<?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-5513013990481118701</id><updated>2011-12-06T03:09:59.292-08:00</updated><category term='yet there is hope'/><category term='simple life'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='leave me alone'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='another question'/><category term='Iluzii'/><category term='2007..a new beginning'/><title type='text'>Rxy's stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8783924207896130837</id><published>2010-01-28T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:17:34.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata la tara</title><content type='html'>I hate country life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu m-am nascut la oras, intre betoane si prefer sa raman o fata de betoane. :))) Da da, iubesc natura, dar natura paradisiaca din mintea mea nu se compara cu adevarata viata la tara: noroi, gaini, zgomot, miros, mizerie, caini, porci, munca :))) and the list can go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2ImEnuYlgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DH5knM4je1c/s1600-h/2009_06020271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2ImEnuYlgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DH5knM4je1c/s200/2009_06020271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431945961387103746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii admir pe cei care se simt bine acolo. Si eu m-am simtit bine, o data in viata, la tara. &lt;br /&gt;Pasti 2009. Maramures. La Ileana. &lt;br /&gt;O pensiune care face parte din agroturismul romanesc si care vrea sa fraiereasca turistii despre cum e viata la tara in Romania. Camerele zugravite cu modele, stergare pe perete, mancare excelenta, curte cu gaini, imbracaminte traditionala. &lt;br /&gt;In duminca Pastilor am primit haine de sarbatoare cu care sa mergem la biserica. Apoi au venit ceterasii sa ne cante si vaiiiiiiiiiii ce ne-au dat pe spate. Apoi nenea ne-a plimbat cu caruta si vaiiiiiii ce nu se compara cu ibiza-ul meu. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2IpBqJg7cI/AAAAAAAAASg/J-BIbRANrWs/s1600-h/2009_06020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2IpBqJg7cI/AAAAAAAAASg/J-BIbRANrWs/s400/2009_06020168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431949209033043394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, ca am ramasi impresionati. A fost o experienta incredibila. Nu credeam ca o sa ma simt asa bine. Problema care e: viata la tara, nu e deloc asa. Noi aveam mancare gatita de tanti, paine facuta de tanti, curatenie facuta de tanti. Noi am avut practic, o viata la tara de 5*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau insa sa ma gandesc cum e viata la tara fara stele. Pe mine ce ma sperie cel mai tare e simplitatea oamenilor si tipicitatea in care se incadreaza. In acel satuc uitat de lume, tinerii care au facultate is boieri. Barbatii isi petrec dupamesele la crasma satului, iar femeile pe strada, la povesti. Asta e farmecul, probabil, dar eu nu-l pot gusta. Sunt oripilata cum pot trai in atata ignoranta. Probabil ca ei au alte valori si pentru ei implinirea inseamna altceva... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am cunoscut pe ION. Ion a lui Rebreanu: inalt, frumos, sanatos, rosu in obraji, cu dragoste fata de pamant....dar prost ca gardu. Si ce conta? Facea furori in sat: avea mobil, venea la scoala la Cluj, toate fetele umblau dupa el. Numai eu cu sora mea, fete de oras, am ramas complet indiferente la aberatiile lui de genu 1+1=3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe ANA nu am intalnit-o, dar in schimb am intalnit to satul la biserica. Fetele satului care incepeau sa dea coate, fete tinere cu cizme albe luate din mallu de la Cluj care se uita la tine si isi soptesc: "Ni la astea!" (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu am nimica daca cizmele albe sun purtate corespunzator&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2ImmKRPmzI/AAAAAAAAASY/on7IGxusE-Q/s1600-h/2009_06020754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2ImmKRPmzI/AAAAAAAAASY/on7IGxusE-Q/s400/2009_06020754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431946537595804466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tie, ce-ti ramane de facut? Sa te intorci acasa, cu zambetul pe buze si sa ii multumesti lui Boc pentru strazile care is cum is, da macar is asfaltate, invatatoarei ca te-a invatat sa scrii, mamei care te-a invatat ca e IMPORTANT sa mergi la scoala, sa te intorci si sa le multumesti celor care au creat Facebookul pentru ca ti-au dat si tie sansa sa experimentezi viata la tara...din camera....de pe strada Ariesului... dintr-un aparatment cald unde cocosul nu canta dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate doar plange Jayze la usa. ;)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8783924207896130837?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8783924207896130837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8783924207896130837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8783924207896130837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8783924207896130837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/viata-la-tara.html' title='Viata la tara'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S2ImEnuYlgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DH5knM4je1c/s72-c/2009_06020271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7754724412640092421</id><published>2010-01-27T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:21:58.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesiunea innebuneste lumea!</title><content type='html'>Tocmai am terminat de citit 20 de pagini din cursul de marketing...pagini care par 100, nu 20. :)) Asa ca mi-am zis ca ajunge pe ziua de azi si m-am apucat sa navighez pe internet. Mi-am plantat florile pe facebook, mi-am verificat casuta postala sa vad daca se mai cearta cineva pe grupul de la facultate...Nu stiu cum e la voi, dar la noi ca la nimeni! De cand s-a dat liber la vorbe, toata lumea trimite mesaje pe grup. De la mesaje de genu: "vand casti pt copiat la examene" , "vand lucrari de licenta", "ce structura are examenul X" , pana la injuraturi si subtilitati care mai de care. Ultima perla a unei colege:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Un lucru a fost dovedit... problemele de tranzit intestinal nu se rezolva pe grup. Daca ati avut nevoie sa va descarcati de tensiunea invatatului, perfect... ati facut-o! Pe viitor ramaneti la baie.&lt;br /&gt;Mesajele de gen nu sunt placute pentru lecturat, ce sa mai vorbim de informatia oferita?! Grupul nemoderat e perfect, daca ne comportam civilizat si incercam (macar) sa fim demni de facultatea pe care o urmam. Urmatorul pas e foarte probabil, revenirea la grupul moderat, cand "sfintii, mamele si tatii" vor fi postati prea tarziu pentru a mai avea efectul scontat. Sa speram doar ca domnii si domnisoarele care nu sunt atat de solicitati pe calea internetului, sa nu aiba atacuri de panica si nu se oftice prea tare la deschiderea inbox-ului, iar ofticatul sa readuca in peisaj mesaje "intarziate" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.macworld.com/appguide/305597683/ss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 460px;" src="http://images.macworld.com/appguide/305597683/ss4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din cate vad eu, domnisoara e destul de subtila, dar nu asa trebuie procedat. Daca moderezi grupul, mesajele ajung prea tarziu, daca nu-l moderezi, toti prostii trimit mesaje. Ce-i de facut? In orice caz nu un mesaj ca cel mai de sus pe care oricum jumate nu o sa il inteleaga. Face prea multe aluzii si e prea subtil pentru multi :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce e de facut, e sa asteptam sa ajungem in anul 4 cand selectia naturala isi va spune cuvantul. O sa ramana putini, dar destepti. Toti zic ca la ISE numa prostii si taranii ajung. Cum se face, ca in 2 ani de studentie la Stiinte Economice, nu a fost nici o cearta pe grup??? Nici una. Sa fie ei mai economi in cuvinte si cei de la drept pusi pe cearta sa-si arate talentul care ii va face mari avocati, sau pur si simplu bunul simt care azi lipseste cu desavarsire la tot mai multi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum spunea un coleg de-al meu de liceu: Taranii sunt oameni deosebiti, tu nici tarani nu esti. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://www.click.ro/pe_glob/mapamond/mata-batut-ursul-care_0_892110893.html"&gt;De ce e util sa ai pisica?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2 pentru cei ce nu inteleg, aia de la drept se cearta :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7754724412640092421?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7754724412640092421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7754724412640092421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7754724412640092421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7754724412640092421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/sesiunea-innebuneste-lumea.html' title='Sesiunea innebuneste lumea!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-263186600676146190</id><published>2010-01-23T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:27:53.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumosul si bestia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S1uF5lTtCpI/AAAAAAAAASI/7EFegRAcwy8/s1600-h/coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S1uF5lTtCpI/AAAAAAAAASI/7EFegRAcwy8/s400/coffee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430081000039058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea - intelectuala   ...   