibul "protector" de unde eram si unde fratii mei mai cu mot ma ciocaneau in cap. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Verbul nu are alta conotatie in afara de cea biologico-"pasariceasca", promit! :)) Pentru eventuale nelamuriri: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.baldeagleinfo.com/eagle/eagle4.html"&gt;http://www.baldeagleinfo.com/eagle/eagle4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuand...&lt;br /&gt;Acum, cad. :-? E al naibii de frig, pe cuvant, ma lovesc de toate firisoarele de vant, dar intr-un fel am o presimtire buna. O sa aterizez intr'un alt cuib care sper sa fie mai potrivit. Poate o sa fiu eu "Ratusca cea urata" - ma rog, luati si voi sensul metaforic - dar o sa ma adaptez. Sper. Daca nu, o sa astept sa-mi creasca aripi si o sa ma duc inapoi in cuibul meu initial ca sa fac pe terorista! &gt;:) Sper sa nu fie cazul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-am zis vreodata ca mi se par penibil de caraghiosi puii pasarilor de prada? :)) Hai sa va dau si motivul - pur vizual, nu incarc site-ul cu frecvente inalte, deranjante, ca o sa ma injurati! (Nesimtitilor! :-w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baldeagleinfo.com/images/eagles/eaglets-in-nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.baldeagleinfo.com/images/eagles/eaglets-in-nest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ca sa fiu directa: asa-i ca-s un pic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shozi? &lt;/span&gt;- Multumesc! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2739759608037210643?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2739759608037210643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2739759608037210643' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2739759608037210643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2739759608037210643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2010/01/everchanging.html' title='Everchanging...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5126356155533649755</id><published>2009-11-22T02:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:25:03.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Mile marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ieri eram. Astăzi nu mai ştiu ce anume.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare dată în care am vrut şi nu am vrut în acelaşi timp, pentru toate greşelile mele, acum îmi julesc din nou genunchii pe blocuri călduţe de piatră.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pentru păcatele mele, sunt profesor de pian. Zic pentru păcatele mele, adaugă încercând să zâmbească, pentru că n-am fost făcut pentru asta. Eu am o fire de artist.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gavrilescu în &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La ţigănci - &lt;/span&gt;Mircea Eliade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să îmi despletesc părul, pentru că e prea strâns legat şi nu pot să dorm, însă nu văd nimic, e întuneric şi înăuntru şi afară.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ştiu că te apropii de mine şovăind. Ai un tremur în suflu, mă sperie... Dar sunt eu în continuare, şi înainte să plec, şi după ce pleci. Nu vreau să măsor distanţele cu liniarul, vreau doar puterea sa mă recunosc.&lt;br /&gt;E atât de frig când bate vântul! ...mereu mă ascund. Între palmele tale mi-a fost mereu bine. Dar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mereu &lt;/span&gt;e mic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mereu &lt;/span&gt;e insignifiant, şi totuşi îl amplific.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sinceritatea din ochii oamenilor şi zâmbesc incertitudinii care mă priveşte prin ei. Totul pare atât de bine rânduit şi totuşi eu mă pierd, întâi în tine, apoi în tine, apoi în cuvinte şi ultima oară, în mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o creaţie, dar vreau să creez. Însă cine are să mă lase, şi de ce? Eu nu pot face nimic. Nu singură. Am nevoie şi de mine! Daca tu nu îmi dai un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, am să îl caut! ...dar voi plânge până să îl găsesc.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat. Cine face ce fac eu se poate lejer considera... într-un fel anume. Adică... nu oricine se dezbracă psihic într-o beţie aproape acrobatică. Îmi ies hainele prin urechi. Voi ieşi şi eu pe acolo. Dar al dracului eu! Nu vrea să rămână afară. Revine mereu să facă wrestling cu emisfera stângă a creierului meu. Dar n-are ce să facă. Pentru că eu l-am chemat! Pentru că e al meu. La fel cum multe sunt ale mele... şi multe ar mai putea fi. Asta e, nu întocmesc cerinţele pentru a semna actele de proprietate.&lt;br /&gt;Sincer acum. Dacă nu pricepeţi, n-am ce sa fac. Dar să va ia naiba pe voi, care mă faceţi să nu mă înteleg! Sunt narcisista uneori, dar vă iubesc şi vă rog să (nu) mă lăsaţi în pace. Azi am băut vreo 2 litri de ceai si o cană cu apă. Sunt perfect trează... Eul meu se caţără înapoi prin ureche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SwiK_7BE1vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jtvzPfR4-oo/s1600/Myself_Drawing_Us_by_FinalFantasyEva2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SwiK_7BE1vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jtvzPfR4-oo/s400/Myself_Drawing_Us_by_FinalFantasyEva2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406724183436875506" border="0" /&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/3527944456237637494-5126356155533649755?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5126356155533649755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5126356155533649755' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5126356155533649755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5126356155533649755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/11/mile-marine.html' title='Mile marine'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SwiK_7BE1vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jtvzPfR4-oo/s72-c/Myself_Drawing_Us_by_FinalFantasyEva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5305522504330465435</id><published>2009-10-28T15:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:11:07.294+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>THIS IS IT 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my chance to get a taste of what has been on my mind all year.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I wouldn't get the chance to see Michael, in person. I wanted so bad to feel his presence that I tied myself and my life to him through his music.&lt;br /&gt;He died on my birthday... It's been an overwhelming debate in my mind: is it something you should be proud of?; should you be ashamed of your birthday?; is it a sign, a bad one?; does it link to you directly or is it just pure coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, ordinary, serious, non-dreaming member of the community that you are, I AM OUT OF MY MIND! But I'm a dreamer, I'm a lover and, too, a fighter... so what do you care?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I pass through the final hours before the show, I am.. astonishingly emotionless. I can't think about anything, not even Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...5 months ago, I was the ordinary girl who was desperate to go to one of The King's concerts. Nobody believed that it was possible, except myself. I was so confident... But I was dead wrong. Today I get to see a small part of what would have been the comeback of the greatest artist that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Michael, that you never had the chance to allow me to know you, personally. Still, I think of you as a close friend (probably as many other people do), because you trust me for keeping your dearest feelings and deepest secrets safe. And so I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, much...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll make you proud myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyrkcz7msfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/cyrkcz7msfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/3527944456237637494-5305522504330465435?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5305522504330465435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5305522504330465435' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5305522504330465435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5305522504330465435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it_28.html' title='THIS IS IT 2'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2539880628467170658</id><published>2009-10-13T22:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:10:39.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>THIS IS IT!</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson's song, This Is It, the new release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8p_MMyf9TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/I8p_MMyf9TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say other than to thank you for teaching me how to survive each day of my life... Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is it, here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, I feel grand&lt;br /&gt;Got this love I can feel&lt;br /&gt;And I know yes for sure it is real&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it feels as though I’ve seen your face a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And you said you really know me too yourself&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you have got addicted with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you say you gonna live it for yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is it, I can say,&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, run away&lt;br /&gt;We can feel, this is real&lt;br /&gt;Every time I’m in love that I feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I feel as though I’ve known you since 1,000 years&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me that you’ve seen my face before.&lt;br /&gt;And you said to me you don’t want me hanging round&lt;br /&gt;Many times, wanna do it here before&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is it, I can feel&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, this is real&lt;br /&gt;Feel my song, we can say&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you I feel that way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I feel as though I’ve known you for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;And you said you want some of this yourself&lt;br /&gt;And you said won’t you go with me, on a while&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it’s really cool myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2539880628467170658?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2539880628467170658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2539880628467170658' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2539880628467170658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2539880628467170658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7297320945510496984</id><published>2009-10-08T23:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:11:54.602+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>GALELE STUDENTESTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Incep GALELE STUDENTESTI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 14 si 15 octombrie va asteptam (va asteapta gasca sau asa ceva) la galele cu pricina care vor avea loc in cetate si in Casa Eminescu. Ce-o sa fie acolo? Pai, in principiu distractie, o gramada de trupe de care poate n-ati auzit dar oricum e promitator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ma intereseaza pe mine - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCERT TRAFFIC GREU &amp;amp; BASTY....Miercuri 14 octombrie incepand cu orele 16:00 la GALELE STUDENTESTI...de asemenea veti vedea mult street dance, break dance si alte de-astea... so... BE THERE !!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In orice caz, afisul vorbeste de la sine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Ss5Uy0TBSBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_4nJDxq-mP4/s1600-h/35_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 607px; height: 607px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Ss5Uy0TBSBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_4nJDxq-mP4/s400/35_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390339036017674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7297320945510496984?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7297320945510496984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7297320945510496984' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7297320945510496984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7297320945510496984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/10/galele-studentesti.html' title='GALELE STUDENTESTI'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Ss5Uy0TBSBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_4nJDxq-mP4/s72-c/35_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4793894528326812995</id><published>2009-10-06T21:13:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:54:57.722+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>VERSUS PROJECT @ JAZZ 'N' BLUES CLUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SsuRceDwOWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jvg_9pOgjC4/s1600-h/f83f7ddc7ca245cbf81550528543685b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SsuRceDwOWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jvg_9pOgjC4/s400/f83f7ddc7ca245cbf81550528543685b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389561297370102114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inceput de octombrie, inceput de an scolar... inainte sa intrati in febra invatatului (de parca asta s-ar putea intampla in secolul asta) va invit la un nou stil de party, in 7.10.2009 in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Jazz &amp;amp; Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VERSUS PROJECT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;este un concept de party-uri absolut nou in Romania adus direct din IBIZA de Felix Moldovan. Ideea acestui concept va fi provocarea dintre Dj, care isi pastreaza anonimatul, si instrumentisti. Pe langa Felix, la percutie urmeaza a fi confirmati alti 3 percutionisti si o vioara. Un show incendiar te asteapta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix este primul percutionist roman cu diploma in domeniu, rezident in cel mai in voga club din lume, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96agUJ4NIYE"&gt;Amnesia&lt;/a&gt;, la Ibiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix a mai participat la evenimente de acest gen si la &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy7qi9rRtjY"&gt;Discoteca Tineretului din Constinesti. &lt;/a&gt;Pentru a impartasi experienta in domeniul percutiei si altor iubitori, Felix s-a implicat intr-un proiect muzical, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NQYrNueHWI"&gt;Scoala de rock&lt;/a&gt;, unde este profesor de percutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrarea va fi 5 lei cu  StudCard si 10 lei fara StudCard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te asteptam sa ne pierdem mintile impreuna!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sursa: &lt;a href="http://www.studcard.ro/"&gt;StudCard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4793894528326812995?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4793894528326812995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4793894528326812995' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4793894528326812995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4793894528326812995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/10/versus-project-jazz-n-blues-club.html' title='VERSUS PROJECT @ JAZZ &apos;N&apos; BLUES CLUB'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SsuRceDwOWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jvg_9pOgjC4/s72-c/f83f7ddc7ca245cbf81550528543685b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8313962944380344603</id><published>2009-09-28T20:43:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:51:09.260+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl &amp; Gossip Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daaa... ne resimtim dupa o saptamana incheiata de scoala "ca lumea" (cel putin teoretic :D). Mintile zboara, aiuram si balbele sunt, la fel ca perlele la ordinea zilei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel ma trezesc ca rad pana nu mai am aer azi, cu temporarul meu coleg de banca, in ora de fizica, sub indrumarea plina de seriozitate a unui prof de chestii filosofice. Ma opresc la timp ca sa spun, printre sughituri, "prezenta!" ... dar sub ochii lui staruitori bufnesc intr-un ras simpatic de care rade mai apoi toata clasa. Hai sa va spun si voua :))  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ora despre care va spuneam, am inceput sa dezbat cu unul din colegi subiecte interesante ca si masoneria :)) (despre care eu nu stiu o iota, tin sa mentionez), deci in cautarea unei teme diferite, The Coleg' se uita atent la unghiile mele pe care era desenat strategic un neo-modernist si abstract &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Si urmeaza replica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-Ce tare! S! Serena van der Woodsen!&lt;br /&gt;-...:))&lt;br /&gt;-Tu esti S. si eu is B.!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(vezi Serena &amp;amp; Blair @ Gossip Girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Ba nuuuu!! Tu esti A. si eu sunt C.!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; (dupa initialele prenumelor noastre)&lt;/span&gt; ... Sau totusi mai bine tu esti S. si eu sunt B.!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandoi deodata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-AAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHA!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Hahaaaa esti BIII!! =)))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...da-i si razi!... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceva mai tarziu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...Si sa vezi ce tare! M-am dus si mi-am masurat-o in oglinda, cu liniaru! Am impartit in 4 si n-o iesit bine... si am incercat in lungime!! =))&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Era vorba despre faţă! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8313962944380344603?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8313962944380344603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8313962944380344603' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8313962944380344603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8313962944380344603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/09/gossip-girl-gossip-boy.html' title='Gossip Girl &amp; Gossip Boy'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5559026718264214330</id><published>2009-09-26T14:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:34:33.311+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Zapada de septembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ninge.&lt;br /&gt;Fulgul de nea cade, se prelinge printre straturi atmosferice dense, grele, lovindu-se dureros de fiecare dintre ele. Intre secundele de nuditate a gandului, in minte i se zbate o intrebare, mereu aceeasi: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand am sa ajung inapoi, acolo, sus, de unde am inceput sa cad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e doar un fulg! Ai zice ca nu are nicio putere. Dar, gandeste-te! E din gheata, e rece si pare o macheta a unei stanci, impenetrabil.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Daca sufletul tau se loveste de el, tu te sfarsesti. Intreaga ta bucurie ramane pietrificata, iar gandul tau - intr-o stare de soc, incapabil sa se recupereze, incapabil sa te recupereze pe tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninge.&lt;br /&gt;Fulgul de zapada se prabuseste spre pamant, la un milion de cadre pe secunda. Are timp sa-si vada fiecare durere, e intepenit in timp. Se raporteaza la un tot care ii cere totul in schimbul a nimic, si totusi el ar face totul ca sa ajunga totusi sa-si ia partea lui de adevar din minciuna care i se asterne in fata. Stie ca s-a legat atat de strans de Adevarul lui incat restul i se pare un ghiveci de neadevar, o simbioza de falsuri care evolueaza. In contractul de viata, semnatura a pus-o sub o serie de precizari care sugerau dependenta lui de universul care are voie sa il poarte cum vrea, si independenta fortata a gandurilor si implicit solutiilor lui de hotarare a destinului fata de realitate. Acum spera la o portita de scapare, in afara unei crime psiho-senzitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajuns pe pamantul cald, se opreste. E imun la orice vine din exterior insa din centrul entitatii sale simte cum focul il mistuie, inghetandu-l, topindu-l, stingandu-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dintre  variante, el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alege &lt;/span&gt;sa fie o unealta a tot-ului, sa ramana loial unui criminal in serie care il ucide fizic, de fiecare data asteptand sa se ridice ca sa-si repete istoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...vapori,... ...apa,... ...gheata,... ...vapori,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Sr4J3Het6II/AAAAAAAAAVE/fmohcMxshFM/s1600-h/FTC___Snow_White_by_cypherx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Sr4J3Het6II/AAAAAAAAAVE/fmohcMxshFM/s400/FTC___Snow_White_by_cypherx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385753046887032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5559026718264214330?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5559026718264214330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5559026718264214330' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5559026718264214330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5559026718264214330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/09/zapada-de-septembrie.html' title='Zapada de septembrie'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/Sr4J3Het6II/AAAAAAAAAVE/fmohcMxshFM/s72-c/FTC___Snow_White_by_cypherx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7142941446110626187</id><published>2009-09-25T15:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:51:17.128+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interests'/><title type='text'>Your tree! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...ok, I know the title is very suggestive, but what I'm about to tell you has absolutely nothing with that! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;StumbledUpon™&lt;/span&gt; something quite interesting. According to your birthdate you can find your sign's tree and find out more about what influences you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I was born in the 25th of June, meaning that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; is the APPLE TREE. The characteristics of a person metaphorically standing under an apple tree are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;APPLE TREE (the Love)  - of slight build, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that describes me? And even more, which one is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; tree? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out on &lt;a href="http://www.wowzone.com/whattree.htm"&gt;Wowzone&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/3527944456237637494-7142941446110626187?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7142941446110626187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7142941446110626187' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7142941446110626187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7142941446110626187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-tree.html' title='Your tree! :))'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2657899706706086531</id><published>2009-09-09T11:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:23:52.798+03:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR BEING INVINCIBLE</title><content type='html'>The strength of a man's personality lies in his ability to evolve rather than simply change. The power of making decisions for yourself is invincible in a intrapersonal war with your weaker alter-Ego. Being a decisive, powerful person is crucial for a good start in life. You'll need every bit of positive energy you can get, in order to “feed“ your ambitions with success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, few people are lucky enough to climb continuously to the top of the ladder without falling at least once. That is the moment your soul needs your mind the most. It's hard enough to make way for yourself on the road to the top you want to be part of. So what if you fall? ...'cause it'll most likely happen! That is when you prove to yourself how resistent and reliable your strength truly is. You HAVE to get back on the track and race for the lead. The most important thing: no second thoughts! You have somewhere to get and if you stop to look back every time you slow down, it may not wait for you much longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens? What do you do when everything you've invested in decides to turn its back on you? For how long do you chase someone you love, trying desperately to make them understand? When do you stop hearing all those painful arguments that tire you more every time? How often do you cry for the words of someone who matters? Who do you call for help when the one thing you loved the most gets altered by people on whom you have no influence? Who do you listen to when your inner child's voice is the only one that understands your happiness and self-esteem, when everyone else tries suffocating it, not realising they're draining life from your body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yourself. Only to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes! It's in the way the corners of your mouth smile helped by your thoughts only! It's in the way wind twirls your hair! It's in the way your lips speak without the help of your vocal chords! It's in the way your skin reflects the sunlight! It's in the way your fingers get cringed with your determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't step back! Trust in yourself! Smile, keep on going! Even if it seems you don't have place in your life for another experience, try it! There is nothing to lose, but you could gain so many things! If something you've waited for years shows up when you're not sure you can afford doing it, don't blow your chance away! You WILL regret it! If you decide to do it, no matter what everyone tells you, no matter how hard it will be, not knowing if you will keep up, and life gives you another slap on your face, so that physically you can't attend your new passion, FIGHT FOR IT! You have the moral strength you need, now! Fix your body in every possible way, get on your feet ... DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll thank yourself later, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2657899706706086531?