tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30062052214323261152024-02-19T04:21:21.502+02:00De toate pentru toti...sau pentru mine!Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-64044757276829773532011-06-17T04:50:00.004+03:002011-06-17T04:59:42.236+03:00:)Talking to an old friend made me thing about stuff! As always, when I talk to him! Made me think about who I am, what I want, what I have accomplished...if accomplished anything! It 5 o'clock in the morning, I cannot sleep, and they say that thinking during the night is the worst thing one could do!<div>Soon, my Erasmus semester will end! I am not sure whether I have changed during this period, although i would like to think that I did...in a good way of course! I have made myself important first! I've become more responsible, and yet I would like to think that there still is a child inside of me!</div><div>Independence felt good, but it's time to go back to my reality, to wake up from the dream that has become Italy! I will never forget these 4 months that I spent here. However, I miss the things that kept me happy at home!</div><div>A toast for Italy and me! For I have survived one of the biggest challenges in my life, so far!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-34258552544107223642011-04-27T20:33:00.003+03:002011-04-27T20:37:44.473+03:00"Missing title"As I said in former posts, expectations bring along disappointments. <div>I have been waiting for this Easter holiday so much time, the way home was the longest road I had to go on...But as days passed, I realized that I had too many expectations from this holiday..and now, I am disappointed. I haven't done half the things I wanted to do while being at home, and on top of that, I am sick now! Great..</div><div>It's Wednesday already, and on Sunday I am heading towards Italy again..Great. I miss my roommate and my friends there, but I know I will miss my home...</div><div>Maybe I will finally learn that I shouldn't expect so much out of everything...</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-81495392034424373592011-04-06T03:26:00.002+03:002011-04-06T03:29:38.423+03:00...Life is exactly the way you want it to be, the way you want to live it and you are exactly who you want to be...even in front of yourself. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Good for you ;) :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But who are you lying to in the end?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-85716748778302675172011-04-02T03:44:00.002+03:002011-04-06T03:31:47.424+03:00Taking or not taking risks?<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">People can be divided in too many categories: simple, complicated, rich, poor, adventurous, afraid and the list can continue. In this essay, I shall try to point out the differences between those who prefer to do what they are already good at and those people who prefer to try new things and take risks.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">One of the bad things that is surrounding us nowadays is commodity. In my opinion, I think that this is one of the reasons why people prefer to do things that they are already good at. Another factor is fear. Fear…a human emotion or feeling that makes people retreat to their shell. Fear and commodity are the two biggest enemies of a human being, because, due to these conditions, a person can miss many unique occasions in their lifetime.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">On the other hand, those who take risks can be both fortunate and unfortunate, depending on the situation. A person can take risks in order to achieve a higher position on the social scale, or climb a mountain, or do bungee jumping or many other adventurous things.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p>To be honest, I prefer taking risks although I do things I already know I am good at. I think that (almost) everything is worth to try it once. If one does not like it, one does not have to repeat it. However, we can never know if a thing is good or not if we do not try it.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>In conclusion, I think that every person should try (almost) everything at least once, in order to know if that thing is good or bad for them, or if they enjoy it or not. Taking risks sometimes is good, can be constructive and may “open some doors”.</p>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-86749910021434403942011-03-26T01:58:00.002+02:002011-03-26T02:09:26.976+02:00There's more to me than meets the eye!Don't you hate when people look at you for the first time and think they have you all figured out? Because I do!