El - sportiv (bine e si el intelectual dar in poveste il facem sportiv)&lt;br /&gt;Ea antitalent la sporturi ...   El invata orice in 30 de minute&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste mc donalds  ...  El e fan KFC&lt;br /&gt;Ea e dezordonata   ...   El isi impacheteaza hainele murdare&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu stie/uraste sa gateasca ... El stie/ii place sa gateasca&lt;br /&gt;Ea e rasfatata ...   El mereu o alinta&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste cadourile ...  El mereu ii cumpara tot ce isi doreste&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste Pizza Hut ... El s-a saturat de Pizza Hut dar merge acolo pentru ca o face pe ea fericita&lt;br /&gt;Ea il suna noaptea la 4 cand nu are somn ... El raspunde si sta cu ea la povesti pana ii vine somnul&lt;br /&gt;Ea e isterica ...  El e mereu calm&lt;br /&gt;Ea e visatoare si vrea sa salveze lumea ... El e rational si mereu se bazeaza pe logica&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste dulciurile ...  El ii face cadou ciocolati zilnic&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste shoppingul ... El mereu sta in mall ore intregi dupa ea&lt;br /&gt;Ea plange o data la 3 zile ... El nu s-a saturat de aceleasi motive si tot o asculta&lt;br /&gt;Ea vrea aventura ... El vrea siguranta&lt;br /&gt;Ea iubeste movul ... El s-a saturat de atata mov dar tot ii spune ca e draguta cand se imbraca in mov&lt;br /&gt;Ea se aranjeaza rar ... El de fiecare data cand o vede ii spune " ce frumoasa esti!"&lt;br /&gt;Ea vorbeste urat cu el ...  El se supara, dar o iarta&lt;br /&gt;Ea minte ... El nu&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu isi cere scuze prea des ... El intelege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea il iubeste ... El stie asta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-263186600676146190?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/263186600676146190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=263186600676146190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/263186600676146190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/263186600676146190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/frumosul-si-bestia.html' title='Frumosul si bestia'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/S1uF5lTtCpI/AAAAAAAAASI/7EFegRAcwy8/s72-c/coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7679767000078919991</id><published>2010-01-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:53:42.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and order</title><content type='html'>Azi am de gand sa abordez un subiect destul de controversat in viata mea persoanala si anume: ordinea in viata unei persoane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o persoana foooooarte dezordonata. Camera mea arata constant ca dupa razboi: foi, haine, farfurii, pahare, cercei, carti, cizme, genti, sosete, deodorant, ciocolata, ambalaje, reviste, haine, haine, si mai multe haine, foi, foi, parfumuri, carti, foi, farduri, carti, flori uscate, haine :)))) and the list can go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problema e ca eu de vreo 8 ani ma cert aproape zilnic cu ai mei ca sa imi strang din camera. Nu va inchipuiti ca de 12 ani camera mea arata la fel. :)))) Nuuu! Dar eu am un sistem de facut curat mai diferit: curat 1 zi intreaga (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cand ma apuca, ma apuca. Eu nu pot face curat numa asa, putin, sa adun numa ceva. ori tot, ori nimic&lt;/span&gt;) si apoi pauza vreo 2 sapatamani. :))) Bine, aspirat in weekend dar in 15 minute lucrurile se aduna la locul lor, pe jos. Ceea ce ai mei nu inteleg, e ca eu in toata dezordinea asta, am o ordine clar stabilita. Stiu ca sub cana de cacao e foaia nr 5 din cursul 12 de la finante, ca cerceii albastri is dupa lampa, ca medicamentele is in cutia roz...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar apoi, ca totul sa fie perfect, mai intervine si bunica: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nimeni nu o sa te ia asa dezordonata! la barbat ii trebuie o femeie seriosa, care sa si vada de treaba, buna gospodina, care sa faca curat, sa stie gati...tu ce stii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY???? la asta se rezuma sa judecam o persoana (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fata in special&lt;/span&gt;)? daca in camera este praf sau nu? Da, am prietene care aspira zilnic si care cand sunt suparate se apuca sa spele geamurile, dar eu NU sunt asa. Aia inseamna ca sunt condamnata sa traiesc alaturi de Jayze toata viata? :( Da, imi place curatenia, dar camera mea si dulapul meu sunt prea mici pentru nevoile mele si am o adevarata problema cu pastrarea curateniei. Degeaba fac pentru ca intr-o zi e la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar apoi, daca in camera e mizerie, aia inseamna ca si in viata mea e mizerie? Ca in mintea mea mereu e dezordine, ca mereu intarziu, ca mereu am senzatia ca traiesc pe fuga sau ca tot timpul pierd ceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa-mi fac ordine in camera ca sa am ordine in viata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIGPIIJM9hQ"&gt;Wanna see how my room looks?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7679767000078919991?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7679767000078919991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7679767000078919991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7679767000078919991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7679767000078919991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/law-and-order.html' title='Law and order'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1040107690964637245</id><published>2010-01-14T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:15:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new project for me .... :D</title><content type='html'>2010, I embrace you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au trecut ceva luni bune de la ultimul post...Prea bune sau prea luni? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunile nu au fost prea bune si nici mai luni ca de obicei, am fost eu mai lenesa ca de obicei. Dar azi, dupa ce George m-a anuntat ca a scris pe blog, mi s-a facut ciuda si am zis SI EU VREAU! Asa ca, acuma, in febra examenelor mi-am gasit o ocupatie noua: sa scriu pe blog. Am abandonat serialele, am abandonat solitaire si facebook-ul pentru cateva minute/ore pe blog. So much better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cateva zile, dupa ce am prins-o pe sora mea uitandu-se pe youtube la ceva cuplu care au un plan sa posteze zilnic cate un filmuletz din viata lor, mi-am facut un master plan uriasssss: LAST FRONTIER: RUXI IN GREECE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepand cu luna martie o sa incerc sa expun cat mai bine prin posturi, poze si video-uri experienta Erasmus traita pe pielea mea. Promit sa fie o experienta inedita si cat se poate de sincera: cu toate problemele si lucrurile bune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hitchedmag.com/uploaded_images/yoga-786673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 620px;" src="http://hitchedmag.com/uploaded_images/yoga-786673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pana atunci, mai este sesiunea si o sa incerc sa fac un nou design al blogului...asa mai potrivit pentru Grecia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.S. ASTEPT SUGESTII PENTRU TITLUL PROIECTULUI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1040107690964637245?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1040107690964637245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1040107690964637245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1040107690964637245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1040107690964637245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-project-for-me-d.html' title='new project for me .... :D'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5997500855432781549</id><published>2009-06-03T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:55:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispi036/ispi036010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispi036/ispi036010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista momente in viata cand esti pus in situatia penibila de a fi pus la punct in public de altii. Momente cand toti ochii sunt indreptati spre tine si o persoana te face de rusine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there si credeti-ma nu e deloc placut. Sa te certi in public, sa urle cineva la tine in public sau sa rada de tine. In liceu, aveam conflicte cu profesorii, dar de cele mai multe ori clasa era de partea ta, pentru ca te stiau si il stiau si pe profesor. Astfel, isi dadeau seama de ce e capabil acesta si in ochii lor ieseai basma curata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In viata reala, lucrurile se schimba insa. De cate ori nu au facut altii misto de mine, prin altii ma refer persoane cu autoritate, nu prieteni, si eu am stat si am tacut. Prima persoana care mi vine in minte e fosta mea profesoara de teatru careia nici pana azi nu i-am tinut piept. De ce? Nu stiu exact, dar ea nu ma placea si cu fiecare ocazie imi arata asta. Eu ce faceam? Stateam si taceam ca o idioata in loc sa zic ceva, sa-mi apar demnitatea si sa parasesc trupa pentru totdeauna. Cel mai rau e cand restu nu intelegeau nervii mei, eu eram outsider-ul, si chiar daca as fi  vorbit si mi-as fi sups parerea, toata lumea ar fi fost ceva de genu : "Care-i problema cu tipa asta? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori nu am ajuns acasa un pachet de nervi si dupa ce m-am calmat am inceput sa ma gandesc: "Ce toanta am fost! De ce nu i-am zis eu ce trebuia. Trebuia sa il pun la punct calumea. sa ma dea afara, de aia nu mai pot eu. Nu are dreptul sa se poarte asa cu mine!" si apoi m-am rugat vreo doua luni ca sa vina un moment in viata cand persoanele acelea au depins de mine si sa le raspund cu aceeasi moneda. (inca ma mai rog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da am si eu, ca toi ceilalti frustrarile mele. De ce nu am zis nimica? De ce nu i-am comentat? De ce nu i-am zis aia sau aia? Dar apoi ma intreb...ce rost avea sa zic? Oricum nu ar fi inteles!!!! Ma coboram si eu la nivelul lor dar cu ce pret? Imi pastram demnitatea(ei oricum nu ar fi inteles chestia asta) dar m-ar fi costat scump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu, ieri la info, in loc sa tac si sa il las pe profesor sa imi zic ca sa nu mai deschid gura ca numa aude "how much stupidity you have" mai bine ma ridicam si ziceam ca sa nu vorbeasca asa cu mine. Sau cand imi zicea ca "vai ce fata trista esti. Esti suparata ca nu ai stiut?" sa nu tac si sa ii zic "am stiut dar nu stiti dvs. corecta". Sau atunci cand mi-a zis "iti dau 8 dar imi ramai datoare" sa ii zic "domnule, eu nu-s de 8. Nu merit 8-le asta. Ca dvs nu stiti corecta, e alta problema. Asa ca eu nu va raman datoare cu nimica. si apoi sa ies dramatic din sala trantind usa dupa mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce folos aveau toate astea? daca el ma face proasta in fata in conditiile in care stiu din semigrupa cam cel mai bine info si da note pe nedrept. In conditiile in care i-am aratat ca am facut in alta metoda pentru ca in enunt nu zicea metoda si incepea sa ma ia la misto ca "Nu ne certam. eu am intotdeauna dreptate, problema urmatoare". Ce-o poti sppune unui om care zice asa ceva? Ca are si el frustrarile lui cu siguranta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand EL este profesor, sef sau cineva de care depinzi, degeaba ii explici frumos, nu urli ca nu merge. EL e SEFU'. El are intotdeuna dreptate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea, m-am hotarat. Data viitoare o sa zic ce am de zis. Macar sa fiu impacata, pentru ca altfel toata viata o sa mi-o petrec rugandu-ma sa bata vreodata profu de info, profa de teatru, tipa aia pe care nu o suport etc etc etc la usa ca sa le-o pot intoarce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da o sa-mi dea 4 si o sa merg la toamna, si colegii o sa ma faca isterica dar macar nu o sa ma scol la 3 noaptea cu un discurs perfect in minte pt ei. Refuz sa mai fiu casiera care suporta toti clientii furiosi si o data ii impusca pe toti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu stiati, in viata sunt 2 tipuri de oameni: clientii, care mereu is nervosi si se plang de preturi si casiera care mereu ii asculta si suporta in liniste dar care intr-o zi ii impusca pe toti. M-am saturat sa fiu casiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acuma inainte voi fi o persoana care nu stie sa taca, va comenta intr-una si nu va ceda atunci cand are dreptate de dragul prostilor. Profesori, dati-ma afara d ela ore, dati-mi 4, I'M NOT AFRAID. :))))))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4861534/Woman20happy-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4861534/Woman20happy-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5997500855432781549?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5997500855432781549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5997500855432781549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5997500855432781549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5997500855432781549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-out-of-my-way.html' title='Before and after'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5219137405516121312</id><published>2009-05-30T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:46:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce p*** mea, nu stii parca?</title><content type='html'>Am inteles: ti-ai luat carnetu' ca o vorbit tati. Ti-o luat masina ca doar esti fii'sa. Ai venit la ISE ca aici ti-e locul: la taxa, dar nu conteaza, are tati bani. Totusi, o chestie nu inteleg: ce p*** ai cu masina mea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu o luna merg eu linistita la faculta. Imi las masina ca tot omu' in parcare, frumos si nu la margine, intre doua masini in miezul parcarii. Cand ma intorc de la cursuri ma urc linistita in masina si cand sa ies din parcare, ce sa vad: oglinda mi-a fost lovita. Ma cobor, ma uit la ea cu o fata de genu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WTF?! eu am facut asta?! asa am venit cu ea de acasa?!&lt;/span&gt; ( da stiu, intrebare tampita)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..Mah...parca nu era asa inainte. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma urc la volan si incep sa ma gandesc la drumul meu spre faculta. Dupa ce analizez toate posibilitatile, imi dau seama ca nu eu am lovit-o. bun, intrebarea era; DA CINE??? Masina era parcata intre 2 masini, deci nu era o strada cu sens unic, ingusta, pe care sa treaca idioti si totusi, oglinda mea era sarita de pe sine  si unghiul pe care il facea cu geamul masinii era de vreo 150 de grade. CONCLUZIA: ceva VACA s-o dat jos din masina ei si cand a trecut pe langa a mea a dat cu fundul sau cu poseta de ea.:| comentarii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu trece o luna, ca incepe din nou sa se aglomereze parcarea. Vin grabita la faculta si caut loc de parcare...si caut...si caut...si intr-un final gasesc un loc. Cam expus, ce-i drept dar nu aveam timp sa mai caut. Cand ma intorc, SURPIZA!!!! masina frecata. Evident ca ma enervez dar pe cine sa trag la raspundere? Pe Matis ca nu face parcare cu plata? Pe tine, ca ti-ai luat carnetu si nu stii sa faci manevre, luate-ar ^%^%#@@ beep ^^%$## de proasta. Am inteles, nu stii parca, dar ce vina am eu? Sau toti ceilalti pe care sigur i-ai mai lovit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SiFGPyZoI2I/AAAAAAAAARA/emFIynK-haM/s1600-h/parcare+fsega.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SiFGPyZoI2I/AAAAAAAAARA/emFIynK-haM/s400/parcare+fsega.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341627870079361890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga mea, vizavi e parcarea de la mall. E goala, special pt din astea ca voi ce nu stiti parca dar va puneti ochelarii de soare pe nas, va luati LV si va urcati la volan. Iar prima data cand dati de asfalt, ne f***** pe toti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia, du-te draga si mai da-ti o data examenul de conducere ca de te mai prind prin parcare te omor. Jur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5219137405516121312?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5219137405516121312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5219137405516121312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5219137405516121312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5219137405516121312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ce-p-nu-stii-parca.html' title='Ce p*** mea, nu stii parca?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SiFGPyZoI2I/AAAAAAAAARA/emFIynK-haM/s72-c/parcare+fsega.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7659412568442921995</id><published>2009-05-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:41:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Romania it's not a fairytale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sports-spread-betting.co.uk/Images/eurovision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 417px;" src="http://www.sports-spread-betting.co.uk/Images/eurovision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mare dezamagire mare...Urla ziarele si blogurile in sus si in jos "V-AM ZIS NOI" ca asta e incapabila. Si prin asta, vreau sa zic Elena (fata popii). De cand cu selectia la Eurovision toata tara s-a impartit in tabere cu sustinatori: ba ca trebuia sa mearga Dalma, Blaxy Girls sau Zero, dar in NICI INTR-UN CAZ Elena. Si uite ca Elena a mers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au inceput cu injuraturi, ca au trisat, ca are pile fata, ca nu merita, ca e proasta, ca e fata popii... Nici dupa ce a trecut o buna bucata de vreme, romanii tot nu s-au obisnuit cu ideea ca Balkan Girls ne va reprezenta la Eurovision. In loc sa o sustina au aruncat cu noroi in ea ca e incapabila sa cante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitandu-ma in urma, asa a fost mereu cu Eurovizionul. Isterie nationala. Nimeni nu a castigat pe merit selectia nationala, iar daca echipa/solistul castigator nu obtinea punctaj bun la concurs, toti ziceau V-AM ZIS NOI!!!. Daca obtineau, toti ziceau BRAVOOO MAH!!! MEREU AM STIUT CA PUTETI! (yeah right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca aseara Elena ne-a reprezentat la Moscova. Prestatia ei? Buna. Voce? Buna. Coregrafie? Buna. Nu avem ce comenta. INSA, Eurovisionul e (cum s-a demonstrat din nou), un concurs politic. Si cum toata Europa e Impotriva Romaniei, nu am primit mai nici un vot. De la Spania 7 puncte si 12 de la Moldova (din nou, vot politic; dar daca altii o fac, de ce nu am face si noi?) au fost cam tot ce am obtinut... Iar pentru Norvegia a plouat cu cate 12 puncte pentru "chipesul" cantaret mai de la fiecare tara. Asa ca sa nu ne miram ca am luat doar locul 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acuma ma intreb: are cineva ceva cu Norvegia? De ce NU ar vota Norvegia? Piesa dragutza si nimeni nu are nimica cu ei. Are cineva ceva cu Romania? De ce NU ar vota toata Europa Romania? Asta e intrebarea care trebuie ne-o punem. Nu sa aratam cu degetul spre "fata popii" si sa zicem "V-AM ZIS NOI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aici vedeti piesele care au luat locurile 1, 2,3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiH4BFTELME"&gt; Locul 1 - Norvegia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_p7b5cxVRAs"&gt; Locul 2 - Islanda &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h68XVZpK3bE&amp;feature=related"&gt; Locul 3 - Azerbaijan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ati vazut piesele castigatoare, tot credeti ca piesa fetelor de la Blaxy Girls era pentru Eurovison? Eu cred ca piesa Elenei era perfecta pentru Eurovision si imi pare rau ca acuma o tara intreaga o va acuza ca din cauza ei a pierdut Romania. Romanii ar trebui sa inteleaga ca datorita comportamentului lor in Europa a fost asa votul,si noi ar trebui sa ii cerem scuze Elenei ca am facut-o de rusine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7659412568442921995?