<?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-4726356214866498148</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:21:18.525-08:00</updated><category term='ninsoare'/><category term='noapte'/><category term='vesnicie'/><category term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>hORrorSCop3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-3048110871656658780</id><published>2011-08-24T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:46:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevoia de schimbare...</title><content type='html'>intr-un final a venit si nevoia mea de schimbare, asa ca am facut alt blog, tot cu acelasi nume, ce drept :-?? pe asta nu voi mai posta, pentru ca habar nu am de ce :)) blog nou: http://sweetchloroform.blogspot.com/ &amp;nbsp;Poate ca e si &amp;nbsp;pentru ca m-am mai schimbat si eu putin? :-?? Era inevitabil, mai ales ca eu cred ca va incepe o noua etapa a vietii mele :)) Bye, ne vedem pe noul blog :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-3048110871656658780?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/3048110871656658780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/08/nevoia-de-schimbare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3048110871656658780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3048110871656658780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/08/nevoia-de-schimbare.html' title='Nevoia de schimbare...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-7603026129686988333</id><published>2011-05-28T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:46:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:...Intunecime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Un val de ceata, foarte subtire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acaparase mormintele reci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totul era scufundat in nesimtire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caci ieri veneai, azi nu mai treci...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerul era mutilat periodic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ploaia de fulgere fosforescente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si in cimitir totul era ilogic,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se rezuma la ganduri adiacente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intunecimea norilor infuriati&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuprinse demult lumina rece,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Razbunandu-se, stropii  erau scuturati,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caci ieri veneati, azi nimeni nu mai trece...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-7603026129686988333?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/7603026129686988333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/intunecime.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/7603026129686988333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/7603026129686988333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/intunecime.html' title=':...Intunecime...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-3711080446552000811</id><published>2011-05-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:20:45.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:..3 days with Afi //.^ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;really, am inceput sa ma gandesc la cum si-ar petrece cineva 3 zile cu mine. E foarte ciudat, mai ales luandu-mi in calcul calitatile: incepand de la ideea ca tot ce sta cu mine e al meu [*dupa jucariile de plus], pana la atentia de care am nevoie, egoismul si invidia, mai ales primul, tipice zodiei, sensibilitatea exagerata si fragilitatea cu sensul de "dezechilibru", "slabiciune" [imi cunosc defectele :)) ]Anyway, ideea ar fi funny :-))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rima zi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;~ o zi de joi, tipica de scoala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Cu toate ca dimineata a sosit, soarele e deja pe cer, eu nu prea as avea cum sa ma trezesc. As dormi in continuare, profitand de caldura plapumei, de faptul ca asternutul e moale, de intunericul oferit de jaluzele trase...&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca te-ai trezi inaintea mea... poate ai avea putina mila sa ma trezesti si pe mine :o3 altfel nu cred ca m-as mai trezi. Dupa trezit ar incepe graba. Baia ar reprezenta o problema. Eu as sta circa o ora, iar cand ar veni randul tau te-as grabi, as dramatiza, as plange lipsa mamei, care m-ar fi trezit cu 15 min mai repede decat timpul necesar [cum ma stie ea :-" ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apoi am ajunge la scoala, unde mi-as cere scuze intregii scoli, as gasi o scuza, care ar fi o minciuna credibila [lol, la varsta asta nu-mi pot asuma o respomsabilitate &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; ]. Ne-am relua locurile in banca, unde n-as avea stare sau as fi prea concentrata la a desena sau compune ceva. Sunt cu adevarat o persoana isterica si impulsiva, doar ca mai stiu cand sa ma opresc, asta doar daca circumstantele mi-o cer cu adevarat.  Nu-mi prea place seriozitatea si realismul. Astfel de persoana nu prea stiu sa se distreze :-??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa ce am termina orele, am merge acasa, asta prin cele mai pustii locuri, pentru ca mie imi e frica de oameni. wah, ca un fel de fobie :-s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odata ce am ajunge acasa... ar fi ceva probleme la partea cu mancatul. Eu nu stiu s agatesc, m-as baza pe tine, dar intr-un final am ajunge sa comandam pizza \:d/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La lectii ar fi mai greu. Eu nu prea am rabdare sa scriu, trebuie sa fac mai multe actiuni in acelasi timp. Fie sunt pe mess, fie ascult muzica si cant, fie vorbesc intruna. Cred ca te-as deranja si ar fi indicat sa nu ma asculti [asta daca nu gasesti ceva cu care sa ma mituiesti :&amp;gt; ]. Dar daca nu m-ai baga in seama, as renunta. M-as duce sa ma joc cu pisica lui sis :X :X :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iubesc sa fac pisicile fericite :x Sunt asa dragute, mai ales cand torc! De obicei ti se aseaza in brate, se foiesc pana ajung la cea mai confortabila pozitie, cand sunt pe deplin satisfacute, iubesc sa fie mangaiate, sa fie alintate ... :x iar eu le inteleg