<div>They think that if you talk in a certain way, or act in a certain way, you are like this or like that. They give you names, act by prejudice and think that they are better than you. Most of the times, they are worse. And if someone tells them that, they feel offended. Maybe they forgot to look themselves in the mirror once in a while, and if they really see who they are, or really know who they are, then they should speak about someone else. It's certain that no one really knows who they are! I don't know who I really am, yet I know myself. I wonder if the things you like, or the music you listen to, or the words you say define a person. </div><div>They say that "the eyes are the mirror of one's soul". I cannot agree with that. Why?! Because your eyes can express what ever you want them to express, what ever you want people to see in them. You choose how to look at the person in front of you, no matter of the topic of your discussion. </div><div>For example, if you are impressed, your eyes are big; if you lie, you look the other way. You don't come with an "user manual"...you can be impressed by something and yet, don't express anything.</div><div>So I guess, falsity surrounds us everywhere, unless we want to change that.</div><div>One can choose to be happy or not, show that is is happy or not, or just choose to be affected or not by the things that happen in general. </div><div>It's just the way it goes...it does not go by default, but by choice!</div><div><br /></div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-25045196422310677052011-03-24T22:04:00.004+02:002011-03-24T22:28:52.208+02:00Life-changing experience...So...uhmmm...Italy...Erasmus..Residence...<div><br /></div><div>I miss my home, but I now consider this my home. It's only been a month, however, I got used to the city, to my room, to my roommate...</div><div>There are no appropriate words to describe what I am living here. Regardless of the money, I couldn't have gone to a better place! I am afraid, though, that I will not want to go home anymore! At this point, it doesn't seem normal..I should miss my home...is it bad that I don't?! I know it is a contradiction to what I said in the beginning, but now it seems real!</div><div>On Monday night, 28th March, I am going to Brussels at the European forum on Decentralized Cooperation...what more can I want? :)</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-79587341416737421162011-01-30T21:15:00.001+02:002011-01-30T21:18:32.544+02:00SceneFZ Free Sign-ups<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><b>In perioada 28.01 - 06.02 <span>[FREE SIGN-UP] </span>SceneFZ isi deschide portile noilor useri.</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a name="417891"><span id="post-417891"><table class="tableinborder" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="4" style="background-color: rgb(45, 45, 45); "><tbody><tr valign="top"><td class="tableb" style="font-size: 8pt; background-color: rgb(41, 41, 41); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; "><span id="postbody_417891"><span ><b>In acelasi timp tot pentru a veni in ajutorul userilor SceneFZ a creat 3 noi categorii:<br />1. 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Muah</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-81568436916312009272010-11-01T21:45:00.004+02:002010-11-01T21:53:32.003+02:00Dragii mei, in zilele urmatoare va voi "plictisi" cu un eseu, lung, foarte lung, cu care am participat la un concurs international (am ramas cu participarea). Tema este despre democratie si daca aceasta intr-adevar ne ofera ceva, iar daca ne ofera, ce anume ne ofera. In acest eseu, veti gasi, bineinteles, pareri pur personale vis-a-vis de ceea ce cred eu despre acest sistem.<div><br /></div><div>Sper sa il gasiti macar interesant, daca nu, astept critici.</div><div><br /></div><div>Motivul pentru care acesta este foarte lung, este pentru ca limita era 3000 de cuvinte, si niciodata nu reusesc sa ma limitez xD.</div><div><br /></div><div>^^</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Acel eseu vizeaza strict domeniul meu de studiu, adica stiintele politice = ...mult bla bla :D</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-89046925010047756592010-10-28T01:14:00.002+03:002010-10-28T01:17:38.045+03:00Italy...here I come!Ei da...plec in Italia...ce-i drept, in februarie , dar totusi...plec pentru 6 luni de zile...fara vreo 5 zile in care vin acasa...<div>Cat imi e de groaza cand ma gandesc, dar deh...cica astfel de ocazii nu trebuie ratate...