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7659412568442921995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7659412568442921995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7659412568442921995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7659412568442921995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-romania-its-not-fairytale.html' title='For Romania it&apos;s not a fairytale...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8565794491891901827</id><published>2009-05-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:33:42.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer(L) them...</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de multa vreme. Prea multa vreme. Insa...in ttot timpul asta care a trecut mi-au venit foarte multe idei bune despre care sa vorbesc. Asadar, azi pe ordinea de zi: cancerul in seriale. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, am zis-o si o mai zic: SUNT un tv-shows addict. Adica, ma uit la foarte multe seriale si foarte rar la filme. De ce? Pentru ca au un mod de a ma cuceri mai bun decat filmele. recent insa, am observat o chestie tare enervanta. Foarte multe seriale incep sa semene intre ele. Asa cum in telenovele era un tipar de genu fata bogata - servitoare- se indragosteste de sef - era defapt si nepoata stapanei casei (Inger Salbatic pt cunoscatori) sau baiat sarac - fata bogata- mama rea, si in seriale exista niste tipare deja ENERVANTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa luam de exemplu Grey's Anatomy. LA inceput, ceva nou. Buuuun. Replici faine, actori faini, cu farmec, lucruri amuzante dar si triste. Treptata insa...acest serial a devenit bun numai pt depresivi. NIMENI nu mai poate fi fericit in serial: daca e fericit unul, moare altul. LA fel in One Three Hill. Nu-mi amintesc sa fi fost chiar asa dramatic inainte. Dar de la putin dramatic la momentul in care un caine mananca inima care trebuia sa ii fie implantata unuia dintre personajele principale, e cale lunga. SERIOS! Ce se intampla cu scenariile din ziua de azi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nytimes.com/images/blogs/tvdecoder/posts/1107/strike-nov20-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 355px;" src="http://www.nytimes.com/images/blogs/tvdecoder/posts/1107/strike-nov20-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca totul sa fie perfect, mai nou TOATA lumea din seriale are cancer. Da toata lumea. Se pare ca boala asta e o veritabila mina de aur pt scenaristi din moment ce mai toate personajele is lovite de ea. Nu m-as mira, ca toamna viitoare sa aflam ca si Serena sau Heidi&amp; Spencer au cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai jos gasiti o scurta lista cu personaje din seriale care au/avut cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Samantha - Sex and the city&lt;br /&gt; * Lynnete - Desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt; * Izzie - Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt; * Molly, iubita lui Daniel - Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt; * Peyton -One Three Hill (nu e chiar cancer dar tot o boala rara si FOARTE grava)&lt;br /&gt;  etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca stiti personaje din seriale care au cancer, sunteti liberi sa le numiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana data viitoare, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't kill izzie :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8565794491891901827?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8565794491891901827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8565794491891901827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8565794491891901827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8565794491891901827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancerl-them.html' title='Cancer(L) them...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-9110013074382025617</id><published>2009-04-12T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:59:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgica....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SeJV-gMhM8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3jnKTX3oUN4/s1600-h/cordosgeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SeJV-gMhM8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3jnKTX3oUN4/s400/cordosgeorge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323912241788040130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;George micutz :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-9110013074382025617?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/9110013074382025617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=9110013074382025617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9110013074382025617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9110013074382025617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/georgica.html' title='Georgica....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SeJV-gMhM8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3jnKTX3oUN4/s72-c/cordosgeorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-9114084349613109734</id><published>2009-04-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:46:39.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia de cariera e un monstru...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00653/news-graphics-2007-_653226a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00653/news-graphics-2007-_653226a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute navigam linistita pe net pana cand dau de urmatorul articol: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotcity.ro/la-cine-tinem/femeia-de-cariera-e-un-monstru"&gt; http://www.hotcity.ro/la-cine-tinem/femeia-de-cariera-e-un-monstru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa il public mai jos ca sa va puteti amuza si voi, dar va recomand cu caldura sa intrati pe link pentru a va amuza de comentariile pe care unele d-soare le-au lasat la articol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de cariera e un monstru&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Lorena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mult timp treburile au mers in armonie. Barbatii vanau, aduceau acasa prada pe care o desparteau in carne pentru stomac si vestimente pentru acoperirea goliciunii iar femeile dereticau in pestera si faceau copii. Apoi barbatii mergeau la job, aduceau banii acasa. Femeile puneau pernele la aerisit, dadeau cu aspiratorul si cheltuiau banii cu pricina pentru stomac si goliciune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar uite ca acum femeia s-a saturat si fuge zilnic de-acasa spre zgarie-nori cu nume sonore, unde se hotarasc destinele omenirii. Indata ce ajunge acolo, isi sufleca manecile si incepe sa faca scandenberg cu barbatii la serviciu. Iar cand ei sunt un pic intorsi cu  spatele, se catara pe umerii lor, folosindu-si unghiile pentru ascensiune, pana in varful icebergului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de acolo incepe, cocotata pe tocuri, sa dea directive, scuipandu-le seminte in cap. Castiga mult, poate mult prea mult ca sa mai fie armonie in casa. Isi ia repede o masina imensa, mai mare ca a partenerului de viata. Ca sa fie clar pentru toata lumea cine e cocosul cu sange de gaina care canta de se darama sandramaua, in rarele dati cand da pe-acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia asta pe mine personal ma sperie rau de tot. Ca ma sperie pe mine nici nu e grav. Dar strica reputatia femeii, in general, si ii sperie si pe majoritatea barbatilor cu care se intalneste. Ea se semnalizeaza, ca o ciuperca otravitoare (si acum inghite-ma daca mai ai tupeu), prin taioare cu taieturi dure, barbatesti, sub care nu mai esti chiar sigur ce sex se acunde. Cele doua umflaturi de pe piept sunt doar o reminiscenta jenanta si superflua, care sigur o sa dispara la urmatoarea upgradare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de cariera nu prea mai vrea sa nasca pui vii, pentru ca are atatea alte lucruri mai importante de dus pe umerii ei de creatura mutanta. Face rapoarte, prezideaza sedinte, da afara oameni, urla la subordonati, umbla cu degetul aratator la forecast-uri. Si vrea sa umple scaunul de director pe care acum sta altcineva, care trebuie urgent dat deoparte. Ajunge la 30 si ceva de ani, cand descopera cu stupoare ca organismul care nu s-a alienat pe deplin ii trage semnale de alarma. Societatea