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2657899706706086531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2657899706706086531' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2657899706706086531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2657899706706086531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-being-invincible.html' title='YOUR BEING INVINCIBLE'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8420227263266713751</id><published>2009-09-07T04:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:28:06.305+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self esteem'/><title type='text'>Fiery shiver</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been 100% myself lately (although I don't know a thing about numbers), and quite a hard person to be with. I have no idea how much confusion I've caused but if everything goes well I'm confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I can't stick to the formality of an explanation. I breathe ENERGY! I LOVE, I get hurt, I get over it, I get HAPPY, I get everyone else HAPPY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (actually it was yesterday) was fun(ny). I had no idea hospitals are so full of energetic... hospitality :)). Maybe I'm on crack, I have no clue what they're giving me through these tubey thingies but they look interesting. I feel like dancing, I feel like talking to you, I feel like flash-mobbing (is that even a word?) and I can't stop myself from reaching for every part of my every dream. My stomach is still impatient, bubbling around with The Loving feeling of y...me! My mind is constantly caressing smiles and I'm eating chocolate when I'm not supposed to. It's almost 5 o' clock in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I'm in love with being loved. I live for the Myself I want to reach. ...and I permanently change moods. Don't get sceptical or suspicious, my major feelings orbit around my principles, and those do NOT change. Ever. I walk hand in hand with morals, winking in response to the smile from the "man" in the mirror. I've decided to start with him so I'm again becoming... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that girl that smiles when you feel lost and dizzy, that holds out her hand for you to grab onto and the only way to let go is by pulling yourself up to my level of self-confidence and hug the last molecule of oxygen out of my lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO in love with life and if you are part of it, I AM PROUD TO TELL YOU THAT I COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8420227263266713751?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8420227263266713751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8420227263266713751' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8420227263266713751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8420227263266713751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiery-shiver.html' title='Fiery shiver'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3757821795302671391</id><published>2009-08-16T02:22:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:01:56.616+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Running for the shorter distance in between...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Page of my diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Subject matter: Classified&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Unspecified&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know if I would regret today if I could look back. It's not easy... I missed you the minute I stopped typing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I promised myself some time ago that you would be the last thing I wanted to lose. It's so easy to believe in you, to trust your every word. Every syllable resonates in my agitated mind, calming everything down. I never needed from you more than you gave me. All I can need f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rom someone who wants to be my friend is to understand and listen to me when I'm not myself anymore. You used to bring me with my feet on the ground and then dream with me, smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's so hard for me, too... I only wish I could feel the safety of your arms. But I can't. So I hover over that undisturbed image of you in my mind. I have to protect that, it's the only thing I have left from you. I won't let it go, I can't afford losing the part of me which molds to your soul and mind. It would make me feel hollow, empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You said you wanted me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;...but you don't understand that my happiness does not overlap with your absence. If you go... I'll fade away. Please don't let me fall endlessly. If you don't need my feelings any longer, let me hit the rough dirt when I fall. I'll get up on my feet, I promise... But I'll never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the first time I'm asking y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ou for a favor...&lt;br /&gt;Please!...&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand me, ask me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm absurd, think of what you'd do if you were me.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm being stupid, wait 'till I finish all my arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If you think I don't love you, think again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SodD1crc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4lBGiqrM_iU/s1600-h/bb884729bc8b18de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 605px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SodD1crc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4lBGiqrM_iU/s400/bb884729bc8b18de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370335666173181330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Notes: 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3757821795302671391?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3757821795302671391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3757821795302671391' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3757821795302671391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3757821795302671391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-for-shorter-distance-in-between.html' title='Running for the shorter distance in between...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SodD1crc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/4lBGiqrM_iU/s72-c/bb884729bc8b18de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5497076501149269691</id><published>2009-08-14T17:20:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:42:34.434+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Nightmare-Sensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was so ashamed of herself... All that will, that ambition, gone! She had no foundation, she would never be human if she kept going on. She didn't know what to do, what to pick. She hated being on her own but she would've committed social suicide if she would've gone out looking like she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tragedy for  a woman to lose her inspiration. She wasn't even a woman, a real woman couldn't live knowing she can't go out in public without humiliating herself. She touched the mirror in which she was staring at her body. It seemed hideous, huge, it was too much to handle. She could've been so beautiful, all that love that she would have received, the medium in which she could have lived... All that was a dream now, and with its being untouchable, it was becoming a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful to watch her in agony, trying to decide what to pray for, who to pray to... She looked behind, into her past, into that devotion she had for her body, the way she took care of herself... Yet now she hated what she'd become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes, she had to end this... the thing she'd become had to... ...to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SoV2i7bG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b0q0v4N-Yk4/s1600-h/corset__by_winesoaked_roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SoV2i7bG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b0q0v4N-Yk4/s400/corset__by_winesoaked_roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369828473148209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5497076501149269691?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5497076501149269691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5497076501149269691' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5497076501149269691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5497076501149269691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/08/nightmare-sensitive.html' title='Nightmare-Sensitive'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SoV2i7bG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b0q0v4N-Yk4/s72-c/corset__by_winesoaked_roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5430325156237585107</id><published>2009-07-30T11:36:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:58:55.313+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Remembering Seaside Summer</title><content type='html'>Extract from: Summer thoughts @ Costinesti - Hot July afternoon, laying in bed, almost sleeping, in love. It's funny... This article made me laugh when I started to read it now, about 2 weeks since I wrote it. But it managed to get me standing exactly where I was when I was writing it, and it feels so good to believe that I'm gonna meet you at the beach in about 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now I'm so tired I can't even clear up my mind and figure out how the heck am I going to turn my thoughts and feelings into writing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's funny how I start missing you the most when I finally have the freedom to be with you, no strings attached... Despite all the time we used to think of as "our time", I can't blame myself for counting down the days till I actually found a period of time to fit with that expression. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now, in the middle of the day, as my eyelids are being crushed by my being tired, I can almost think of these as dreams. I love the way you handle things... I love the way I make you smile; I love the feeling of your arms stretching over my shoulders, I love the way you make me stand tall in front of everyone else. I love the way you comfort me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love hating the feeling that&lt;br /&gt;soon... all this will be long gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SnFgJVCKITI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nECxyAYurVU/s1600-h/tired_eyes__mind_and_soul_by_Star_Girl21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SnFgJVCKITI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nECxyAYurVU/s400/tired_eyes__mind_and_soul_by_Star_Girl21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364174344556257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Notes: Costinesti, the beach, windy nights, ...your arms :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5430325156237585107?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5430325156237585107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5430325156237585107' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5430325156237585107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5430325156237585107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-seaside-summer.html' title='Remembering Seaside Summer'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SnFgJVCKITI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nECxyAYurVU/s72-c/tired_eyes__mind_and_soul_by_Star_Girl21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1269880366656957336</id><published>2009-06-25T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:23:21.820+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><title type='text'>MICHAEL JACKSON HAS DIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MICHAEL JACKSON DIED AFTER BEING TAKEN TO A HOSPITAL IN L.A., HAVING SUFFERED A CARDIAC ARREST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The L.A. Fire Department answered a call from Michael Jackson's residence in Los Angeles at 12:26 PM. The King Of Pop was found not breathing, and a team of paramedics tried to resuscitate him for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;He was pronounced dead at 02:26 PM. An autopsy is scheduled on Friday and the results will be available on Friday afternoon. L.A. Police declared that he was unresponsive when he arrived at the L.A. Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Jackson, brother of Michael Jackson has declared for CNN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I talked to Frank Dileo, Michael's manager. Frank told me that Michael last night was complaining about not feeling well. He called to tell him he wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michael's doctor went over to see him, and Frank said, 'Marlon, from last night to this morning, I don't know what happened.' When they got to him this morning, he wasn't breathing. They rushed him to the hospital and couldn't bring him around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: CNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1269880366656957336?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1269880366656957336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1269880366656957336' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1269880366656957336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1269880366656957336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-has-died.html' title='MICHAEL JACKSON HAS DIED!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1336135244993919219</id><published>2009-06-25T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:20:01.005+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Wide angle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always had this unaccountable sense of self-education.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't always helped me as it wasn't exactly voluntary at all times. However, it seems like I hadn't been able to comprehend the variety of my subconscious' conscious. ...until now. :) I love the way things I see, hear, read or take in under any form or substance, influence my life, because when it's in my favor, it's massive and it's essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got it: how it feels to give up on your efforts for something you look at as a goal to feed a spoiled, yet in danger of hunger, mouth. I don't know why I have taken in that shock with such a reaction, but in my way of being polite, nice, I'm kind of figuring out how every man's for himself. ...no matter what he means to you. I don't think it's the last time I'll stamp my feet on this rock-and-glass floor, even though it's a knife I don't want to scratch my stomach ever again. 'Cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;feel incomplete, no matter how happy my life is. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;feel threatened no matter how protected I am. Most of all, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;feel like what I give away won't come back to me... on the contrary, it will travel farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now, that things are getting settled, I'd like to explain myself with another thing. The stupid fact is that I can't 'cause it'll blow up my principles, and that's not a thing I'm thinking of doing in the near future. At least I can tell you that my future memories are the only things worth celebrating, just not now, when they aren't certain. There is nothing important enough to be awarded with that much attention. Silly, huh? In fact, it's not like that at all. I think it's perfectly logical: I can't accept anything that I can't give back, if not then then in the upcoming future &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I won't waste efforts for a feeling I can't assimilate. (...it doesn't get any clearer for me, either...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an ending for this, right now, I'm still waiting for things to happen. However, like you and I are used to, I'll keep on going! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Notes: Twilight, psychology, Edward Cullen, L'Olive, three days after the day before yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1336135244993919219?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1336135244993919219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1336135244993919219' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1336135244993919219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1336135244993919219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/06/wide-angle.html' title='Wide angle'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5524992302592271546</id><published>2009-06-25T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:19:27.106+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>They don't want to share!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was close enough. He had such a hard time pretending she hadn't caught his attention... His eyes were lost, staring at her lips, listening to her waving, warm voice tones. He loved her... and there she was, talking to some other girl, too busy to even throw a glance at him.  Again it felt like the distance was 1000 miles, like it was far enough that he would never reach her again. And it was so true...&lt;br /&gt;As he tried hard to keep his thoughts for himself, he noticed a sudden change in her attitude. He knew her so well, she felt like a part of him... She could hear her breath from 10 meters away, and now it was harsh, pausing... He listened carefully as the two were talking. He hoped that they'd picture his image and he almost felt her shock when she found out that the thing she'd always hoped for could come back to her. But he was breathless, he wasn't anywhere in her eyes, she had stopped living for him. He stopped himself from taking in any more feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telepathy. A bigger distance. Someone else is tensed while reading her features. She was so unpredictable. He tried imagining what was going on in her head, but it was overwhelming, she wasn't close enough and he didn't know how to react. He would tell her, that's for sure, but what difference will the meanwhile make? Her tension was cringing up his fingers, fastening his pulse... What evidence did he have, how real was it?&lt;br /&gt;The only one who knew was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. She was, indeed, perturbed by the feeling. Uncertain, insecure... She didn't know how to rearrange her expressions. She had two little wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. The conversation had a loud echo in her now shrunk stomach, l&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ike a powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sound.  But within seconds, she was sure: there was nothing else besides their own Universe, infinite... Everything else was pure stardust, too unimportant to be cared about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he couldn't get past her first expression, so deluded... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was affecting him no matter how positive she was about her feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ...so she couldn't hold on to him, as much as she wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it was too much for her to understand. She had nothing more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yet it had to be something she could do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She hoped she'll put everything into place soon enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Notes: Miss Mures, people, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5524992302592271546?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5524992302592271546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5524992302592271546' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5524992302592271546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5524992302592271546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-want-to-share.html' title='They don&apos;t want to share!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2855369021514421155</id><published>2009-06-17T09:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:54:59.338+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>NOUL SINGLE MORANDI</title><content type='html'>In ziua de luni a saptamanii, presa mai indrazneata a avut ocazia sa asiste la un mare eveniment al "muzicalitatii" romanesti. Formatia &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morandi &lt;/span&gt;si-au gasit timp, intre multe concerte in strainatate, pentru a se ocupa de noul &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;videoclip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morandi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Colors&lt;/span&gt;, care promite sa fie apreciat ca si hit al verii, si a fost prezentat ieri, 16.06.09, in cadrul emisiunii PoveStiri de Noapte de la Acasa TV. Regizorii au fost, bineinteles Marius Moga, care a apelat la ajutorul unui international, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Giuliano Bekor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Colors &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;ste primul single extras de pe albumul Zebra si va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fi lansat, se pare, in cateva saptamani. Prima TV ne-a starnit putin curiozita&lt;/span&gt;tea prin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Making Of&lt;/span&gt;: Morandi - Colors, la Focus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXuZzbpOtrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXuZzbpOtrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo au fost si ei la filmari si ne pun la dispozitie 3 clipuri cu '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;evolutia&lt;/span&gt;' muncii baietilor.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_zYe30FQtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_zYe30FQtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_zYe30FQtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP0KOs8MZn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP0KOs8MZn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvbxqIEHAPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvbxqIEHAPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP0KOs8MZn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvbxqIEHAPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;De asemenea, casa de discuri &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;UNIVERSAL &lt;/span&gt;a lansat un material cu piesa originala si cateva poze. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4Y87uOnDCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4Y87uOnDCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&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/3527944456237637494-2855369021514421155?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2855369021514421155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2855369021514421155' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2855369021514421155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2855369021514421155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/06/noul-single-morandi.html' title='NOUL SINGLE MORANDI'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2328728925162254681</id><published>2009-05-25T19:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:48:31.619+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Imposibility.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chained. That's the best word that can describe the feeling of something you're unable to let go. I wish you knew at least 10% of how deep your words can cut into already shattered hearts. I wish you knew how many gasps pray for air as your laugh kills the bleeding silence.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was yours. I wish I weren't, ever, not for you, not for anyone. I would happily give everything away, just to let you have your own box of perfection, caved around She. She is the one you always gave me an example. She is the one who , in your head, always stand tall, laughing to my weakling face. I wish you took some time to know me, to know how different I am.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you think I work for you, and you pay me for my performance. It's like a contract, the higher I reach, the more eager you are to get me down. ...similar to a target that you keep hitting until it can't get up again. I came to the same conclusion I've had for years, again. To you, it doesn't matter, I don't matter, it would be the same if I would disappear now as it would be if my Self wouldn't have existed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She, &lt;/span&gt;needs you now. She's lost everything. You can venerate her all you want, you can embrace her perfect image, you can teach her your conservative spirit. You can forget about me, you can pretend the shame of my imperfection never put any shade on your bright, shiny ego... You can let me go without one single regret. I won't be mad. I'll probably be another name in the Address Book or maybe I'll fulfill my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, but from now on, I'll never be alive, for you, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2328728925162254681?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2328728925162254681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2328728925162254681' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2328728925162254681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2328728925162254681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/05/imposibility.html' title='Imposibility.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5055319193637757499</id><published>2009-05-21T23:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:37:02.380+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Leapsa - Daca eram...