perfect, mi-ar placea sa fiu o pisica multumita, care are parte de toata atentia stapanului :x Dar imi place sa le fac pe pisici fericite [vreo pisica interesata? ;;) :)) si stapan e bun :)) lol ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa terminarea lectiilor, wow, ar fi tarziu, ar trebui sa dormim, doar ca eu... eu nu prea as  avea somn, asa ca fie ne-am distra, dar daca am imparti acelasi pat, m-as foi in toate partile [dwah, nici in pa nu stau locului, respectiv daca gasesti o metoda sa ma obosesti --&amp;gt; lol, plimbari noaptea, 200 km/h]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next day, Vineri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;~sfarsit de scoala, vine week-endul ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dimineata, cu scoala, cu restul activitatilor specifice ei, ar fi ca si joi, doar ca as fi putin mai agitata. Cum s-au terminat orele, dupa ce mananc [*incerc sa nu evit mesele \:d/ ], am merge afara, ne-am plimba cam peste tot: padure, cimitir, supermarket, parc, pod, dig... apoi iar in parc, am veni acasa, am ajunge tarziu [wah, God, daca nu e cine sa-ti reproseze nimic, profiti din plin \:d/ ] Si noaptea inca n-ar fi gata :&amp;gt; planuri nebune pentru noapte, distractie, pana am adormi \:d/ sau am ajunge sa fim atat de somnorosi/oase incat n-am mai vedea bine.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our last day, Sambata&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;~ week-end-ul si despartirea~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ne-am trezi tarziu, din cauza oboselii acumulate. Stiind ca urmeaza sa pleci,  am da un fel de party, doar tu si eu, iar "distractie", pentru ca duminica vine o zi grea --&amp;gt; as avea mult de invatat . Totusi, astazi am si filozofa, asta mai spre seara. Si am dramatiza, doar asta e foarte contagios \:d/  Dar mi-ar placea sa petrec 3 zile cu aproximativ oricine, daca asa ni le-am petrece.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, eu mi-as petrece asa 3 zile cu tine, dar tu cu mine? Ce ai schimba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*lol, ce idee am avut cu postul asta :)) e chiar funny, sau mie asa mi s epare. Incep sa consider blogul un fel de jurnal, pentru ca nu am nimic important de postat, sunt doar simple idei, aberatii, totul luat din campia mea cu vise, dar sunt ale mele :d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-3711080446552000811?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/3711080446552000811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-days-with-afi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3711080446552000811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3711080446552000811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-days-with-afi.html' title=':..3 days with Afi //.^ ...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-231881211550740128</id><published>2011-05-08T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T05:15:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de mai (nu luati in seama aceste aberatii :p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Simt cum netul ma calca pe nervi, la fel ca si vremea.  Ma asteptam sa se incalzeasca, dar e din ce in ce mai frig. Ploaia de noaptea trecuta... e ca si cum cerul ar plange pentru ceva, dar nu imi vine nicio poveste in cap. Mi-am pierdut inspiratia din cauza stresului, abia astept sa treaca mai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lumea are ceva cu visele mele. O  parte din lumea mea, adica hiro si eLLa sau asta ziceau pe fb :)) =)) Dar visele mele sunt prea ciudate. Mereu e innorat, mereu imi e frica sau mereu fug de cate ceva. Iubesc imbratisarile din vise pentru ca sunt asa calde! Ma intreb daca si cele din realitate sunt la fel sau trebuie sa ma multumesc cu cele din vise, care au fost foarte putine, doar 3 :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi se pare mie sau e din ce in ce mai frig...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma enerveaza retelele telefonice. Nu pot vorbi cu cine vreau e ca e pe alta retea. In cosmo am o gramada de minute, dar nationale... wah, se termina din prima zi &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tot in ultima vreme m-am batut de teama obsedanta de a nu-i pierde pe cei apropiati mie. Nu cred ca as rezista fara unele persoane. Problema e ca nu poti fugi de unele clipe din viata. Pierderea si inlocuirea celor din jur... dureros dar inevitabil. Uitarea e la fel de rece ca un strat de zapada, doar ca soarele nu reuseste sa o topeasca. E ceva firesc in viata sa te desparti de unii  si sa-i cunosti pe altii, dar eu nu vreau asta. Vreau sa cunosc persoane noi, dar nu vreau sa renunt la cele vechi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi-am dat seama ca sunt o persoana ingrozitoare, plina de banuieli si idei exagerate. Mi-am propus ca de acum s atac, altfel imi voi pierde prietenii... Inca ma simt vinovata pentru faza aia &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; (wah, multumesc, multumesc, multumesc pentru ca ai avut rabdare sa-mi explici, pentru ca m-ai linistit si never ever ever nu o sa mai banuiesc ceva). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum mi-a venit ceva in cap :-?? Cum ar fi lumea fara mine? Nici nu cred ca mi s-ar simti lipsa printre miliardele de locuitori :)) Sunt doar un punct, dar imi plac punctele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simt nevoia unei schimbari. Vreau sa plec undeva unde e liniste, vreau sa vina cineva cu mine, vreau sa simt caldura, vreau sa ma bucur de spatiul umbros dintre copaci, vreau sa vad florile in jurul meu, vreau sa simt firele de iarba, vreau sa simt o imbratisare calda, vreau atatea &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  Si tocmai de aia nu primesti nimic, pentru ca iti doresti prea multe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma gandesc ca timpul trece repede, abia astept sa se termine scoala, abia astept sa stiu ca nu mai am responsabilitati pe cap (gen "wah, cat am de invatat sau scris" ). Vara asta vreau sa ma distrez, vreau sa ma roscatesc, vreau sa imi recapat inspiratia, vreau sa fac poze,  vreau sa pierd vremea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL, nu luati postul in seama, sunt doar ganduri si idei. ce e important din tot haosul asta, e ca "i love u :* :* :* " si restul zau daca are vreo importanta :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-231881211550740128?