zice ca e timpul pentru copii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, vai! Uite ca pentru asta trebuie, unul la mana, sa faca sex. Si zau ca dupa atata stres la job nu prea ii mai vine. Si doi, 9 luni trebuie sa care dupa ea o povara, lucru care sigur o sa-i afecteze munca. Si apoi sa hraneasca pe cale naturala, brrr, un copil care o scoate din productie cel putin 2 luni. Vreme in care alta femeie de cariera, mai smechera, care nu s-a lasat insamantata, poate sa i-o ia inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine are nevoie de asa bataie de cap? Si pentru ce? Daca femeia de cariera a apucat sa faca déjà un copil, el e pe maini bune. Secretara ei va alege personal cadourile pentru Craciun si ziua lui. Bona va face cu el lectiile. Si macar o ruda va fi acolo cand Zana Maseluta va veni sa-i smulga un dinte pe inserat, in timp ce mama se incrunta la strategia pe termen lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre barbati, daca se incumeta vreunul sa i se incurce printre picioare, trebuie sa stie niste lucruri clare. Ca s-a terminat cu vremurile cand era cazul sa o invite la masa. Acum poate sa-si vaneze si singura, cu un click, carnea prinsa-n furculita. Si daca e bolnav trebuie sa-si poarte singur de grija, pentru ca un target ambitios nu se atinge daca te impiedici de un guturai. In vizite trebuie sa se obisnuiasca sa mearga singur, pentru ca boardul de directori are videoconference call duminica la pranz. Ca doar atunci poate sa discute mai in liniste asa, cu cifrele in fata.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine, femeia de cariera se preocupa numai de cariera, cum ii zice si numele. Ea pentru bussines se duce la coafor si se imbraca dimineata, nu pentru vreun barbat. Ea pentru business petrece ore lungi dupa program si sta cu ochii holbati in black berry in fiecare minut de weekend. Si nici nu-i trece prin cap sa dea o raita pe la piata de unde sa vina cu un brat de flori proaspete. La vreun concert nu merge, decat daca nu e cumva rost de vreun networking pe-acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de cariera e un monstru. Care trebuie tratat ca atare, cred eu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OPINII?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-9114084349613109734?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/9114084349613109734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=9114084349613109734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9114084349613109734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9114084349613109734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/femeia-de-cariera-e-un-monstru.html' title='Femeia de cariera e un monstru...?!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2526489677164552498</id><published>2009-04-05T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:40:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce crime ai comis in 2008?</title><content type='html'>Va provoc la un mic test: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.descopera.ro/quizz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CE CRIME AI COMIS IN 2008? (click aici)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SdkWWGOesiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3mm8Gf86Jr8/s1600-h/poza+blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SdkWWGOesiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3mm8Gf86Jr8/s400/poza+blog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321309003599229474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo aveti rezultatul meu. Vinovata. Nu sunt prea multumita de actiunile mele din 2008. &lt;br /&gt;Sa zicem ca nu a fost un an prea bun. ( am o scuza asa? :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2526489677164552498?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2526489677164552498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2526489677164552498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2526489677164552498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2526489677164552498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-crime-ai-comis-in-2008.html' title='Ce crime ai comis in 2008?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SdkWWGOesiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3mm8Gf86Jr8/s72-c/poza+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7371277955815693584</id><published>2009-03-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:00:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more drama</title><content type='html'>Lume judeca. Mereu. Dupa aparente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E corect? Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si? Toti o facem. Dar pana cand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana nu demult incercam sa ma scuz pentru cine sunt, pentru ca am anumite privilegii pe care altii nu le au. Pentru ca eu am primit lucruri care altii poate le merita mai mult decat mine, pentru ca sunt mai norocoasa, mai oportunista  si de  ce nu, poate mai inteligenta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat sa ma prefac ca totul e oke, cand nu e. M-am saturat sa zambesc cand nu de zambit, doar de dragul altora, de dragul aparentelor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA simt ca si cum tocmai as fi facut un dus rece. Credeam ca o data ce cresti si ajungi sa cunosti lume noua, e ca un nou inceput. Noi prieteni, noi colegi, ca ai o a 2a sansa dar nu e asa. Nu mai ai nici o sansa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat cresti mai mare, iti dai seama ca defapt viata e ca in liceu: mereu sunt cativa outsiders pe care lumea ii considera freaks; mereu sunt tipele alea fitzoase si bogate gen "mean girls"; mereu is tipii aia prea cool si prea fitzosi care ies cu fete mai mari pt ca cele de varsta lor sunt neinteresante; apoi tipii aia de care is clovni pt restul si mereu fac lumea sa rada;fetele care mereu invata tot zi si noapte si orice le intrebi stiu; fetele care se lasa usor cucerite la petreceri, mai ales dupa un pahar de alcool; baietii care sunt cool daca nu vin la scoala; baietii care stiu info si sunt tocilari ar pe care ii suni cand ti se strica calculatorul; tipele alea enervante super implicate in o mie de chestii si care se cred sefe; tipii aia sportivi care nu au citit o carte in viata lor... si lista poate continua la nesfarsit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuma uita-te in jur. Cati dintre ei nu se regasesc in lista de mai sus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea e, TU CARE ESTI?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7371277955815693584?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7371277955815693584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7371277955815693584&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7371277955815693584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7371277955815693584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-drama.html' title='No more drama'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1363201752143452169</id><published>2009-03-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:41:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>Nu demult am vazut un film super siropos la tv: Richard Gere, un barbat aflat in plinul crizei varstei mijlocii, se apuca de dansuri unde o cunoaste pe J.Lo de care se indragosteste. In final, sotia isi da seama ca el petrece timpul la clubul de dans si ii face o surpriza venind la un concurs. Final e dragut, el ramane cu sotia iar profesoara de dan, respectiv J.Lo renunta la club, plecand in lume sa se regaseasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buenosairescrew.com.ar/imag/pareja_tango-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.buenosairescrew.com.ar/imag/pareja_tango-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci m-a lovit: E o rusine sa iei lectii de dans? Sa fim seriosi, cati dintre noi stiu cu adevarat sa danseze? SA DANSEZE, nu sa se miste cum pot pe ringul de dans? Cati dintre noi pot valsa, sau sa danseze cha-cha? Foarte putini. Si putinii care merg la dansuri sunt luati in rasul lumii: "ha uite la fraierul asta merge la dansuri".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca m-am hotarat sa va indemn sa incercati sa mergeti la un curs de dans. Ieri am fost pentru prima oara si e extraordinar. Am lasat la o parte jena si rusinea si am simtit ritmul muzicii.+ ca iti formeaza o pozitie(a corpului) sanatoasa si e un mod de a face sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a va pune pe ganduri mai bine v-as ruga mult &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sa raspundeti cat se poate de sincer la sondajul din dreapta&lt;/span&gt;, pentru ca peste 3 zile am de gand sa scriu un post in care sa va recomand locuri unde sa puteti invata sa dansati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganditi-va...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DE CE NU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Stiu ca am scris "mi-ar place" in loc de mi-ar "placea" la sondaj dar e prea tarziu sa mai schimb, asa ca scuze :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1363201752143452169?