</title><content type='html'>Daca eram o luna, as fi fost...Iulie&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o zi a saptamanii, as fi fost... Vineri&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei, as fi fost... seara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal marin, as fi fost... o balena, evident! :))&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o directie, as fi fost... estul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute, as fi fost...increderea.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o personalitate istorica, as fi fost... Voltaire.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta, as fi fost... Luna.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un lichid, as fi fost... lichior de ciocolata :D.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra, as fi fost... topaz.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare, as fi fost... o barza? ;))&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta, as fi fost...un nuc.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme, as fi fost... o adiere pe razele soarelui.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un instrument muzical, as fi fost... sigur, pian!&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o emotie, as fi fost... entuziasmul.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sunet, as fi fost... sunetul unui val la tarmul marii.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un element, as fi fost... apa...&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec, as fi fost... Christina Aguilera - Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film, as fi fost... A beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un serial, as fi fost... Gossip Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o carte, as fi fost...  Invitatie la vals.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de fictiune, as fi fost... Rosalie @ Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un fel de mancare, as fi fost... shaorma!&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un oras, as fi fost... New York.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust, as fi fost... de capsuni.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o aroma, as fi fost... de ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare, as fi fost... probabil rosu sau albastru...&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un material, as fi fost... matase.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cuvant, as fi fost... eu.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului, as fi fost... talie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetei, as fi fost... o privire patrunzatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o materie de scoala, as fi fost... romana sau muzica.&lt;br /&gt;Daca era un personaj de desene animate,as fi fost... Clover :D.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma, as fi fost... o sfera.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar as fi fost... 2.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un mijloc de transport, as fi fost... un Porsche Boxter Convertible din '09.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o haina, as fi fost... Little black dress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5055319193637757499?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5055319193637757499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5055319193637757499' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5055319193637757499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5055319193637757499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa-daca-eram.html' title='Leapsa - Daca eram...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5004530108873639927</id><published>2009-04-23T22:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:31:12.938+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><title type='text'>Need of comprehension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can hear my blood pulsing through my veins as I try to focus, to think... I stepped through the doorway without being able to decide if my knees were in place or if I'd lost them on the way home. I don't know if someone is really doing his or her best to knock me off my feet or if I'm loosing it my own. I think again, this time staring at the shadow of my alter-ego that's holding the wall in place. For the first time... she's speechless, as if I were just gazing in a mirror. No advice, no smile, not even one teardrop - which would be more than enough now. Just the same perturbed expression that's also printed on my face. My forehead is burning, forcing me to an immense effort to fight it along with the silent, continuous pain that feeds from the awareness beneath my temples.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to see the one look that can cure my Self from its extrovert energy. Two dark eyes burying my evolution in disgrace, ripping my ambition to pieces. Please... You... You have to stop it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my fingers into tight fists and pull myself out of the dreamy hallucination, my..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;very fresh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memory.&lt;/span&gt; I start browsing, searching for stereotypes, but I've never seen anything alike. I know - the whole risking everything and making the best out of opportunities thing. Those precious targets you need for your own satisfaction... That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;what confuses me. I've gotten used to the idea that you, Majesty, think of most of us peasants as your puppets. I don't want to get back to that. But do I have to remind you that you are pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;without us?! Why would you want to kneel the people that you need for achieving your goals? Why would you want to tire, to sabotage them, the exact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;that you depend on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware that one day it'll all be lost in time, a blurry image in the depths of our souls. Why not make it a bright one? Why not give it all our best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY WON'T YOU JUST DO WHAT IS RIGHT FOR EVERYONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SfDGTAFdy7I/AAAAAAAAARo/hFdBl2Q-vok/s1600-h/Fear_by_Forgotten_Myth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 645px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SfDGTAFdy7I/AAAAAAAAARo/hFdBl2Q-vok/s400/Fear_by_Forgotten_Myth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327976388922035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5004530108873639927?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5004530108873639927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5004530108873639927' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5004530108873639927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5004530108873639927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-of-comprehension.html' title='Need of comprehension'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SfDGTAFdy7I/AAAAAAAAARo/hFdBl2Q-vok/s72-c/Fear_by_Forgotten_Myth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3064910269826474810</id><published>2009-03-09T20:39:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:29:53.176+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Deznodamant al negatiilor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sunt o negatie.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost o negatie din clipa in care am pus primul punct pe o foaie de hartie. Asa, imi luam angajamentul (desi pe atunci nu imi dadeam seama) ca stiu unde incep si unde ma termin. Acum incerc sa picur apa peste punctul meu, care are sa se dilate ...dar atunci m-as dispersa, m-as sterge!... Singurul lucru care imi ramane de facut este sa arunc cerneala peste punctul care o sa-mi fie etern. Intreaga mea fiinta orbiteaza in jurul stiloului &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; care se joaca cu mine in aceeasi masura in care ma folosesc eu de el.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt o foarte mare exceptie la acest tot. De multe ori, insa, ma gasesc facand lucruri pe care societatea le considera necompatibile. Si ce? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obisnuiam &lt;/span&gt;sa spun... Mi s-a zis: la un moment dat fiecare s-a putut identifica cu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eul meu&lt;/span&gt;. Aha, deci de-aici toata agitatia! ...Dovada? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mintea &lt;/span&gt;mea are, din punct de vedere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genetic &lt;/span&gt;mai multe caractere. Intre ele este de multe ori o codominanta placida. Insa adaptarea la interventiile anti-sociale din viata mea presupune o stare de tranzitie, o metamorfoza uneori exploziva pentru care as avea (cateodata?) nevoie ca stiloul sa nu se joace cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;                Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma regasesc, putin cate putin, in altii. Imi dau seama cat de sincera mi-a fost constiinta cand, intr-un simplu comentariu la un articol tangibil profund, am surprins o idee (probabil o pot numi revelatie) a trairilor umane universale. O sa-mi permit sa citez propria-mi conceptie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fara sa stii ce cauti, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te gasesti pe tine&lt;br /&gt;in sute de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priviri, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in mii de locuri,&lt;br /&gt;in milioane de cuvinte.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, fiinta unica, s-a scris despre tine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omenirea te astepta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si acum tu inveti sa te cunosti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prin cei care te-au cunoscut deja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In pagini de romane gasesc personalitati care, potrivindu-se, se realcatuiesc intr-o fuziune similara cu a mea. Desi estompata deocamdata, imi vad trecand imaginea prin fumul literaturii universale, imi vad problemele descusute deja din mai multe puncte de vedere decat as putea vreodata sa-mi imaginez ca le-as analiza. Descopar bucati din mine, din viata mea, clonate, legate in noduri groaznice sau, dimpotriva, eliberate din mine si pastrate in fundite din satin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SbVpRrSY-aI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pj8IbCQ4Ye8/s1600-h/a_collage_by_october_lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 670px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SbVpRrSY-aI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pj8IbCQ4Ye8/s400/a_collage_by_october_lilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311267087951919522" border="0" /&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/3527944456237637494-3064910269826474810?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3064910269826474810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3064910269826474810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3064910269826474810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3064910269826474810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/03/deznodamant-al-negatiilor.html' title='Deznodamant al negatiilor.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SbVpRrSY-aI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pj8IbCQ4Ye8/s72-c/a_collage_by_october_lilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1973712980333438782</id><published>2009-02-23T21:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:27:55.566+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>...seem disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the series of my thought's&lt;br /&gt;doubts, I race my heart with your patience.&lt;br /&gt;Fire playing with my mind,&lt;br /&gt;disappointingly bright-like future,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be rushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me let go!...&lt;br /&gt;Play with me, take me&lt;br /&gt;Where no other colour can touch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rebirth into whatever flame it was!&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I want it back,&lt;br /&gt;...I want it forward!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1973712980333438782?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1973712980333438782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1973712980333438782' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1973712980333438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1973712980333438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/02/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-329861223309097974</id><published>2009-02-15T22:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:03:04.382+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Apropiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi-am deschis ochii si i-am vazut pe ai tai. Nu stiu ce sa cred, cum sa interpretez si mai ales ce sa fac mai departe. Oare ar avea rost sa ucid tot pentru o noua valtoare a careia sa fiu? ce vrei sa vorbim, ce vrei sa-mi spui? Vrei sa ma convingi? Sa ma testezi sau doar sa fiu inca un as pe care sa-l ai in maneca?&lt;br /&gt;...dar e o noua provocare. As accepta-o cu usurinta daca nu mi-ar fi legate mainile. Vreau sa ma eliberez insa, sa ma tin de tine si sa ma duci departe... stiu ca poti... dar nu stiu daca eu pot. Deja e oficial: nu am incredere. Nu acum, nu aici, nici altadata. Daca ai sti cum, m-ai pastra mereu doar acoperindu-mi ochii. Dar nu stiu daca stii sa fugi dupa mine atat de repede.&lt;br /&gt;As veni repede daca... daca tu m-ai cauta. In mintea ta insa e o imagine care depinde de lucrurile care ai vrea sa-mi fie caracteristici. As putea sa-ti fiu o sfera perfecta, un perpetuum-mobil, dar unde-ar mai fi farmecul? As vrea sa fiu sigura ca rupand totul voi primi doua "tot"-uri in schimb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...imi e greu sa te cunosc, imi e greu sa vad daca dupa orgoliul caracteristic mi-ai putea fi atat de aproape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-329861223309097974?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/329861223309097974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=329861223309097974' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/329861223309097974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/329861223309097974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/02/apropiere.html' title='Apropiere'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5594300847655379711</id><published>2009-02-06T23:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:15:29.219+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Colaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu fiecare zi imi dau seama ca oamenii sunt alcatuiti din versuri, din melodii, din imagini. Acestea 3 se impletesc intr-un nod al imaginatiei de care te legi tot mai strans... pe care ti-e greu sa-l desfaci, de fapt, nu vrei sa-l desfaci! Intreaga ta viata e conceputa sub forma unei insiruiri de idei si de sentimente care te caracterizeaza in cautarea perfectului. Nu-mi spune ca nu cauti perfectiunea! Spune-mi doar ca perfectiunea ta e imperfecta!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fapt, am inceput articolul innecandu-ma in personalitati regasite in lucrurile ce ma inconjoara. As avea nevoie de cineva. De un Tu - pe care sa pot sa il iau cu mine atunci cand am nevoie sa ma tina cineva de mana; care sa stie sa ma caute exact cand eu nu ma mai gasesc; care sa fie trist cand am sa vreau sa ii fiu alaturi si sa fiu mandra de mine ca am reusit sa-l fac sa ma stranga in brate la randu-i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Asa e! Am toane, am momente, am insusiri pe care altii nu le au in combinatia asta. O sa pot sa fac tot ce o sa fie nevoie pentru cineva-ul de langa care restul a fugit. Cu toate astea, nu o sa fiu cum vrei tu pana la sfarsit! Principii, asa se numesc! O sa mi le respect de acum incolo, pentru ca singura data cand le-am incalcat, am regretat. Daca o sa-mi intelegi gresit apropierea, ai sa fii dezamagit! Nu spun ca voi fi mereu la fel, din contra! Dar totusi nu s-a intamplat o singura data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revin la personajul meu... Care ma fascineaza! Mi-ai cantat patru minute fara o secunda cu o voce care nici nu semana cu a ta. Ma intreb daca te-ai gandit la mine in momentul ala. Imi e dor... Azi stiu cum sa-ti vorbesc, stiu cum sa te fac sa ma privesti cu increderea de care ai nevoie. O sa ai pe chip jumatatea de zambet care se va materializa in energia pe care o emani, de care te folosesti. O sa am pretentia ca dupa reusita sa fugi pana la mine si sa ma iei in brate si sa radem peste momentele care au trecut. Azi asta iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dar ma pierd in imaginea pe care un alt Personaj o venereaza, abtinandu-ma cu greu sa nu-mi fac singura rau cautand-o si privind-o indelung. Ma amestec in dansurile care au miscat gene lungi in trairi uitate; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sar prin caldura cu care credeam candva ca ma pot juca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5594300847655379711?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5594300847655379711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5594300847655379711' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5594300847655379711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5594300847655379711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/02/colaj.html' title='Colaj'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7340817037951785916</id><published>2009-02-04T21:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:51:20.524+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny mi-a pasat o leapsa care are nevoie de putin tupeu. Asa ca am hotarat s-o condimentam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa va zic despre reguli. Se deschide una bucata player audio, se baga toata muzica pe care o contine calcu in playlist, click pe butonul SHUFFLE si apoi PLAY. Raspunsul la intrebari e, de fapt, titlul melodiei pe care ti-l da playerul. Nu trisa, chiar daca nu are sens, pui acolo titlu si comentezi! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bafta...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave it a try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How r u feeling today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morandi - Volio Amar Te (Nu, nu ma asteptam la asa o chestie, da acum ca a venit vorba, da, sunt iubareata azi. Ce sa-i faci, ma simt binee :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How do ur friends see you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Listen (Incepe sa nu mai fie coincidenta. Cu ceva imaginatie si cateva legaturi pot sa zic ca am, de multe ori, ceva de spus. Ramane de vazut daca si ceilalti ma vad la fel. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is the story of ur life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.U.G. Mafia - Avem acelasi sange-n vine ( Da, foarte misto :))... Pai ce pot sa zic la faza asta imi doresc sa am un frate sau o sora. Ar putea fi totusi povestea vietii mele. Ati putea sa va dati seama in ce fel? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What song describes you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwish - Forever Yours (Atata timp cat mi s-a aratat deja perfectiunea, nu poate exista ceva mai bun decat atat. Da! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How is ur life going ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwish - Nemo (Interpretabil :-? Dar merge si asta, mana in mana cu precedenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do people secretly lust after you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru Josh Project - Infinity (Sa inteleg ca... People secretly lust after me for infinity? :)))... Do you, guys? Call me! :-j )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Will you have a happy life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPANIA ELECTORALA - IMN DORIN FLOREA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NU MA POT ABTINE =)))))))))))))))) Se pare ca secretul vietii mele e Dorin Florea, The Mayor! Pai hai, mai, Dorinel, mama! :)) Asigura-mi viitorul senin :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci... Ce-a iesit e pe alocuri funny sau ma reprezinta sau ma intristeaza :-?. N-am trisat, cu toate ca sunt 2 piese Nightwish la raspunsuri. Cat despre imnul cu Dorinel :)))... Well, aia e la capitolul "Good Ol' Days cu Danny" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la Ioana, fata de la 3! :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7340817037951785916?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7340817037951785916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7340817037951785916' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7340817037951785916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7340817037951785916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8791642489572438553</id><published>2009-01-19T17:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:35:16.037+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>A beautiful mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oamenii sunt complicati. Totusi, nu e atat de greu sa ii intelegi, cateodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce vreau sa fac. Am impresia ca azi am renuntat sa ma gandesc la cum ma influenteaza ceilalti pe mine si... sa-mi dau seama de ce pentru ei sunt asa cum sunt sau nu. Probabil ce mi se spune este adevarat - atat cele bune cat si cele rele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot azi par sa imi dau seama ca exista sentimente de amplitudinea caror nu ma pot apropia. Cu toata nevoia mea de cunoastere, sunt lipsita de experienta in ceea ce priveste lucruri de o complexitate mai redusa, probabil, decat cele de pana acum, dar mult mai profunde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt nevoia sa ma eliberez... Stiu ca nu am aceasta putere, inca. Mi-am incalcat singura legile si acum ma simt vinovata. :) Cel mai rau e ca nu stiu care e perioada pe care o s-o petrec in gandurile astea. Cineva zicea ca cel mai bun profesor e viata. Eu consider ca oricine e destul de incapatanat si de ambitios pentru a se autoeduca poate sa ajunga directorul universitatii in care Viata e un simplu profesor. Nu tanjesc dupa o invatatura clasica. Vreau doar sa invat despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;Acum am un nou examen de trecut. Se tot amana, ma lasa sa aleg daca vreau sa il dau sau daca vreau sa ramana restant. Daca am sa intru in examen, am sa ies cu o nota mult peste cea de trecere. Da, sunt capabila. Insa s-ar putea sa fie prea devreme sa asimilez o asemenea cantitate de... informatie. Stiu ca am capacitatea sa influentez imaginile pe care le vad, sa ma pacalesc. Dar oare nu ma voi simti iar vinovata? Oare merita sa apas iar pana la capat pedala de acceleratie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, imi va fi poate prea greu sa iau o decizie. Incapatanarea va fi decisiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Aminteste-ti! Singurul lucru care te va salva e sa poti gandi, oricand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8791642489572438553?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8791642489572438553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8791642489572438553' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8791642489572438553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8791642489572438553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-mind.html' title='A beautiful mind'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2263493831048440819</id><published>2008-12-20T23:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:44:25.415+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Pronumele unui inceput... acestui inceput!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un inceput nu stie decat sa inceapa. El nu poate sa se schimbe, e neputincios in curentul de unde care se propaga in rasaritul inceputului, in inceputul inceputului. Acolo se sfarseste orice alta idee si toate noile explozii se unesc intr-o forta creatoare pentru care uneori simti ca ai da orice. Dar nu e nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput o zi, o discutie, am inceput o luna, am inceput o imagine... Am inceput o seara care pare sa nu se termine, sau nu vreau sa se termine. Intre versuri cusute atent pe melodii cu iz de sentiment, imi pierd ochii caprui, dar atenti... Nu-mi ajung ochii, voi vedea si cu sufletul, nu vreau sa pierd nimic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice inceput are un sfarsit care te cuprinde pe nerasuflate, iti taie respiratia si atunci intri in panica, te tulburi, incerci sa revii la secunda de dinainte, plangi si ... se termina... Gata cu sfarsitul, inceputul l-a inecat in mare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelegere? Da... de asta e nevoie. Se stie, imi place sa vorbesc. Imi place sa comunic. Imi place pronumele personal de persoana a doua, singular. Pentru ca sunt facuta sa visez si sa-mi traiesc visele, pentru ca ma voi hrani cu amintirea clipei ce-o sa vina dupa un sarut pe obraz, pentru ca ma voi lasa purtata de briza marii ca o suvita ondulata purtand razele soarelui cu ea... pentru toate astea sunt eu. Dar nu poate fi un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu &lt;/span&gt;fara sa fie un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, la fel cum fericirea unui &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; depinde nu de un tu, ci de tine!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred in tine, cred in mine, cred in tot ceea ce ma lasa sa visez.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce stii despre mine?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2263493831048440819?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2263493831048440819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2263493831048440819' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2263493831048440819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2263493831048440819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/12/pronumele-unui-inceput-acestui-inceput.html' title='Pronumele unui inceput... acestui inceput!