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/231881211550740128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganduri-de-mai-nu-luati-in-seama-aceste.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/231881211550740128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/231881211550740128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganduri-de-mai-nu-luati-in-seama-aceste.html' title='Ganduri de mai (nu luati in seama aceste aberatii :p)'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-3984753489058569464</id><published>2011-05-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:52:59.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vesnicie'/><title type='text'>Spre vesnicie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Picaturi mari si reci cad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La fiecare secunda,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa fiecare pas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E o ploaie ce ingheata timpul,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce te tine in suspans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un vals al cuvintelor entuziasmate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Printre necunoscuti doritori&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa iti patrunda cu totul fiinta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa iti inteleaga nonsensul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sau sa-ti curete constiinta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si dintre necunoscuti,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cel mai necunoscut esti tu - calatorul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Printre abisurile reci din amintiri,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Printre negrele corabii din vise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Printre florile de gheata din priviri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar voi fi vesnic aici, in asteptare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lumina va fi vesnic aprinsa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ceasul inca iti numara pasii spre mine,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar timpul inca se scurge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                fara-ncetare... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Spre vesnicie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-3984753489058569464?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/3984753489058569464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/spre-vesnicie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3984753489058569464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3984753489058569464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/05/spre-vesnicie.html' title='Spre vesnicie!'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-7905204136966079908</id><published>2011-04-20T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:09:44.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penibilitatile dragostei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;off:... wah, i finally get what I wanted so much... maybe i don't deserve that person, but i'm very proud to say: I love u so much :* :* :* because i love that person with all my heart *even i don't deserve that person :-" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am observat ceva ciudat... oamenii au tendinta de a spune ca lucrurile bune se intampla doar oamneilor buni, iar apoi ii judeac pe cei din jurul lor, ii eticheteaza rai, si totusi, acele persoane sunt fericite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on:oh yeah, si in acest "domeniu" atat de minunat exista penibilitati, stupizenii, aberatii... si uite catvea:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;em&gt; Doua persoane de acelasi sex nu se pot indragosti&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUPID! Parca te-ai indragosti de genul persoanei si nu de acea persoana in sine. Cine spune asta n-a simtit dragostea cu adevarat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Esti prea mic/mica sa iubesti cu adevarat pe cineva&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A verificat careva? Poate ca dragostea aceea copilareasca e cea adevarata, din simplul motiv ca ratiunea nu o polueaza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Dragostea nu tine de foame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si asta mi se pare stupid. Daca zici asta inseamna ca nu cunosti adevarata putere a iubirii. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Nu poti iubi pe cineva ma mult decat pe tine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A durut foarte tare cand am auzit asta. Poate sunt prea romantica sau visatoare, dar mai bine asa, nu poluez dragostea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Dragostea la prima vedere nu exista&lt;/em&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu stiu daca dragostea are nevoie de o "vedere", legaturile acelea dintre persoane se stabilisec fara ca acele persoane sa se cunoasca, totul e hotarat de destin. Apoi apar acele circumstante cand persoanele se intalnesc, apoi realizeaza ca se plac, apoi isi marturisesc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru un moment doar astea le-am scris --&amp;gt;; atat imi trece prin cap, si gata :))  wah, pls, daca mai stie careva din astea, spuneti-mi :O3  si nah, niste pareri despre chestiile astea? :-??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: i love u :* :* :*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *se simte persoana :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-7905204136966079908?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/7905204136966079908/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/penibilitatile-dragostei.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/7905204136966079908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/7905204136966079908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/penibilitatile-dragostei.html' title='Penibilitatile dragostei'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-5454433985174044472</id><published>2011-04-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:05:58.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:...make me wanna die...