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1363201752143452169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1363201752143452169&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1363201752143452169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1363201752143452169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1805418117582433205</id><published>2009-03-14T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:50:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour queen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sunt un soarece de reviste. Recunosc. Imi place sa citesc, rasfoiesc, cumpar reviste. Am eu cateva favorite pe care LUNAR le caut la chioscurile de ziare. Pana cand intr-o zi, dupa ce mi-am luat una din reviste sa-mi fac ratia saptamanala observ ca platesc si mai mult, vreo 7 lei pe un mic "cadouas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/files/Cosmetics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/Cosmetics.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajung acasa, desfac revista iar cadoul =&gt; un lac de unghii si ceva lip de buze. Siiii, fiindca m-au prins intr-o zi proasta, am pus manutza pe tastatura si am trimis urmatorul mail redactiei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Glamour queen?! rusinica...&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;"Ruxi Serdean" &lt;just_ruxi@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;glamour@liberis.ro, tofan@liberis.ro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga revista,&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii ca m-ai dezamagit. In fiecare luna alerg nerabdatoare sa te cumpar. Uneori te gandesti sa ma si surprinzi... oferindu-mi porduse gratuite care vin impreuna cu revista. Din nefericire insa, aceste produse nu-si merita numele de "Glamour Queen".&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ma si chinui sa-mi caut nuantele care mi se potrivesc aflu cu stupoare ca aceste produse lasa de dorit: rujul se rupe, nu e rezistent si are un gust oribil, lacul de unghii are un miros ciudat, pensula de aplicare e prea groasa si nu se poate folosi, lacul nu se usuca si poate fi indepartat prin simpla zgarietura sau lip-ul de buze nu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si stii care e paradoxul? Ca acuma faci tam-tam la PREMIILE GLAMMIES unde trebuie sa votam cele mai bune produse.Nu e cam ciudat sa cumperi o revista care iti recomanda produsele cele mai bune dar care la randul ei iti ofera gratis niste produse de toata jena?&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca sunt aproapr gratis, dar ceea ce e mai rau e ca nu pot cumpara revista si fara aceste produse oribile. Daca nu iti poti permite sa oferi produse bune, mai bine fa-ti un favor si nu ne obliga sa le cumparam.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca a fost o critica negativa sper ca vei tine cont de parerea mea, mai ales ca am observat ca in luna martie vom primi cadou 2 rujuri. "Ce bucurie pe capul nostru..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruxandra Serdean-Verde,&lt;br /&gt;Cluj-Napoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, luna aceasta ce sa vad in magazinul immedio? revista Glamour se vindea si cu cadou si fara... Coincidenta sau nu, un lucru e cert: m-am simtit EXTRAORDINAR de bine si de usurata dupa ce am dat send la mail... ca si cum toata frustrarea mea de luni bune si furia care o tineam ascunsa s-a eliberat.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa am ajuns o persoana mai buna :D&lt;br /&gt;(sunt convinsa ca macar unele persoane care vor citi postul vor intelege EXACT ce am vrut sa spun )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1805418117582433205?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1805418117582433205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1805418117582433205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1805418117582433205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1805418117582433205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/glamour-queen.html' title='Glamour queen?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2633800657730012130</id><published>2009-02-18T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:12:47.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da mai departe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/114/8/b/New_ID_by_little_crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/114/8/b/New_ID_by_little_crazy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi uite că am primit şi eu o leapşă de la dragul de &lt;a href="http://www.mrgeorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Să vedem ce iese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNT: paranoica&lt;br /&gt;AS VREA: sa fiu mai independenta decat ma cred&lt;br /&gt;PASTREZ: prea multe prostii&lt;br /&gt;MI-AS FI DORIT: sa fi stiut mai multe ( sa stiu o data pentru totdeauna cand se scrie fi/fii)&lt;br /&gt;NU IMI PLACE: cand ma bati la cap  &lt;br /&gt;AUD: prea multe&lt;br /&gt;IMI PARE RAU: prea rar&lt;br /&gt;IMI PLAC: toti si toate atat timp cat se poate discuta despre ei/ele =))))&lt;br /&gt;NU SUNT: de incredere&lt;br /&gt;DANSEZ: cum pot =)))))&lt;br /&gt;NICIODATA: nu adorm inainte de 12 &lt;br /&gt;RAR: recunosc ca am gresit&lt;br /&gt;PLANG:prea des si prea usor&lt;br /&gt;NU SUNT INTOTDEAUNA: vinovata desi asa pare&lt;br /&gt;NU IMI PLACE DE MINE: cand cedez&lt;br /&gt;SUNT CONFUZA: cand sunt singura&lt;br /&gt;AM NEVOIE: de tine...&lt;br /&gt;AR TREBUI: sa dorm mai mult si sa dau mai departe leapsa dar am sa o fac maine..acuma imi e prea somn :) sry..GG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2633800657730012130?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2633800657730012130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2633800657730012130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2633800657730012130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2633800657730012130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-mai-departe.html' title='Da mai departe....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5525830871476041321</id><published>2009-02-15T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:33:03.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>copii care fac copii...</title><content type='html'>Buna dimineata! &lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea sa spun asta si cu voce tare ce bine ar fi. Nu de alta, dar raceala mea se transforma intr-o boala in toata regula : am inceput sa tusesc, sa imi pierd vocea....and it keeps getting better &amp; better.&lt;br /&gt;Daar ca sa fie totul perfect azi dimineata ma trezesc m-am uitat la, da ati auzit bine: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In al 7-lea cer&lt;/span&gt;... stiti familia aia mare cu multi multi copii. Ei bine, se pare ca toti copiii de acolo si-au cam ratat destinul.&lt;br /&gt;Nu eram o mare fana a serialului pana acuma dar dupa ce mi-am dat seama ca jumate din personajele din serial ori sunt gravide ori "rebele", ceva nu e in regula. &lt;br /&gt;Nu era "in al 7-lea cer" un serial de familie? Un serial adresat unui public tanar, care trebuie sa cunoasca valorile morale si familiale? Un serial INOFENSIV? Se pare ca nu e ... &lt;br /&gt;Oricum, fara sa intru prea mult in detalii, va spun ca m-a dezagamit. Si daca tot am ajuns la capitolul familie, am gasit un articol foooooarte interesant zilele astea pe net: &lt;br /&gt;Se face ca un copil de 13 ani (!!!!!!!!!!!) e tata. REPET: un copil de 13 ani are un alt copil cu o fata de 15 ani.(!!!!!!!!!!!) defapt, baiatul avea doar 12 cand bebelusul a fost conceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SZf8ZujAl-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TuI7tfwTMa0/s1600-h/SNN1305AA-380_732314a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SZf8ZujAl-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TuI7tfwTMa0/s320/SNN1305AA-380_732314a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302984605173848034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CUM SE POATE ASA CEVA? Nu e ceva neinregula cu noi toti daca lasam asa ceva sa se intample? Si asta nu e tot. Dupa o discutie purtata cu cineva de clasa a 8-a ( lasam persoana anonima), aflu ca jumate din clasa a 8-a deja si-a incercat norocul in a face copii. Copii care fac copii. Eu inca sunt socata. Si ce e mai rau, ca lor li se pare normal: Aaaa da, si colega mea o FACUT-O deja cu prietenuso. Si intreb eu: Da mama ei stie?? &lt;br /&gt;STIE CINEVA CE SE INTAMPLA CU COPIII DIN ZIUA DE AZI? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt. mai multe informatii despre cazul baietelului de 13 ani care a devenit parinte dati clik &lt;a href=" http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;AICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5525830871476041321?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5525830871476041321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5525830871476041321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5525830871476041321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5525830871476041321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/copii-care-fac-copii.html' title='copii care fac copii...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/SZf8ZujAl-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TuI7tfwTMa0/s72-c/SNN1305AA-380_732314a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7418191563554920060</id><published>2009-02-11T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:49:15.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple life'/><title type='text'>Back to the real world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rjo0294l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rjo0294l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am adoptat un nou look. De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot face fata concurentei. Vad ca mai nou toata lumea (aka. &lt;a href="http://www.mrgeorge.blogspot.com"&gt;GG&lt;/a&gt;) e obsedata in a-si gasi o imagine noua, care sa i se potriveasca. Asa ca am zis, de ce nu? Am aruncat vechiul mov din fundal si am gasit acest minunat decor pe care m-am chinuit 2 zile sa il adaptez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum a inceput noul an, mi-am propus sa ma reapuc de scris. Asa ca pentru tema de azi am un subiect destul de interesant: moartea handablistului Marian Cozma si cum din nou posturile de televiziune ne bombardeaza cu reportaje despre cortegiul funerar care l-a insotit pe acesta.