<?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-8006442984268879849</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:45:03.082+03:00</updated><title type='text'>point of view</title><subtitle type='html'>i am no angel, and you will soon find this out on your own poor bones.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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oglinda urâtă; ei îi place asta, deoarece ce poţi spune despre subiectul dintre rame dacă oglinda în sine este urâtă?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea s-a născut în austria şi încă are accentul, pentru a putea dovedi asta, dar nu mai are soţul. ea scrie noaptea la o maşină de scris, pentru că asta îi plăcea lui. ea i-a scris scrisori, a scris poveşti de viaţă. dar, în cea mai mare parte, ea s-a concentrat asupra inabilităţii lui de a diferenţia ‘niciodată’ de ‘mereu’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;care e diferenţa&lt;/span&gt;?” întreba el mereu, iar ea îi răspundea “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;totul&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea poartă potcoave în jurul şoldurilor, deoarece sună poetic pentru urechile sale singuratice. o vedeam de paşti şi de crăciun şi mereu mi se părea mai tânără în aprilie decât în decembrie, indiferent cât de mulţi ani treceau. ea era atemporală, dar presupun că toate tristeţile sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea stă în faţa maşinii de scris la nesfârşit, scriind tot ce nu ar trebui să îşi amintească: cum, atunci când el s-a îndrăgostit de ea, cuvintele lui erau confuze. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă,&lt;/span&gt;” spunea el, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu te voi iubi niciodată&lt;/span&gt;”. ea îl corecta zâmbind, fără să ştie că el putea prezice viitorul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;această femeie poartă blană de iepure joi seara, perle strânse în jurul gâtului şi inelul de logodnă, în timp ce stă pe canapea şi urmăreşte documentare medicale. ea îşi găseşte liniştea în necazurile altora; asta i se pare ei frumos, pentru că e ceva real şi simpatia celorlalţi este la fel de reală.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea scrie din nou, povestind aceeaşi întâmplare pentru a treia oară în acea zi. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mi-e teamă că te voi iubi mereu’, a spus el, iar eu am ştiut că dorea să spună opusul. ‘ai dreptul de a-ţi fi teamă’. atunci şi-a întors capul şi a spus că îi pare rău. asta am ştiut că e sincer&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea nu are nume, doar uşa albastră şi nici un soţ, doar diploma lui de medic, înrămată deasupra televizorului. ea şi-ar dori să fie acasă, în viena, ascunsă sub aşternuturile sale şi în îmbrăţişarea soţului ei. şi-ar dori să fie însărcinată şi să umble cu o burtă pe care magellan ar putea să nu fie capabil să o înconjoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragostea trebuie mereu să doară? inspiră. da, trebuie. înseamnă că îţi pasă. iubire, vorbeai serios când ai spus ‘&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mereu&lt;/span&gt;’? iar el răspunde ‘&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;niciodată&lt;/span&gt;’.  ah, care e diferenţa? cred ca ea uită să respire, până ce uşa cu oglinda ei urâtă o anunţă că se sufocă. expiră.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soţul ei, el e încă în austria. femeia e în faţa maşinii sale de scris, imaginându-şi-l din nou. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;el se îneacă&lt;/span&gt;”, scrie ea. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;el e în america şi noroiul californian îi acoperă pantofii. el mă iubeşte&lt;/span&gt;”. ea face o pauză. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iar eu îl privesc în ochi şi îi spun că îmi pare rău. parcurg lungimea sufrageriei, iar el e aşezat pe canapea, cu documentarul medical încă rulând. privesc înspre uşa albastră şi realizez că este a mea. văd oglinda şi realizez că este frumoasă. o văd acum, însă nu o voi mai privi niciodată aşa. mă întorc şi îl privesc pe el, cum stă cu braţele încrucişate, acoperite complet de mânecile groase ale bluzei. ‘nu te voi iubi niciodată’, îi spun eu. şi vorbesc serios.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-1349103879125840348?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-7539645592316672973</id><published>2010-10-11T21:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:26:28.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody taught me to quit</title><content type='html'>soooo... i love college!&lt;br /&gt;cam ăsta ar fi tag line-ul în jurul căruia mă voi învârti acum. japoneza e (nu foarte uşoară, dar) frumoasă, clujul mă face să mă simt &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;acasă&lt;/span&gt;, iar pe oamenii pe care i-am întâlnit de când sunt aici nu i-aş înlocui cu nimeni. pot spune, sincer, că sunt fericită şi extrem de norocoasă.&lt;br /&gt;da, aşa e, am fost nevoită să părăsesc oraşul în care îmi sunt cei mai buni prieteni, oraşul în care îmi este familia şi, nu în ultimul rând, oraşul în care este yellow submarine. :)) nu a fost uşor. şi nici nu vreau să fiu ipocrită şi să spun că a meritat, deoarece distanţa dintre mine şi răzvi nu mă lasă să fac asta. da, normal, aş vrea ca el să fie aici; să fie aproape de mine, aşa cum a fost în ultimii 5 ani. dar trebuie să mă obişnuiesc cu ideea că lucrurile s-au schimbat, dar că noi tot rămânem cei mai buni prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dar nu îmi pare rău.&lt;/span&gt; şi cred că, la sfârşitul zilei, asta e cel mai important. să nu am regrete. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;şi nu am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am aici irish &amp; music pub, covrigăria lui petru, cetăţuia... dar, cel mai important, am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prieteni&lt;/span&gt; fără de care nu cred că aş putea numi clujul &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;acasă&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alina, mă bucur că eşti aici cu mine şi că am cu cine să vorbesc la orice oră. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabi, îţi mulţumesc că mă accepţi aşa ruptă în bucăţi cum sunt şi că mă faci să mă simt bine în pielea mea.&lt;br /&gt;robi, aveam nevoie de un prieten de sex masculin cu care să pot vorbi despre orice lucru, esenţial sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;...alina, gabi, robi, gery, olivia, alecs, claudia, dragoş, ionuţ, raul, laur, precup, vlad - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you for making me feel like i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-7539645592316672973?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7539645592316672973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/10/nobody-taught-me-to-quit.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>opreşte-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau să pui creionul jos şi să mă asculţi pentru o secundă. vreau să respiri mai încet şi să te apropii de mine. pentru că îmi arunc inima în vânt şi vreau ca tu să fii capabil să o prinzi. vreau ca tu sa îmi urmăreşti cuvintele chiar şi atunci când se împiedică şi cad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta va dura doar o secundă, îţi promit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred că ar trebui să ştii că atunci când m-am trezit astăzi, am fost cuprinsă în aşternuturi şi în cuvintele tale. cred că ar trebui să ştii că visez cu buze muşcate si obraji sângerii, deoarece continui să mă muşc pentru a nu spune ceea ce gândesc. cred că ar trebui să ştii că gura mea mă trădează şi că, atunci când vorbesc, ceea ce aş vrea să te rog de fapt e să ştii că sunt terifiată. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi cred că ar trebui să ştii că, în ciuda faptului că am multe nevoi, nu vreau asta. nu vreau să număr secundele care au mai rămas până la finalul zilei. nu vreau să fiu nevoită să îmi controlez inima constant, când tu nici măcar nu ştii că bate pentru tine. nu vreau să îmi scriu instrucţiuni despre cum să respir pe pereţi, pentru că în ultima vreme, se pare că am nevoie de ceva care să îmi amintească asta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru că m-a orbit, m-a înlăturat de pe drumul meu sigur şi m-a aruncat într-un alt univers. îmi plăcea locul în care eram, dar acum îmi ţin capul între palme, iar limba mi se blochează în de ce-uri. sunt incoerentă şi confuză şi legată la ochi şi pierdută in mijlocul oraşului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar trebui să ştii că mă pot descurca mai bine decât atât. dacă aş fi vrut să mă pierd aşa, aş fi încercat să găsesc siguranţă undeva. aş fi găsit pe cineva care să îşi ţină braţele în jurul taliei mele, astfel încât să nu mă rănesc cumva. nu asta. nu aş alege să cad fără o plasă de salvare. nu aş alege să mă înec cu inima mea şi să o scuip la picioarele tale. dar nu am ales; cauciucurile mi-au alunecat pe gheaţă, iar acum mă lupt să recâştig controlul. nu am de ales; mă prefac că întorc volanul pentru a o lua într-o altă direcţie, dar nimeni nu ştie mai bine decât mine că nu voi reuşi şi mă voi lovi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred că ceea ce vreau să spun e că &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am nevoie de tine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cred că ceea ce ar trebui să ştii e că &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;asta îmi dă fiori&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2884158360397735642?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2884158360397735642/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/10/cred-ca-am-nevoie-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2884158360397735642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2884158360397735642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/10/cred-ca-am-nevoie-de-tine.html' title='cred că am nevoie de tine'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8610296077426660401</id><published>2010-09-18T23:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:34:49.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>jumătatea mea</title><content type='html'>ştii că te caut, dar nici măcar eu nu sunt sigură daca te voi găsi vreodată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;îmi petrec zilele privind diferiţii ochi care trec pe langă mine, dar toţi au forma nepotrivită, sau sunt puţin prea gri, în comparaţie cu verdele pe care ştiu ca îl vei avea tu. toţi au prea multe riduri, deoarece s-au încruntat prea mult şi sunt puţin prea roşii de la prea mult alcool, când ştiu că tu vei avea măcar o idee de moderaţie. toţi sunt nepotriviţi, pentru că nu sunt ai tăi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi îmi petrec nopţile ascultând diferitele râsete, dar toate sunt prea groase, sau prea subţiri, în comparaţie cu râsul tău melodios. toate sunt puţin false, deoarece nu consideră viaţa ca fiind amuzantă şi sunt puţin prea gălăgioase, când ştiu că tu vei râde sincer. urechile îmi vor sângera pâna în clipa în care voi auzi râsul tau perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vezi că m-am plictisit deja de toate copiile tale nedrepte? aştept să te găsesc cântând la chitară într-un parc, sau bând whisky cu cola pe o terasă sau cumpărând un ziar pe care apoi să îl pui în buzunarul din spate al blugilor. încerc să adulmec, să te vânez, să am răbdare şi să aştept ca tu să prinzi momeala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu vezi? sunt orice altceva, dar nu răbdătoare.&lt;br /&gt;ma plictisesc aşteptându-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8610296077426660401?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8610296077426660401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/09/jumatatea-mea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8610296077426660401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8610296077426660401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/09/jumatatea-mea.html' title='jumătatea mea'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5834515232520515099</id><published>2010-09-16T22:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:06:51.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>watch the stars and think of me</title><content type='html'>i wish i could smell&lt;br /&gt;your perfume&lt;br /&gt;and think of home,&lt;br /&gt;because that’s what&lt;br /&gt;you remind me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could look&lt;br /&gt;into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and get lost in them,&lt;br /&gt;like i did&lt;br /&gt;the first time we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see&lt;br /&gt;your smile&lt;br /&gt;and hear your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;or just see your face&lt;br /&gt;and caress it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could hug&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;because there’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;i’d spend my days&lt;br /&gt;than lost in your arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could kiss&lt;br /&gt;your lips&lt;br /&gt;and forget how to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;like it happened every time&lt;br /&gt;you leaned over and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you’re not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can’t smell your perfume,&lt;br /&gt;or get lost into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;or see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;or be hugged by you,&lt;br /&gt;or taste your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re far and i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and i just wish you were here for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;you’re gone and i haven’t even got the chance&lt;br /&gt;to say goodbye and i just hope&lt;br /&gt;i’ll see you again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, for now, please&lt;br /&gt;go look out your window&lt;br /&gt;and know that&lt;br /&gt;we’re watching the exact same stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-5834515232520515099?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5834515232520515099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-stars-and-think-of-me.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/TIvoYJfQGyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DNScVtUBhL0/s1600/31.07.2010+-+maro+jokovic+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/TIvoYJfQGyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DNScVtUBhL0/s320/31.07.2010+-+maro+jokovic+-+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515757670206806818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUNOSC UN CAMPION EUROPEAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci da... echipa nationala a croatiei tocmai a invins nationala italiei in finala campionatului european de polo de la zagreb, 2010. iar eu sunt extrem de fericita, (de aeriana) si de mandra ca il cunosc pe maro jokovic, marcatorul unuia dintre cele mai frumoase goluri ale turneului.&lt;br /&gt;si nu, nu mi-am schimbat nationalitatea, sunt tot romanca; dar nationala croatiei face intradevar suporterii acestei echipe mandri. fericiti. (nu si aerieni, that's just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... bravo maro jokovic, bravo josip pavic, bravo hrvatska !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-4657587738965601526?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4657587738965601526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/09/bravo-hrvatska.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/4657587738965601526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/4657587738965601526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;- this. another person to make me whole. i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; whole.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;you mean you don't need love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- exactly. i don't need that kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;are you ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes. that's what i'm trying to say. that i'm ok. that i'm ok like this.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no. don't say that word, it gives me chills. i'm not alone. i have you. and all the others.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- well, you know... friends.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;yeah, but they all have someone. they have love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and i have them.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;are you sure you're ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know. i guess i could use some love, too.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;are you saying you need someone to make you whole?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think so, but this scares me. i want my friends and my music and writing to be enough. i don't want to wish for someone else, you know...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;that's never enough. you'll always wish for something more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't want this. i want to be my own soulmate. everything would be much easier this way.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;what would be easier?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this. life. i would spend it pleasing myself, instead of pleasing someone else. doing what i love, instead of wasting it, searching for that one of a kind puzzle piece that fits perfectly next to my heart. something i may never even find...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;but that's what us, humans, were cursed to do. to desire. not to be able to live without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wish that puzzle piece was already inside of me, was something i already have. i wish it was myself, because i'm the only person who will always be with me. and that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;you're not ok, are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's already morning, again, and i don't want to keep waking up with a cold body, in an empty bed. but admiting i need someone else freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta nu e nimic mai mult decat constiinta mea, incercand sa ma convinga ca am nevoie de ceva mai mult. de &lt;em&gt;cineva&lt;/em&gt;. dar sunt bine, mi-e bine asa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6196649615064083585?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6196649615064083585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-wide-awake-its-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6196649615064083585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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aerul cald de vară,&lt;br /&gt;zâmbetul meu vesel în mintea ta,&lt;br /&gt;sărutul meu încrustat pe buzele tale,&lt;br /&gt;atingerea mea uşoară pe braţul tău&lt;br /&gt;şi un gol în inima ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iar când steaua aceea strălucitoare&lt;br /&gt;pe care o priveşti în fiecare noapte&lt;br /&gt;va cădea,&lt;br /&gt;tu iţi vei dori ca eu să fiu&lt;br /&gt;lângă tine.