</title><content type='html'>wah, dwah, uite ca am devenit dependenta de piesa de la  The pretty Reckless [pt ca am tampita impresie ca imi descire cu lux de amanunte sentimentele] si de Taylor Momsen [e incredibila, e hot, e wah =P~ i fell in love with her =p~ ) Dar in fine, n-am postat ca sa povestesc despre cat de trw si extraordinara e (ma gandesc ce as face daca ar fi langa mine :)) :-j ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... uite ca am descoperit ca inspiratia e legata atat de strans de sentimente, incat nu poti rupe aceasta legatura oricate pastile ai lua. When you love someone... wow situatia asta e cat se poate de epica. Cand ti s epare ca persoana respectiva e "calda" cu tine esti prea in love ca sa mai poti scrie ceva. Bucuria ta nu are margini, nu-ti gasesti cuvintele, pare ca nimic nu o poate cuprinde, ca se inalta pana la God si never ever ever nu s emia intoarce pentru ca... brusc persoana s-a racit. Bine, nu ca s-a racit, e doar ca acea persoana habar nu are ca tu, acum, dupa ce ai simtit nebunia fericirii, te duci pe partea depresiei. Si aia are gustul ei dulce, dar ideea e ca ajungi sa suferi ca o fraiera pentru cineva care... lol, nu stie si poate nu merita. Dar mereu vei spune ca acea persoana merita, merita mai mult si mai mult decat ai putea tu vreodata oferi si te gandesti la "resemnare". Dar fiinta ta spune "nuh, nuh, iti apartine!" Ce drepturi ai tu fata de cineva din jurul tau?  Niciunul! De ce dragostea nu poate fi conditionata? Pentru ca ar fi o tampenie... altcineva ma vrea pe mine, eu vreau pe cineva, iar acel cineva place pe altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you make me wanna die... dar am spus ca renunt la toate gandurile de genul, mai ales in perioada sf Sarbatori Pascale (invoc o scuza pentru lasitatea mea :-@ ) Ideea e trebuie sa te descarci undeva, trebuie sa te eliberezi de toata frustrarea. Ma gandesc ca de acum "sa dau like" in loc sa adaug adjective cautate prin mintea mea bolnava. Really, faza cu like-ul e mult mai okay: traiasca fb-ul &lt;:-p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uite aici si link-ul d ela piesa: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txBfhpm1jI0 &lt;br /&gt;   *poate va place :&gt; dwah nu va apropiati de tay ca e a mea :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-5454433985174044472?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/5454433985174044472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-wanna-diw.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5454433985174044472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5454433985174044472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-wanna-diw.html' title=':...make me wanna die...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-6114143266805670111</id><published>2011-04-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:54:19.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinovatie</title><content type='html'>uite ca deh, mi-a disparut un pix pe care il iubeam enorm, ca restul lucrurilor mele, nah, e o poveste lunga, nu dau detalii :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;si uite, beng inspiratie :d ce inpiratie :-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soarele se acoperise cu nori furiosi,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ascunzandu-si zambetul viclean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De toti ochii curiosi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar picaturile de ploaie cadeau incriminatoare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Printre corpuri palide si reci,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mereu acuzand acel viclean soare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totusi, undeva, departe, luceafarul privea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu ochii lui reci si staruitori,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca soarelui pedeapsa sa i-o dea:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noaptea eterna cu aceiasi vesnici privitori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-6114143266805670111?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/6114143266805670111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/uite-ca-deh-mi-disparut-un-pix-pe-care.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/6114143266805670111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/6114143266805670111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/uite-ca-deh-mi-disparut-un-pix-pe-care.html' title='Vinovatie'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-4801324474194953442</id><published>2011-04-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:20:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing can last forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nimic nu poate rezista vesnic, nimic nu poate rezista in fata eternitatii, totul este sters de timp.  Poate nu realizam, dar de multe ori viata se acopera cu patura groasa a uitarii. Avem idei si solutii pentru fiecare dilema, oricat de grava ar fi, dar cand vine vorba de timp, de trimful asupra a ceea ce se numeste "uitare" ne pierdem in gandurile noastre contradictorii. Oricat de multe elemente si viziuni am colecta din partea celor din jur, tot nu am gasi un rezultat palpabil,o solutie valida. Unele lucruri nu pot fi combatute, indiferent cata durere ar crea. Sunt mult prea dezlantuite pentru a fi intelese, mult prea insignifiante pentru a fi incatusate, mult prea ciudate pentru a nu fi luate in seama, mult prea actuale pentru a constitui o anormalitate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singurul lucru relevant si de o importanta semnificativa  din viata mea, singurul element al carui glas dainuie in timp este propria mea fiinta vrajita de tine. Te cauta in zadar, incerca sa supravietuiasca fara prezenta ta, pana cand timpul va sterge insasi eternitatea. Si totusi, cat timp pot trai doua jumatai dezlipite? Una isi va cauta salvarea la o alta jumatate, in timp ce cealalta va astepta singura sfarsitul. Va astepta timpul...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-4801324474194953442?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/4801324474194953442/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-can-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/4801324474194953442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/4801324474194953442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-can-last-forever.html' title='Nothing can last forever'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-672037215594170670</id><published>2011-03-22T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:53:54.