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3031011152876849470</id><published>2008-12-10T22:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:32:54.173+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Eu - Voi... Voi - Eu... Tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiecare din noi militeaza pentru independenta. Pumni cad grei pe piepturi atunci cand asa-zisii mari politicieni declara ca ei s-au descotorosit de coada de marlani care ii trageau de maneci, si asteapta sa-i crezi si sa-i sustii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa pun accentul pe lucrurile astea. Ar fi un plus de energie canalizata gresit. Ceea ce vreau sa sustin este ideea. Asadar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu simt &lt;/span&gt;ca fiecare din noi este facut din ceilalti. Voi, cei care ma sustineti sau cel putin imi dati atentie - fie ea negativa sau pozitiva - imi oferiti elixirul Pietrei Filizofale. Fiecare gest al meu, fiecare vorba pe care o spun pare a fi pentru cineva care priveste sau asculta. E greu sa asculti... e greu si sa privesti. Si incerc sa va usurez situatia cu expresivitate si ambiguitate. Stiu ca veti intelege. Daca nu, pai... poate nu vorbesc pentru voi. Poate dinamica mea nu e compatibila cu perceptia voastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a spus ca iubirea nu functioneaza dupa principiul: "daca tu ma iubesti, te iubesc si eu". Tind sa cred ca e adevarat, si nu din proprie experienta, ci din lucrurile care ma inconjoara. De exemplu: eu iubesc un fulg de zapada in palma mea, dar el abia are timp sa ma priveasca topindu-se. Poate e la fel si cu intelegerea. Oare? Daca tu ma intelegi, eu te inteleg? Daca eu te inteleg, tu ma intelegi? Daca eu ma inteleg, tu ma intelegi? Daca ei ma inteleg, tu ma intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Acum, m-ai inteles?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizic... sunt 70% apa...&lt;br /&gt;Psihic... sunt x% voi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3031011152876849470?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3031011152876849470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3031011152876849470' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3031011152876849470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3031011152876849470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-voi-voi-eu-tu.html' title='Eu - Voi... Voi - Eu... Tu.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2096550418661295079</id><published>2008-12-03T23:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:44:31.348+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Spera, indrazneste, ai incredere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O picatura de ploaie va intalni intotdeauna o raza de soare...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca vei fi, candva, picatura trista de ploaie. Am sa te inveselesc, sa stii! Poti sa te simti ca si cincisprezece picaturi de ploaie la un loc! O sa trimit doua raze care te vor imbratisa. Imi place mult ploaia, dar nu pe chipul si nu in cuvintele tale. Ti-am spus doar... e asa usor sa zambesti! Daca vei zambi cand nu vei fi singur, am sa te tin mereu de mana cu una din razele de soare. Cealalta o voi pastra pentru mine, dar daca vei avea vreodata nevoie si de ea, poti sa o ei oricand! Nu-ti face griji pentru mine, voi fi bine. Da, am sa fiu bine atata timp cat te tin de mana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, va veni acea vreme in care eu am sa fiu picatura de ploaie... poate uneori voi fi ca doua picaturi reci care se cearta! S-ar putea sa nu imi revin nici macar cu cincisprezece raze de soare! Poate o sa para ca am renutat, nu ma vei mai recunoaste daca ma voi da batuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atunci, singurul lucru de care o sa am nevoie va fi un copil cu cincisprezece zambete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2096550418661295079?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2096550418661295079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2096550418661295079' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2096550418661295079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2096550418661295079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/12/spera-indrazneste-ai-incredere.html' title='Spera, indrazneste, ai incredere!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7985025219785590832</id><published>2008-11-25T19:48:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:52:28.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Care mască?</title><content type='html'>Priveşte-n ochii mei dezamăgirea...&lt;br /&gt;zâmbetu-n treişpe colţuri, ne-mplinirea.&lt;br /&gt;Pe cine lupţi? pentru ce furi?&lt;br /&gt;De când te-ascunzi în teatru prost jucat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...îţi faci cadouri pentru tine, cât egoism!... chiar n-ai ruşine? Nu tu îmi faceai ieri gură că tre' să te respecţi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă rog, ai renăscut şi tu,&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix experimental ce eşti,&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-o cenuşă căcănie&lt;br /&gt;După ce tragica-ţi moarte a survenit căderii imaturităţii tale de pe-un teanc de cărţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ţi mai scriu, nu meriţi, n-are rost. Te-ndop cu limbaj particular, iar tu, cu mintea ta în colţuri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...of! doar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ai o problemă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7985025219785590832?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7985025219785590832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7985025219785590832' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7985025219785590832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7985025219785590832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/11/care-masc.html' title='Care mască?'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7583890040282967285</id><published>2008-11-15T19:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:25:08.660+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Luna prin lentile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Privesc lumea. Ma privesc pe mine. Da, este o asemanare (izbitoare chiar, as putea spune). Totusi, daca ma privesc pe mine, iar pe fundal asez cu atentie toata lumea... parca nu e chiar asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acum am sa-mi pun un semn rosu de exclamare deasupra capului, ca sa ma disting. La fel cum ar fi trebuit si pana acum, voi face abuz de sarma ghimpata si voi bloca toate caile. Am sa ma asigur ca nu poate conduce curentul. Imi voi priva concetatenii de lumina palpaitoare care sovaia pana acum dinspre Luna, fiindca ei nu stiu sa o foloseasca pentru ei, pentru ca ei vor sa o dea altcuiva. Nu le-a spus nimeni ca ceva ce primesti pentru tine nu are voie sa fie pasat cu nepasare mai departe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, din pacate, Luna a fost orbita de intuneric. Pentru fiecare principiu al ei a existat un contraargument. Da, a facut-o sa-si piarda echilibrul si a fost prinsa in lumea apropiata... a fost adusa cu picioarele pe Pamant! Locul ei nu e aici.&lt;br /&gt;Noroc ca a rasarit Soarele si a imbratisat-o cu intelegere. Apoi a invelit-o cu raze si s-a facut ziua. Luna nu exista fara Soare. Lumina Soarelui e singura destul de puternica, singura lumina care ii poate deschide ochii Lunii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa-i fi putut da Lunii un picior in fundul ala mare al ei! Poate asa s-ar fi catarat mai repede acolo pe cer, in echilibrul ei de aiurita! Acum pot doar sa-i multumesc Soarelui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7583890040282967285?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7583890040282967285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7583890040282967285' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7583890040282967285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7583890040282967285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/11/luna-prin-lentile.html' title='Luna prin lentile'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5842986421479610004</id><published>2008-11-01T00:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:53:48.255+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...si in acelasi timp cu ochii, si toate usile imi sunt deschise. Nu stiu daca nu v-am vazut de usi sau nu v-am vazut pentru ca nu erati acolo. Vreau sa va vad. Pe toti!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa va uitati si voi spre mine. Nu inchideti usile... iar daca le veti inchide, uitati-va macar din cand in cand pe vizor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S GOLD EVERYWHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5842986421479610004?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5842986421479610004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5842986421479610004' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5842986421479610004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5842986421479610004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-wide-open.html' title='Eyes Wide Open'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7009404931469822802</id><published>2008-10-26T10:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:31:26.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Nu mai esti tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continui sa aflu despre tine lucruri care nu numai ca ma socheaza, dar ma dezgusta in ultimul hal!&lt;br /&gt;Cine esti, ce esti, ce vrei sa devii?! Vorbeai de schimbarile tuturor. Acei tuturor nu mai pot vorbi despre schimbarile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tale&lt;/span&gt;, sunt mult prea multe. Te asimilezi oamenilor ca un obiect general, sufletul tau nu e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;schimbare, ci e de-a dreptul o schimbare!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu prin ce treci, nu stiu daca treci prin ceva, nu stiu daca incerci sa fii ce ai vrut mereu, dar asta nu e o solutie, pentru ca devii cineva despre care tu altadata vorbeai cu greata... Imi pare rau pentru tine, si tie o sa-ti para rau candva...&lt;br /&gt;Nu esti tu... pentru mine nu vei mai fi tu, niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7009404931469822802?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7009404931469822802/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7009404931469822802' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7009404931469822802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7009404931469822802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/10/nu-mai-esti-tu.html' title='Nu mai esti tu...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1105898263180680837</id><published>2008-10-22T21:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:31:05.643+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><title type='text'>Leapsa - 9 posturi in care nu m-as vedea nici in ruptul capului</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da, de data asta Danny a fost mai mult decat inspirata. Tema mea de casa pentru azi a fost sa ma gandesc la 9 posturi in care n-as putea sa ma vad pe mine insami. Mi-a luat ceva timp, dar in final am hotarat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-as vedea niciodata:&lt;br /&gt;- stand dupa fundu' cuiva ca sa imi dea atentie / sa imi cer scuze;&lt;br /&gt;- cu maieuri roz de lac cu 20 de cm mai sus de buric, dansand pe ultimul "singal" Salam, Parizer etc.&lt;br /&gt;- incaltata cu pantofi cu bot ascutiiiiiiiiiiit... de 10 cm :|&lt;br /&gt;- picand un examen&lt;br /&gt;- gandindu-ma iar si iar la aceeasi situatie, de care sa nu pot sa trec&lt;br /&gt;- renuntand la un vis pentru cineva, indiferent de cine e vorba&lt;br /&gt;- lasand garda jos la un atac verbal&lt;br /&gt;- batandu-ma cu vreo 'smecherasa' pentru nu-stiu-ce fost prieten de-al ei, pentru ca tipu' m-a intrebat daca n-am un foc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si mai ales: N-AS PUTEA SA MA VAD FUMAND, IMBATANDU-MA SAU DROGANDU-MA.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, in concluzie: n-as putea sa fiu altfel decat sunt, pentru ca nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In orice caz, leapsa asta ma face sa ma gandesc mai repede la posturi in care m-as vedea, in favoarea celor mai putin asteptate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1105898263180680837?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1105898263180680837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1105898263180680837' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1105898263180680837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1105898263180680837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/10/leapsa-9-posturi-in-care-nu-m-as-vedea.html' title='Leapsa - 9 posturi in care nu m-as vedea nici in ruptul capului'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8525558279089885719</id><published>2008-10-12T12:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:00:59.809+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Intelege!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De doua zile... parca m-ai molipsit. :| (Chiar cand totul era asa de bine...) Nu stiu de ce tii neaparat ca ironia, satirismul si nesimtirea sa debordeze din tine. Sincer, n-am mai intalnit pe cineva de o lasitate atat de crasa. Dar, fie... e alegerea ta! :) Poate pentru ca te uiti prin mine fara sa ma vezi crezi ca ma afecteaza lucrul asta. Da, bai, ai dreptate. Tocmai pentru ca ne-a fost atat de greu in unele momente. Nu zic ca de data asta nu-mi pasa, pentru ca nu sunt nici ridicola si nici nu vreau sa bravez. In schimb, ma asigur (asigurandu-te pe tine) ca ai sa iesi din constiinta mea mult mai rapid fata de cum ai intrat. De ce? Pentru simplul fapt ca o relatie sociala de orice fel, trebuie sa fie acceptata de ambele parti. Deci oricare ti-ar fi motivele: crizele, gelozia, inconstienta... trebuie sa-ti zic ca nu sunt eu vinovata pentru orice schimbare care se va produce de acum inainte, ci tu (si implicit purtarea ta puerila)! Am multe sa iti spun... dar nu vreau sa pun capat brusc la orice urma de legatura care a fost vreodata intre noi. Nu, pentru ca desi de obicei spun totul in fata - exact cum iti place - de data asta e vorba de cu totul altceva.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, te las ca faci cum crezi tu de cuviinta. Si te anunt ca aici incepe sa se descompuna fiecare element... incepand din varf, iar baza o voi lasa ultima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8525558279089885719?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8525558279089885719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8525558279089885719' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8525558279089885719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8525558279089885719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/10/intelege.html' title='Intelege!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2373900929501067288</id><published>2008-10-12T12:30:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:00:06.948+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Leapsa - Andie Top 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cool! O noua leapsa, de data asta de la Danny. (Merci! :)) )&lt;br /&gt;Deci, dupa cum se vede, e vorba de cele mai frumoase 7 melodii, dupa parerea mea, in acest moment. Sunt constienta ca deseara topu' asta se va schimba radical, odata cu concertul MORANDI  :X ... Dar in fine, asta nu conteaza ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Beyonce - Me, Myself &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;6 -  Rihanna - Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;5 - Dj Project - Departe de noi&lt;br /&gt;4 - Inna - Hot&lt;br /&gt;3 - Morandi - Sun Goes Down&lt;br /&gt;2 - Morandi ft. Helene - Save Me&lt;br /&gt;1 - Alicia Keys - A Woman's Worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2373900929501067288?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2373900929501067288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2373900929501067288' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2373900929501067288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2373900929501067288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/10/leapsa-andie-top-7.html' title='Leapsa - Andie Top 7'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2387169299131753933</id><published>2008-10-05T09:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:06:35.962+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Noua mea gaina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De cateva saptamani incoace vad in fiecare zi o gaina. ...de fapt, nu e tocmai o gaina, seamana mai degraba cu un pui teribil de urat, cu pufu' ala galben luuung si latzos. Oh, well... nu-i vina mea ca in Romania nu poti sa mergi cu gaina la coafor. Revenind... Gaina asta a mea are o creasta destul de ciudata. Ii sta peste ochi si e in ton cu penele. Ceea ce e si mai aiurea e ca pasarea asta e atat de varza incat nu stie sa cotcodaceasca, ci incepe sa-si agite aripile mari (care parca nu-s ale ei) oridecateori face un ou! Cand da din aripi, biata de ea nu-si da seama ca isi ridica toate penele si seamana cu o pictura abstracta, probabil reprezentand un lan de grau intr-un an foarte sarac. Apoi, cand ti-e lumea mai draga si vine cineva sa-ti vada gaina... ea se scarpina in nas. Nu stiu cum reuseste, probabil o ajuta aripile ca niste urechi de elefant si ciocul de doua ori marimea normala. Pana aici e ok, sa zicem, dar ce nu pot sa inteleg e cum naiba gaina asta urata cu fundu' lasat si-a gasit unu' din cei mai tari cocosi (hai ma, nu interpretati! :)) ) din toata curtea!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, ca sa vezi... Enigma gainii! :-L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2387169299131753933?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2387169299131753933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2387169299131753933' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2387169299131753933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2387169299131753933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/10/noua-mea-gaina.html' title='Noua mea gaina!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7324343461372640258</id><published>2008-09-21T15:55:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:00:04.526+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Inceputul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De fiecare data e foaaaarte greu sa incepi un lucru. Dar, odata ce ai pornit, nimic nu te mai poate opri! Indiferent ca e vorba de teatru, poezie sau muzica, niciodata sa nu renunti la ceva ce stii ca poti sa faci, pentru ca vei pierde enorm de mult! Nu stii la ce ma refer?! Check out a becoming star! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sunleed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunleed @ Myspace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7324343461372640258?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7324343461372640258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7324343461372640258' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7324343461372640258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7324343461372640258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/09/inceputul.html' title='Inceputul...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8687967908353475946</id><published>2008-09-17T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:31:48.601+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine sunt eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Afara e si acum vremea ploioasa care m-a intampinat in prima mea zi de liceu. In 15 septembrie inca ma hotaram daca este sau nu nevoie sa am emotii. Astazi, pe de alta parte, sfidez orice principiu al legaturii dintre mine si ceea ce e dincolo de limitele mele, fiind intr-o buna dispozitie mai calda decat soarele lui Cuptor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Mi-a placut dintotdeauna sa fiu una dintre florile care abia acum se inalta, dar care creste atat de repede, astfel &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;incat sa nu &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ramana neobservata. Mireasma petalelor inca se mai raspandeste cu cativa centimetri mai jos decat palariile altor surori,.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dintre toate, am ales sa fiu o floare a soarelui. &lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Am primit caldura acestuia care se revarsa peste petalele aurii, avand mereu impresia ca fiecare raza ma elibereaza, ma impinge spre viitor. Probabil te-ai gandit si tu, la fel ca mine si ca multi altii, cum ar fi daca intr-o zi, ai lua locul uneia dintre razele acelea debordand de energie. Visul suprem: sa ajungi sa iti canti si tu oda unui ansamblu complex de personalitati dificile, iar ei, prin puterea lor de intelegere aproape supraumana, sa te aplaude cu ochii si cu sufletul. Ei bine, se spune ca visele nu se implinesc decat atunci cand le ai mereu intr-unul din buzunarele interioare ale hainei…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Prin ferestrele care ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;despart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; de lumea de afara,…ma vad ca intr-o oglinda. Fuzionand intr-o evidenta stare de confort (pentru majoritatea oamenilor), natura si ne-natura se evidentiaza reciproc pentru oricine are rabdare sa priveasca atent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aceasta din urma e o lume artificiala, avand un autor colectiv, caci fiecare contribuie cu partea lui de imaginatie. Da, acesta este ecoul secolului in care traim, unde mastile au devenit fete, nemaiputand sa se desprinda. Universul acesta mecanic, tehnologic, depinde numai de jumatatea naturala care, desi aflata in defensiva, nu uita ca mai intai au fost vietuitoarele, iar abia apoi s-a infaptuit restul. Radacinile cele mai groase reprezinta in continuare sentimentele puternice, bine infipte in ‘pamant’, fara de care un om nu poate exista in adevaratul sens al cuvantului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cei mai ambitiosi si mai hotarati dintre noi ar spune ca o fiinta spirituala e asemeni unei preafrumoase doamne, care isi ascunde realitatea sub un machiaj lipsit de imperfectiuni, care o protejeaza in orice situatie. Ea, inchisa parca intr-un glob din sticla, isi retuseaza aspectul ‘de scena’ ori de cate ori ceva merge prost. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cine sunt eu? ...inca nu stiu toate detaliile, dar am sa incerc sa aflu cat mai multe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8687967908353475946?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8687967908353475946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8687967908353475946' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8687967908353475946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8687967908353475946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/09/cine-sunt-eu.html' title='Cine sunt eu'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5600822843820227995</id><published>2008-09-07T04:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:05:04.198+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Sincronizare sau... 'Perfect timing'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paralelismul dintre doua persoane dintre care macar una spera sa o intalneasca pe cealalta este o nesansa pentru cateva dintre categoriile de oameni. Nu ma refer la marea majoritate fiindca aceste tipuri de insi au niste concepte total gresite, afundandu-se in timiditate, morcovism si uneori orgoliu.&lt;br /&gt;Tuturor ni s-a intamplat macar o data sa asteptam ca ceva sa se intample, adica sa fim la locul potrivit in momentul potrivit. Sincronizarea, unisonul, punctualitatea... se intersecteaza intr-un anume loc (insa nu acolo unde erai tu, asteptand sa cada ceva din cer).&lt;br /&gt;Printre homo-sapiens-sapiens de care vorbeam mai sus (care la o adica au un IQ ridicat comparativ cu restul piramidei trofice) exista si amarati care nu mai au alta alternativa. Deci, gasesc in aceste intalniri miraculoase - in care nu stii cu certitudine daca si ce o sa se petreaca - un fel de 'last resort'.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, e prea incurcata treaba, recunosc! Dar trebuie sa marturisesc ca e foarte aiurea sa te duci intr-un loc in care stii ca o sa vina cineva si sa staaai si sa asteeepti ca un fraier si pana la urma sa pleci. Oricum, macar am reusit sa ma conving de un lucru: sunt lucruri dupa care merita sa alergi, si lucruri pe care trebuie sa le lasi sa alerge dupa tine. Dupa ce m-am straduit o perioada insemnata, am ajuns la concluzia ca nu se poate in conditiile astea.&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam de obicei: comunicarea rezolva multe. Totusi, cand nu ai si nu ai cu cine, iti bagi picioarele si incerci sa uiti. (Normal ca n-o sa poti sau n-o sa fie usor, da' la fel cum te-ai bagat in rahat, trebuie sa si iesi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi pastrez mandria si increderea in mine pentru ca am reusit sa ma distrez in noaptea asta chiar mai mult decat ma asteptam. Deci, dupa toate astea, am ramas independenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5600822843820227995?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5600822843820227995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5600822843820227995' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5600822843820227995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5600822843820227995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/09/sincronizare-sau-perfect-timing.html' title='Sincronizare sau... &apos;Perfect timing&apos;'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3172965320444538409</id><published>2008-08-27T10:16:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:13:53.359+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Prin tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E atat de usor sa crezi despre un lucru ca e frumos... sa privesti lucrurile dintr-un singur unghi si sa le cataloghezi drept extraordinare. Pe de alta parte, nu e greu nici sa pornesti un foc de invidie si sa-l arunci asupra lucrurilor despre care va vorbeam. Incep sa cred ca focul asta a topit toata gheata, si trebuie sa scazi din nou temperatura ca sa nu devii vulnerabil. Incep sa fac legatura intre oameni si natura: banchizele de la poluri au rezistat, s-au fortificat, iar acum efectele incalzirii globale le distrug.