</div><div>Dar oare cate voi rata cat voi fi acolo?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu, nu merg sa lucrez, merg la studii, dar si asa...</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-58114268862327467322010-05-22T11:59:00.003+03:002010-10-22T22:31:20.271+03:00People always leave...Destination is irrelevant... However, they all go someplace else.....They leave in order to achieve their goals, to have a better life, a career, a decent way of living!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>~~I shall continue later~~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Continuarea: 22.10.2010</div><div><br /></div><div>Au trebuit sa treaca exact 5 luni sa realizez ca as mai avea lucruri de spus! Nu am facut foarte multe in aceste 5 luni, nu cred ca am evoluat in vreun fel si sper ca nu am involuat in alt fel. </div><div>Anul II a inceput, si ma apropii cu pasi vertiginosi de lumea reala...</div><div>Doesn't that suck? :)</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-34614608207469704482010-03-30T22:45:00.003+03:002010-03-30T22:58:17.725+03:00Changes...Ce poate fi mai frumos decat primavara? Cand natura reinvie dupa iarna lunga si grea....<div><br /></div><div>Da..asta ne invatau la scoala, cand eram mici si creduli..nu naivi...creduli...pentru ca naivi suntem si azi...sau cel putin eu!</div><div><br /></div><div>Cat e de superb sa ma plimb pe strada, cu castile in urechi, ascult muzica si uitandu-ma la fiecare in parte...fiecare persoana cu probleme si gandurile sale...fiecare persoana cu o alta expresie a fetzei! Cate zambete false si promisiuni desarte pe fetzele multora dintre ei...cata nonsalanta si dispret! Va detest!</div><div><br /></div><div>Atat!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-88056545199341172592010-01-29T10:31:00.003+02:002010-01-29T10:37:08.144+02:00No title..no end..no closure...It's been a long time since I've written anything, and it feels like, yet again, I have nothing to write about! I can't even think of a title for this post...Feels like I have no inspiration left! Used to be able to write about anything, everything I could think of, every experience (good or bad), every feeling... Have I changed? Have we all changed?! <div>Sadly...I have..maybe we all have...The reason I say sadly is beacause I did not need a change...I guess I needed closure...yes...closure for the final chapter of my story....And since I do not have that closure...I cannot call it a final chapter, can I?!</div><div>Is it the end? Or is the end yours to write? :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I finished writing it..I found a title :)</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-82186787645707120872009-10-10T13:29:00.001+03:002009-10-10T13:29:47.970+03:00Tyler Hilton - Missing you<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwsT9qNW2vs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwsT9qNW2vs</a><div><br /></div><div>What a song....</div><div>What a voice...</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-86713797059149092492009-10-08T09:28:00.002+03:002009-10-08T09:46:45.141+03:00Once upon an october...It doesn't feel right when you have the tittle but can not write anything about it, does it? I don't know about you but this is what has just happened to me. I wanted to write something nice, maybe a cute story, but I'll end up writing about God knows what...<div>Something like: This october I started going to the university...first year! See?!...Life is usually about getting to know an amount of people, and by the time you think you know them quite well, you become friends and you do several activities or just work with them....you have to go...you have to move out in another city, you get a promotion, you go to university someplace else! Things like this always happen...And then,maybe you end up alone, at least until you get to meet someone who can partly fill the emptyness the others have left. </div><div>I didn't leave the city I live in...I have my friends, my family with me...but others have left it. They left me here, they left their families...I wonder where did they get the courage from?! Because I couldn't leave! Maybe I'm just a coward little girl, afraid to let go of what I've built home!</div><div><br /></div><div>These are just some thoughts that ran through my mind....once upon an october....</div><div>Maybe many more to come!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-21878089093361059302009-09-08T13:29:00.002+03:002009-09-08T13:37:09.751+03:00A trecut si vara!Cu toate ca multe alte persoane au zis-o inaintea mea, iar eu am continuat sa neg lucrul asta, am ajuns sa spun si eu: "A trecut si vara asta!"