&lt;br /&gt;şi tot ce vei putea avea va fi&lt;br /&gt;o amintire uitată într-o ramă,&lt;br /&gt;pe un colţ de etajeră.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-3611699319506998446?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3611699319506998446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scris "fragil",&lt;br /&gt;astfel încât nici unul să nu fie spulberat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gata, am terminat.&lt;br /&gt;acum sunt pregătită să plec.&lt;br /&gt;dar nu voi fi niciodată pregătită&lt;br /&gt;să las totul în urmă...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-1088415316650092228?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1088415316650092228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/08/le-voi-pastra-cu-mine.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/1088415316650092228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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1991.&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: oradea.&lt;br /&gt;Current location: oradea (soon, cluj).&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: hazel.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: red (natural color: black).&lt;br /&gt;Are you right or left handed?: right.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings?: one step sister.&lt;br /&gt;Do you live with your parents?: only my mom, for another 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie?: fight club.&lt;br /&gt;TV show?: one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;Singer/Band?: mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;Song?: mcfly - smile.&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress?: chad michael murray / sophia bush.&lt;br /&gt;Food?: lasagna, pizza, french fries.&lt;br /&gt;Number?: 26, 21, 4, 5.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character?: dale (chip &amp; dale).&lt;br /&gt;Color?: blue.&lt;br /&gt;Sport?: soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Quote?: every song has an end, but that's no reason not to enjoy the music.&lt;br /&gt;Memory?: b'estfest 2010, primul meci pe ghencea.&lt;br /&gt;Dream?: to become a writer, to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;Place to relax?: my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hero?: my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Book?: the millenium trilogy, the twilight saga.&lt;br /&gt;Drink?: nestea, cuba libre, vodka apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU PREFER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music or TV?: music.&lt;br /&gt;Guys or girls?: guys.&lt;br /&gt;Green or blue?: blue.&lt;br /&gt;Pink or purple?: purple.&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?: summer.&lt;br /&gt;Night or day?: night.&lt;br /&gt;Dopey or funny?: funny.&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl?: diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or sunrise?: sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Funny or scary movies?: funny movies.&lt;br /&gt;On the phone or in person?: in person.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?: hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Rich or famous?: famous.&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or KFC?: kfc.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates?: single dates.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla?: vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee?: cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the nicest person you know?: bia.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the funniest person you know?: pantis.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest person you know?: ralu.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the weirdest person you know?: zambi.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the hottest person you know?: maro.&lt;br /&gt;Who are the four people you are most open with?: razvi, ali, darius, ralu.&lt;br /&gt;Are you/have you ever been in love?: have been.&lt;br /&gt;If so, what was/is so special about them?: the way they treated me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it is right to flirt if you have a bf/gf?: no.&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go on a first date?: not too far.&lt;br /&gt;Where would you want to go on your honeymoon?: on a remote island.&lt;br /&gt;Describe the type of person you would want to spend the rest of your life with: compassionate, funny, cute, tall, smart, loving, caring, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to the person you like?: this morning.&lt;br /&gt;What are the qualities you find most attractive in the opposite sex?: cuteness, green eyes, messy hair, nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the song you are listening to right now?: melanie fiona - monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;What is the next CD you are going to get?: the new album from mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;Which song reflects you the most?: gavin degraw - i don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;If you were on Australian Idol, which song would you pick to sing and why?: everly - flying machine; just because i like singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny?: no.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: no.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in a public place?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Smiled for no reason?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried and/or peed your pants?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Written a song?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Made out in a movie theatre?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lied when someone asked you "Do I look ok in this?": yes.&lt;br /&gt;Lied to make someone happy?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Threatened someone?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been threatened by someone?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH THE LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...: sociable.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is...: in a lot of different places.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a...: bird, i'd be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish...: i was in dubrovnik right now.&lt;br /&gt;So many people don't know that...: i smile, but that doesn't mean everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;If I could be anyone I would be...: sophia bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAD SUPERPOWERS WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control weather or read minds?: read minds.&lt;br /&gt;Be good or evil?: evil.&lt;br /&gt;Be invisible or have super speed?: be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Have super strength or flight?: flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-3024971973046725687?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3024971973046725687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/08/yeah-survey-again.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/3024971973046725687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/3024971973046725687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/08/yeah-survey-again.html' title='yeah, survey again.'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-6534906745461408980</id><published>2010-07-22T14:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:30:26.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lucruri nespuse - citate preferate</title><content type='html'>soooo, m-am gândit să aleg câteva dintre citatele mele preferate, scrise de... mine. :"&gt; şi să le postez aici. here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nu mă poţi minţi, ţi-am citit povestea de un milion de ori; un sfârşit fericit, pierdut într-un ocean de tristeţe amară." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;întoarce pagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cred în inspirat, nu în expirat. în vise, nu în somn. în trăit, nu în existat. cred în oase rupte de efort, amintiri, inimi şi orgoliu, până în clipa în care pleoapele mi se vor uni definitiv." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ia toate lucrurile bune din viaţă şi împleteşte-le cu fericirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"înec fricile în tăcere şi împing inhibiţiile în lumina reflectoarelor." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ia toate lucrurile bune din viaţă şi împleteşte-le cu fericirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"zilele ca acelea sunt cele care mă fac să îmi doresc să fi fost fumătoare. pentru că să îmi afum nervii ar fi mai bine decât să trăiesc cu ei." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;îmi pui întrebări ca şi cum aş şti răspunsurile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sunt atât de întreagă, încât mă rup în bucăţi." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la naiba, e ziua morţilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"îţi iau ligamentele şi tendoanele, le leg în funde şi noduri, lăsându-le să îţi înconjoare umerii şi să îţi coboare pe braţe, ca şi cum moartea ta este cadoul pe care toată lumea l-a aşteptat." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;scuze reînnoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tu eşti toate stelele de pe cer, şi nu te voi găsi niciodată." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;confuzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dragostea e frumoasă - e ceea ce face ca lumea asta mizerabilă să merite să trăieşti în ea." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;confuzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ştii că te caut, dar nici măcar eu nu sunt sigură dacă te voi găsi vreodată." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jumătatea mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dar nu vezi? sunt orice altceva, dar nu răbdătoare. mă plictisesc aşteptându-te." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jumătatea mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm hoping that my heart won't need another open surgery, because it's already had so many doctors who left their signature encrusted on my arteries." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i will never regret you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dragostea e ca şi cum ai zbura şi ai şti că aripile tale sunt prea slabe pentru a rezista." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragostea e aşa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"şi copila mea, draga mea, va trebui să te salvezi singură." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;e scris în venele tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cred că ceea ce vreau să spun e că &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am nevoie de tine.&lt;/span&gt; cred că ceea ce ar trebui să ştii e că &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;asta îmi dă fiori.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cred că am nevoie de tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dacă aş avea banii necesari, aş cumpăra a doua şansă pentru a-ţi putea câştiga inima." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dacă aş fi bogată&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mi-am petrecut viaţa cioplind şi amestecând cuvintele, tăindu-le colţurile, astfel încât să însemne ceea ce vroiam eu să însemne." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dacă mi-aş găsi cuvintele, ţi-aş spune cât de mult însemni pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sunt sălbatică şi de nestăpânit, mestec lesa în care sunt ţinută şi încerc mereu să evadez." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prinde-mă, dacă poţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"începând de mâine, în loc să mă întâlnesc cu tine, îmi voi coafa părul în valuri perfecte, astfel încât să port oceanul şi să mă înec înainte să te întâlnesc." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;promite-mi în tăcere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"urăsc cuvântul &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;singur&lt;/span&gt;. îmi usucă gura ca şi cum aş fi încercat să înghit buruieni, îmi zgârie gâtul ca şi cum aş încerca să înviu amintiri pe stomacul gol. mă lasă stând în mijlocul unei camere goale şi dorindu-mi ca tavanul să se fi surpat; aşa măcar aş fi putut să văd stelele." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu pot vedea cerul, dar mă bucur ştiind că el mă vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"continui să te pictez cu adjective măgulitoare, dar tu eşti doar un vis desenat pe carton care păleşte şi mă lasă fără aer." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu pot vedea cerul, dar mă bucur ştiind că el mă vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am băut trei ceşti de cafea pentru a înlătura gustul tău, care mi-a rămas sub limbă, şi am dat muzica îndeajuns de tare încât să pun pe fugă această nostalgie dulce-amăruie." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu pot vedea cerul, dar mă bucur ştiind că el mă vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am nevoie de timp să îmi peticesc inima, înainte de a o trimite pe aripile vântului." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu pot vedea cerul, dar mă bucur ştiind că el mă vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mi-am stropit pereţii cu cerneală până când au sângerat curcubeul şi eu am fost capabilă să plonjez în nuanţele lor. am scris poezii în colţuri, precum secretele, şi mi-am pus o pană sub pernă, pentru a-mi aminti să plutesc în vise." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu pot vedea cerul, dar mă bucur ştiind că el mă vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"îmi doresc să fi fost peşti şi să nu avem nevoie de bărci; să lăsăm valurile să ne poarte la inima celuilalt şi curenţii să nu ne tragă înapoi." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu spune nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cine poate spune ce e dragostea de fapt, indiferent dacă înseamnă stelele pe cerul nopţii, sau să îţi rişti viaţa pentru celălalt?" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu spune nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"noi nu suntem mai mult decât o altă pată pe străzile oraşului." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu spune nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"m-am plictisit să urmăresc cum toamna pictează lumea în culori mai frumoase decât ar merita de fapt, în timp ce eu rămân aceeaşi culoare căreia îi păleşte bronzul." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dezastru frumos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"şi, în timp ce mă îndrăgostesc de tine, trebuie să îmi amintesc că eu nu sunt ca frunzele de stejar - eu nu sunt atât de frumoasă. şi tu nu eşti ca vântul - tu nu mă poţi prinde." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dezastru frumos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eşti un dezastru natural ce mă lasă distrusă şi fără respiraţie. eşti total neaşteptat şi eu vreau să fiu ruptă în bucăţi, să îmi lipsească o parte din mine, pentru a-ţi face loc ţie." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am putea prinde stele căzătoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm no angel and you will soon find this out on your own poor bones." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;save yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she used to listen to loud music, just because she didn't want to have time to think about all the misery in the world." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she used to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"missing you is like sleeping on shards and dreaming that my back is resting on feathers." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;missing you it's like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"voi fi mereu cu zece minute în urmă, cu două octave mai jos decât satisfăcător, incoerentă, irecuperabilă, nerealistă şi nesăbuită. îţi voi irosi mereu timpul, îmi voi irosi mereu respiraţia, voi irosi mereu totul." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;îmi pare rău&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nu pot fi nimic altceva, decât ceea ce sunt." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;îmi pare rău&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want you to know that i am waiting for you to rescue me and that i will never tell you this." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's not me, it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doar ţine-mă de mâini, priveşte-mă în ochi şi şopteşte: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mi-a păsat.&lt;/span&gt; şi, îţi promit, voi fi plecată înainte să auzi ecoul." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ultima mea cerere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"când cometele vor arde în galaxie, ţie îţi va fi dor de mine. dar eu voi fi deja plecată." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;te vei gândi la mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"trăiesc din amintiri ce încep să pălească, iar tu mă pictezi într-un colţ, cu o pensulă ruptă, lipindu-mă în spaţiul dintre &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ieri&lt;/span&gt; şi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;azi&lt;/span&gt;, astfel încât să-ţi poţi aminti de mine, fără să trebuiască să mă retrăieşti." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;când nimic altceva nu funcţionează, dă foc amintirilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"miroşi a praf de puşcă atunci când dormi, ca şi cum frumuseţea ta aparent inocentă mi-ar umple inima de gloanţe. am încercat mereu să mă feresc, dar corpul meu refuză să înţeleagă noţiunea de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anti-glonţ&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;când nimic altceva nu funcţionează, dă foc amintirilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pentru totdeauna&lt;/span&gt; a expirat înaintea laptelui." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cutia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it. vreau să ştiţi că nu mă deranjează să le folosiţi, atâta timp cât folosiţi acea micuţă chestie numită copyright, aka drepturi de autor. :) status, hi5, facebook, whatever, aş prefera să precizaţi autorul - adică mădii, mădă, mădălina coadă, star girl, EU B-) - şi ar fi indicat să mă şi anunţaţi când îmi postaţi cuvintele undeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kthxbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6534906745461408980?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6534906745461408980/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucruri-nespuse-citate-preferate.