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare foarte rau pentru el si familia lui si da, este intradevar o nenorocire. dar de aici pana la toata sarada asta e o cale lunga.( sa se faca un gupa de HI5 in memoria lui Marian Cozma??serios acuma....) La fel se intampla cu orice artist sau sportiv care moare inainte de vreme.&lt;br /&gt;Va mai aduceti minte de Laura Stoica? O cantareata pe care lumea a ajuns sa o cunoasca doar dupa ce a murit si la toate stirile vedeai titlul: "A murit o stea..." In timpul vietii deja nu o mai aprecia nimeni si nu avea un succes rasunator. Dar dupa ce a murit, toate radiourile au inceput sa ii difuzeze piesele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e durereos cum toata viata ne chinuim sa fim cineva, sa avem succes, sa ne facem auziti si doar dupa ce disparem isi dau seama ceilalti ce avem de oferit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7418191563554920060?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7418191563554920060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7418191563554920060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7418191563554920060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7418191563554920060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the real world'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-4063849559774429306</id><published>2008-07-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:17:52.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iluzii'/><title type='text'>M-ai pacalit candva...statiune mult iubita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traveljournals.net/pictures/l/0/4262-pe-epava-costinesti-romania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.traveljournals.net/pictures/l/0/4262-pe-epava-costinesti-romania.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Trebuie sa recunosc ca am iubit ani la rand litoralul romanesc. Inca il iubesc, dar mult mai putin. Cum poti sa nu iubesti trenul de la ora 16 care pleaca plin de copii si de sperante: vara asta am sa-mi fac de cap,cand ajungem la mare fug repede in apa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum 2 ani eram si eu printre tinerii doritori de distractie la Costinesti. Impreuna cu o mana de prieteni am luat drumul litoralului si pot spune ca nu am regretat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uitandu-ma totusi acuma la ce se intampla pe litoral, realizez ca a ramas exact la fel. Nici o investitie, terase penibile, aceleasi discoteci (Tineretului si Ring), aceleasi trupe de 2 lei care canta in fiecare seara pt 200 de euro. Nici macar Mamaia nu mai e cea fost. Daca alegi sa stai la hotel, te fura la drum mare... Pretul pe noapte e acelasi ca si la un hostel din Roma, unde sincer ai mai bune conditii. Hotel de 3 stele (renovat recent cica!) cu mobilier de pe vremea lui Ceausescu. Asta, sau mergi la unul de 5***** unde platesti din nou foarte mult, pentru ce?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camitravel.com/fotomic/mamaia/hotel_apollo/apollo-mamaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.camitravel.com/fotomic/mamaia/hotel_apollo/apollo-mamaia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru apa murdara, pentru tigani care vand namol, pentru mitici care mananca seminte pe cearceaful alaturat, pentru manelele de la terase, pentru discrepanta dintre masinile luxoase care circula pe litoral si hotelurile in paragina, pentru mirosul de "mare", pentru ca nicaieri nu-i ca "acasa".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Au trecut 2 ani de cand nu am mai simtit nisipul de la Marea Neagra. Aud lume ca se duce in VAMA... in mamaia...dar nimeni la Costinesti? Vremurile vilei Alex au apus? Ce e e ciudat e ca desi recunosc si critic situatia actuala a statiunii, desi o urasc din vaste motive, desi Costinesti-ul nu mai e statiunea "noastra", daca as avea acuma sansa sa merg la mare, as face-o fara ezitare. pentru ca vreau sa vad cu ochii mei cum moare o iluzie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.softpedia.com/foto/images/fotos/rasaritul-epavei-la-costinesti-0-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://forum.softpedia.com/foto/images/fotos/rasaritul-epavei-la-costinesti-0-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-4063849559774429306?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4063849559774429306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=4063849559774429306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4063849559774429306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4063849559774429306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/07/costinesti-incotro.html' title='M-ai pacalit candva...statiune mult iubita'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1458077639426462965</id><published>2008-07-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:24:19.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unde e spiritul de patriot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dupa o lunga absenta iata-ma din nou in fata calculatorului, gata sa scriu din nou. Problema e ca...nu stiu exact ce sa spun... cum sa spun... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Vad ca George a facut deja un "review" la ce se intampla "after" school. La ce simti cand termini cu scoala, BAC-ul, admiterea... cum ai impresia ca iti vine sa plangi, dar tot te bucuri, cum esti nerabdator sa incepi facultatea dar cu un ochi privesti nostalgic spre trecut la bancile de elev pe care le lasi in urma. Asa ca nu am de gand sa mai abordez subiectul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;In schimb, am o noua intrebare: DE CE NU MAI CUMPARAM MASINI DACIA?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pai... raspunsul e chiar foarte simplu. Desi, statistic vorbind, romanii au incredere in masina "poporului", eu nu cunosc pe nimeni care sa dispuna de banii necesari achizitonarii unei Dacia Sandero sau Logan si sa nu opteze pentru altceva. Prefera sa cumpere masini second-hand decat o dacie noua. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Desi acum cateva saptamani cand ma milogeam de tata sa-mi cmpere masina am declarat :"Si o Dacie e buna!", stiu ca nu vorbeam serios. Nu as conduce o Dacie nici in ruptul capului. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;De ce? Pentru ca suntem in Romania. In incercarea de a face ceva bun, romanii nu au reusit decat sa-si pastreze imaginea pe care o au deja, si anume ca nu pot face nimic perfect. Azi am fost la un service Dacia unde serviciile au fost sub orice critica. Pentru ca muncitorii se aflau in "pauza de masa" am asteptat inca o ora in plus, timp in care service-ul era gol. Cand am mers si am spus ca am venit dupa masina, ne-au cerut nr de inmatriculare, nici un act, nimic, nicio verificare. Puteam foarte bine sa furam masina ( care era cielo, nu dacie).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Trecand peste asta, ora de asteptare pe care am petrecut-o acolo ne-a dat sansa sa admiram noile modele expuse in curte. Dragutze, dar pur si simplu nu-mi inspira incredere. O cumperi si apoi te cheama in service ca asta nu e bine, finisajele nu-s calumea, iti cade oglinda...tot felu de porcarii pe care eu nu le pot pricepe: e chiar asa de greu sa faca un lucru BINE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1458077639426462965?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1458077639426462965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1458077639426462965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1458077639426462965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1458077639426462965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/07/unde-e-spiritul-de-patriot.html' title='Unde e spiritul de patriot?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8710303328219536841</id><published>2008-04-08T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:39:51.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spre norocul meu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_86/1159371100ld4pBH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_86/1159371100ld4pBH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua de azi a inceput bine. A decurs bine. Pana cand am avut parte de un eveniment care m-a bulversat complet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma indreptam impreuna cu L. spre minunatele ora de romana din particular pe traseul nostru din fiecare marti: mai intai mancam (azi la restaurantul chinezesc) si apoi luam troleul spre manastur(azi NR.1).&lt;br /&gt;Bunnn....&lt;br /&gt;Bilet avem, in troleu insa aglomeratie mare. De miros, ce sa mai zic. Toate bune si frumoase (exceptand faptul ca efectiv eu si L. am fost prinse la usa ca niste batrani nu realizau ca de aia sunt puse scarile la urcare pt a fi urcate si a junge pe culoar nu pt a stationa si bloca urcarea in troleu!!!) pana cand eu simt ca cineva umbla in ghiozdanul meu. Ma intorc brusc si vad un tip dublu cat mine ( probabil tigan...aaaa, by the way azi e ziua rromilor!! Happy b-day...(hotilor)!!)) cum statea mutit si se uita la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit la ghiozdan care era larg deschis si incep sa urlu : CE CREZI CA FACI???