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignifiant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh, dwah, uite inca o "opera de arta" .  Dwah, in fine, ce opera de arta, am aflat recent ca putina lume intelege ce vreau sa zic :-?? in fine, hiro-chan zice ca nu scriu prost, ea imi zice "semeni cu blaga" =)) hell, noh, ala e great artist, me...  ei bine, sunt doar o adolescenta neinteleasa, stiti, tipicul...  in fine, uite ca ma tin de blog :&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un drog,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un vis,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti o necesitate,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un abis,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un nimic,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un sacrificiu,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti o minciuna,&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ca esti un viciu...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Si eu tot te voi iubi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu, tu m-ai iubit vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai simtit truda de a te face sa ma vezi,&lt;br /&gt;M-ai simtit zbatandu-ma in idiele tale,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a te face realitatea mea s-o crezi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate aceste emotii sunt distrugatoare,&lt;br /&gt;Toata aceasta suferinta interioara a devenit o oroare...&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas aceeasi, o amortita fiinta visatoare,&lt;br /&gt;In lumea ta, in coltul acela fara culoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca as vrea sa fug departe?&lt;br /&gt;Sa scap de tine si de tot?&lt;br /&gt;Dar e prea usor in aceasta viata&lt;br /&gt;Sa spui simplu: STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-672037215594170670?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/672037215594170670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/insignifiant.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/672037215594170670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/672037215594170670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/insignifiant.html' title='Insignifiant'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-8685279289587482973</id><published>2011-03-20T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T03:25:03.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria lui "poate"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;uite ca intr-o  zi, vineri seara discutam cu Marmo' si eLLa despre "curtat". Si vorbeam si noi, ca fetele, despre clasica "baiatul ii spune fetei ca o iubeste" si weh, poveste lunga si multa filozofie. Doar ca ideea, in general, e ca e destul de dificil, chiar foarte, sa spui cuiva ca "il/o iubesti" pentru ca apare mereu acel "poate". Te gandesti ca &lt;em&gt;POATE &lt;/em&gt;acea&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;persoana rade de sentimentele tale sau &lt;em&gt;POATE &lt;/em&gt;ar profita de el&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sau intr-un caz fericit &lt;em&gt;POATE&lt;/em&gt; ti-ar impartasi sentimentele. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cititorule, daca ti-as spune ca te iubesc, ce ai zice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt chiar curioasa referitor la aceste reactii. Vreau sa cunosc perspectivele diferitelor persoane asa ca puteti posta vreun raspuns, vreo reactie :d Si ma refer cum ai reactiona tu daca cineva ti-ar spune ca te iubeste :d ca pusesem intrebarea cu "te" si generalizase :-j stiu ca nu ma prea iubeste nimeni pe mine :)) little evil kid &gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-8685279289587482973?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/8685279289587482973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/teoria-lui-poate.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/8685279289587482973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/8685279289587482973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/teoria-lui-poate.html' title='Teoria lui &quot;poate&quot;'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-1591674681147936806</id><published>2011-03-06T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:21:07.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumparaturi de Carrfour :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;azi a fost o zi ciudata, ca naiba... poate din cauza vremii - cand soare, cand nincoare, cand vant, intr-un cuvant, vremea mi-a amintit de mine. Era enervanta :-j Dar trebuie sa mentionez ceva, doar de asta postez, dar nu ma pot abtine *motto-ul meu in viata. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ideea era ca plecasem cu eLLa si Hiro-chan la Carrfour. Si nah, eu cu eLLa, simtindu-ne ofensate de Hiro-chan care ii critica pe Sid Vicious (cica seamana cu Fernando - si asta a durut mai mult decat pare, pt ca Sid e una din obsesiile mele, cu toate ca e drogat si mort) si Lauri, de la the Rasmus (nu stiu ce avea cu frizura lui :-?? in fine, nu mi-a pasat de Lauri, eLLa avea probleme cu asta).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Si ne-am despartit putin de Hiro-chan prin magazin si en plimbam si radeam de fiecare produs *tipic noua, pana auzim ceva... un intro acustic, ceva divin - la radio era the only exception de la paramore :x Cred ca mi s-a facut inima obeza, vorba eLLei. Si ne plimbam prin Carrfour fredonand piesa. Lol, lumea se holba, mai ales ca noi nu aveam nicio treaba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Trebuia mentionat acest progres. Sa auzi muzica buna la un radio romanesc? Mai mult decat divin. Binecuvantat fi Carrfour :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-1591674681147936806?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/1591674681147936806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/cumparaturi-de-carrfour.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/1591674681147936806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/1591674681147936806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/cumparaturi-de-carrfour.html' title='Cumparaturi de Carrfour :&gt;'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-5521476071550531685</id><published>2011-03-05T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:10:50.