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6534906745461408980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6534906745461408980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucruri-nespuse-citate-preferate.html' title='lucruri nespuse - citate preferate'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-6779780651313434480</id><published>2010-07-07T18:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:50:26.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>tras de mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tras de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;una guitarra y mi niñez&lt;br /&gt;la escuela y mi primera vez&lt;br /&gt;amigos q no he vuelto a ver&lt;br /&gt;se van quedando tras de mi&lt;br /&gt;un cigarrillo, una cancion&lt;br /&gt;las fotos de un primer amor&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos en mi habitacion&lt;br /&gt;se van quedando tras de mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau, pentru cei care nu se descurca cu limba spaniola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;în urma mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;o chitară şi copilăria mea,&lt;br /&gt;şcoala şi prima oară,&lt;br /&gt;prieteni pe care nu îi voi mai vedea&lt;br /&gt;vor rămâne în urma mea.&lt;br /&gt;o ţigară, un cântec,&lt;br /&gt;fotografiile primei iubiri,&lt;br /&gt;amintirile din camera mea&lt;br /&gt;vor rămâne în urma mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(şi da, chiar sunt versuri din rbd.) dar e trist... îmi era player-ul pe shuffle şi, când a ajuns piesa la refren, m-a apucat melancolia. asta s-a întâmplat cam mult în ultima vreme, dar niciodată ca şi acum...&lt;br /&gt;câţi dintre noi nu plecăm la facultăţi în alte oraşe şi lăsăm în urmă prieteni, amintiri, vise... adolescenţa?&lt;br /&gt;nu cred că trebuie să vă descriu sentimentul pustiitor ce mă încearcă atunci când realizez că, dacă intru la facultate în cluj, voi lăsa în urmă cel mai bun prieten, gaşca de prieteni, persoane pe care abia le-am cunoscut - dar care deja îmi sunt dragi, locul în care am fost sărutată pentru prima oară, strada pe care mi s-a spus primul "te iubesc", malul pe care mă plimbam ascultând muzică, lords-ul, pizzeria don giovanni, fotografii, o mulţime de amintiri, şi... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;parcă nu mai vreau să plec&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dar voi cunoaşte acolo alte persoane care îmi vor deveni dragi, mă voi plimba pe alt mal - ascultând aceeaşi muzică la aceleaşi căşti, voi găsi un alt pub pe care să il îndrăgesc, şi mi se va spune "te iubesc" pe altă stradă. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;voi fi bine&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6779780651313434480?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6779780651313434480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;banchet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/?action=view&amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-3836391233442713364?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3836391233442713364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/07/poze.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/3836391233442713364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/3836391233442713364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/07/poze.html' title='+ poze.'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5052433369837715067</id><published>2010-06-10T17:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:36:56.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>şi e gata...</title><content type='html'>astăzi, 10 iunie 2010, elevii liceului teoretic lucian blaga au auzit clopoţelul sunând ultima oară pentru ei. pentru noi...&lt;br /&gt;am participat la momente emoţionante, printre care interpretarea imnului nostru, al clasei a XII-a C, sau prezentarea unui filmuleţ cu poze din clasa a IX-a până în prezent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimul sunet de clopoţel, absolvirea liceului... parcă e ireal. mâine avem banchetul, dar nu cred că realizăm ce se întâmplă de fapt. ne vom distra, vom mânca, vom bea, vom dansa, vom pleca de acolo şi ne vom simţi neschimbaţi. dar de fapt se schimbă totul... anii de liceu au trecut şi, după banchet, nu vom mai fi niciodată &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; împreună.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmează bacul, apoi admiterile la facultăţi, iar apoi vom pleca toţi in cluj, timişoara, sau bucureşti. cred că abia când ne vom vedea în alte oraşe, înconjuraţi în mare parte de străini, vom realiza că ne-am lăsat adolescenţa în urmă, că vom fi pe cont propriu şi că, la facultate, nu vom avea profesori cărora să le pese de problemele noastre.&lt;br /&gt;e gata... perioada uşoară a vieţii noastre s-a terminat. brusc, fără ca cineva să ne întrebe dacă suntem pregătiţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... distracţie plăcută tuturor la banchet, baftă la bac şi admitere şi... XII C, ne vedem cu bine în 20 iunie 2020!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poze, peste câteva zile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-5052433369837715067?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5052433369837715067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-e-gata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5052433369837715067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5052433369837715067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-e-gata.html' title='şi e gata...'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8253668052377166840</id><published>2010-06-02T20:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:23:46.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>more than you wanted to know</title><content type='html'>GET TO KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: madii.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: single &amp;&amp; happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female ?&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: december 26.&lt;br /&gt;Sign: capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: hazel &amp;&amp; loving it.&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing: shorts and a pink tank top.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: in a town called malice.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to shop: the local mall.&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Number: 26.&lt;br /&gt;Boys Name(s): lucas &amp;&amp; benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Name(s): beatrice &amp;&amp; cassandra&lt;br /&gt;Animal: black panther.&lt;br /&gt;Month: july.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: fight club.&lt;br /&gt;Juice: apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: nothing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: yeah, my baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: myeah.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped: no, but i wish i sometime get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog: hell no !&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole: haha, no.&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry: nope, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: several.&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: yeah, who doesn't ?&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: no.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: no, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: yeaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: once.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: no, but i wasn't far from it either.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: i think so.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: once, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: not as far as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call/text: myeah.&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM/MSN conversation: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm: i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;Best song you ever heard: gah, hardest question ever! i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;What’s your room like: blue &amp;&amp; crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: fast food.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use: schauma.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU HAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: no.&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Stiches: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: love them.&lt;br /&gt;Like school: not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;What schools have you gone to: 2 elementary schools and a high school.&lt;br /&gt;Would you eat a live hamster for $1,000,000 dollars: hell no !&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you: my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh the most: hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Who broke your heart: my ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your loudest friend: they're all pretty damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU/ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: yeah, they're wasting my time well.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses: glasses, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: i love myself.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive: rarely.&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic: not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now: my tv.&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: i went for a walk with a couple of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hate someone in your family: no.&lt;br /&gt;What car do you wish to have: audi s8.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married: on a beach somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?: nothing, because then i wouldn't be the same person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house: 8, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed: gah, no.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a bath: this morning.&lt;br /&gt;The last movie you saw at the cinemas: uuuhm, hot tub time machine, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like scary or happy movies: give me romantic comedies and i'm the happiest girl.&lt;br /&gt;Black or white: black.&lt;br /&gt;Root Beer or Dr. Pepper: dr. pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or chocolate: vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: silver all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or Pearl: diamonds are a girl's best friend, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: sunset, i'm almost never awake to see the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: either.&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs: dogs, most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: tea.&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: in person.&lt;br /&gt;Are you the oldest, middle, youngest or only child: only child.&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or outdoor: outdoor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8253668052377166840?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8253668052377166840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-than-you-wanted-to-know.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8253668052377166840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8253668052377166840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-than-you-wanted-to-know.html' title='more than you wanted to know'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8406979225784914906</id><published>2010-05-30T13:44:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:09:22.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>eurovision 2010.</title><content type='html'>Finala editiei din anul 2010 a Eurovisionului a avut loc aseara, 29 mai, in Oslo, Norvegia. Castigatorul editiei de anul trecut, Alexander Rybak, a deschis show-ul interpretand piesa cu care a castigat, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fairytale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, cele 25 de tari participante si-au trimis interpretii pe scena. Paula Seling si Ovi au cantat spre finalul spectacolului, avand piesa cu numarul 19.&lt;br /&gt;Spre final, 39 de tari au intrat in direct cu Oslo pentru a anunta rezultatele televotingului din fiecare tara europeana.&lt;br /&gt;Germania a castigat concursul detasat, prin Lena, care a interpretat o piesa draguta, ritmata, ce iti ramane in cap, numita &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Satellite&lt;/span&gt;. Pe locul 2 s-a clasat Turcia, prin trupa Manga, care a mizat pe o piesa rock, numita &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Could Be The Same&lt;/span&gt;. Iar pe locul 3 s-a clasat Romania, prin Paula Seling si Ovi, care au interpretat o piesa ritmata, cu versuri usor de retinut, numita &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Playing With Fire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie, personal, mi-au placut toate cele 3 piese de pe podium si imi doream ca una dintre ele sa castige, iar piesa Lenei a fost cea care a placut cel mai mult Europei. Felicitari Lena! Si, nu in ultimul rand, felicitari Paula Seling si Ovi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QSgNM9yNjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QSgNM9yNjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pdw27j_usP0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pdw27j_usP0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-2093250879699803210</id><published>2010-05-19T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:51:26.719+03:00</updated><title type='text'>am putea prinde stele căzătoare</title><content type='html'>nu am văzut niciodată o stea căzătoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am întins pe iarbă prea verde, prea târziu în noapte, privind cerul plin de lumini strălucitoare, aşteptând ca una dintre ele să cadă. să o văd licărind şi căzând şi murind înaintea ochilor mei, doar pentru a-mi putea pune dorinţa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doar pentru a-mi putea dori ca la kilometri depărtare tu să îţi foloseşti dorinţa pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doar pentru a-mi dori ca, într-o zi, să nu fiu nevoită să stau afară în aerul prea rece fără destule haine care să mă încălzească, iar frigul să îmi pătrundă în oase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doar pentru a-mi dori ca într-o zi tu să fii destul de aproape încât să ştiu din ce eşti făcut şi să îmi sufli lumină pe piele, buzele tale lipindu-se de ale mele, iar eu să ştiu în sfârşit cum e să simt căldură. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu am văzut niciodată o stea căzătoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am zburat niciodată cum ţi-ai dorit tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am împiedicat. am căzut. nu mi-am recâştigat niciodată echilibrul. dar am trecut de partea în care ar trebui să fiu ocupată uitându-te pe tine, sunt încă aici. picioarele îmi sunt prea aproape de margine şi ochii mei îi privesc pe ai tăi, în loc să privească pământul. iar eu mă gândesc că asta ar putea să fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru că, într-o zi, eu aş putea fi în braţele tale, uitând cum era să fiu doar eu, fără tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru că, în şapte luni de acum, mi-aş putea pierde degetele în părul tău şi respiraţia când tu apari. m-aş putea pierde într-un fel în care să nu îmi doresc niciodată să fiu găsită.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru că, într-un an de acum, am putea sta întinşi sub semne, fără să fim atenţi încontro ne spun să mergem. aş putea învăţa să nu mai aştept ciocnirea, mirosul de sânge pe asfalt. oase rupte. şi inimi sfâşiate. aş putea avea încredere în tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu am zburat niciodată cum ţi-ai dorit tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mi-am pus niciodată o dorinţă care speram să se împlinească.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar, într-o zi, vom sta întinşi unul lângă altul, înfăşuraţi în prea multe pături, cu un tavan plin de stele întinse deasupra noastră, încât să ne desenăm propria constelaţie şi eu să nu mai fiu nevoită să îmi pun dorinţe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din moment ce tot ce mi-aş putea dori putem face să devină realitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din moment ce, mai curând decât mi-aş imagina, noi am putea fi oriunde ne dorim, cu o întreagă lume desenată cu cretă înaintea ochilor noştri şi cu degetele scufundate într-un mozaic de culori. tu ai fi îndeajuns de aproape încât să îţi pot prinde mâna şi să îţi descriu fiecare umbră şi nuanţă în şoapte şi întreaga lume ar putea fi a noastră.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din moment ce, în noaptea precedentă, am stat trează cu mult după ce ar fi trebuit să dorm, gândindu-mă cum sunetul vocii tale îmi face inima să tresară. eşti un dezastru natural ce mă lasă distrusă şi fără respiraţie. eşti total neaşteptat şi eu vreau să fiu ruptă în bucăţi, să îmi lipsească o parte din mine pentru a-ţi face loc ţie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu mi-am pus niciodată o dorinţă care speram să se împlinească.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar poate că, de data asta, te doresc pe tine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2093250879699803210?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-2575949006944692162</id><published>2010-05-04T21:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:47:47.822+03:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>1.This survey gets a little personal; can you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?&lt;br /&gt;cociuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?&lt;br /&gt;a few hours ago, with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you excited for?&lt;br /&gt;graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What were you doing yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;school + hanging out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;a lollypop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;i sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you scared to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last person you wanted to punch in the face?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. About what time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you single/taken/heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;between single and taken, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you find it hard to trust others?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How fast does your mind change?&lt;br /&gt;it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I bet you miss somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Can you honestly say you're okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Why do you think so many people cheat?