...din pacate. Nu ca as fi apucat eu sa fac prea multe, sa calatoresc sau sa ma flexez in spatele blocului, asa cum faceam in anii trecuti...toata vara am petrecut-o intr-o piata...de flori! Bine...nu pe gratis, dar totusi...o vara intreaga (dupa bac), o vara in care puteam sa merg pe strand, sa ma balacesc toata ziua....si totusi nu regret..mi-am facut prieteni, am ras (ca nebunii)....mai cateva zile...si gata si lucrul.<div>Si incepe faculta...si ce se va mai intampla vom vedea atunci!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-67774861668536252332009-07-15T22:36:00.004+03:002009-07-15T23:03:09.993+03:00Nah sara bună....Pe cum citeam eu blogul lui Miştotică al nostru...(<a href="http://mistotica.wordpress.com/">http://mistotica.wordpress.com/</a>) şi râdeam cu lacrimi la ce îi poate debita creieraşul neodihnit (sau aşa susţine el), mi-am dat seama totuşi ce înseamnă (cât de cât) - pentru el - o zi din viaţa lui, dar care pentru noi pare atât de amuzantă (cel puţin pentru mine), dar nah...În fine...<div>Bă frate..eu l-am cunoscut pe al nostru Muciulică pe forum-ul Radioului 21 (reclamă pe faţă, "ai nău"), şi se dădea el mare grandoman pe acolo, cu niste replici de-ţi venea să taci. Oricum, cei care-l cunoaştem ştim că este un egocentrist convins, de o lene inconfundabilă, de un psihic pus sub semnul întrebării (in sensul bun şi nebun :D) şi de un calm (câteodată) de te enervează la culme!</div><div>Bine, faptul că a vrut să-l ia la bătaie pe papiţoiul de la Vodafone e un exemplu nedemn în cazul calmului său, dar hai să nu exemplificăm :D.</div><div>Mirculică e genul de persoană, care, dacă vede că nu eşti în apele tale, te ajută să îţi revii...asta dacă ii dai ocazia! (sau dacă e chiar curios de ce ai!). Nu , nu-i fac altar, dar dacă eu consider că asta-i o metodă de a-mi arăta gratitudinea pentru momentele în care mi-a fost alături, pe lângă toate celelalte persoane.</div><div><br /></div><div>Şi încă ceva...Mirciule...de ţi-i se urcă la cap, ne supărăm!!! :))</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S.: Avand in vedere commentul ce mi-i l-a lasat, este de un narcisism irecuperabil!!!!!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-51500574879238442832009-07-04T13:46:00.005+03:002009-07-04T13:54:55.188+03:00Şi plouă, plouă, plouă peste inima mea....La un moment dat, în viaţa fiecărei persoane, trebuie luată o decizie...o decizie ce poate-i va afecta starea atât fizică cât şi psihică...de ce trebuie luate astfel de decizii?<div>Un lucru atât de mic....poate schimba totul...ce mizer! Detaliile odată irelevante, azi şi-au atins relevanţa maximă! Şi când te uiţi în urmă....bineînţeles: "Trebuia să..."...</div><div>Nu trebuie să mă înţelegeţi...nici eu nu mă înţeleg....sau poate mă înţeleg, dar nu trebuie să ştie nimeni....nimeni...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Şi din nou..rămâne o întâmplare...un regret tardiv... o imagine teribilă a ceea ce va fi... o amintire a ceea ce a fost....un lego a ceea ce ar fi trebuit sa fie....numai că de această dată...una din piesele de lego...s-a pierdut şi nu o vei gasi nici tu, nici eu, nici nimeni!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-86160841543220457662009-06-08T13:35:00.003+03:002009-06-08T13:42:24.598+03:003 zile...Atat a mai ramas...din tot ce a fost...va mai ramane o festivitate...o garoafa, si-o diploma....vor fi amintiri, suspine....albume....si-o filmare....<div>Imi va fi dor....de tot ce-a fost..de tot ce nu a fost..de voi, de noi, de mine, de tine..de tot ceea ce am reprezentat NOI 4 ani de zile....</div><div>Felicitari promotia 2008-2009...time to go...</div><div><br /></div><div>Gonna miss you guys!!!</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-13364551618240812092009-05-24T10:37:00.001+03:002009-05-24T10:37:14.687+03:00:))<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1632&fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1632&fullscreen=1"></object>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-74240455057405620532009-05-22T18:32:00.011+03:002009-05-22T19:02:05.912+03:00Ea e femeia...