&lt;br /&gt;Refuz sa cred ca ma apropii de un fel de apocalipsa individuala. Sunt convinsa ca nu voi fi mereu la fel ca nucul din fata blocului, insa realizez ca o toamna foarte dura e inevitabila. Va ramane poate o singura frunza pe care, insa, am s-o ajut in orice fel posibil sa traiasca.&lt;br /&gt;Voi trai prin ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3172965320444538409?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3172965320444538409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3172965320444538409' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3172965320444538409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3172965320444538409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/08/prin-tine.html' title='Prin tine'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8105314798657449657</id><published>2008-08-18T19:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:13:52.518+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Drum bun!</title><content type='html'>Spre deliciul interesului meu care zboara tot mai departe de casa, plec. Da, iar ma vedeti inghesuind bagajele in niciodata obositul microbuz de la CSS. Din nou ma urmariti cum adorm cu telefonul in mana si cu cate-o mana de-a lu' Uly in brate... Stiu ca ma invidiati pentru ca n-o sa le stiti niciodata pe fete asa cum le stiu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echipei de volei CSS-CSU Tg Mures,&lt;br /&gt;Cu drag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa nu venim cu mana goala din Bulgaria... As vrea sa facm impresie buna la turneu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8105314798657449657?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8105314798657449657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8105314798657449657' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8105314798657449657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8105314798657449657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-bun.html' title='Drum bun!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-630266353079801555</id><published>2008-08-17T17:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:33:30.313+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cel mai adesea caut un mod prin care sa ma descarc, chiar daca nu e nevoie. Da, as vrea sa ma cunoasteti toti, cat de bine. Daca s-ar intampla lucrul asta mi-as asuma toate riscurile pentru ca mai mult decat orice, detest singuratatea. Nu stiu de ce vreau sa ma intelegeti. Multi din voi habar n-aveti de asa ceva, dar nu ma priveste ca sunteti niste ratati in devenire, inecati in fum prin baruri ieftine. Vreau sa fac ceva cu viata mea si cred ca trebuie sa incep de la mine. Cred in mine pentru ca eu stiu si ceea ce voi nu stiti. :) Pentru fiecare lucru care imi scapa ma invinuiesc pentru ca-mi incalc propriile reguli. (Nescrise, evident) Oricum, fiecare e o noua provocare fiindca reusitele sunt cele mai bune energizante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am zis destul, mai interpretati, dragilor! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-630266353079801555?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/630266353079801555/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=630266353079801555' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/630266353079801555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/630266353079801555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/08/inside.html' title='Inside'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1129077540412591217</id><published>2008-08-11T00:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:01:46.232+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Diary of CSS :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peste tot te impiedici de faze haioase si, cazand in cap incepi sa razi isteric. Da, clar, asta e unul din cazuri!&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa va pun la curent cu cea mai tare faza din cantonament :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bataie comuna cu perne in camera 103 unde colegele in cauza efectiv inotau prin pene ca intr-un clip foarte soft. Dar loviturile erau de-a dreptul penale deci nu puteai sa nu razi. Oricum, interpretarea mea a fost desumflata cu rasete prea pronuntate cand una din perne a zburat pe geam, lansata cu cea mai mare precizie si avand o traiectorie ascendenta pana sub nasul profului care se intreba uimit daca intr-adevar trebuia sa se trezeasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au urmat bineinteles strigatele dansului inabusite de acelasi ras care ne caracterizeaza. Totusi, perna trebuia recuperata de pe acoperisul foarte subred al unei terase. Am incercat cu matura: s-a dovedit a fi prea scurta. Am vrut sa agatam perna cu un prosop dar ne-am chinuit degeaba. Pana la urma una din noi s-a intors cu o proaspata idee si cu peria de spalat wc-ul. Normal, am legat-o de o sfoara pentru haine si am pescuit perna cu precizie, ca niste profesioniste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur ca n-a fost singura faza tare din ultima saptamana(, trogloditelor)! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nu fi uitat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DA-I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NIEXT &lt;/span&gt;MA HANDICAPATULE!! &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/3527944456237637494-1129077540412591217?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1129077540412591217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1129077540412591217' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1129077540412591217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1129077540412591217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/08/diary-of-css.html' title='Diary of CSS :))'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6318359210176940018</id><published>2008-08-01T00:07:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:19:01.214+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Vara mea s-a terminat!</title><content type='html'>S-ar zice ca nu mai am nevoie de altceva vara asta. De fapt, mai am inca nevoie de mare. Da, sunt dependenta de nisipul aspru si de valurile sarate! ...As vrea sa visez la nesfarsit si "marea" asta din ultimele 2 saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai, da' de fiecare data trebuie sa se intample ceva. De ce nu ma lasati fratilor in pace cu marea mea? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati ghicit, plec iar...&lt;br /&gt;Ma asteapta strazile din Sovata, unde am sa alerg dupa pescarusii care ma vor duce la mare! 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va las cu cateva poze si cu o profunda oboseala pe care am reusit sa o acumulez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIrkrVbRFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/heCUDIHRoRE/s1600-h/Colaj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 377px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIrkrVbRFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/heCUDIHRoRE/s400/Colaj5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290026438444114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIr17uXbdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1fq-LLPhqqI/s1600-h/P1030697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 403px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIr17uXbdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1fq-LLPhqqI/s400/P1030697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290322895793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIsCtI2OkI/AAAAAAAAALE/dKsxDuTvOQ0/s1600-h/mdt12iulie686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 365px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIsCtI2OkI/AAAAAAAAALE/dKsxDuTvOQ0/s400/mdt12iulie686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290542318631490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6318359210176940018?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6318359210176940018/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6318359210176940018' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6318359210176940018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6318359210176940018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-ar-zice-ca-nu-mai-am-nevoie-de.html' title='Vara mea s-a terminat!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SJIrkrVbRFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/heCUDIHRoRE/s72-c/Colaj5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8247275901765441051</id><published>2008-07-09T19:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:49:21.415+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Degeaba!</title><content type='html'>...degeaba-mi spuneti ca abia am ajuns acasa! Doar stiti ca m-am indragostit de mare... Vorbim peste vreo 3 saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gasiti in Costinesti!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8247275901765441051?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8247275901765441051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8247275901765441051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8247275901765441051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8247275901765441051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/07/degeaba.html' title='Degeaba!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7601771912417095716</id><published>2008-07-06T23:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:23:09.989+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>The end of the first dream...</title><content type='html'>Abia acum s-a terminat, dar niciodata nu mi-a fost atat de dor de voi!!&lt;br /&gt;VA IUBESC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qOZ0foXHK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qOZ0foXHK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci, Tudor! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7601771912417095716?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7601771912417095716/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7601771912417095716' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7601771912417095716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7601771912417095716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-first-dream.html' title='The end of the first dream...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-993654257910591580</id><published>2008-07-05T01:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:05:05.187+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>Deja ma gandesc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...sa merg inapoi, la mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am avut parte de toate intr-un timp atat de scurt!&lt;br /&gt;Da, asa e... N-o sa ne ia nimeni nici rasetele din saptamana trecuta, nici certurile, nici vorbitul la telefon de noaptea tarziu. Cum sa uiti ca dusul era cel mai tare sistem de sonorizare pe care l-ai vazut vreodata si ai cantat in duet cu fiecare? Ultimul meci "gadilitor" cu Blonda :x (in timp ce vorbeam la telefon :)) ...) a fost tot ce ne trebuia ca sa mai amanam putin ora somnului. Normal, "Caseii" lu' Patry au fost atractia sezonului :)). Cu toate piersicile care zaceau pe masa de zile intregi, cu toate hainele aruncate peste tot, cu toaaate trollerele de care ne-am impiedicat, a fost tare, bai, recunoasteti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu amintesc de cea mai tare seara? Vreti sa va spun ca suntem mai tari ca voi si sa ma credeti? De ce? Pai uite-asa, ca in jur de 15 fete am invadat Disco Ring, din Costinesti! (Unde m-am intalnit si cu Felix, ca raspuns la "premonitia" lui ca se va intalni cu cineva cunoscut si in semn de compensatie pentru mine, cea care pierdusem concertul din Mures)&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie, totusi, sa va spun: am fost niste egoiste si am refuzat multitudinea de baieti care orbita in jurul axelor noastre. (Vorbim la telefon, da? ;)) ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca niciodata - acolo unde se joaca volei - nu e bine fara Uly, ne-am gandit sa ne revansam. Astfel ca, prin luna iulie, ne gasiti la Costinesti, la beachvolley sau in Tineretului! (...trebuia sa sarbatorim pentru intrarea spectaculoasa la liceu, nu? :&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc, fetele, abia astept sa mergem in Bulgaria!! :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-993654257910591580?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/993654257910591580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=993654257910591580' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/993654257910591580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/993654257910591580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/07/deja-ma-gandesc.html' title='Deja ma gandesc...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4778686266332144436</id><published>2008-06-20T16:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:54:19.374+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>In sfarsit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...azi am inteles ca sunt in vacanta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost atat de dor de vara! In fiecare zi speram sa ma trezeasca briza usoara a marii sau aripile unui pescarus alb, usor... Am retrait secventele cele mai frumoase din vacanta trecuta, prin vise. Acum, imi dau seama ca vara asta o sa fie mai spectaculoasa decat cea precedenta. De ce? Paaaai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa spunem doar ca... noi, fetele din echipa, n-am mai fost impreuna o luna intreaga departe de casa si foarte aproape de distractie, rasete si... da, antrenament! Deci, din punctul asta de vedere e o premiera. Sper ca prietenii sa nu fie suparati din cauza asta, promit ca ma revansez! :X.&lt;br /&gt;Desi voi lipsi cu desavarsire la Zilele Orasului in favoarea unui cantonament, pot sa spun ca am sa recuperez, unde altundeva decat in COSTINESTI! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oVK7dV8DD_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oVK7dV8DD_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/b9Loxk/music/s5ZP8oE6/dj_jungle_discoteca_taimnul_discotecii_tineretului/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4778686266332144436?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4778686266332144436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4778686266332144436' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4778686266332144436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4778686266332144436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-sfarsit.html' title='In sfarsit!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5926030444586321510</id><published>2008-06-17T23:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:21:44.379+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><title type='text'>Euro 2008? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da, poate ca n-ar fi trebuit sa ne umflam in pene... Ca suntem favoriti pentru calificare, ca tine cu noi cota pariurilor, ca am mai batut Olanda la Rotterdam. Degeaba, dupa cum se vede. Arbitrul de rezerva arata 3 minute de prelungire, la meciul nostru. Cu scorul ambelor meciuri 2-0 in momentul de fata, Olanda si Italia sunt calificate. Imi pare sincer rau. Ma doare capul si tind sa cred ca e de la oboseala si nu de la evolutia spectaculoasa a tricolorilor. Mi-a placut foarfeca lui Florentin Petre, s-ar fi putut termina ca si cea a lui Ronaldinho pentru Barcelona. Eh... sa nu mai vorbesc despre ce-ar fi putut fi si practic a lipsit cu desavarsire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, fraierilor! Nu va dau aia de la Domo banii inapoi pe LCD-uri!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu invinuiesc pe nici unul din jucatorii romani pentru rezultatul acestui meci, n-am nimic nici cu Mutu (si voi cei care ziceti ca "Mutu ne-a descalificat"... ei bine, dati-va cate o palma). Nationala a dovedit ca stie sa joace foarte bine, tinand piept Italiei si Frantei, insa in meciul impotriva Olandei, parca-parca ne-am fi asteptat la ceva mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, Piti are dreptate: "Am pierdut in fata unei echipe mai bune decat noi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5926030444586321510?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5926030444586321510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5926030444586321510' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5926030444586321510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5926030444586321510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008.html' title='Euro 2008? :)'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1844026673713242704</id><published>2008-06-14T14:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:05:29.709+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>For every tomorrow... :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Krinutza/b895b03221c2ed"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_b895b03221c2ed(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akon feat T-pain-i can&amp;#039;t wait&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio  Diverse &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon ft. T-Pain - I Can't Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I can't wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you when the morning comes and the night time goes away&lt;br /&gt;(all day)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think that we won't be okay&lt;br /&gt;(no way)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing stopping me from loving you&lt;br /&gt;Touchin' and rubbin' and kissin' and huggin' you&lt;br /&gt;(what's this feelin' taking over me?)&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it ain't no stoppin' it&lt;br /&gt;(I'll go as far as the eyes can see)&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it ain't no droppin' it&lt;br /&gt;(Always forever I'll be by your side)&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you and you in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute (for a minute)&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo!&lt;br /&gt;That's the one life you will love me endlessly&lt;br /&gt;(forever)&lt;br /&gt;If this goes our way my love will always be&lt;br /&gt;(eternity)&lt;br /&gt;You have set my mind my love my heart so free&lt;br /&gt;(free)&lt;br /&gt;Together forever however just you and me&lt;br /&gt;(What's this feeling taking over me?)&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it ain't no stoppin' it&lt;br /&gt;(I'll go as far as the eyes can see)&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it ain't no droppin' it&lt;br /&gt;(Always forever I'll be by your side)&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you and you in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(return to chorus 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have you right next to me here by my side (side, side, side)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;To kiss and caress you girl while I'm holding you tight (tight, tight, tight)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine life without you it just ain't right (right, right, right)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whole lotta lovin' and you gonna get it tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(return to chorus 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo!&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait, wait, wait)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait, wait, wait)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1844026673713242704?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1844026673713242704/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1844026673713242704' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1844026673713242704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1844026673713242704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-every-tomorrow.html' title='For every tomorrow... :&gt;'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8508763771413978574</id><published>2008-06-06T16:39:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:46:01.782+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>When I grow up I wanna be famous! :x</title><content type='html'>Nu m-ati crezut cand v-am zis... acum intru pe contraatac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="415" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad5df72c7621c763" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad5df72c7621c763%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D472B7E0E20ED92F8E00F867E2D41E721FD6B66F8.83EAF9AA0CAE9E3B09C3F4E5BDCC7E756E359925%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad5df72c7621c763%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DelLm1uKgLDe3Y87f9nPYRnG3nSU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="500" height="415" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad5df72c7621c763%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D472B7E0E20ED92F8E00F867E2D41E721FD6B66F8.83EAF9AA0CAE9E3B09C3F4E5BDCC7E756E359925%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad5df72c7621c763%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DelLm1uKgLDe3Y87f9nPYRnG3nSU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumiri speciale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ory - pentru filmuletz &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;BLND &amp;amp; WD - pentru incurajari ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you! I'm famous!!! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For other details contact my manager, WD! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8508763771413978574?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad5df72c7621c763&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8508763771413978574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8508763771413978574' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8508763771413978574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8508763771413978574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/06/jealous-dont-be.html' title='When I grow up I wanna be famous! :x'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6116323850231164044</id><published>2008-06-06T12:21:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:14:51.707+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Trăim un nou început...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...un început în care trebuie să lăsăm în urmă ultimii 4 ani dar pe care să nu-i uităm. V-am văzut în acest timp fericiţi, râzând, şuşotind, certându-va, dansând... Azi v-am văzut plangând. Printre muuulte îmbrăţişări pline de lacrimi am văzut că nu mai suntem ce eram în lasa a V-a. După toate bileţelele trimise prin orele de mate, după toate cornurile care zburau prin clasă în fiecare pauză, fâlfâindu-şi graţios... ăăăăă... ambalajele, pot să spun că acum suntem mai uniţi decât oricând. Ultimele imagini din gimnaziu - excursia, banchetul şi festivitatea - sunt înca vii, antrenate de ultimul îndemn al doamnei diriginte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Rudyard Kipling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- If&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKVfPallI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qURKkw31A9A/s1600-h/DSCF0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKVfPallI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qURKkw31A9A/s400/DSCF0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208705808310376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKU82ErhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U1i-WATrbjo/s1600-h/DSCF0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKU82ErhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U1i-WATrbjo/s400/DSCF0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208705799077277202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKV-fH4BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bafd8j3Mn0g/s1600-h/DSCF0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKV-fH4BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bafd8j3Mn0g/s400/DSCF0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208705816697757714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKUqmxvUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hv7tznWUnnk/s1600-h/DSCF0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKUqmxvUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hv7tznWUnnk/s400/DSCF0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208705794181283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkM-2MfiOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IvBC1Hy3Iu0/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkM-2MfiOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IvBC1Hy3Iu0/s400/DSCF0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208708717870024930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkM-Uv1mDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5SKwTBHc4M4/s1600-h/DSCF0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkM-Uv1mDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5SKwTBHc4M4/s400/DSCF0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208708708891465778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Şi, pentru că cine ştie cunoaşte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;MINTEA E CA O PARAŞUTĂ: NU FUNCŢIONEAZĂ DECÂT ATUNCI CÂND ESTE DESCHISĂ! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vă iubesc! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6116323850231164044?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6116323850231164044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6116323850231164044' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6116323850231164044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6116323850231164044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/06/trim-un-nou-nceput.html' title='Trăim un nou început...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SEkKVfPallI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qURKkw31A9A/s72-c/DSCF0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4783040325564733386</id><published>2008-04-25T00:42:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:14:18.512+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Ambitiile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dintotdeauna, mi-ati permis mai multe lumi paralele pe ale caror drumuri cutreieram la fel cum un fluture isi ninge zborul asupra unei gradini cu flori. Lumile mele se intrepatrundeau in anumite momente, tensionate...  Nu cred ca mi-a parut rau vreodata. Acum imi pare.