&lt;br /&gt;maybe because they don't know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Tell me what's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;the possible subjects for a test i have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you looking forward to in the next three months?&lt;br /&gt;acing my final exams in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When did you last talk to your number 1 top friend?&lt;br /&gt;a couple of hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and he's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever felt like you weren't important?&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all do at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you think somebody's in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you planning on doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;eating and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who do you not get along with?&lt;br /&gt;some of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. what does your 4th recent text say?&lt;br /&gt;'i just had a test, it was awesome. what are you doing, babe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;trousers and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You're locked in a room with the person you last kissed, how is it?&lt;br /&gt;definitely kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When's the last time you had a grilled cheese?&lt;br /&gt;i can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's your favorite girl and boy name right now?&lt;br /&gt;beatrice / lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How did you feel when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;well rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What were you doing last night at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;criminal minds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are your LEGAL initials?&lt;br /&gt;m a c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Whose the first B in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;bia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. When was the last time you laughed really hard?&lt;br /&gt;today, a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Your number 1 top friend walks out of your life, do you go after them?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Last awkward moment?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;since i was a little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;no, i wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;not yet, but i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you Irish?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you use chapstick?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you have any scars?&lt;br /&gt;yes, one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Is there someone you will never forgive?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Are you dating the person you last held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Name the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;serbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Would you marry someone 8 years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;if we were compatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Can you go in public looking like you do right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a J?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;i sleep in the middle of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What’s the first thing you'll do on your wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What’s one huge pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you miss the way things used to be?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Has anyone ever told you they're in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Song you're thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;esmee denters feat. justin timberlake - love dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Want someone back in your life?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Will tomorrow be better than today?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What sort of music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;rock/pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2575949006944692162?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2575949006944692162/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2575949006944692162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2575949006944692162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5304773388437832435</id><published>2010-05-04T21:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:09:59.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>esmee denters feat. justin timberlake - love dealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO6wG1hNZJw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO6wG1hNZJw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I gotta have some more,&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the track up)&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna take to get a score,&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the beat up, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Got me like a fiend banging on your door,&lt;br /&gt;(I think I want some of that)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you meet me on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into my office won't you try to sample, a taste of my stuff&lt;br /&gt;(JT: yeah c'mon))&lt;br /&gt;I've got a million different flavors all the boys say they can't get enough,&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm under your skin you're begging me for more,&lt;br /&gt;You'll get addicted to this but baby you've been more,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let these innocent eyes fool you when I'm on the floor, the floor, the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could be your dealer,&lt;br /&gt;I can be your only friend when you need her,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you coming back again,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me anytime I can make you feel fine,&lt;br /&gt;Look into my bag of tricks if you need a fix,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm your dealer, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Love love dealer, Hey (check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those other pushers they say&lt;br /&gt;They got that good stuff that you already know&lt;br /&gt;(You already know what it is)&lt;br /&gt;That they can't do what I do - oh no,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you places you never thought you'd go,&lt;br /&gt;I can get you so high with the things I do,&lt;br /&gt;You get a rush in your veins and we start to move,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let these innocent eyes fool you when I'm on the floor, the floor, the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could be your dealer,&lt;br /&gt;I can be your only friend when you need her,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you coming back again,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me anytime I can make you feel fine,&lt;br /&gt;Look into my bag of tricks if you need a fix,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm your dealer, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Love love dealer, Hey (check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me anytime I can make you feel fine,&lt;br /&gt;Look into my bag of tricks if you need a fix,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm your dealer, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Love love dealer, Hey (check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break It Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Baby I gotta have some more,&lt;br /&gt;ED: Eyes roll back and you feel dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;JT: What's it gonna take to get a score,&lt;br /&gt;ED: Now you got me in your system.&lt;br /&gt;JT: Got me like a fiend banging on your door,&lt;br /&gt;ED: So now you know what you've been missing,&lt;br /&gt;JT:Why don't you meet me on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta say that you like it,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you give it a try, you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu voi scrie ce versuri m-au impresionat la aceasta piesa, deoarece &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love dealer&lt;/span&gt; este prima piesa pe care o public pe blog doar pentru ca imi place cum suna. ma bine dispune, e vesela, e... o piesa care imi place foarte mult. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-5304773388437832435?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5304773388437832435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/05/esmee-denters-feat-justin-timberlake.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5304773388437832435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5304773388437832435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/05/esmee-denters-feat-justin-timberlake.html' title='esmee denters feat. justin timberlake - love dealer'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5539553413807623783</id><published>2010-05-04T20:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:00:58.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is: mădălina.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was: well rested.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of: the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;i dream about: publishing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictured your crush naked?: more than once.&lt;br /&gt;been in love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;cried when someone died: yes. &lt;br /&gt;lied: oh well, no. (see? i just lied again...)&lt;br /&gt;fallen for your best friend?: shit happens...&lt;br /&gt;rejected someone: i'm that evil.&lt;br /&gt;cheated on someone: yes.&lt;br /&gt;been cheated on: not as far as i know.&lt;br /&gt;done something you regretted: i wish i could say no.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die: hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you notice first?: the height.&lt;br /&gt;last person you slow danced with: i don't slow dance.&lt;br /&gt;worst question to ask: what was your name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes you laugh the most?: my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;makes you smile: my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;gives you a funny feeling when you see them: my ex boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;is easier to talk to - boys or girls?: boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit on the internet waiting for someone special to IM you?: yeaaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;save AIM conversations?: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: never. &lt;br /&gt;cry because of something someone has said: rarely, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;pray?: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talked to on the phone: my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;hugged: my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;you instant messaged: a friend.&lt;br /&gt;you laughed with: my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color your hair: yes.&lt;br /&gt;ever get off the computer: of course.&lt;br /&gt;habla espanol: un poquito.&lt;br /&gt;sprechen sie deutsches: nein.&lt;br /&gt;fight with your parents: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;have friends you've lost touch with: they're not called friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;feel happy?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;wish you could fly away.. far, far away?: yes. &lt;br /&gt;believe in God?: no.&lt;br /&gt;could you live without the computer?: i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite candy?: green apple lollypop.&lt;br /&gt;whats your favorite fruit?: green apple.&lt;br /&gt;sunrise or sunset?: sunset.&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most - physical pain or emotional pain? emotional pain. &lt;br /&gt;trust others way too easily?: that's my weakness...&lt;br /&gt;are your fingers cold?: almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi: nestea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINAL QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: to be a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;I wish: to publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;I love: my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;I fear: being alone in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I hear: the tv.&lt;br /&gt;I smell: strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: if people will read my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-4783041904540863827</id><published>2010-05-04T09:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:38:16.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the last song</title><content type='html'>rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. put your music player on random.&lt;br /&gt;2. write down the first line of the first 20 songs that pop up.&lt;br /&gt;3. divide the poem into stanzas.&lt;br /&gt;4. the first line of the 21st song is the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disco dancing with the lights down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me that i'd be in happy faces trying to erase the traces&lt;br /&gt;i never knew, i never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes i see you've been broken&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, 'cause another day is dawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one i got&lt;br /&gt;debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all&lt;br /&gt;my little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed&lt;br /&gt;when there's nowhere else to run, is there room for one more son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies you're damn right, you can't read a man's mind&lt;br /&gt;life is good i can't complain&lt;br /&gt;you're the kind of friend who always bends when i'm broken&lt;br /&gt;he treats me with respect, he says he loves me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you light the skies up above me&lt;br /&gt;i make the most of all this stress&lt;br /&gt;everytime our eyes meet this feeling inside me is almost more than i can take&lt;br /&gt;your eyes tell me how you want me.&lt;div 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song'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-1345521950943823438</id><published>2010-05-03T23:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:05:43.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ghidează-mă acasă</title><content type='html'>m-ai găsit sângerând pe marginea drumului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-ai găsit scuipând moartea şi înecându-mă cu viaţa, lăsând realitatea să îşi arunce degetele violente înspre gâtul meu, ucigând rămăşiţele încrederii mele. m-ai găsit tremurând pe asfalt şi mişcând întreaga stradă, coloana mişcându-mi-se precum o carte veche. m-ai găsit ca fiind o victimă a propriei mele imaginaţii, dorinţele mele manipulându-mi nervii precum o vioară ce cântă doar la înmormântări. eram jumătate trează şi jumătate conştientă şi jumătate ceva ce nici nu pot numi; tu erai copleşit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trei zile mai târziu, iar eu eram bandajată cu buze catifelate. gustam laptele speranţei tale vindecătoare şi mierea răbdării tale. am fost vindecată de buzele tale reci presate pe fruntea mea caldă, dar eram încă speriată. mă trezeam în sudori reci, dorindu-mi să alerg pe străzi întunecate. mă enervam când încercai să mă calmezi şi explodam la fiecare contact. am fost dezlegată de neîncrederea mea şi de propriul meu trecut. am luat bucăţile pe care tu tocmai le lipiseşi împreună şi le-am aruncat în aer; tu nu ai spus nimic, doar ai luat-o de la capăt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinci săruturi şi jumătate după asta, iar tu mă învăţai cum să pronunţ încredere. mă lăsai să îmi păstrez inima, deoarece nu eram pregătită să renunţ la ea atât de repede, dar o preţuiai la fel de mult. mă ţineai aproape şi mă menţineai întreagă şi ţineai demonii la distanţă. îmi spuneai lucruri pe care le consideram minciuni, precum "eşti frumoasă" şi "meriţi asta" până când repetarea a devenit un puls de care eram dependentă. mi-ai prins mâna zgâriată şi mi-ai sărutat pumnul rănit, mi-ai spus că nu trebuie să continui să mă lupt dacă nu vreau, dar tu erai destul de puternic încât să rezişti fiecărei lovituri pe care o aruncam de frică. îmi scăldam piciorul în ape liniştite; tu doar ai respirat adânc şi ai aşteptat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astăzi m-am trezit şi ţi-am simţit respiraţia caldă pe gâtul meu. adevărurile tale erau scrijelite în limbi necunoscute pe inima mea. mi-am forţat sistemul nervos şi mi-am repornit încrederea în magie, când tu mi-ai cântat balade sub soarele primăverii. mi-ai mângâiat părul şi mi-ai descâlcit nodurile, mi-ai spus că sunt frumoasă chiar şi când sunt rănită, dar că preferai să mă vezi fericită. ai atins cu două degete cicatricea de pe spatele meu, ţi-ai lipit buzele de obrazul meu şi ai respirat trei cuvinte pe pielea mea: "sunt al tău."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu eşti un far; sunt acasă.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-1345521950943823438?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1345521950943823438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghideaza-ma-acasa_03.