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect... Imperfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Idei, practici si tendinte... toate in jurul a ceea ce inseamna "perfectiune".  Si "perfectiunea" in sine nu e mai mult decat un substantiv.  Ma simt un fel de exceptie, eu imi iubesc imperfectiunea, asta ma face originala, asta ma face "eu".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Intunericul acaparase totul.&lt;br /&gt;Era undeva adanc in noapte,&lt;br /&gt;Undeva intre abis si scapare...&lt;br /&gt;O lumanare ardea pe o masa,&lt;br /&gt;Se topea in uitare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-am mai vazut asa,&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-am simtit niciodata asa rece!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca focul ardea in nestire&lt;br /&gt;Undeva intr-un semineu&lt;br /&gt;Temerile tale ma lasau in nesimtire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi... eram doar noi,&lt;br /&gt;Doua fiinte imperfecte pe acelasi pamant,&lt;br /&gt;Doua fiinte imperfecte sub aceeasi luna,&lt;br /&gt;Batute de acelasi vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-5521476071550531685?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/5521476071550531685/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfect-imperfect.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5521476071550531685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5521476071550531685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfect-imperfect.html' title='Perfect... Imperfect...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-8124833536017468039</id><published>2011-02-27T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T06:36:04.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noapte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninsoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Eu si plictiseala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Vineri... dwah, doua ore de mate, una dupa alta... eu si-asa nu pricep nimic, asa ca am gandesc sa fac ceva util: mai mereu desenez sau scriu versuri :)) sper sa nu vada vreodata profa de mate asta &gt;...&gt; am si eu o medie de pastrat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Insa dansul fulgilor albi si fragili nu te putea lasa pasiv, sau nu pe mine. M-am bucurat de un moment scurt de inspiratie, dar indeajuns pentru a compune o poezie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: inca n-am uitat de blog, inca rezista :))) si Happy B-day, Honey! sa nu te uit :* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noaptea cuvintelor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ninsoarea cadea peste corpurile inerte,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Le proteja de eternitate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Le schimba inaltimea si forma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Necrutatoare, le schimba pe toate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si apoi cerneala s-a prelins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tacuta, neinsemnata,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pe alba zapada ce medita,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dintr-o calimara sparta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apoi nu a mai fost nimic -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nici cuvinte, nici soapte...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Totul era deja mort,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pierdut adanc in noapte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-8124833536017468039?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/8124833536017468039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-si-plictiseala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/8124833536017468039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/8124833536017468039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-si-plictiseala.html' title='Eu si plictiseala'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-5834350903610182928</id><published>2011-02-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:22:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putin din dezamagirea mea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Doh, dupa "minunatele" rezultate de la olimpiada de romana am dat in depresie, dar iata ca fiecare rau are si o parte buna - am fost binecuvantata cu putina inspiratie, asa ca am scris o poezie &gt;...&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: poate sunt indragostita :&gt; ipoteza asta e cea mai plauzibila, acum sa aflam de cine :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ploua...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O picatura de cer s-a desprins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si alene pe obraz mi s-a prelins...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apoi a inghetat:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orele nu s-au mai scurs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zilele n-au mai vrut sa urmeze - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Timpul parea ca a apus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar ploaia a continuat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desi picaturile ei inghetau,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar timpul parea mai mort, mai uscat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerul ma privea furios cum nu o mai facuse,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isi duse  soarele si stelele, pe toate le duse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Departe de mine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma lovea fara incetare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca si cum as fi comis un grav pacat,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma ranea cu fiecare suflare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca si cum s-ar fi eliberat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar era tot el, vesnicul cer de februarie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fara stele, fara luna, fara soare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N-a incetat sa curga: alene... alene...