<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe care el si-o doreste doar o noapte si tu toata viata, iar a doua zi el o doreste toata viata si tu doar pt o noapte </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care stie sa rada chiar si atunci cand sufletul ii plange </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe care ti-e frica sa o iei in brate ca sa nu o ranesti dar pe care o ranesti pt ca ti-e frica sa iubesti </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe toti o arata cu degetul dar toti o vor </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia de care ti-e dor dar pe care nu vrei sa o mai vezi </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia dupa care tu</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">plangi atunci cand esti cu cealalta </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care nu zice nu </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care are grija de tine atunci cand nu te astepti </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care te iubeste in tacere </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care se bucura pt reusitele tale si sufera pt esecurile tale fara ca tu sa iti dai seama </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe care ai pierdut-o atunci cand ai incercat sa o castigi </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe care o strigi noaptea in vis fara sa vrei </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pe care o urasti ca o iubesti atat de mult </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care stie sa te aline </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care poata sa faca totul motivata doar de faptul ca existi </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia care nu se lasa cucerita de o gramada de bani ci de o gramada de sentimente </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia al carui zambet nu il poti uita si ale carei lacrimi te-au marcat pe viata </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia in care gasesti mereu un copil de care sa ai grija dar e destul de matura incat sa se descurce singura si sa stie ce vrea de la viata.... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia de care ti-e dor chiar si atunci cand e langa tine </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia pt care totul nu e de ajuns </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeiea pt care ai face orice dar de care iti este frica </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia visurilor tale dar tu alegi sa stai langa alta </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia ce te iubeste neincetat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ea e femeia ce iti stapaneste gandurile </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ea .... </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-29862770577743743952009-05-21T19:08:00.001+03:002009-05-21T19:08:30.249+03:00Gri!<div>Plâns de cobe pe la geamuri se opri,</div><div>Şi pe lume plumb de iarnă s-a lăsat;</div><div>„I-auzi corbii” ─ mi-am zis singur... şi-am oftat;</div><div>Iar în zarea grea de plumb</div><div>Ninge gri.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ca şi zarea, gândul meu se înnegri...</div><div>Şi de lume tot mai singur, mai barbar,</div><div>Trist cu-o pană mătur vatra, solitar...</div><div>Iar în zarea grea de plumb</div><div>Ninge gri.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(George Bacovia, Gri)</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-28984573925155242012009-05-10T19:06:00.002+03:002009-05-10T19:20:48.144+03:00poems...<div>Firul de sânge care-mi iese din buzunar</div><div>firul de lână care-mi iese din ochi</div><div>firul de tutun care-mi iese din urechi</div><div>firul de flăcări care-mi iese din nări</div><div><br /></div><div>Tu poţi crede că urechile mele fumează</div><div>dar oamenii au rămas ţintuiţi în mijlocul străzii</div><div>pentru că în noaptea asta se vor vopsi în negru toate statuile</div><div>şi va fi insomnia mea aceea pe care o vei cunoaşte</div><div>o insomnie oarecare de cretă şi de argilă</div><div>o insomnie ca o sobă sau ca o uşe</div><div>sau mai bine ca golul unei uşi</div><div>şi în dosul acestei uşi vreau să vorbim de memorie</div><div><br /></div><div>vreau să mă miroşi ca pe o fereastră</div><div>vreau să mă auzi ca pe un arbore</div><div>vreau să mă pipăi ca pe o scară</div><div>vreau să mă vezi ca pe un turn</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(Gellu Naum, Oglinda oarbă)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>De-abia plecaseşi. Te-am rugat să pleci.<br /></div><div><div>Te urmăream de-a lungul molatecii poteci,</div><div>Pân-ai pierit, la capăt, prin trifoi.</div><div>Nu te-ai uitat o dată înapoi!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ţi-aş fi făcut un semn, după plecare,</div><div>Dar ce-i un semn de umbră-n depărtare?</div><div><br /></div><div>Voiam să pleci, voiam şi să rămâi.