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ati limitat zborul, ati taiat florile din gradina peste care am rasarit si am apus atatia ani. Ma condamnati pentru ca vreau sa ating cerul cu ambele maini, in acelasi timp. De ce nu intelegeti? Vreau si stiu ca pot! Nu ma urati pentru ca va faceti rau voua, in primul rand, si apoi mie! Nu va mai chinuiti, incercati sa acceptati ca eu nu inseamna nici doi, nici trei, nici zece. Aveti rebdare cu mine si nu imi vatamati aripile fiindca isi vor pierde coloritul. Nu ma trageti de maini in directii diferite pentru ca imi veti rupe trupul intr-o mie de bucati care se vor asterne pe fundul marii si vor plange sclipirea pe care ati refuzat-o. Sunt doar un copil care isi abate pentru prima oara privirea de la senin. Nu ma restrangeti cu legaturi fiindca, asemeni unui ghiocel, imi voi pleca petalele spre nefiinta si ma voi usca.&lt;br /&gt;Da, asa e, am ambitii, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambitii! &lt;/span&gt;Voi stiti ce sunt ambitiile? Stiti sa luptati pentru ele? De ce va opriti sufletul sa se bucure pentru mine? De ce nu ma sustineti? ...Atunci cand ma descatusez cu un ultim suflu si ma arunc asupra unui alb mirosind a proaspat priviti cu dezgust cum imaginea se transpune intr-o capodopera. Voluntar si involuntar, am facut atatea pentru voi si totusi la prima ezitare mi-ati luat una dintre vieti.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau... Cu toata sinceritatea va marturisesc ca sunteti o armata de ipocriti daca ascultati de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manie &lt;/span&gt;si de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ura&lt;/span&gt;! ...si poate ca imi veti taia frunzele, dar radacinile sunt mai puternice decat toti dintre voi la un loc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4783040325564733386?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4783040325564733386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4783040325564733386' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4783040325564733386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4783040325564733386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/04/ambitiile.html' title='Ambitiile'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-137319085613711440</id><published>2008-04-20T22:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:23:41.257+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Ca o prima Duminica :x</title><content type='html'>Acum o saptamana va spuneam despre turneu. Acum va spun ca toate visele s-au implinit.&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc, fetelor!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SBD-FxqTp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/a-PPbvtq-WM/s1600-h/P1020757+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SBD-FxqTp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/a-PPbvtq-WM/s400/P1020757+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192929745541769042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-137319085613711440?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/137319085613711440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=137319085613711440' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/137319085613711440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/137319085613711440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/04/ca-o-prima-duminica-x.html' title='Ca o prima Duminica :x'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SBD-FxqTp1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/a-PPbvtq-WM/s72-c/P1020757+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3362337538115174169</id><published>2008-04-13T09:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:24:45.135+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Duminica, dar nu ca oricare alta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daaa... toata ziua e Duminica. M-am trezit azi-dimineata vrand sa invat la chimie si germana pentru lucrarile de maine. De aseara am un chef nebun de chimie :x (Danny, sa stii ca ma simt bine). Totusi, nu-mi sta capul la altceva decat la turneul de saptamana viitoare. Hai sa va pun putin la curent. :P&lt;br /&gt;Marti plecam la Toplita... Stam pana Duminica viitoare acolo. Da, stiu ca e cam mult da' e totusi turneu' final! ;;) Suntem in grupa cu Cernavoda, Lugoj si Galati, deci trageti singuri concluzii! Sper sa dea rezultate toate schemele si figurile pe care le fac si singura, si cu Uly. Chiar cred ca o sa fie fain :D&lt;br /&gt;Trecand de partea tehnica, de partea sigura sau cum vreti sa-i spuneti, trebuie sa va impartasesc ultimele mele impresii in legatura cu turneul asta. Trebuie sa fabulez si eu macar putin, nu? Ideea e ca sunt foarte optimista, nu pentru ca sunt ingamfata, egoista, cu nasu pe sus sau alte alea. Am un sentiment placut in legatura cu turneu' asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuma ma duc, facem scheme cu Alee :X&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne tineti pumnii ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SAG7gmdA0MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QBHut2G14yQ/s1600-h/P1000769+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SAG7gmdA0MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QBHut2G14yQ/s400/P1000769+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188634414459965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3362337538115174169?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3362337538115174169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3362337538115174169' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3362337538115174169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3362337538115174169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/04/duminica-dar-nu-ca-oricare-alta.html' title='Duminica, dar nu ca oricare alta'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/SAG7gmdA0MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QBHut2G14yQ/s72-c/P1000769+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7168999216534904832</id><published>2008-04-13T00:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:42:09.467+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalitate'/><title type='text'>Teorie despre viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De multe ori cand te simti singur, sleit de puteri, cand simti sa nu mai ai nimic pentru care sa lupti si nu te poti ridica pana la nivelul la care esti capabil sa te ridici... cedezi. ...asa, pur si simplu. Incepi sa te destrami si sa te pierzi printre ceilalti, sa iei cate putin de la fiecare, cate o particula, sa le asimilezi corpului tau si sa fii mai puternic. Toate astea nu iti sunt de folos pentru ca in momentele acelea nimeni nu poate sa te ajute. Singurul lucru, singura persoana de care ai nevoie esti tu insuti.&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te in urma... Intoarce-te in timp si aminteste-ti. Readu-ti in minte momentele cand zambeai, cand lumea era a ta! Readu-ti in minte clipele in care nu numai ca erai fericit, dar erai implinit pentru ca te-ai ridicat singur dupa ce altii te-au impins. Gandeste-te cum te-ai impins singur in ceva care te consuma incet si cum ai dat totul la o parte.&lt;br /&gt;Eu asa ma gandesc. ...totul este despre mine, pentru ca nu am cum sa ma refer la altii. Stiu ca am facut un pas inainte, stiu ca sunt cu o treapta mai sus pentru increderea in mine pe care mi-am format-o. Acum stiu ca trebuie sa tin intai la mine ca sa pot sa tin si la altii. Cred cu tarie ca sunt multe lucruri pe care nu le-as fi putut face fara sprijinul altora. Cei care m-au sprijinit, totusi, au facut-o involuntar. Putine sunt persoanele care au stat langa mine tot timpul. Le-am indepartat. Le-am indepartat ca sa fiu eu cea care spulbera norii negri care plouau in mine. In tot acest timp am fost eu in raport direct cu eul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-am schimbat. Nu vreau sa ma schimb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7168999216534904832?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7168999216534904832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7168999216534904832' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7168999216534904832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7168999216534904832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/04/teorie-despre-viata.html' title='Teorie despre viata'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3809598603821944097</id><published>2008-03-30T14:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:37:20.718+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Step up to the streets!</title><content type='html'>Just feel it, do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cwh2PE9Mgm0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cwh2PE9Mgm0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/3527944456237637494-3809598603821944097?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3809598603821944097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3809598603821944097' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3809598603821944097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3809598603821944097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-to-streets.html' title='Step up to the streets!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4406460295520079193</id><published>2008-03-26T16:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:08:22.970+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><title type='text'>Astazi...</title><content type='html'>...mi se pare o zi foarte potrivita sa incep o noua serie de..."chestii" de-astea. Uite-te la data: 26.03.2008. Mi-a placut mult ziua de azi pentru ca a fost simpla si pentru ca nu am tinut romana si geogra. N-a fost nici pe departe atat de insorita ca ziua de ieri, dar ma asteptam sa se incalzeasca pana dupamasa. In sfarsit m-am hotarat sa nu mai dau exemplu de sedentarism si sa ma duc sa zburd putin pe maidane. In incercarea mea de a gasi ceva comestibil (o portie mare de... apa) m-am uitat asa, din intamplare pe fereastra. Am ramas masca :|. M-a luat un maaare val de frig. Persoana mea imbracata intr-un tricou si pantaloni scurti era despartita printr-un termopan de o... AVALANSA DE FULGI DE ZAPADA... la sfarsitul lui martie! Deci daca ar fi sa va descriu... efectiv nu se vedea nimic la o distanta de 5 metri. Astia da fulgi, frate! Aproape ca mi-am revenit din soc atunci cand unul din nori s-a dat la o parte si a aparut un soare dinala orbitor care fugea printre fulgi ca ploaia printre frunze.&lt;br /&gt;Acum incep sa visez despre cum o sa ninga in august, pe plaiurile Costinestilor. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4406460295520079193?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4406460295520079193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4406460295520079193' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4406460295520079193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4406460295520079193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/03/astazi.html' title='Astazi...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6139029260543672454</id><published>2008-03-11T22:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:13:51.374+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Pareri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da, fiecare are o parere in legatura cu tot ceea ce e in jurul nostru. Sunt de acord. Fiecare isi exprima in mod direct parerea, lucru care ii afecteaza mai mult sau mai putin pe ceilalti. Acum, daca te gandesti ca &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu &lt;/span&gt;esti cel/cea care isi exprima parerea si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pe mine &lt;/span&gt;ma afecteaza chestia asta, ai zice "Si ce? Poa' sa te afecteze unde vrei tu, pe mine ma doare la patina." Nimic mai corect, fiindca daca asa gandesti, mai mult ca sigur si pe mine ma doare de tine in acelasi loc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa presupunem, totusi, ca avem atata respect unul pentru altu' cat sa ne alegem cat de cat cuvintele, ca sa nu-i pice cu tronc celuilalt. Ar fi pacat, nu, pentru ceva ce tie ti se pare ca e un cacat, la propriu, sa o dai in ceva care e cacat numai la figurat (doar ca mult mai nasol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuzele de rigoare daca se simte cineva jignit. N-am putut sa ma abtin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: Daca va ia valu cu anumite chestii si sunteti asa convinsi de un lucru incat nu va puteti abtine, poate ar trebui niste scuze. Cu putin noroc, totu' revine la normal. Doar stie fiecare ca si celalalt are intr-o anumita masura dreptate. Everything is forgivable, you just have to find people excuses! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6139029260543672454?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6139029260543672454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6139029260543672454' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6139029260543672454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6139029260543672454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/03/pareri.html' title='Pareri...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-615348637146774227</id><published>2008-03-03T15:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:19:50.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Lene (partea a II-a)</title><content type='html'>Mi-e atat de lene incat as putea sa scriu o poezie despre cat imi e de lene.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat as putea sa scriu si un eseu despre asta.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat le-as putea scrie in japoneza.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat le-as putea publica.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat as putea sa ma intorc in timp si sa i le arat si lui Bacovia si lui Arghezi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat as putea sa gasesc asemanari intre ei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat as putea crede ca lenea mea s-ar putea transforma in ceva de mii de ori mai maret decat ce au scris ei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat nu pot sa fac efortul de a ma uita la tastatura in timp ce scriu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de lene incat nici nu realizez ca ma aflu pe scaun.&lt;br /&gt;...Incepe sa mi se faca foame. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-615348637146774227?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/615348637146774227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=615348637146774227' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/615348637146774227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/615348637146774227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/03/lene-partea-ii.html' title='Lene (partea a II-a)'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3524672372780565296</id><published>2008-02-24T23:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:15:53.331+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><title type='text'>I won't allow myself to step back.</title><content type='html'>It's just the way it is: step after another, we move forward. Sometimes time goes by faster, things speed up. We shouldn't speed anything up. Why not lie under the dusty infinite, imagining that the blue sky is everything we see? What we see is what inspires us. What we think inspires us even more. Sometimes, what we here is too much and then the best thing we can do is silently listen to each other's stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Luminita2007/a23b8558db1e56"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_a23b8558db1e56(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3524672372780565296?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3524672372780565296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3524672372780565296' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3524672372780565296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3524672372780565296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wont-allow-myself-to-step-back.html' title='I won&apos;t allow myself to step back.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-872684979953345312</id><published>2008-02-16T00:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:55:44.625+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Cutia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mereu am inchis o usa care stiam ca e singura usor-accesibila. Holul a fost tot timpul putin sub nivelul asteptarii mele dar pana la urma am realizat ca n-ar fi putut niciodata sa fie altfel. N-avea cum sa ajunga la un nivel de excelenta pentru ca circumstantele nu erau potrivite. Picatelele maro mi se pareau groaznic de monotone si de deprimante. Pana nu demult nu stiam ca fiecare e o pata micuta in memoria mea care sugereaza un anume eveniment extraordinar de important cum ar fi udatul florilor sau descoperirea geamului de la bucatarie. Am urmat intotdeauna linia care despartea partea picatita de cea non-picatita. Imi placea sa cercetez luciul lemnului masiv al usilor care se inaltau in fata si in dreapta mea. Mi se pareau atat de putin familiare, uimitoare. Erau cel putin de 3 ori mai mari decat usa pe care  lasam in urma. Eram un corp in miscarea lui neregulata incercand sa se afirme. Pe parcursul anilor, aceasta inclinatie pentru cunoastere s-a extins, dar nu voi da detalii. Cea mai urata usa era preferata mea. Se deschidea numai pentru mine. Uneori puteam sa iau si pe altcineva in calatoria mea, nu eram egoista, dar stiam ca n-ar fi putut insemna nimic mai mult decat o usa de fier pentru toti ceilalti. Cand intram simteam un gol in stomac si bataile inimii incetineau. Respiram neregulat. Ochii mari cercetau fiecare centimetru al spatiului mic. Atmosfera se destindea pe masura ce sinapsele mele creau scenarii fantastice, pline de emotie. Ma simteam inchisa si in acelasi timp libera. Eram doar eu si cutia. Nu ma vedea nimeni, nu ma vedeam nici macar eu insami, daca nu vroiam. Brusc, ma loveam de realitate si cadeam. Ma puteam opri oricand, dar nu vroiam sa o fac... Cutia se izbea violent de multe lucruri, cu un huruit groaznic dar in acelasi timp interesant. De fiecare data cand golul din stomac mi se dilata, cutia se oprea lin si astepta pana eu plecam fascinata mai departe, uitandu-ma inapoi, dar nu fara sa ma asigur ca nimeni nu ma vede...&lt;br /&gt;Acum, sunt toate astea si ceva in plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-872684979953345312?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/872684979953345312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=872684979953345312' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/872684979953345312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/872684979953345312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/cutia.html' title='Cutia.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6983243729252704615</id><published>2008-02-14T20:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:37:52.790+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song of every Valentine :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Adi_2008/e794d0c7715a4c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_e794d0c7715a4c(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATB - Black Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes amplify&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;On the downbeat, lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;On the B-side&lt;br /&gt;I found what I was after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You're so crazy nice&lt;br /&gt;Like a small town&lt;br /&gt;Filled with skyscrapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;So divine&lt;br /&gt;Take me downtown, be my saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;On this black night&lt;br /&gt;Make everything come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Under white light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;br /&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;With your designer love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Sometimes when I watch you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I think I made you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;br /&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Your hands locked in mine&lt;br /&gt;Like a chain link&lt;br /&gt;Sealing the exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;R.G.B.Y.,&lt;br /&gt;this photo says "I'm taken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;You're so crazy nice&lt;br /&gt;Like a small town&lt;br /&gt;Filled with skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Black night, white lights&lt;br /&gt;So divine&lt;br /&gt;Take me downtown, be my saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world is you&lt;br /&gt;On this black night&lt;br /&gt;Make everything come true&lt;br /&gt;Under white light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;br /&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I watch you sleep&lt;br /&gt;I think I made you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;br /&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;br /&gt;With your designer love&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I watch you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I think I made you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my radar, on my radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;With your designer l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;ove&lt;br /&gt;Before things get much crazier&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night...oh oh&lt;br /&gt;My radar...ahh ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R7SKRB_GbdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0wzzZhBev5Q/s1600-h/Street_of_light_by_Gros_Bisounours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R7SKRB_GbdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0wzzZhBev5Q/s400/Street_of_light_by_Gros_Bisounours.jpg" alt="" 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href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-of-every-valentine-x.html' title='Song of every Valentine :x'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R7SKRB_GbdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0wzzZhBev5Q/s72-c/Street_of_light_by_Gros_Bisounours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3370358511040941090</id><published>2008-02-13T22:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:18:33.661+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desene'/><title type='text'>Vaca si Puiu', aka Cau vs. Chikin</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca Danny ma inspira azi, blogu asta e in cinstea ei! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMIqGulaLnI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMIqGulaLnI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/3527944456237637494-3370358511040941090?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3370358511040941090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3370358511040941090' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3370358511040941090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3370358511040941090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/vaca-si-puiu-aka-cau-vs-chikin.html' title='Vaca si Puiu&apos;, aka Cau vs. Chikin'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7591087093799468573</id><published>2008-02-04T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:05:49.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>FM Project</title><content type='html'>Un concert unde mi-am adus aminte de multe lucruri frumoase... Merci! Sper sa ne vedem curand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsmKrIPzyAw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsmKrIPzyAw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxHWIZ1vvz8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inca un video de la concert:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxHWIZ1vvz8"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7591087093799468573?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7591087093799468573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7591087093799468573' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7591087093799468573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7591087093799468573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/fm-project.html' title='FM Project'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2576235099382705388</id><published>2008-02-04T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:06:31.868+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><title type='text'>Timisoara, orasul cu porumbei iubitori de Mice</title><content type='html'>Nu de mult am venit din cantonament... Timisoara :&gt; O sa va spun numai de chestiile mai importante cum ar fi: toate meciurile castigate cu 3-0. Si am jucat pt prima oara in viata mea... libero! (nu intrebati cum am jucat, mai bine sa nu stricam momentul :-j )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuun... :D&lt;br /&gt;Primu eveniment memorabil a fost foaaaarte bine primit, avand in vedere ca dormeam pe noi toate dupa 7-8 ore de drum prea plictisitor (si cu prea mult dormit in pozitii yoga). Intram noi pe coridoruuul... cabanei?... hai sa fie casa... unde urma sa stam. Ne postam in fata usii cu bagajele si il asteptam pe antrenor. Se auzeau voci de baieti pe coridor... si apa de la dush :-??... Vin vro 2-3 cu prosoapele pe ei... se uita la noi: :&gt;:&gt;... incepem sa radem. Stam ce mai stam... Apare mister Musculo, cel mai cel dintre toti, de la dush, in pana goala (vorba lu' Cory). Toata lumea masca 2 secunde :O:O. Dup'aia incepem:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAA =))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala, saracu... cand ne vede, incepe si el ingrozit:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAA!!! si se invarte umpik pe acolo... FETEEEEE!!! si isi acopera si omu averea, da prea tarziu... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fraiere! L-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timpu sederii noastre...&lt;br /&gt;Am nimerit si noi intr-un loc cu atestare istorica, dupa spusele lu' Profu', fiind fascinate de cantitatea de 30 de porumbei /mp din locu' respectiv. Si curioasele de noi... hai la porumbei :-??  Hai! Si incep sa zboare pe langa noi (si pe deasupra, nici acum nu stiu cate proiectile ne-au nimerit) si fugim pe acolo si hai rpd sa facem poze pana nu pleaca si alte abureli. Da unu din porumbei s-a indragostit iremediabil de draga noastra Mice careia i s-a cam urcat la cap... pardon, pe cap! Andrule, da-l jos ca te papa :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drum spre casa...