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am privit doar ploaia cum se asterne,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar ramasesem tot eu, eram vie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Materializandu-mi tristetea in poezie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erai cu mine, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sau gandul meu cu tine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totuna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ploua in continuare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fara stele, fara soare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh,  as mai vrea sa ii multumesc profei mele de romana, cea mai tare la materia asta :x sau asa o consider eu :x Si-a cam pierdut timpul cu mine, eh... ce sa facem, uneori mai "cadem si noi in dragoste" :))  macar nu s-a suparat &gt;...&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: deja sunt 3 zile si inca nu m-am lasat de blog ;;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-5834350903610182928?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/5834350903610182928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/putin-din-dezamagirea-mea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5834350903610182928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/5834350903610182928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/putin-din-dezamagirea-mea.html' title='Putin din dezamagirea mea...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-3155221383312703941</id><published>2011-02-19T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:40:07.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru cineva special</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   *lol, nush cat de reusita e poezia, dar cele mai importante sunt sentimentele transmise :D sau cel putin eu pe asta pun accent. poezia e pentru yuki-yuki (ar trebui sa-ti scriu un imn dar nu sunt in stare decat de o poezie :]]) -pentru ca e o persoana f speciala pentru meh, o pers la care tin mult si care chiar merita :*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuvintele nu au valoare in fata celor ce le creaza sensul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si nici nu le pot cuprinde existenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa si cuvintele mele isi recunosc neputinta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a-ti surprinde cu adevarat esenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caci tu esti ratiunea si creatia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ceva ce nu as putea descrie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esti dincolo de margini sau idei,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esti dincolo de ganduri - o poezia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esti dincolo de prejudecati si diferente,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Undeva intre ratiune si simtire,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mai valoroasa decat orice cuvant,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orice moment sau amintire...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-3155221383312703941?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/3155221383312703941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/pentru-cineva-special.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3155221383312703941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/3155221383312703941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/pentru-cineva-special.html' title='Pentru cineva special'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-6867191573677865525</id><published>2011-02-18T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:46:10.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:..All I wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*lipsa de idei de titlu de postare :-j&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, se pare ca a dat si in mine lirismul si m-am apucat de poezii, daca se pot numi asa - eu le consider idei puerile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 februarie 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Absenta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pasari cu aripi innegrite de vreme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trecand deasupra mea fara oprire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pe fondul unui cer alb,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fara glas, uitat in nesimitire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Departe se vede cimitirul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si totusi e aici, in fata mea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brav si impunator-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Un monument acoperit de nea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iar eu te caut cu privirea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prin sticla transparenta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si nu pot da in niciun fel de tine,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iubita mea fiinta absenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 februarie 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Te iubesc...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gandeste-te la mine cand ne despartim,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Te rog frumos, ingenunchiata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;N-as vrea sa ma lasi singura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nici macar o secunda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In lumea asta depravata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dezbraca-ma de ganduri &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In intunericul gandurilor tale,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Invaluie-ma-n umbre moarte,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In idei imperfecte,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In cuvinte si-n negre petale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nu pleca prin mintea mea prea departe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In locurile in care ma tem sa le vezi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caci ascund multe secrete,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si dureri, si pacate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si ma tem sa nu ma mai crezi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daca m-ai crezut vreodata,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daca m-ai vazut prin visele tale,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daca am fost o minciuna,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O fantezie, un gand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Creat de teama si disperare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stai cu mine pana la apus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caci acum doar asta doresc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stiu ca fara tine moartea e aproape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si asa voi reusi poate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa-ti spun: Te iubesc!