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/1345521950943823438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/1345521950943823438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped Class&lt;br /&gt;() Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;() Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your deviantart Friends&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;() Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone Through Internet&lt;br /&gt;() Been in a Mosh Pit (what does this mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;() Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Liked/loved Someone Who You Can't Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;() Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;() Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;() Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;() Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR : 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;() Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;() Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons/Colored Pencils/Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;() Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach Or Anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;() Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;() Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Roller skating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;() Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"&lt;br /&gt;() Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;() Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;() Kicked A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;() Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;() Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;() Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;() Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;() Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;() Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;() Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;() Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;() Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;() French Braided Some ones Hair&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;() Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;() Licked A Cat (yuckk)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;() Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;() Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;() Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out i did 76 out of the 100 most stupid/lame/funny/whatever things. but as i always stated, i'm no angel. so don't look surprised! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, and feel free to copy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6873387896443310097?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6873387896443310097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-so-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6873387896443310097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6873387896443310097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-so-devil.html' title='so far, so... me?'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-6490746967602016477</id><published>2010-04-04T14:01:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:08:28.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'>train - calling all angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkEEjfdxWoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkEEjfdxWoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sign to let me know you're here&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that things are gonna look up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head&lt;br /&gt;When you feel the world shake from the words that are said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm calling all angels&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling all you angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sign to let me know you're here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear&lt;br /&gt;I want a reason for the way things have to be&lt;br /&gt;I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm calling all angels&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling all you angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When children have to play inside so they don't disappear&lt;br /&gt;And private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don't talk for years&lt;br /&gt;And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams&lt;br /&gt;In a world where what we want is what we want until it's ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm calling all angels&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling all you angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up if you dont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all you angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am auzit aceasta piesa pentru prima oara pe coloana sonora a serialului &lt;i&gt;one tree hill&lt;/i&gt; (pe care vi-l recomand). versurile m-au impresionat din prima clipa, mai ales din pricina faptului ca m-am regasit in ele si ca sunt extrem de adevarate si de autentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"am nevoie sa stiu ca lucrurile se vor imbunatati, deoarece simt ca noi ne inecam intr-o mare varsata dintr-o cana."&lt;/i&gt; nici nu mai tin minte de cate ori am vazut in jurul meu asta, sau de cate ori am facut-o chiar eu - sa fac 'din tantar armasar', cum spune vechiul proverb; sa fac ca dintr-o cana mica, un motiv, sa se verse un ocean de dezamagiri, de nemultumiri, de certuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"vreau un motiv pentru felul in care trebuie sa fie lucrurile, am nevoie de o mana care sa ma ajute sa imi formez putina incredere."&lt;/i&gt; da, si aici ma regasesc mereu... de foarte multe ori esuez in a avea incredere ca totul se va rezolva si va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"intr-o lume in care ceea ce vrem e ceea ce vrem pana e al nostru."&lt;/i&gt; acesta este, probabil, cel mai adevarat, dar si cel mai trist vers al piesei. mereu in viata ne vom lupta pentru a avea ceea ce ne dorim, insa dupa ce vom avea acel &lt;i&gt;ceva&lt;/i&gt;, nu ni se va mai parea la fel de interesant. de ce? din doua motive simple.&lt;br /&gt;1. natura umana; omul e conceput pentru a se lupta sa ajunga acolo unde vrea, nimic nu ne este oferit pe tava. iar atunci cand obtinem ce ne dorim, cautam altceva pentru ce sa luptam. si asa ajungem sa neglijam ceea ce ne-am luptat sa obtinem.&lt;br /&gt;2. atunci cand obtinem ceea ce ne dorim, avem ceva de pierdut. si, cand realizam asta, preferam sa ignoram acel &lt;i&gt;ceva&lt;/i&gt; si sa pretindem ca nu il mai dorim, decat sa stim ca l-am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;avand in vedere cat am scris, nu mai trebuie sa spun si ca aceasta este una dintre piesele mele preferate si ca va recomand cu caldura sa o ascultati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6490746967602016477?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6490746967602016477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/04/train-calling-all-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6490746967602016477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6490746967602016477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2010/04/train-calling-all-angels.html' title='train - calling all angels'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8816352208878685322</id><published>2010-02-05T15:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:23:42.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the seven things i hate about you</title><content type='html'>seven things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. darkness.&lt;br /&gt;2. loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;3. silence.&lt;br /&gt;4. thunders.&lt;br /&gt;5. hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;6. bees.&lt;br /&gt;7. blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things i like the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;2. one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;3. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. myself.&lt;br /&gt;5. my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;6. writing.&lt;br /&gt;7. reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have bisexual tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate sleeping alone, that's why i have 2 stuffed toys in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. i sing at the top of my lungs when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;5. i sometimes sing on the street, if i'm sure that nobody can see me.&lt;br /&gt;6. i love quotes; lyrics, movies, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;7. i find it easier to forget an acquaitance that someone i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things i plan to do before i die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;2. get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;3. visit paris, london, venice, rome, egipt and madrid.&lt;br /&gt;4. bungee-jump.&lt;br /&gt;5. be at a mcfly live concert.&lt;br /&gt;6. be at a manchester united match on old trafford. &lt;br /&gt;7. visit wilmington, the town where the filming set of one tree hill is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. black hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;4. personality.&lt;br /&gt;5. cleverness.&lt;br /&gt;6. sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;7. good manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things i say the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;2. like.&lt;br /&gt;3. uuuhm.&lt;br /&gt;4. what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;5. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;6. hey.&lt;br /&gt;7. no shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cesc fabregas.&lt;br /&gt;2. dougie poynter.&lt;br /&gt;3. chad michael murray.&lt;br /&gt;4. sean faris.&lt;br /&gt;5. sophia bush.&lt;br /&gt;6. adriana lima.&lt;br /&gt;7. shemar moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to copy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-11015317291317955</id><published>2010-01-30T14:22:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:26:21.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i tend to call this insanity art.</title><content type='html'>i am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=12012009-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/12012009-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07394-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/DSC07394-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=DSC09166-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/DSC09166-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pocketful of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=DSC09297-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/DSC09297-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near wild heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0030-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_0030-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0033-dA-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_0033-dA-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disfunctionally sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0053-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_0053-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are green, i come from above now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0342-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_0342-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she moves in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2803-hi5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_2803-hi5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all your dreams are shattered, everything is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6550-hi5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_6550-hi5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that goodbye means nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6585-hi5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_6585-hi5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6589-hi52-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_6589-hi52-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone above the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6607-hi5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_6607-hi5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down in the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6639-hi5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_6639-hi5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=P1040936-1copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/P1040936-1copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a girl, not yet a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-2-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/Untitled-2-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=buc207-dA-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/buc207-dA-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a walk in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=buc296-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/buc296-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=buc438-dA-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/buc438-dA-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some roads lead nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=buc55-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/buc55-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formula for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=formulaforlove-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/formulaforlove-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth doesn't make a noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=highschoolfreshmanpage-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/highschoolfreshmanpage-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tide that left and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=inablinkofaneyepage-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/inablinkofaneyepage-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find your way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0852-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/IMG_0852-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-11015317291317955?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/11015317291317955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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url='http://i412.photobucket.com/albums/pp206/madaaaalina/blog/th_12012009-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5575349242417712995</id><published>2010-01-06T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:12:14.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lee ryan - stand up as people</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9oCdr-IhSk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9oCdr-IhSk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is voices in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;They only whisper though they frown&lt;br /&gt;People saying oh it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Still they only look to pass the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can find a way to work things out&lt;br /&gt;The only way to start is to start now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a better place, better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children always learn by what they see&lt;br /&gt;So we gotta practice what we preach&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that's the game of life&lt;br /&gt;That we abuse when we choose to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can find a way to work things out&lt;br /&gt;The only way to start is to start now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray before I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;(I pray, I pray)&lt;br /&gt;That I'll wake to find a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceasta este o piesa mai veche, insa mesajul sau este cat se poate de actual si de vizibil in realitatea lumii de astazi. parerea mea este ca lee ryan avea mai multa dreptate decat isi inchipuia cand a scris cuvintele &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"tot ce aud sunt voci din multime, sunt doar soapte, chiar daca lumea se incrunta. oamenii spun 'oh, e o rusine'; chiar si asa, ei doar cauta sa paseze vina."&lt;/span&gt; (prima strofa). puteti spune sincer ca asta nu e adevarat in ziua de azi? mi-ar placea ca raspunsul la aceasta intrebare sa fie pozitiv, insa ma tem ca vom mai avea &lt;s&gt;putin&lt;/s&gt; de asteptat pana ca asta sa fie posibil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-5575349242417712995?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-5986096185384128846</id><published>2009-12-26T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:27:04.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am doar 18 ani</title><content type='html'>oficial, sunt cetăţean cu drept de vot.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, sunt şi pasibilă de pedeapsa cu închisoarea.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, mi-aş putea lua carnetul de şofer.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, trebuie să îmi refac buletinul.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, nu mai sunt singura minoră din clasă.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, mă pot uita la filme xxx fără să mă simt prost când văd bulinuţa.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, pot cumpăra ţigări şi alcool fără să creez cuiva probleme.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, pot intra în orice club din ţară.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, pot bea alcool în localuri.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, nu mă mai simt prost la gândul că merg undeva şi mi se cere buletinul.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, pot ieşi din ţară fără părinţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, sunt majoră!&lt;br /&gt;take that, 17!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-5986096185384128846?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5986096185384128846/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-doar-18-ani_25.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5986096185384128846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/5986096185384128846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaRxUieZFqc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;As love is fading,&lt;br /&gt;From all the things that we are&lt;br /&gt;But are not saying&lt;br /&gt;Can we see beyond the scars&lt;br /&gt;And make it to the dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the colors of the sky&lt;br /&gt;And open up to&lt;br /&gt;The ways you made me feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;The ways I loved you&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that never died,&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To start a new day&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart can still survive&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of your grace&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fade into the light&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Where love will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we’re here,&lt;br /&gt;Now that we’ve come this far,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;For I am right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;For all my life,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it’s lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piesa celor de la westlife m-a impresionat, în primul rând, prin mesajul transmis şi prin sinceritatea acestuia. am ales să postez piesa aceasta deoarece şi eu, de multe ori, eram pe punctul de a "da cu piciorul" unei poveşti frumoase şi niciodată nu mă gândeam câte pot pierde dacă fac asta. dar aceste versuri mi-au dat mult de gândit şi am realizat că atunci când vreau să schimb ceva în viaţa mea trebuie să mă gândesc la toate consecinţele şi la tot ce e posibil să pierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8000792418123209006?