&lt;br /&gt;...ne-am ocupat mai mult de banana lu Simona. =)) Nu intelegeti gresit, da' dupa umpik de vin suna bine melodia aia cu... "Suzana, mi-ai furat banana, eu te spun lu' mama" :))) Si cand cd'playeru urla ... (hai sa nu dau citat)... Toata lumea pe jos (de ras bey!) :))&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, fetelor, sunteti... m...mii...minunateee!! #-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau, sau :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antrenoru de la Slanina: "Pruastî eşti fă, sî muarî mîă-ta"&lt;br /&gt;(Bey nenea, acuma, fie vorba intre noi, dupa ce-ai (hm, hm!) 'exploatat' fata, acuma nu'i frumos sa'i zici ca vrei sa moara maica-sa... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu, va iubesc! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2576235099382705388?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2576235099382705388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2576235099382705388' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2576235099382705388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2576235099382705388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/02/timisoara-orasu-cu-porumbei-iubitori-de.html' title='Timisoara, orasul cu porumbei iubitori de Mice'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3641838234611484100</id><published>2008-01-28T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:41:50.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>I'm not waiting for you to happen in a bad way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Time is eternal through infinity..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't really pass. It slips through your fingers, just like happiness does. Nobody ever hurts you, you are in fact hurting yourself. Blank dreams? No, not blank dreams, but unpleasant ones. They keep filling your nights so that you always are tired. Stress is another factor that keeps you weak. A kid shouldn't be like this. Being mature should be an advantage. However, understanding things that don't fit your age is often a bad aspect of any start in life. Losing confidence in yourself keeps you from relying on other people, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The world is black and hearts are cold..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep locking yourself in, only show up when you think you've got something going... Sometimes in despair, you would pray history doesn't repeat itself. It may be a challenge for some, but it's hard to swim against the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's as if I'm scared, it's as if I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's as if I'm scared, it's as if I'm playin' with fire. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just hope you won't get the "Go back three spaces" card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R53bSmRPJxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/irdwUfktk6E/s1600-h/How_to_write_a_lovesong_by_Wings_of_dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R53bSmRPJxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/irdwUfktk6E/s320/How_to_write_a_lovesong_by_Wings_of_dust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160521860593428242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3641838234611484100?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3641838234611484100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3641838234611484100' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3641838234611484100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3641838234611484100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-waiting-for-you-to-happen-in-bad.html' title='I&apos;m not waiting for you to happen in a bad way!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R53bSmRPJxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/irdwUfktk6E/s72-c/How_to_write_a_lovesong_by_Wings_of_dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8974051843990756973</id><published>2008-01-27T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:04:38.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Again, una din serile memorabile cu Danny...</title><content type='html'>Dupa 2 ani de casnicie, nebuna inca ma socheaza =)) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: miam scapat bilutza de la patron intre butoanele de la tastatura&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: parca merge mai bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am cuvinte! :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8974051843990756973?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8974051843990756973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8974051843990756973' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8974051843990756973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8974051843990756973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/again-una-din-serile-memorabile-cu.html' title='Again, una din serile memorabile cu Danny...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2850093068353762845</id><published>2008-01-18T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:00:59.615+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><title type='text'>Spre metafizica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S-a indreptat intr-acolo gandindu-se la sine ca la un suflet ce urma sa se intregeasca.&lt;br /&gt;N-a trecut mult si s-a trezit intr-o lume straina, nebuna, agitata pentru care timpul trecea prea repede. Pasii ei apasati aveau un ecou aproape ciudat pe asfaltul rece. Nu ii era frig, zambea. Urma sa afle ca "viata si moartea sunt in trupul..." ei. Zbura, zbura zambind. Toti din jurul ei ii raspundeau cu un suras si se opreau ca sa o vada mai bine. Unii treceau pe langa ea de doua ori. Stralucea. Impresia imaginii ei se pierdea in fire gri-deschis pentru care sfarsitul era intangibil.&lt;br /&gt;...zbura zambind. Isi pierduse interesul pentru materie; era doar ea, iar restul lumii se afla Dincolo. O inconjura o aura care oglindea sentimentul pur in care toate lucrurile imateriale se raporteaza la existenta fiintei. "As vrea sa-mi asemui cadavrul cadavrului lor."&lt;br /&gt;A inceput inainte sa termine. Viata fierbea in ea ca si in micuta pasare care i-a furat un zambet lui Stanescu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2850093068353762845?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2850093068353762845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2850093068353762845' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2850093068353762845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2850093068353762845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/spre-metafizica.html' title='Spre metafizica'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8448723500658064030</id><published>2008-01-13T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:31:45.642+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><title type='text'>Da sau nu? Evident... da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cateodata iti amintesti si nu iti place. Te gandesti, compari, uneori pierzi increderea. Traiesti in minciuna sau iti distrugi singur temelia? O sa stii… O sa stii, dar nu acum, pentru ca acum te gandesti. Ti-e frica. Poate o sa fie diferit, dar nu cu mult. Poate e doar imaginatia ta, asa cum speri. Nu stii de ce iti pui intrebari. Pana acum&lt;/span&gt; a fost logic, evident… Nu crezi ca ar trebui sa nu te mai gandesti? &lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Ba da, normal ca asta crezi, dar nu poti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;De fapt, &lt;i style=""&gt;tu poti! &lt;/i&gt;Si o sa fie totul exact asa cum trebuie. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8448723500658064030?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8448723500658064030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8448723500658064030' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8448723500658064030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8448723500658064030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-sau-nu-evident-da.html' title='Da sau nu? Evident... da!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2752915900253611620</id><published>2008-01-12T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:23:41.550+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wanna play tag ?  :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai vesela melodie: Voltaj - 20 (Cantonamente :)) )&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai trista melodie: Vama Veche - Epilog&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai senzuala melodie: ATB - Marrakech :x, Ciara - Oh&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai idioata melodie: Buttons - Ilarie&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai veche melodie: Boney M - Rivers of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai noua melodie: Christina Aguilera  - Oh Mother&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai dulce melodie: Colbie Caillat - Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai agresiva melodie: The Chemical Brothers - Galvanize&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai ascultata melodie: Nicole Scherzinger ft. Will I. Am - Baby Love&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai multe melodii ale formatiilor pe care le aveti in playlist:  Morandi, ATB, Mika, Akon, Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai multe melodii ale unei singure formatii pe care le aveti in playlist: Morandi&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai interesanta melodie dpdv al constructiei: ATB - Black Nights, Faithless - Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Melodia cu cel mai lung titlu:  Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off&lt;br /&gt;Melodia cu cel mai scurt titlu: Era - Ameno :-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasez mai departe spre: Danny :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-2752915900253611620?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2752915900253611620/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2752915900253611620' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2752915900253611620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2752915900253611620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanna-play-tag.html' title='Wanna play tag ?  :&gt;'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8526467613072315221</id><published>2008-01-02T21:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:36:56.227+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Joaca cineva X - O?</title><content type='html'>Cel mai genial status din 2008 de pana acuma :))&lt;br /&gt;(Pedeapsa la X - O)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3vnUvHebjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nQ-1hsCWxtQ/s1600-h/Status.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3vnUvHebjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nQ-1hsCWxtQ/s320/Status.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150964942259514930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeton ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8526467613072315221?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8526467613072315221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8526467613072315221' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8526467613072315221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8526467613072315221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2008/01/joaca-cineva-x-o.html' title='Joaca cineva X - O?'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3vnUvHebjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nQ-1hsCWxtQ/s72-c/Status.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4533330829440544269</id><published>2007-12-26T21:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:36:31.125+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Migrena?</title><content type='html'>Andie :: te lasa la mine pana pe la vrooo&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: nuj...8-9?&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: sper k nu dimineatza&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: BA DAAA&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: :)))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: glumesti nu?!&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: hai sa fie 10 dimineatza... si sa fie 1 ianuarie&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: =))))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: :)))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: 2708&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: creka sigur te lasa&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: nu m-ar lasa :(&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: atunci lasam pe 2709?  :-s&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: nu&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: pe 2708 da pe 2 ianuarie&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: cred k o sa am o migrena&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: prezici?&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: nu atunci tuh&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: acuma =))))))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: =))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4533330829440544269?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4533330829440544269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4533330829440544269' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4533330829440544269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4533330829440544269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/migrena.html' title='Migrena?'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-898945704788095749</id><published>2007-12-26T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:20:23.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Pe la 12 jumate...</title><content type='html'>Danny Cea Perloasa: Ş=&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: caracterele lui bunaŞÂ&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: X(&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: bunaŞÂ&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: andie&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: mio so pus caracterele rom&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: la mess&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: si nu le pot schimba&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: futemaş&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))))))))))))))))))):))))))))0&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: pot sa pun pe blog?&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: TE ROOOG&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))))))&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: da&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: linişstită&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: liniştită&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: totuşi&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: ca sa fiu şi mai convingătoare&lt;br /&gt;Danny Cea Perloasa: Fute-m-aş&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saracutza :))) :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-898945704788095749?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/898945704788095749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=898945704788095749' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/898945704788095749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/898945704788095749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_26.html' title='Pe la 12 jumate...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-7177872736885207097</id><published>2007-12-25T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:19:44.429+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><title type='text'>Happy Fericit! \:D/</title><content type='html'>...ce naiba? :-? Parca nu era Happy Fericit... Nu era ceva cu Craciunul?...&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa va impartasesc din experienta de aseara :)). La 6 am inceput sa ne miscam fundurie de colo-colo pe la colegi. Cica mergeam la colindat. Mi-o placut, ce pot sa zic? :)) Jumate erau manga, cealalta jumate dormea... eu nu mai stiu ce faceam... N-am facut nici o tampenie, totusi... O:-)&lt;br /&gt;Si, clar, eu eram aia cuminte care vroia sa doarma ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O serie de poze expresive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3Dt5ZiAfmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZycMWYZ14A/s1600-h/DSC02138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3Dt5ZiAfmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZycMWYZ14A/s320/DSC02138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147875944446328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe la 4 dimineatza cred k era... imi place k yoa o bagat un zambet dinala plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vice: erati pe sistem :))))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: nho bine nho :)))&lt;br /&gt;vice: pff da ce tare ii poza jur de dat la tv=))))))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;vice: cum io zis profa de rom la yoa erai pe ''subiect''=))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3Dum5iAfnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_De7b1fx758/s1600-h/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3Dum5iAfnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_De7b1fx758/s320/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147876726130376306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poza extraordinar de artistica facuta de bombo :))&lt;br /&gt;Aici era ceva mai rezonabil, era vro... 12 :-?? sau 11... :-j&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, Danny era inka treaza :-" &gt;:) (Glumesc ;;) :* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3DvB5iAfoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f3RJRSKpcWI/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 453px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3DvB5iAfoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f3RJRSKpcWI/s320/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147877189986844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poza foarte sugestiva... totusi, sticlele erau goale :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3DzjpiAfqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wpNdjtpGrh0/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3DzjpiAfqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wpNdjtpGrh0/s320/DSC02111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147882167853940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai stiu ce era cu asta :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3D1IpiAftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aDHnW-aZeUY/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3D1IpiAftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aDHnW-aZeUY/s320/DSC02117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147883903020728018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony, Caly, BLND si yoa... :)) Yo meditam pe atunci :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3D0p5iAfsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cdoku2Y4pjY/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3D0p5iAfsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cdoku2Y4pjY/s320/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147883374739750594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cea mai tare =))... A se observa JEGU' de pe sosete... zici k ati fost prin gradina :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun fericit!!! :*:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-7177872736885207097?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/7177872736885207097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=7177872736885207097' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7177872736885207097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/7177872736885207097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-fericit-d.html' title='Happy Fericit! \:D/'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R3Dt5ZiAfmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GZycMWYZ14A/s72-c/DSC02138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1510954798084951721</id><published>2007-12-20T16:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:00:49.420+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>:&gt; convingĂtor...</title><content type='html'>X: Y: Sania s-a rupt, renii au murit de frig si foame, Mos Craciun s-a intepenit in horn, spiridusii sunt la curve, deci anul asta pula cadouri! Sarbatori Fericite!&lt;br /&gt;X: statusu lui soramea&lt;br /&gt;X: si cik e valabil si pt mine&lt;br /&gt;X:&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: genial&lt;br /&gt;X: Y: îţi sună şi ţie&lt;br /&gt;X: :-L&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: de ce scrie cu diacritice?&lt;br /&gt;X: k sa fie convingatoare :)))&lt;br /&gt;X: numai asta o scriso asa&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: drăguţ&lt;br /&gt;X: esti f convingatoare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci: merci pentru idee, colega! :&gt;... Am un mesaj pentru cineva :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACI PARTE DINTR-O GENERAŢIE DE MĂGARI ŞI NU EŞTI PRINTRE EXCEPŢII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sper că te-am convins :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1510954798084951721?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1510954798084951721/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1510954798084951721' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1510954798084951721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1510954798084951721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/convingtor.html' title=':&gt; convingĂtor...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-5453592499950752271</id><published>2007-12-18T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:12:03.146+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cateodata e nevoie de seriozitate'/><title type='text'>Sentimente in timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alb.&lt;br /&gt;Prin fereastra mic&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;ă&lt;/span&gt; se vede albastrul intens al cerului. Razele de lumină se insinuează vag sub forma unui dreptunghi auriu, pe pereţii imaculaţi. Colţul dreptunghiului se suprapune cu rama tabloului. Aceasta, subţire şi de un negru aproape tăios iese în evidenţă: mată, simplă, rece... Sugerează continuitatea, timpul, spaţiul...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;În interiorul ramei ţi se infăţişează o imagine aparent accesibilă, uşor de înţeles. Este, însă, mai mult decât atât. Este o imagine specială... O imagine care iţi reflectă sinele.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tex&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;tura fină a materialului de culoare crem-portocaliu te mângâie. Te vezi atingând-o şi afundându-te în &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;del&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;icateţea ei. Îţi concentrezi atenţia pe acea parte a tabloului. Restul vezi doar în ceaţă, restul sunt amintirile tale. Conştientizezi că sunt acolo, dar nu le observi decat tema, esenţa... Cele mai îndepărtate îţi sunt neclare. Nu mai ştii decât dacă îţi &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;acă sentimente pozitive sau negative. O mare parte din ceea ce vezi se degajă din&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pânza crem-portocalie, ca o respiraţie proaspătă. Totuşi, pata de culoare roşu-vişiniu îţi aduce aminte... Vag, zilele de vară se derulează în mintea ta şi valurile de sentimente adânci, profunde, învaluie culoarea verde-pal a ochilor. Movul cald te îmbrăţişează la fel ca şi atunci. Tremurul sufletului tău se intensifică. Îţi regăseşti suflul şi te pierzi în picătura lucioasă care se zbate deasupra pânzei... Sentimentele tale se amestecă în puţina apă, la început limpede, care devine mai apoi plină de culoare. Pe măsură ce te apropii de prezent, imaginile se schimbă, se apropie de tine. Acum le vezi pe ele, pe ele şi pe tine, împreună, plimbându-vă. Sunteţi trei şi foarte diferite una de cealaltă. Sunteţi fericite şi triste în acelaşi timp. Sunteţi altfel şi totuşi vă inţelegeţi atât de bine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Păşeşti, timpul se opreşte. Vezi tot ce era în mintea ta înainte să pătrunzi în camera cu pereţi imaculaţi. Ideile işi găsesc expresivitatea în onduleurile materialului de culoarea portocalei abia trezite... Apogeul trăirilor se regăseşte în roşul intens, movul şi puţinul verde – dar care reprezintă mai mult decat puţin. Sentimentele eliberate în instabilitatea gândului se topesc în aceeaşi puţină apă care se prelinge din trecut. Ea înmoaie firele ţesăturii care rămân brăzdate de culoarea intensă a lichidului nu foarte dens. De aici izvorăşte, sub forma unei linii de culoare vişinie o idee care îşi va face loc şi în viitor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Păşeşti din nou. Te afli în vâltoarea unui râu violet. Te învăluie aceleaşi sentimente: roşul şi movul. Înaintezi... Înaintezi, dar lucrurile sunt din nou neclare. Te pierzi în luciul apei care îţi trezeşte la viaţă toate ideile. &lt;st1:place&gt;Vis&lt;/st1:place&gt;ezi... Culoare... Închizi ochii şi atingi cu degetele lungi suprafaţa apei. Zâmbeşti, te îndrepţi spre pata de culoare verde şi îţi scufunzi sufletul in ea. Pluteşti apoi prin roşul şi movul care te fac să te simţi atât de bine... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Din nou ajungi la gândul portocaliu care îţi mângâie simţirile. Iarăşi atingi cu privirea textura pufoasă... Oare ce există dincolo de acest punct?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2gI9JiAfjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WxMYDFXDNpA/s1600-h/Rainbow_abstract_I_by_Aimelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2gI9JiAfjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WxMYDFXDNpA/s320/Rainbow_abstract_I_by_Aimelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145372420894391858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-5453592499950752271?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/5453592499950752271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=5453592499950752271' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5453592499950752271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/5453592499950752271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentimente-in-timp.html' title='Sentimente in timp...