</div><div>Ai ascultat de gândul cel dintâi.</div><div>Nu te oprise gândul fără glas.</div><div>De ce-ai plecat? De ce-ai mai fi rămas?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(Tudor Arghezi, De-abia plecaseşi)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Când stai în tren şi pleacă trenul vecin,</div><div>De ce ai impresia că ai plecat</div><div>Tu?</div><div><br /></div><div>Primăvara şi toamna</div><div>Te tot uiţi pe cer, pierdut în gânduri,</div><div>Stoluri de păsări vin,</div><div>Stoluri de păsări pleacă,</div><div>De ce ai impresia că mergi tu?</div><div><br /></div><div>Toată viaţa m-am uitat pe fereastră</div><div>Pironit într-un colţ</div><div>De autobuz, de tren, de vapor</div><div>Hurducat de căruţă</div><div>M-am uitat cum fug de mine copacii,</div><div>Oameni, oraşe, continente</div><div>De ce sunt copleşit de atâtea emoţii,</div><div>De ce am impresia că am cunoscut lumea?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(Marin Sorescu, Pleacă trenul)</div></div></div><div><br /></div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-83706302629931107582009-04-30T17:23:00.003+03:002009-04-30T18:28:34.120+03:00We learn both through studying and through the experience that life gives us!Since childhood, we spend our lives sitting in some school desks, four, five, six, seven hours a day, drawing lines, learning the ABC, trying to be the best in all that we can. As years pass by, we learn more and more things, we get involved in many extra-curricular activities, trying to make our school life as easy and as joyful as it can be.<div>Day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, as we grow up, we start to think of other things than just how to get good marks or to impress ourselves with how good or bad we actually are. When we reach adolescence, our feelings start taking attitude, we fall in love, we make many friends with whom we go out and have fun.</div><div>In this part of our life, school can not interfere. Although we learn many things in school, it does not teach us how to love. This chapter of our lives is teached and learned by ourselves, and if something goes wrong...well...that is where experience gets involved.</div><div>From all the things we are being taught in school, some are let outside for experience to teach us. It is said that experince is the worst teacher of them all in one's life, because, at first it gives you the test, and then it teaches you the lesson. For example, in a relationship, you know what to avoid, but at some point, you make a mistake, and only after you suffer the consequences, you learn that you shouldn't have said or done what you did.</div><div>Once we finish school and face real life, we get to realise that what we've learned in theory is much harder to put into practice. We have to make our way through life, and try to avoid hitting the walls that surround us, so that the pursuit of happiness is much easier.</div><div>That is why, we learn both through studying and through the experiences that life gives us.</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006205221432326115.post-58036018145378247572009-04-15T22:54:00.003+03:002009-04-15T23:13:23.784+03:00Delaying misery...Once upon a time there was this little girl..trying desperately to convince herself that...one day...a prince in shining armour would come and rescue her from all that's bad in her life..They would run away...and live happily ever after...Cute story, right?<div><br /></div><div>Well...in the real world, none of this can happen...These stories were created, for us, children like me, to imagine that one day, they would be able to live the story, or rewrite it the way they wanted to, but as similar as possible to the original one! </div><div>But who lived a fairytale? I know I didn't...Have you? If you did, congratulations...but don't give us the recipe..Our Prince Charming will show up one day..The day our misery has reached it's final point..and we'll be smiling, looking up from six feet under!</div><div>No, I am not trying to make a drama scene by writing this, but, why do good things come in short supplies? Why don't we have enough time to enjoy good things? Why do we have the tendency to waste them all? Why do we throw good this away from us, and realise that only long after we did that? Who are we to judge the judgement of others?</div><div><br /></div><div>Who am I to judge you?</div><div>And...</div><div>Who am I, in the end, to ask all these questions?</div>Dedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230553404920937544noreply@blogger.com0