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8000792418123209006/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/westlife-what-about-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8000792418123209006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8000792418123209006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/westlife-what-about-now.html' title='westlife - what about 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întrebaţi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'ce am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; şi ele nu au?'&lt;/span&gt;. poate aşa, în loc să vă pierdeţi timpul căutând defectele altora, aţi încerca să evidenţiaţi calităţile voastre. voi trebuie să fiţi punctul central pe care să vă bazaţi, nu altele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;încetaţi să vă construiţi o personalitate şi să încercaţi să ajungeţi mai sus pe baza defectelor altora; asta nu vă va duce departe în viaţă, chiar dacă, pe moment, poate asta credeţi. singura metodă de a ajunge &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sus&lt;/span&gt;, acolo unde sunt convinsă că vrem cu toţii să ajungem, este să facem asta bazându-ne pe calităţile şi eforturile proprii. faptul că acum eşti cea mai populară fată din liceu şi te simţi superioară tuturor nu îţi va aduce nici un beneficiu pe viitor. în schimb, dacă ai încerca să conştientizezi adevăratele tale calităţi, cele interioare, vei avea anumite avantaje în faţa celor care nu vor reuşi să facă asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam atât pe subiectul ăsta. sper că aţi înţeles ideea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2587612223237321730?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2587612223237321730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/ati-observat-vreodata-ca-toate-femeile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2587612223237321730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2587612223237321730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/ati-observat-vreodata-ca-toate-femeile.html' title='bazaţi-vă pe calităţile voastre, nu pe defectele altora'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-2586567370339285933</id><published>2009-12-09T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:46:53.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>aviz amatoarelor</title><content type='html'>am observat de ceva timp că din ce în ce mai multe fete umblă pe stradă mai mult dezbrăcate decât îmbrăcate. nu mă deranjează în mod special chestia asta pentru că, la urma urmei, e alegerea fiecăreia cum doreşte să fie percepută.&lt;br /&gt;dar haideţi să facem un exerciţiu de imaginaţie. ce primă părere aveţi despre o domnişoară ce poartă o fustă ce nu îi acoperă complet posteriorul, o bluză scurtă - eventual şi transparentă - şi o pereche de cizme înalte cu toc cui? nu cred că una bună... ideea e că tipa poate fi mai inteligentă decât mulţi dintre noi, însă acest stil vestimentar poate face mult rău imaginii personale. şi haideţi să fim sinceri. ne mai interesează să aflăm ce are domnişoara în cap când expune tot ce i-a dat mama natură? desigur că nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fetelor, îmbrăcaţi-vă! nu veţi avea mai mulţi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'fani'&lt;/span&gt; dacă vă dezbrăcaţi, ci dimpotrivă. da, e adevărat, veţi primi multe băuturi gratis şi multe complimente în genul foarte flatantelor &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'păpuşe, ce bună eşti'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'te-aş *pupa*'&lt;/span&gt; sau &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'hai să mergem la mine şi să scăpăm de hainele astea'&lt;/span&gt;. dar sunteţi sigure că ăsta este scopul vostru în viaţă? dacă răspunsul sincer la această întrebare este da, vă rog frumos să vă opriţi aici şi să nu mai citiţi în continuare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iar dacă răspunsul este nu, voi încerca să vă dau câteva sfaturi ce v-ar putea ajuta. în primul rând, îmbrăcămintea &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prea&lt;/span&gt; sumară nu este ok nici măcar în club. asta dacă nu vreţi ca 10 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'de puta madre'&lt;/span&gt; să vă asalteze cu complimentele mai sus menţionate.&lt;br /&gt;fusta scurtă e în regulă, atăta timp căt vă acoperă - dacă nu cer prea mult, chiar şi depăşeşte cu vreo 2 cm - zonele intime. dacă optaţi pentru o fustă scurtă, alegeţi o bluză care să vă acopere buricul, să nu fie foarte decoltată şi să nu fie transparentă. de asemenea, colanţii sau ciorapii coloraţi/cu modele fac minuni! şi sunt şi foarte la modă, ca să vezi noroc.&lt;br /&gt;dacă preferaţi bluza transparentă, aveţi grijă să nu fie decoltată, să aveţi un sutien care să nu se deplaseze uşor şi să asortaţi bluza cu o pereche de blugi.&lt;br /&gt;dacă cea mai de preţ comoară a voastră este decolteul, nu vă sfiiţi să îl expuneţi. dar asortaţi bluza decoltată cu o pereche de blugi, sau cu ciorapi, dacă bluza este îndeajuns de lungă pentru a vă acoperi posteriorul.&lt;br /&gt;în orice caz, ideea e că nu trebuie să arăţi niciodată prea mult. nimeni nu va vrea să caute în depozit când vitrina oferă atât de multe. dar, dacă optaţi să vă expuneţi o singură parte a corpului şi să nu păreţi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'uşoară'&lt;/span&gt;, sigur veţi întâlni pe cineva demn de a ajunge să vă cunoască mai bine. pentru că astfel de persoane, cele interesate de ceva serios, nu vor fi interesate de voi, dacă nu păreţi serioase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sper că aţi înţeles ideea şi că voi, cele pe care vă priveşte acest articol, veţi ţine cont de această părere. pentru că, la urma urmei, nimeni nu vă poate urî pentru felul în care vă îmbrăcaţi - dar vă poate judeca -, şi nici voi, la rândul vostru, nu puteţi urî pe nimeni care nu vă apreciază stilul şleampăt. aşa că, luaţi aminte şi gândiţi-vă de două ori înainte de a vă îmbrăca pentru club: vreţi să ajungeţi în patul cuiva care a doua zi vă va uita numele, sau în inima cuiva care nu vă va uita niciodată?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i don't blame you for being you&lt;br /&gt;but you can't blame me for hating it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;__ fall out boy - a little less sixteen candles, a little more "touch me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2586567370339285933?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2586567370339285933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/aviz-amatoarelor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2586567370339285933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2586567370339285933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/12/aviz-amatoarelor.html' title='aviz amatoarelor'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-6713121722221083995</id><published>2009-11-12T19:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:40:56.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>data viitoare când uiţi&lt;br /&gt;că eşti &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;aminteşte-ţi că sunt &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trebuia sa scriu asta. kind of a chuck and blair moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6713121722221083995?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6713121722221083995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6713121722221083995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6713121722221083995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-7325237922798304546</id><published>2009-11-08T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:26:14.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>55 de lucruri despre mine.</title><content type='html'>idee preluată de &lt;a href="http://aeroportdevise.blogspot.com/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mă numesc mădălina.&lt;br /&gt;2. nu îmi place să fiu strigată după numele întreg, prefer mădă sau mădii.&lt;br /&gt;3. nu îmi place numele meu de familie.&lt;br /&gt;4. împlinesc 18 ani pe 26 decembrie şi abia aştept.&lt;br /&gt;5. sunt capricorn şi mă mândresc mereu cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;6. nu poţi spune că ştii ce e încăpăţânarea până nu mă cunoşti pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;7. sunt extrem de impulsivă.&lt;br /&gt;8. mi-e frică de bac.&lt;br /&gt;9. vreau să fac jurnalism.&lt;br /&gt;10. sunt foarte energică.&lt;br /&gt;11. nu îmi place să fac curat.&lt;br /&gt;12. iubesc ciocolata milka cu caramel.&lt;br /&gt;13. nu aş putea trăi fără muzică, în special fără mcfly &amp; the killers.&lt;br /&gt;14. ador serialul one tree hill &amp; tot ce ţine de el - actori, plot, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15. mă fascinează stelele.&lt;br /&gt;16. îmi place foarte mult cultura greciei.&lt;br /&gt;17. sunt optimistă, în cea mai mare parte a timpului.&lt;br /&gt;18. îmi iubesc enorm de mult puţinii prieteni adevăraţi.&lt;br /&gt;19. sunt singura fată din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grupul&lt;/span&gt; din care fac parte, ldr.&lt;br /&gt;20. mă înţeleg mai bine cu băieţii decât cu fetele, cu foarte puţine excepţii.&lt;br /&gt;21. am locuit în bucureşti 8 ani de zile.&lt;br /&gt;22. sunt stelistă de la 3 ani, când am fost la primul meu meci pe ghencea.&lt;br /&gt;23. ţin cu manchester united.&lt;br /&gt;24. îmi place foarte mult cesc fabregas.&lt;br /&gt;25. am o soră vitregă adorabilă, în bucureşti.&lt;br /&gt;26. îmi place să dansez.&lt;br /&gt;27. nu ştiu să dansez cha cha, vals, samba, etc.&lt;br /&gt;28. îmi plac plimbările lungi când e vremea plăcută afară.&lt;br /&gt;29. ador să mă plimb cu rolele.&lt;br /&gt;30. îmi place foarte mult să scriu - gah, nu degeaba am blog.&lt;br /&gt;31. îmi place să citesc, dar nu când sunt obligată să fac asta, ci din plăcere.&lt;br /&gt;32. nu îmi plac glumele proaste.&lt;br /&gt;33. am simţul umorului.&lt;br /&gt;34. îmi place să spun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;35. îmi place să fiu strânsă în braţe.&lt;br /&gt;36. nu îmi place să fiu minţită.&lt;br /&gt;37. visez să public o carte.&lt;br /&gt;38. îmi doresc să îmi permit, cândva, să îmi cumpăr un audi s8.&lt;br /&gt;39. vreau să fac bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;40. îmi place tot ce ţine de twilight, în special cărţile.&lt;br /&gt;41. îmi place să zâmbesc.&lt;br /&gt;42. nu o suport pe lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;43. nu mi place muzica comercială, aia pe care o auzi pe toate telefoanele şi în toate cluburile.&lt;br /&gt;44. recunosc că sunt un dezastru şi că stric totul în jurul meu, indiferent că e vorba de sentimente sau de obiecte.&lt;br /&gt;45. sunt complicată şi sunt mândră de asta.&lt;br /&gt;46. am ochii verzi şi îi iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;47. nu îmi place să merg în cluburi - mă simt ca un exponat la zoo.&lt;br /&gt;48. găsesc mereu motive pentru a fi fericită.&lt;br /&gt;49. am fost la bestfest, la the killers, şi aş repeta experienţa de 100 de ori.&lt;br /&gt;50. mi-e frică să nu devin dependentă de cineva.&lt;br /&gt;51. mi-e frică de întuneric.&lt;br /&gt;52. nu îmi plac spaţiile aglomerate.&lt;br /&gt;53. de obicei, sunt foarte ambiţioasă.&lt;br /&gt;54. mă emoţionez în faţa unui public larg de persoane necunoscute.&lt;br /&gt;55. sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;, şi mă iubesc aşa cum sunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-7325237922798304546?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7325237922798304546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/11/idee-preluata-de-aici-1.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/7325237922798304546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/7325237922798304546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/11/idee-preluata-de-aici-1.html' title='55 de lucruri despre mine.'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8926600086446193304</id><published>2009-10-25T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:03:29.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>buzele furate încă plâng hoţia</title><content type='html'>dragă &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-ar plăcea să ştii care e sentimentul când îţi sunt cuvintele smulse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ca şi cum aş fi stat în mijlocul străzii şi tu mi-ai înlăturat pielea; e furtună, iar din mine ies aburi, însă tot nu mi-e cald. e ca şi cum mi-ai tăia picioarele de la genunchi în jos, iar eu aş sta întinsă pe asfalt şi aş vrea să fug după tine, dar nu te-aş putea prinde, pentru că tu ai avea şi membrele tale, şi pe ale mele. ăsta e sentimentul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi e ca şi cum aş avea sufletul pus pe un ecran unde îl poate vedea toată lumea, iar tu ai călca pe el. e ca şi cum tu ţi-ai apăsa călcâiul şi ai rupe spinarea viselor mele, făcându-mă să sângerez, pentru că ai crezut că aş arăta bine dacă m-ai lipi de perete. e ca şi cum tu ai râde şi ţi-ai îndesa gândurile mele neşlefuite în buzunare, precum frunzele toamnei, nepăsându-ţi de bucăţile care se rup şi se pierd în vânt. ăsta e sentimentul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi e ca şi cum eu aş înfrunta oceanul, iar tu ai face găuri în barca mea. e ca şi cum eu aş înota înspre lumina slabă pe care o văd pe celălalt mal, iar tu mi-ai lega picioarele împreună şi m-ai trage în jos. e ca şi cum tu mi-ai înghiţi inima şi ai acuza indigestie. e ca şi cum tu mi-ai proba plămânii să vezi dacă ţi se potrivesc, fără să realizezi că ei îmi sunt buni doar mie. e ca şi cum ai crede că lovind puternic în ceea ce eu preţuiesc mai mult e un fel de glumă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ăsta e sentimentul, şi ştii ceva? nu e deloc amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;                                 --&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data viitoare când mai vreţi să copiaţi de la mine de pe blog, să vă gândiţi la asta. măcar depuneţi un efort şi cereţi permisiunea, scrieţi drepturile de autor indiferent unde îmi postaţi cuvintele şi mulţumiţi-mi. ca să ştiţi şi voi, apreciatul unei munci e foarte simplu pentru voi şi foarte folositor pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;mulţumesc anticipat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8926600086446193304?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8926600086446193304/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/10/buzele-furate-inca-plang-hotia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8926600086446193304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8926600086446193304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/10/buzele-furate-inca-plang-hotia.html' title='buzele furate încă plâng hoţia'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8540302128890587878</id><published>2009-10-24T15:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:21:04.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i will never regret you</title><content type='html'>i will never regret falling head first in the vast ocean you call madness – though, i like to call it love.  i’m still falling and, while i’m so high i can’t even see the ground, i’m hoping that, if you won’t be strong enough to catch me, at least you’ll be able to attenuate my fall. i’m hoping that you’ll be all smiles and that you’ll be patient enough to wait for me as i rush to the ground. or i’m hoping that you’ll be falling beside me and that we’ll somehow be able to create a parachute out of our connected hearts, so we won’t both crash.&lt;br /&gt;i usually like safety, but you’ve got me falling so bad that i don’t know if i’ll ever hit the ground gently. i’m scared that the crash will be so violent that my heart will collapse with my ribs and remain silent on the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never regret the bruises on my heart. some of them are so old that they’ve already been completely healed, though they’ll never be forgotten. but some of the bruises are still fresh and i’ve just now managed to stitch them, but you’re helping with the healing. you’re the perfect tailor that my heart needed; you’ve sewn all it’s bits and pieces together again, so you can have my heart in a better condition than it’s  ever been.&lt;br /&gt;and you already got a shovel with your name on it and you’ve started covering up the holes others dug in my soul. you’re doing such an amazing job with the shovel and i’m scared that, someday, you’ll dig your own holes in my worn out soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never regret commanding my heart to open up fully and let you in. i’m not sure that, even if i wanted to, i would’ve been able to keep my heart hidden from your love. you took my fragile heart and kissed away every pain it has ever known. you managed to rule my heart through smiles, hugs and kisses on the forehead and i could never regret this; not even if i’ll be in the gutter, trying to recover all the pieces of my shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;i’m just hoping that you won’t stitch a bulls-eye to my heart and throw darts at it whenever you’re mad. i’m hoping i won’t have to search the whole world in order to find all the pieces of my heart, if you’ll take a more powerful shot at it. i’m hoping that my heart won’t need another open surgery, because it’s already had so many doctors who left their signature encrusted on my arteries.&lt;br /&gt;i’m hoping i won’t ever get the chance to regret you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8540302128890587878?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8540302128890587878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-never-regret-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8540302128890587878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8540302128890587878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-never-regret-you.html' title='i will never regret you'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-7495548293167120262</id><published>2009-10-22T20:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:18:44.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>zile din viaţa mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă luni&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi aduci mereu prima zi de şcoală, deoarece, chiar dacă detest trezitul devreme, ador să socializez şi să mă întâlnesc cu prietenii. îţi mulţumesc că îmi permiţi să am parte de un nou început cu fiecare săptămână pe care o aduci, chiar dacă ştiu că nu merit mereu bunătatea ta. îţi mulţumesc că îmi acorzi mai mult timp să citesc vara, când ştrandurile sunt închise.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a fi cu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragă marţi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi aduci episoade noi din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one tree hill&lt;/span&gt; şi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gossip girl&lt;/span&gt;; mi-aş dori ca fiecare zi să fie marţi, pentru că tu îmi aduci un zâmbet pe faţă de fiecare dată când urmăresc aceste minunate seriale. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care am cele mai uşoare ore la şcoală; toate sunt plictisitoare, şi asta e amuzant, într-un fel foarte ciudat. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care mi-am cumpărat prima carte din banii mei; i-am primit ca bursă de merit la şcoală, iar asta înseamnă atât de mult pentru mine. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care s-a născut surioara mea, chiar dacă aş iubi-o la fel de mult, indiferent în ce zi s-a născut.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a vorbi cu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă miercuri&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi aduci emisiunea care îmi place atât de mult, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what not to wear&lt;/span&gt;. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care mi-am început cartea, chiar dacă nu ştiu când, sau dacă, o voi termina.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; săruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă joi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care m-am născut; te iubesc pentru că ai fost acolo când am venit în această lume ciudată. îţi mulţumesc că îmi aduci episoade noi din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;csi: new york&lt;/span&gt; şi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the beautiful life&lt;/span&gt;. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care m-am mutat în apartamentul meu, în 2004. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care l-am cunoscut pe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;, cea mai importantă prezenţă din viaţa mea. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care am scris asta.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; îmbrăţişa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă vineri&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care am scris prima mea poezie, chiar dacă a fost dedicată cuiva care nu merita; îmi pare rău, ştiu că nu meriţi asta. îţi mulţumesc că închei mereu săptămâna de şcoală; acesta este un sentiment atât de plăcut. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care m-am îndrăgostit irevocabil de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mcfly&lt;/span&gt;, în 2006. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care mi-am găsit rochia perfectă pentru majorat.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; respecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă sâmbătă&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;-am sărutat pentru prima oară, ceva ce nu voi uita niciodată. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care ne-am spus prima oară că ne iubim, ceea ce sper că nu se va schimba niciodată. îţi mulţumesc că eşti ziua în care dorm cel mai mult; pur şi simplu simt că am nevoie de somn de fiecare dată când vii, şi îmi cer scuze că te irosesc aşa.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; preţui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dragă duminică&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că eşti finalul perfect pentru fiecare săptămână, chiar dacă, uneori, am nevoie de acel sentiment de vineri, din nou. îţi mulţumesc că îmi permiţi să mă odihnesc încă o zi, înainte ca şcoala să înceapă.&lt;br /&gt;îţi mulţumesc că îmi oferi prilejul de a-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; iubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;versiunea în limba engleză: &lt;a href='http://star-girl21.deviantart.com/art/days-of-my-life-141102710'&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-7495548293167120262?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7495548293167120262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/10/zile-din-viata-mea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/7495548293167120262'/><link rel='self' 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place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rosul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum sunt buzele tale dupa ce le musc usor.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;albastrul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum este cerul senin dupa amiaza.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;albul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum este rochia in care ma visez mireasa.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rozul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum sunt crinii regali.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;galbenul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum sunt papadiile primavara.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;portocaliul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum sunt frunzele toamnei.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maroul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum sunt ochii tai cand ma pierd in ei.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;negrul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum este lenjeria mea intima preferata.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;violetul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum este cerul cand apune soarele.&lt;br /&gt;imi place &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;turcoazul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cum este apa marii in grecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imi plac &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;culorile&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cand le privim impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-4711986708797382341?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4711986708797382341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/imi-place-verdele-cum-sunt-ochii-mei.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link 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buy...</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;primul sarut de la acel cineva special&lt;/span&gt; – miscarea dulce a fluturasilor din stomac atunci cand saruti o persoana speciala pentru prima oara.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gasirea unei iubiri adevarate&lt;/span&gt; – caldura pe care o simti cand realizezi ca iubesti si esti iubit.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frumusetea&lt;/span&gt; – pentru ca frumusetea este importanta.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;prietenii adevarati&lt;/span&gt; – au fost alaturi de tine la bine si la rau. au fost acolo cand nu ai avut altceva in afara de ei.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fericirea&lt;/span&gt; – adevarata fericire vine cand faci ceea ce iubesti si cand esti implicat in ceva ce iti place.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;succesul&lt;/span&gt; – pur si simplu succesul de a reusi in ceea ce iti place.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;un moment din timp&lt;/span&gt; – odata ce s-a dus, s-a dus pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;intalniri neasteptate cu prieteni vechi&lt;/span&gt; – nu i-ai mai vazut de ani de zile si te-ai gandit ca nu-i vei mai vedea niciodata. apoi, dintr-o data, sunt in fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;implinirea unor vise&lt;/span&gt; – iti stabilesti un anumit obiectiv si perseverezi pana cand il atingi. asta e ceva ce merita sarbatorit.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o conversatie sincera&lt;/span&gt; – nimic nu se compara cu o conversatie care atinge multe subiecte.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;un compliment neasteptat&lt;/span&gt; – chiar cand credeai ca ai o alta dupa amiaza plictisitoare de luni...&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sentimentul pe care il ai cand ideea ta functioneaza&lt;/span&gt; – persoanele din jurul tau nu pot gasi rezolvarea unei probleme, dar tu tocmai ai gasit modalitatea.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa auzi la intamplare cantecul tau preferat&lt;/span&gt; – esti blocat in trafic si pornesti radioul; dintr-o data, auzi piesa ta favorita.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o dupa amiaza insorita de duminica&lt;/span&gt; – pasarile ciripesc, soarele iti lumineata obrajii, iar vantul bate usor.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dragostea adolescentina&lt;/span&gt; – acele momente magice de afectiune pe care le impartasesti doar cu o singura persoana.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amintirile din copilarie&lt;/span&gt; – iti mai amintesti cand ai invatat sa mergi pe bicicleta? cand ti-ai rupt mana pentru prima oara?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;discutiile cu cel mai bun prieten despre anii trecuti&lt;/span&gt; – acele momente nebune pe care numai voi doi le-ati trait impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;obiecte cu valoare sentimentala&lt;/span&gt; – fotografii vechi, jurnalele bunicii, picturile pe care le faceai la gradinita... unele lucruri sunt nepretuite.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;incantarea de a face o alta persoana sa zambeasca&lt;/span&gt; – pentru ca zambetul lui te face si pe tine sa zambesti.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa razi cu familia sau prietenii&lt;/span&gt; – unele dintre cele mai memorabile momente in viata vor fi cele pe care le petrece razand.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;comfortul si caldura patului tau&lt;/span&gt; – nici un alt pat nu este la fel ca al tau.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa privesti rasaritul sau apusul cu persoana iubita&lt;/span&gt; – fa-ti timp pentru asta. merita.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sunetul valurilor marii&lt;/span&gt; – un alt dar al mamei natura.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa visezi cu ochii deschisi&lt;/span&gt; – doar sa stai si sa visezi...&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cand iti spune "te iubesc"&lt;/span&gt; - ...iar tu stii ca e sincer, pentru ca poti citi asta in ochii lui.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gasirea unui obiect pe care l-ai crezut pierdut&lt;/span&gt; – ai cautat acel obiect zile in sir, insa ai renuntat de mult. acum, 6 luni mai tarziu, apare chiar in fata ta&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inspiratia&lt;/span&gt; – orice idee este complet nefolositoare fara putina inspiratie.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;un moment de contact vizual cu un strain atragator&lt;/span&gt; – nu l-ai mai vazut inainte si probabil nu-l vei mai vedea nici de acum.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o imbratisare lunga de la o persoana iubita&lt;/span&gt; – acele imbratisari calde in care ai vrea sa te pierzi pentru totdeauna&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa canti fericit cat te tin plamanii&lt;/span&gt; – recunoaste, ti se intampla si tie mereu cand esti fericit.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa vezi norii formand forme haioase&lt;/span&gt; – niciodata acelasi show de doua ori.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa tii in brate un nou nascut&lt;/span&gt; - pretios.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cand stii ca poti avea incredere in cineva&lt;/span&gt; – poti vedea asta in ochi lor si poti simtii asta in inima ta.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa stai cu prietenii in jurul unui foc de tabara&lt;/span&gt; – unul dintre cele mai bune locuri pentru a depana amintiri si a spune povesti.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa vezi doi batrani indragostiti&lt;/span&gt; – iti da si tie incredere ca poate vei ajunge asa.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frumusetea unui cer instelat&lt;/span&gt; – ai putea privi asta la nesfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa il privesti cum doarme&lt;/span&gt; – niciodata nu devine plictisitor.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;culorile toamnei&lt;/span&gt; – arta mamei natura.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;persoane care te fac sa zambesti numai daca te gandesti la ele&lt;/span&gt; – oriune ai fi si orice ai face.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;atingerea calda a persoanei iubite&lt;/span&gt; – e atingerea pe care nu o are nimeni altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cand realizezi ca oamenii citesc ceea ce scrii&lt;/span&gt; – cuvintele nu pot explica asta. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;multumesc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-6345154327404697374?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6345154327404697374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-money-cant-buy.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6345154327404697374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/6345154327404697374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-money-cant-buy.html' title='what money can&apos;t buy...'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-2555379256443774791</id><published>2009-09-25T22:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:53:49.764+03:00</updated><title type='text'>draga narcisistule...</title><content type='html'>te consideri superior tuturor celor care te inconjoara;&lt;br /&gt;orgoliul tau nemeritat se ridica mult deasupra mediei;&lt;br /&gt;iti hranesti mandria umilindu-i pe altii;&lt;br /&gt;atunci cand ranesti pe cineva &lt;br /&gt;te simti mai bine decat dupa un orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretinzi ca esti inteligent; &lt;br /&gt;dar lasa-ma sa iti spun ceva:&lt;br /&gt;a memora o carte si a o recita&lt;br /&gt;nu te face inteligent.&lt;br /&gt;asta arata doar lipsa ta de cunostinte in toate domeniile care conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;citand fapte care nu au fost descoperite de tine&lt;br /&gt;arata ca tu poti folosi doar cunostintele altor oameni,&lt;br /&gt;nu ale tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adevarata intelepciune vine in urma experientelor de viata,&lt;br /&gt;a experientelor personale&lt;br /&gt;si in urma a ceea ce inveti din ele.&lt;br /&gt;o carte nu te va invata niciodata&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce te invata viata.&lt;br /&gt;nici o persoana nu te poate invata&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce inveti pe propria piele.&lt;br /&gt;poti invata doar din ceea ce vezi cu ochii tai,&lt;br /&gt;orice altceva este doar o informatie primita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocea aceea pe care o folosesti cu atata pasiune &lt;br /&gt;pentru a-ti sustine inteligenta,&lt;br /&gt;pentru a-ti dovedi superioritatea,&lt;br /&gt;nu face decat sa arate cat esti de fals.&lt;br /&gt;lipsa ta de intelegere,&lt;br /&gt;aroganta ta,&lt;br /&gt;nu fac decat sa arate opusul a ceea ce vrei sa pari.&lt;br /&gt;probabil ar trebui sa iti dresezi propria voce&lt;br /&gt;inainte de a arata prea mult din adevaratul &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nu; corectitudinea mea nu arata superioritatea ta.&lt;br /&gt;aceia care sunt corecti nu se cearta cu cei ca tine,&lt;br /&gt;asta ar insemna doar sa coboram la nivelul tau.&lt;br /&gt;tacerea este cea mai dura insulta pe care o poate primi cineva,&lt;br /&gt;deoarece arata ca cei ca tine nu merita consumul de timp sau energie&lt;br /&gt;pentru cearta, sau chiar conversatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si inca o data, nu; fricile mele nu arata superioritatea ta.&lt;br /&gt;sunt om si am toate drepturile sa am unele temeri.&lt;br /&gt;tu, pe de alta parte, nu ai nici un drept sa mi le scoti in evidenta,&lt;br /&gt;sau sa te folosesti de temerile mele&lt;br /&gt;si sa ma ataci in moduri care stii ca ma dor.&lt;br /&gt;cu toate astea, poti incerca cat de mult doresti &lt;br /&gt;sa ma invingi cu maretia ta;&lt;br /&gt;dar la sfarsitul zilei, tu nu insemni nimic in ochii mei.&lt;br /&gt;nu imi voi permite sa iti ofer vreo forma de putere&lt;br /&gt;asupra sentimentelor sau actiunilor mele.&lt;br /&gt;nu iti voi oferi darul lacrimilor mele, &lt;br /&gt;deoarece tu nu meriti nici o satisfactie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, din nou, lasa-ma sa iti spun ceva:&lt;br /&gt;aceia care sunt cu adevarat superiori,&lt;br /&gt;nu au nevoie sa declare asta singuri.&lt;br /&gt;aceia care sunt cu adevarat superiori,&lt;br /&gt;cunosc sensul cuvintelor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;compasiune&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sensibilitate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;modestie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;si nu numai ca il cunosc,&lt;br /&gt;il si aplica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu, pe de alta parte, esti o scuza patetica pentru o fiinta umana.&lt;br /&gt;si poate ai vrea sa-ti scoti capul dintre picioare,&lt;br /&gt;deoarece il umpli de rahat; &lt;br /&gt;barfe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jegoase&lt;/span&gt; despre altii, pentru a fi mai exacta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-2555379256443774791?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2555379256443774791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/draga-narcisistule.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2555379256443774791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/2555379256443774791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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banal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt nascuta in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;decembrie&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt; esti.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;capricorn&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt; esti.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;incapatanata&lt;/span&gt;. tu faci &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tot ce iti spun altii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;impulsiva&lt;/span&gt;. tie iti ia mai mult &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa gandesti&lt;/span&gt;, decat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa actionezi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;energica&lt;/span&gt;. tu esti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sedentar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;optimista&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu crezi in minuni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu am locuit in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bucuresti&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stelista&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt; esti.