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2gI9JiAfjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WxMYDFXDNpA/s72-c/Rainbow_abstract_I_by_Aimelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-1590692441753033608</id><published>2007-12-18T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:59:08.574+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socializare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Evrika! :))</title><content type='html'>Cuvântul ăsta e cunoscut de când tipul ăla... Arhimede... a iesit din baie dupa revelatia cu masa de lichid dezlocuit. Ultima oara cand am zis eu chestia asta nu ieşeam din baie, ieşeam din sala, după teza de la română (care a fost şi ultima din semestrul ăsta). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luni... adică in 16 au venit şi rezultatele. Când am aflat, am inceput să fugim ca apucaţii care-ncotro. Târziu ne-am dat seama că toţi ceilalţi fugeau, de fapt, în direcţia opusă, unde erau, de fapt, afişate notele. :P Toată lumea se îmbulzea acolo şi n-am apucat să-mi citesc decât numele. Am rămas tablou când m-am trezit cu Băjik în braţe, euforică. Abia am auzit-o când mi-a zis ce notă am luat. Mă aşteptam la punctaj mic, sincer... dar ceva sau cineva mi-a purtat noroc în ziua tezei. :&gt; În ciuda harababurii care era pe langă panoul ăla, am reuşit să vad şi eu că nu fusesem chiar în afara subiectului. În secunda următoare, cineva s-a impins cu putere în mine, a măturat pe toata lumea de acolo şi a luat foile. (Am uitat să menţionez că săracele fuseseră rupte cu brutalitate si lovite cu bulgări de zăpada :)) ) "Animalelor, brutelor! Sunteţi nişte sălbatici!" - ne-am auzit cuvintele de laudă de care ne-a cam durut în cot. Totuşi, am rămas fără rezultate. :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intru în clasă şi văd jumate de lume plângand si cealalta râzand. Stau şi ma uit bine la ei inainte să zic ceva. Mă duc direct la colega. Abia a reuşit să-mi zică nota ei. 10 minute mai târziu eram încă în stare de şoc. :| Era clar că era ceva greşit. Cum mama naibii sa ia 3? 3!! N-are cum. 2 ore a plâns într-una de se cutremura banka :))... :* Am reusit s-o fac să râdă... (bancu cu cafeaua :)) - colegii ştiu de ce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara primesc mesaj&lt;br /&gt;"Mai traiesc.i-am zis la tata. o ramas masca si e convins k atata am meritat. si k ajung la sincai..." :)) ţin să menţionez că e unul din cele mai seci mesaje pe care le-am primit de la danny... da nu poţi să zici k nu e tare :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum... azi am cam ieşit din funcţie... Suntem supra-răcite... amandouă. Danny, jur solemn că am să îţi restitui pachetu de şervetsele pe care ţi le-am consumat azi. :)) Pana atunci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2f8NJiAfiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rIFhQhNykv0/s1600-h/Coldrex-MaxGrip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2f8NJiAfiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rIFhQhNykv0/s320/Coldrex-MaxGrip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145358402121137698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-1590692441753033608?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/1590692441753033608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=1590692441753033608' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1590692441753033608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/1590692441753033608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/evrika.html' title='Evrika! :))'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2f8NJiAfiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rIFhQhNykv0/s72-c/Coldrex-MaxGrip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3803262121756457038</id><published>2007-12-17T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:05:30.307+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Subiect de dezbatere...</title><content type='html'>Ti-ai pus vreodata intrebarea... ce inseamna, de fapt, initialele WC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2bWXJiAfgI/AAAAAAAAADw/VgxULc0UaHU/s1600-h/wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2bWXJiAfgI/AAAAAAAAADw/VgxULc0UaHU/s320/wc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145035317501263362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici eu! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3803262121756457038?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3803262121756457038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3803262121756457038' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3803262121756457038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3803262121756457038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/subiect-de-dezbatere.html' title='Subiect de dezbatere...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2bWXJiAfgI/AAAAAAAAADw/VgxULc0UaHU/s72-c/wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8662766711206852629</id><published>2007-12-16T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:46:48.195+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Zapada...!</title><content type='html'>A nins asa frumos azi... de parca cineva chiar ar fi vrut sa ninga!&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/unpetru/9aabed0881fc7d"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_9aabed0881fc7d(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vita de Vie - Praf de stele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o chitara deschisa,&lt;br /&gt;O foaie nescrisa, si..&lt;br /&gt;Praf de stele...&lt;br /&gt;Pe... hainele mele&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa nu uit,&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu vad,&lt;br /&gt;Sa cobor dintre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o bodega in fata,&lt;br /&gt;Am un ghem de ata,si..&lt;br /&gt;Praf de stele pe...&lt;br /&gt;Urmele mele&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa ma urc,&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uit,&lt;br /&gt;Sa raman printre ele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Primul inceput,&lt;br /&gt;Primul vis pierdut,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi sti cate ne-au mai ramas...&lt;br /&gt;Pana azi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o vedere spre lume,&lt;br /&gt;Un vis fara nume&lt;br /&gt;Si... praf de stele..&lt;br /&gt;Pe.. urmele mele...&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa ma uit inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;Sa vad soare sau ploi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o povesteste citita,&lt;br /&gt;O soapta zidita,si..&lt;br /&gt;Praf de stele&lt;br /&gt;pe..hainele mele&lt;br /&gt;Si as vrea sa culeg...&lt;br /&gt;Stopi de vant,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i arunc pe pamant...&lt;br /&gt;Sa devina cuvant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Primul inceput&lt;br /&gt;primul vis pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi sti cate ne-au mai ramas...&lt;br /&gt;Pana azi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Primul pas gresit, primul reusit&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi, sti cate trepte-au ramas..&lt;br /&gt;De urcat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare mai sti cum a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Primul inceput&lt;br /&gt;Primul vis pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi, sti cate ne-au mai ramas..&lt;br /&gt;Pana azi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Primul pas gresit, primul reusit&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi, stï cate trepte-au ramas..&lt;br /&gt;De urcat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2WKv5iAffI/AAAAAAAAADo/64cnkPU1zHM/s1600-h/Winter_Smile_by_lingk99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2WKv5iAffI/AAAAAAAAADo/64cnkPU1zHM/s320/Winter_Smile_by_lingk99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144670704842604018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2WKYJiAfeI/AAAAAAAAADg/nbRL2Al6L2w/s1600-h/Untitled_Love_by_LJ_JUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8662766711206852629?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8662766711206852629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8662766711206852629' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8662766711206852629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8662766711206852629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/zapada.html' title='Zapada...!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2WKv5iAffI/AAAAAAAAADo/64cnkPU1zHM/s72-c/Winter_Smile_by_lingk99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6318851533898086231</id><published>2007-12-14T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:48:16.545+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Ultima teza :P</title><content type='html'>Dap... azi intram in sala 27, fericiti ca ne supravegheaza profa de bio si profa de sport :)... Eram 100% sigura ca ne da compunere libera. (Pentru ca asa vroiam eu! De fapt, am meditat ieri toata seara si chiar si in timp ce dormeam pe chestia asta.) Asa a si fost. Pacat totusi ca ne-o dat o poezie cam aiurea... Da' acuma ce mai conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, mah am stiut!&lt;br /&gt;Sa zicem :))&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesc! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6318851533898086231?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6318851533898086231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6318851533898086231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6318851533898086231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6318851533898086231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/ultima-teza-p.html' title='Ultima teza :P'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3898781735971262114</id><published>2007-12-13T22:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:20:42.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevoia de inteligenta artificiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><content type='html'>You think I don't know? I do! And you won't realize that this one's for you! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3898781735971262114?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3898781735971262114/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3898781735971262114' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3898781735971262114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3898781735971262114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' 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term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Da, mah, cei mai tari colegi! :))</title><content type='html'>...:::The Blade:::... :: noh hai k ies&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: aqma chiar&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: k din cauza ta nu inv&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: :|&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :))))&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: si dak iau nota mik la teza p u dau vina&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: ok&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: =))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: imi asum responsabilitatea :))&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: mai stai&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: :D&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: lol&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: :)))&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: da tuh d ex&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: c faci?&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: aqm&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: ?&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: sincer&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: da&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: rontzai fitzuica cu functiile trigonometrice de la mate&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: si vb cu un tine, cu danny si ink un baiat :D&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: miam dat o palma peste cap&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: :|&lt;br /&gt;Andie :: =))&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;...:::The Blade:::... :: da maine dam teza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii iubesk, ce pot sa zic? :))) :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8756908946620505737?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8756908946620505737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8756908946620505737' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8756908946620505737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8756908946620505737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/da-mah-cei-mai-tari-colegi.html' title='Da, mah, cei mai tari colegi! :))'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-4046512766250972323</id><published>2007-12-13T16:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:45:12.818+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Whisper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Ana4U/fe015f2e959647"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_fe015f2e959647(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kylie Minogue - Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile seems&lt;br /&gt;I opened up too quick and all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Were woken up&lt;br /&gt;I slowly lost my fire&lt;br /&gt;With every single man&lt;br /&gt;A river cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no sensation&lt;br /&gt;Completely numb, left with no satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;I thought no-one could ever get me high again&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I was not looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waited so long&lt;br /&gt;I thought the real thing was a fake&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a tool to break me down&lt;br /&gt;You proved me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me&lt;br /&gt;In a placeless place would find me&lt;br /&gt;In a heart shape come around me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;If love were human it would know me&lt;br /&gt;In a lost space come and show me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and control me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;Like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes so good&lt;br /&gt;My heart's been mended who'd have thought it would&lt;br /&gt;An empty bet and still I won the cash&lt;br /&gt;A man who I love and who&lt;br /&gt;Loves me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waited so long&lt;br /&gt;For love to heal me so I'd feel it&lt;br /&gt;Thought it wasn't breathing then you came&lt;br /&gt;You proved me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me&lt;br /&gt;In a placeless place would find me&lt;br /&gt;In a heart shape come around me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;If love were human it would know me&lt;br /&gt;In a lost space come and show me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and control me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like chocolate come here&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in, catch the smile&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt it's from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm addicted to it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look boy to melt me down&lt;br /&gt;Just one heart here to save me now&lt;br /&gt;Your candy kisses are sweet I know&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight baby don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look boy to melt me down&lt;br /&gt;Just one heart here to save me now&lt;br /&gt;Your candy kisses are sweet I know&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight baby don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me&lt;br /&gt;In a placeless place would find me&lt;br /&gt;In a heart shape come around me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;If love were human it would know me&lt;br /&gt;In a lost space come and show me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and control me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me&lt;br /&gt;In a placeless place would find me&lt;br /&gt;In a heart shape come around me and then&lt;br /&gt;Melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;Like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2FAukM7g8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/61VTiRlo8vY/s1600-h/chocolate_flower_by_coolthang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2FBDUM7g9I/AAAAAAAAADY/_UG07obd4eU/s1600-h/chocolate_flower_by_coolthang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2FBDUM7g9I/AAAAAAAAADY/_UG07obd4eU/s320/chocolate_flower_by_coolthang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143463774652171218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-4046512766250972323?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/4046512766250972323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=4046512766250972323' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4046512766250972323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/4046512766250972323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/whisper.html' title='Whisper...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R2FBDUM7g9I/AAAAAAAAADY/_UG07obd4eU/s72-c/chocolate_flower_by_coolthang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6288234095369906275</id><published>2007-12-13T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:37:56.931+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>Ştii sentimentul ăla...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ştii sentimentul ăla...? Când ai fluturi în stomac şi nu ştii ce să le faci? De obicei se întamplă când ai emoţii, când îţi aminteşti de ceva care te-a marcat.&lt;br /&gt;Totuşi, azi chiar nu ştiu ce am avut toată ziua cu fluturii ăia ameţiţi. Vreau sa zic... emoţii, iubire profundă şi alte prostii, inteleg, da' de unde fluturi frate când eu ma plictiseam? Unde să nu mai punem ca mai erau şi speriaţi săracii de ei! Mda... în fine... ideea e că îmi citeam şi reciteam compunerea facută ieri (pe care cu puţin noroc o să o vedeţi şi voi ceva mai încolo) şi încercam să mă conving pe mine însămi că o să îi placă profei. Încă şi acum încerc să mă conving. Deci sper că şi ea e mulţumită.&lt;br /&gt;Îmbinând compunerea mea extraordinară cu fluturii, a venit brusc ideea. Fluturi de ciocolată! De ce? Pentru că poate până la urmă nu conta dacă sunt plictisită sau nu ca să ma gândesc la tine. ...Pentru că ciocolata înseamna si ... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6288234095369906275?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6288234095369906275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6288234095369906275' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6288234095369906275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6288234095369906275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/tii-sentimentul-la.html' title='Ştii sentimentul ăla...?'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-3684920984169092750</id><published>2007-12-08T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:45:43.209+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Reflection....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...of today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Wanna0704/9ac8a34c908976"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_9ac8a34c908976(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No doubt - Don't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're real good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-3684920984169092750?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/3684920984169092750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=3684920984169092750' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3684920984169092750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/3684920984169092750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection....'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-6326454631050155312</id><published>2007-12-08T09:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:16:38.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciocolata</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu sincer cum am ajuns sa pun pana pe asa o ciocolata. E chiar dubioasa...&lt;br /&gt;Ciocolata ruseasca... Pe ambalaj scrie ceva ciudat, asemanator cu 'Baton'.. de fapt e 'Batoh', dar in fine :D...&lt;br /&gt;E impartita in cam... 14 patratele... E cioco dinaia... amaruie :X&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, imi place mah de rusii astia... Ciocolata e cu crema de tzuika =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-6326454631050155312?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/6326454631050155312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=6326454631050155312' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6326454631050155312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/6326454631050155312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/ciocolata.html' title='Ciocolata'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-8023464688166932710</id><published>2007-12-08T08:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:26:43.876+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total aiurea'/><title type='text'>CE?! :|</title><content type='html'>'La 3!! La 3!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'La 3 se afiseaza rezultatele!'&lt;br /&gt;'Unde?'&lt;br /&gt;'N-are cum mah...'&lt;br /&gt;'S-o dus dna director dupa ele!'&lt;br /&gt;'Si vine pana la 3?! Nu vine...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mai tarziu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Hai mah... deja ii 4 jumate si nu ii nici un rezultat...'&lt;br /&gt;'Da mah, hai naibii acasa ca stam degeaba'&lt;br /&gt;    'S-o afisat, s-o afisat?'&lt;br /&gt;    'Nu.'&lt;br /&gt;    'Nu s-o afisat?!'&lt;br /&gt;    'NU!'&lt;br /&gt;    'Of...:|'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pe la 6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Haidetzi mah repede! S-o afisat!'&lt;br /&gt;'Ce?! Cand? :O'&lt;br /&gt;'Taci mah naibii odata si hai sa vedem!'&lt;br /&gt;'Uite mah ce note :|...'&lt;br /&gt;'Pfaaaai... #-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pe mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Andie, ne vedem la jumate, yo ma duk sa ma uit la rezultate.'&lt;br /&gt;'Zi-mi si mieeee... te rooog :-ss'&lt;br /&gt;'Okok.. te sun... :-s Da' mie mi-i frika sa ma duk :(('&lt;br /&gt;'Taci thu k nu tsi-i frika :-L'&lt;br /&gt;':-ss'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzzzzzzzzrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Uly? Ce-i cu agitatia aia acol'? :-s&lt;br /&gt;'AI LUAT 9.55!!!!!!'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CE-AM FACUT?! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527944456237637494-8023464688166932710?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/8023464688166932710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=8023464688166932710' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8023464688166932710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/8023464688166932710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/ce.html' title='CE?! :|'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527944456237637494.post-2478545469845997843</id><published>2007-12-05T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:08:19.275+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se zice ca toti avem probleme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cea de toate zilele'/><title type='text'>Pentru tine &gt;:D&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cateodata nu intelegi de ce...&lt;br /&gt;Esti o persoana care pentru mine inseamna foarte mult. Uneori pur si simplu imi doresc sa fii langa mine. In prezenta ta sunt ca o urma lasata de cel mai placut sentiment dintotdeauna! Nu credeam ca o sa fie asa cum e... Dar uite ca uneori ajungi la anumite sentimente fara sa iti dai seama. Atunci poti sa fii cu adevarat fericit, cand stii ca iti pasa de altcineva mai mult decat de tine insuti, cand poti sa traiesti prin acel cineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin minte ziua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aceea &lt;/span&gt;cand zilele de vara inca se inlantuiau, conturand o atmosfera care nu iti lasa multe alternative in afara de bucurie. Totusi, eram trista. Sincer, nu mai tin minte de ce, dar cred ca si tu ai observat. Am vorbit mult, si sunt sigura ca ai inteles tot ce ti-am spus - direct sau indirect.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa pleci. Imi parea rau pentru asta, dar in acelasi timp simteam ca nu o sa uit sentimentul pe care il traiam. Asa a si fost. Am tinut minte absolut tot, dar unele lucruri e mai bine sa le tin pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am repetat de multe ori acest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pentru mine. &lt;/span&gt;Totusi, articolul e pentru tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R1cYAQ3w1DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cu8zfy57KI0/s1600-h/Friendly_Hug_by_SALangley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 581px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R1cYAQ3w1DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cu8zfy57KI0/s320/Friendly_Hug_by_SALangley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140603892474631218" border="0" /&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/3527944456237637494-2478545469845997843?l=slightlyflammable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/feeds/2478545469845997843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527944456237637494&amp;postID=2478545469845997843' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2478545469845997843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527944456237637494/posts/default/2478545469845997843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slightlyflammable.blogspot.com/2007/12/pentru-tine-d.html' title='Pentru tine &gt;:D&lt;'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01903336906752237655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R_t4ugbaucI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nkZUvB-zKNc/S220/Shade+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GR57lSDEvdA/R1cYAQ3w1DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cu8zfy57KI0/s72-c/Friendly_Hug_by_SALangley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