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 februarie 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plecare&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daca toata lumea s-ar reflecta in mine,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doar tu ai fi tot tu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cu gandurile tale vulgare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si daca n-ai mai exista,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nici eu nu as mai putea scrie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iar gandurile mi s-ar ineca-n uitare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nu pot sa ma gandesc la un moment fara tine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In mintea mea plina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;De idei fara efect, fara culoare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si de-ai stii cum adun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fiecare traire sau sentiment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dupa a ta dureroasa plecare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* all is for my red star :x sper ca se simte, asta daca citeste :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726356214866498148-6867191573677865525?l=3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/feeds/6867191573677865525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/6867191573677865525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726356214866498148/posts/default/6867191573677865525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3seconds-2breath.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-i-wanted.html' title=':..All I wanted...'/><author><name>cHLorOForm O.o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g919amDIBp8/TcWqAbuqz2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XerVTOr7m0I/s220/Toxic_by_NovemberxNight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-3169356958379146725</id><published>2010-11-19T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:10:20.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incercari de av si sig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAW8oDOoWKw/TObZpFKEGmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZYjvI0Wi4j4/s1600/too%2Bmuch%2Bto%2Bsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAW8oDOoWKw/TObZpFKEGmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZYjvI0Wi4j4/s320/too%2Bmuch%2Bto%2Bsay.jpg" 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726356214866498148.post-7648166345628089023</id><published>2010-08-27T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:20:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea multi emo fake-eri = lumea se duce de rapa si eu mor vazandu-i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAW8oDOoWKw/THgsG7my3zI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qpgz-eaHGDs/s1600/Emo_by_Hyoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAW8oDOoWKw/THgsG7my3zI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qpgz-eaHGDs/s320/Emo_by_Hyoli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510202641679048498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAW8oDOoWKw/THgsA2Jw1OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R0hM2YoZSxw/s1600/Emo_by_Hyoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Azi am iesit cu o prietena si aproape am murit. Adica nu stiam daca sa rad sau sa plang. De ce? Simplu. Am vazut 3 pusti emo -se credeau emo si nu era niciunul mai mare de 11 ani. Pe bune, chestia asta o ia razna. Se taiau ca prostii cu lama si pretindeau ca emo inseamna Eu Ma Omor. Daca ar insemna asta, de ce ar fi funny sa fii emo? Adica de ce ar fi funny sa te omori? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Si nu doar atat. Acei pusti isi faceau ungiile negre, si-au lasat breton in ochi (pe unul dintre ei tata l-a lasat fara breton cand i-a vazut colectia de taieturi aka zgarieturi) si pretind ca asculta rock. Bun, bun. Si ii intrebi ce formatii si iti rasound Ac/Dc (ca asta au vazut la reclama cand au avut concert in Romania) sau toate (ma mir ca pot asculta toate formatiile de rock, pt ca sunt f multe). Ce ma face sa rad e ca daca aud Justin Bieber spun ca asculta si le place - chiar stiu toate piesele X_x. De cand Justin Bieber e emo? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   O alta timpenie e ca emo sunt satanisti - bine or fi unii. Mi s-a parut amuzant cand unul dintre pusti a zis "si tre' sa tii cu Dracu' ". Abia m-am abtinut sa nu rad. Cred ca daca ar fi intrebat cine e acest "Dracu' " n-ar stii sa raspunda pt ca n-a auzit in viata lui de demoni sau macar de cele 7 pacate capitale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca pustii sunt nebuni si ca nu are rost sa le explic. Singurul motiv pt care s-ar face emo e ca parintii nu le-au cumparat o masinuta (wow, asta da motiv O_o ). Si parintii lor ar trebui sa fie mai atenti pt ca pustii astia nebuni se vor sinucide din joaca, mai ales ca daca se taie de pe acum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si daca cumva vreun astfel de pusti imi va citi articolul desi nu cred, aici definitia curentului emo: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vine de la cuvântul englez "emotive" cu prescurtarea emo. Genul și cultura EMO este un trend care adesea promovează hipersensibilitatea. [wikipedia citire]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asta fiind definitia cea mai usoara si pe intelesul tuturor.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce parere aveti despre acesti maniaci? Eu una sunt chiar frustrata, dar si amuzata. 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