&lt;br /&gt;eu iubesc &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;manchester united&lt;/span&gt;. tie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu iti place fotbalul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;parintii mei &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sunt divortati&lt;/span&gt;. ai tai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu sunt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ambii mei parinti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;s-au recasatorit&lt;/span&gt;. ai tai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu am o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sora vitrega adorabila la bucuresti&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt; ai.&lt;br /&gt;eu iubesc tot ce tine de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mcfly&lt;/span&gt;. tu nici &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu ai auzit de ei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu ador serialul &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one tree hill&lt;/span&gt;. tu nici &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu stii despre e vorba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu imi iubesc&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; prietenii&lt;/span&gt;. tie nici &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu iti pasa de ei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa ascult muzica&lt;/span&gt;. tie iti plac &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;manelele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa dansez&lt;/span&gt;. tu te &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;impiedici&lt;/span&gt; in propriile picioare.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa ma plimb&lt;/span&gt;. tie iti place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa stai in fata televizorului&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa spun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. tu nici macar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu stii ce inseamna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa scriu&lt;/span&gt;. tu nici &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu stii sa scrii corect gramatical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa citesc&lt;/span&gt;. tie ti se pare &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o rusine sa fi vazut cu o carte in mana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie nu imi plac &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;glumele proaste&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;le faci mereu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie nu imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa fiu mintita&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;minti tot timpul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie nu imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa nu imi pot ajuta prietenii&lt;/span&gt;. tu nici macar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu incerci sa ii ajuti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu vreau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa intru la jurnalism&lt;/span&gt;. tie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu iti pasa unde, sau daca, intri la facultate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu vreau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa imi cumpar un audi s8&lt;/span&gt;. tu astepti pe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cineva care sa iti cumpere seria 5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu vreau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa iubesc si sa fiu iubita&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"iubesti" doar din interes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu vreau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa fac bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;. tie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iti e frica si sa stai pe balcon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place tot ce tine de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;. tie iti place doar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa zambesc&lt;/span&gt;. tu consideri ca &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lumea nu merita zambetele tale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;limba engleza&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu stii nici o limba straina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie nu imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;muzica comerciala&lt;/span&gt;. tie iti place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;undeva in balcani&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mie nu imi place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lady gaga&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o venerezi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu detest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;piesa poker face&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o adori&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu am fost la concert &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the killers&lt;/span&gt;. tu ai fost la concert &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dj project&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am incredere in mine&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu ai incredere in nimeni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cred in dragoste&lt;/span&gt;. tu inca &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;te mai intrebi daca exista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ambitioasa&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;te multumesti cu ceea ce ti se ofera &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fara efort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imi inec fricile in tacere&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;le strigi in gura mare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imi imping inhibitiile in lumina reflectoarelor&lt;/span&gt;. tie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ti-e frica de scena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu cred in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inspirat&lt;/span&gt;. tu crezi in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;expirat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu cred in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vise&lt;/span&gt;. tu crezi in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;somn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu cred in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trait&lt;/span&gt;. tu crezi in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;existat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;un dezastru&lt;/span&gt;. tu te consideri &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perfectiunea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;traiesc&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;supravietuiesti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu iubesc &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ploile calde in noptile de vara&lt;/span&gt;. tie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iti este teama de apa de ploaie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu merg in cluburi foarte des&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mergi in fiecare weekend&lt;/span&gt;, asa ai auzit ca e cool.&lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am mereu un motiv pentru a fi fericita&lt;/span&gt;. tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;plangi in fiecare noapte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. tu nu vei fi asta &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;niciodata&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/8006442984268879849-4230098290041382477?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-8809151974883319451</id><published>2009-09-16T21:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:20:30.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>autobiography.</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: not now, actually.&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: fakers.&lt;br /&gt;- Allergies: kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;- Animal: not in my house.&lt;br /&gt;- Actor: edward norton.&lt;br /&gt;- Athlete: cesc fabregas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Band: mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: thanks, but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday: december.&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite/same sex: lips, eyes.&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf: blind; i can’t imagine living without mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: those showers followed by rainbows, in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Been bitched about?: well of course.&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: yes, and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: maybe in another universe.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: i must admit i do, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: that harry potter kind of magic? no.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan: no.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: used to.&lt;br /&gt;- Book: the twilight saga, the girl who played with fire.&lt;br /&gt;- Brand: fishbone, sephora, baby phat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: not yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Cartoon: chip &amp; dale.&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: most definitely chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: cheese cake or apple pie, hard to only choose one.&lt;br /&gt;- Color: blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: night.&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: audi s8, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: everytime i hear some music i like.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain?: love to.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the middle of the street?: only by the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: not so often.&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: green.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: something they’re afraid of, even if they don’t admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: ok, screw school.&lt;br /&gt;- Food: lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: darkness.&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair color: black.&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 1.76 m.&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: most of the time, for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays: christmas.&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: of old age, sorrounded by friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: almost always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- Job: none yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: a boy and a girl, sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: karate.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: I wanna live a life I’m gonna remember even if I don’t write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: can’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;- Love: so many things I can’t even think of them all right now.&lt;br /&gt;- Letter: m.&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: a few times.&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: too... cheesy for my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavor: does it have different flavors?&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: fight club, I guess; actually, I love loads of them movies.&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone?: uuuhm, no.&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: someday.&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: no.&lt;br /&gt;- McD's or BK: KFC, actually.&lt;br /&gt;- Music: couldn’t live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of siblings: one step sister.&lt;br /&gt;- Number of piercings: do my earings count?&lt;br /&gt;- Number: 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- Overused phrases: “screw this”, “i hate this shit”.&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: to publish a book, someday.&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia: darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Pasttime: writing.&lt;br /&gt;- PC Game: sims 3.&lt;br /&gt;- Place you'd like to live: greece.&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;- Perfume: mexx, sunshine by naomi campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quail: ok now, what’s that?&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: sometimes, when i get reaaally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: anger.&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V.: flip that house, take home chef, say yes to the dress.&lt;br /&gt;- Radio station: i don’t quite listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: not too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: you can’t expect me to just name one.&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 40, european size.&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: love it.&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school: it’s healthy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: no, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked?: used to.&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped?: once.&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: well yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: i’d love to.&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: everytime.&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: bad habit, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed animals?: yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: doesn’t really matter.&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: strawberries win hands down.&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: i’m actually curious what they’ll come up with next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Team: Manchester United FC.&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: don’t have one.&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: i hate thunders.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?: sorry, i can’t.&lt;br /&gt;- TV Show: one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding?: if i make a great effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: beans.&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: don’t have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: i tend to care too much, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: rain in the winter. what was snow invented for?!&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with a book on your head?: when i buy a pair of high heels.&lt;br /&gt;- Writer: stephenie meyer, stieg larsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now: 2009.&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow: what about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: panther.&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is actually more than you would’ve asked, i guess. but hey, these things may actually come in handy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;__madii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-8809151974883319451?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8809151974883319451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/autobiography.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8809151974883319451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/8809151974883319451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/autobiography.html' title='autobiography.'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006442984268879849.post-4595934404177118709</id><published>2009-09-09T21:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:21:51.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>şi mi-e frică...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;de intuneric&lt;/span&gt;, mai ales atunci cand sunt singura afara. dar mi-e frica de intuneric si in propria-mi casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;de singuratate&lt;/span&gt;; nu imi place sa fac nimic singura. nici macar sa plang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;de moarte&lt;/span&gt;, si nu atat de mult mi-e frica de ideea de a muri, decat de cea de a nu fi realizat pana atunci tot ce imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca nu voi reusi niciodata sa scriu o carte&lt;/span&gt;, lucru pentru care stiu ca e nevoie de multa vointa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca voi fi uitata dupa moarte&lt;/span&gt;, ceea ce ar insemna ca mi-as pierde toti prietenii pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca nu voi fi o mama buna&lt;/span&gt;, lucru de care cred ca se tem toate femeile, la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa nu ranesc persoanele dragi din jurul meu&lt;/span&gt;, ceea ce nu as face niciodata intentionat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca urmatoarea persoana pe care o voi iubi nu ma va iubi inapoi&lt;/span&gt;, iar asta m-ar durea enorm de mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca nu voi intra la jurnalism&lt;/span&gt;, iar atunci nu stiu ce voi face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pentru prietenii mei&lt;/span&gt;, nu as suporta sa li se intample ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa ma aflu singura in ape adanci&lt;/span&gt;, ma tem ca m-as panica in cazul unui carcel, de exemplu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa fiu barfita&lt;/span&gt;, iar persoanele importante pentru mine sa creada zvonurile neadevarate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca noi vom ramane doar prieteni&lt;/span&gt;, si ma va durea cand imi vei povesti despre alte fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ca nu te voi avea&lt;/span&gt;, asa cum stii ca imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa nu te pierd&lt;/span&gt;... ( * )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* daca citesti asta si imi esti apropiat, considera ca ma refer la tine. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8006442984268879849-4595934404177118709?l=x-point-of-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4595934404177118709/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-mi-e-frica.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/4595934404177118709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8006442984268879849/posts/default/4595934404177118709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-point-of-view.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-mi-e-frica.html' title='şi mi-e frică...'/><author><name>madii.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296281009046373930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJNg1o4C8Ro/Si-5of1BWCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MIJ5jhhuehQ/S220/IMG_2656+-+hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