&lt;br /&gt;tipu..sta..se uita asa la mine speriat si zice...eu..? ce??&lt;br /&gt;speriata bag repede mana in ghiozdan si vad ca nu am portofelul. ma uit dispearata spre tip care avea aceasi fata MUTA si vad ca are la piept putin umflata geaca. zic :&lt;br /&gt;CE AI ACOLO MAH???? DA SA VAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;tipu sta speriat si zice...ce? eu..? bag repede mana in buzunar si simt materialul de piele intoarsa al portofelului dar nu apuc sa il scot ca se trage tipu cu tupeu...cat tupeu..atata i-o trebut:&lt;br /&gt;DA_MI MA NENOROCITULE BANII INAPOI!!!! NU AUZI? TE-AM VAZUT DA-MI BANIiiiiiiiii!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;intre timp L. se uita speriata la mine si zice...ce ai patit?&lt;br /&gt;MI-A LUAT BANII! L-AM VAZUT! ARE BANII MEI IN GEACA SI NU VREA SA-MI DEA PORTOFELUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DA-MI MA BANII TU NU AUZI????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tot troleul se uita la mine de parca eram nebuna... in stg mea erau niste barbati de vreo 40 de ani 9barbati) care stateau ca mutii si se uitau la mine&lt;br /&gt;CE VA UITATI LA MINE???!! FACETI CEVA?! NU AUZITI CA MI-A LUAT BANII SI NU VREA SA MI-I DEA INAPOI!!!&lt;br /&gt;spre norocul meu toata lumea a inceput sa urle catre tip sa mi dea bani...dar el stea ca un BOU!!!! si se facea ca nu aude... troleul ajunge in statie si noi eram exact langa usa.&lt;br /&gt;lumea incepe sa urle catre sofer sa nu deschida usa din mijloc sa nu poata sa iasa... tipu era inconjurat si cu putin tupeu bag mana si-mi  scot portofelul intact.&lt;br /&gt;usile se deschid, tipul iese impins de calatorii nervosi si fuge repede si eu raman tremuran si nervoasa (cu banii ce-i drept :D) in troleu spre a-mi continua drumul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPILOG&lt;br /&gt;1. troleul era plin..cum nu a vazut nimeni cum el isi baga mana in buzunarul meu MARE de la ghiozdan?&lt;br /&gt;2. buzunarul mic era deja deschis unde aveam i-podul dar (spre norocul meu) idiotul nu stia prob ce e aia sau nu l-a vazut si nu l-a luat. totusi a avut tupeu tipul sa incerce mai departe in buzunarul mare, daca nu a gasit nimic acolo...&lt;br /&gt;3. nimeni nu a zis nimic pana nu am urlat eu ca de ce stau si se uita la mine&lt;br /&gt;4. individul s-a speriat de mine (spre norocul meu) si nu a reactionat violent..putea sa scoata un cutit sau sa ma loveasca si sa impinga lumea sa iasa din troleu.&lt;br /&gt;de aceea nu stiu daca e bine sau nu cum am reactionat pentru ca mi-am pus viata in pericol pt 50 lei dar nu puteam sa ma prefac ca nu am vazut cum el mi-a furat banii. cat despre plangere la politie, nu l-a retinut nimeni ( din toti adultii si barbatii din troleu) iar eu cu L. nu aveam nici o sansa in fata unui BOUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morala?!&lt;br /&gt;ia un taxi care e 10 lei, decat sa pierzi 50 si sa fi nevoit sa te intorci pe jos dupa aceea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8710303328219536841?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8710303328219536841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8710303328219536841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8710303328219536841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8710303328219536841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/04/spre-norocul-meu.html' title='spre norocul meu..'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6685114364076758465</id><published>2008-02-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:31:46.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce sa dormi cu capul spre nord?</title><content type='html'>Incep prin a va spune ca am o noua tehnica de a aborda troleul (). Atunci cand ies din casa refuz sa ma gandesc la posibilitatea de a pierde 25-ul. si pana ajung in statie ma concentrez :"nu vine pana nu ajung in statie, nu vine pana nu ajung in statie..." si iata ca merge! am incercat o singura data pana acuma dar sincer nu vreau sa cred ca a fost o simpla coincidenta... am gandit pozitiv si uite ca exact cand am ajuns in statia de la fiesta vad cum vine troleul linistit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totusi, de ce sa dormi cu capul spre nord? pentru ca eu am incercat. si am observat diferenta. a doua zi dimineata ma simteam plina de energie si gata sa incep o noua zi.&lt;br /&gt;toata ziua a decurs excelent si exista 2 posibilitati : ori dormitul spre nord si-a facut efectul, ori eram eu prea entuziasmata ca am dormit spre nord incat mi-am "aranjat" ziua??? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alat problema la ordinea zilei..&lt;br /&gt;ieri in timp ce ma chinuiam sa il descriu pe ion si sa urmaresc serialul de la 23:15 _Disparuti fara urma_ imi pune tata "doamne ce o sa-ti lipseasca tie temele astea"&lt;br /&gt;ooo, vai! cu siguranta o sa plang in fiecare zi ca:&lt;br /&gt;1.NU o sa mai am teme!&lt;br /&gt;2.NU o sa mai am ore in particular!&lt;br /&gt;3.Nu o sa ies la tabla a doua zi!&lt;br /&gt;4.Nu o sa ma astepte un examen de care va depinde viata mea!&lt;br /&gt;chiar o sa imi lipseasca :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R7tKkZ09DII/AAAAAAAAAH0/r0GmNSdrSDU/s1600-h/16iunie+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R7tKkZ09DII/AAAAAAAAAH0/r0GmNSdrSDU/s320/16iunie+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168806986606513282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si acuma as vrea sa ii urez un calduros "LA MULTI ANI" mult stimabilului meu coleg, George C. care timp de 8 ani a tinut sa-mi faca zilele lucratoare un adevarat infern. GG iti multumesc ca in clasa a 8-a ai stat in spatele meu un an intreg si ma stresai ca te superi pe mine si nu mai vorbesti cu mine, iti multumesc ca m-ai primit si m-ai gazduit sub umila ta locuinta si cabanuta...iti multumesc ca la biologie ai fost un adevarat sprijin si un om de baza fara de care intreg randul nu ar fi avut asa performante uimitoare...iti mai multumesc ca ai tinut mereu sa ma anunti cand xeroxeaza ritiu testele si sa ma informezi cand Britney s-a ras in cap. iti voi ramane vesnic recunoscatoare ca mi-ai deschis ochii spre o noua lume : desperate housewives!!! ( si grey's anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;Nu in ultimul rand gg iti multumesc ca vii cat de des poti la scoala pentru ca stiu ca nu vrei sa iti parasesti camarazii in timpul bataliei. Daca si parintii tai ar vedea cate ai facut pentru noi, sunt convinsa ca ti-ar cumpara o masina.&lt;br /&gt;LA MULTI ANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ms pt ca imi amintesti cand sunt de servici si trebuie sa sterg tabla... mereu uit :)) aaa...si GG face 19!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6685114364076758465?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6685114364076758465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6685114364076758465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6685114364076758465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6685114364076758465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-ce-sa-dormi-cu-capul-spre-nord.html' title='de ce sa dormi cu capul spre nord?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R7tKkZ09DII/AAAAAAAAAH0/r0GmNSdrSDU/s72-c/16iunie+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3979281092630158013</id><published>2008-02-08T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:51:16.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>copii...incotro??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRc6YGU4PK0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRc6YGU4PK0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mai bine? cineva mi-a zis ca. da...asta e evolutia. si noi la vremea noastra eram emancipati. emanciparea noastra e acuma istorie. si parintii erau la randul lor revoltati asa cum si noi suntem acum. dar eu stau si ma uit in jur. cel mai bun exemplu e sora mea si prietenii ei. au 13 ani si deja "s-au lasat de fumat". &lt;br /&gt;"cum sa ies in curte asa imbracata?"&lt;br /&gt;"cum adica sa ma joc in fata blocului?"&lt;br /&gt;"dar nimeni nu vina acasa la ora 8!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta ceream si noi? asa eram si noi? noi nu ceream vizite la mall-uri pentru ca nu erau, asa cum parintii nostri citeau mai mult pentru ca se plictiseau si nu aveau pc-uri. &lt;br /&gt;deci a cui e vina? putem judeca? &lt;br /&gt;putem doar trage concluzii si sa le dam o sansa si acestor copii crescuti de parinti cu 2 job-uri si care la 16 ani primesc super party ( my sweet 16) si masini desi legal nu au dreptul sa conduca... copii care nu mai simt bucuria de a savura o acadea cu prietenii, copii care nu se mai bucura cand vad Navodari-ul...copii care nu au limite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3979281092630158013?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3979281092630158013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3979281092630158013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3979281092630158013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3979281092630158013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/02/copiiincotro.html' title='copii...incotro??'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5509298219601285710</id><published>2008-02-01T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:35:41.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bal mascat?!</title><content type='html'>luati-va costumul, masca, zambetul fals cu care ne-am obisnuit si intrati...upper east side?!&lt;br /&gt;daca veneai ieri in restaurantul chios puteai sa juri ca nu cunosti pe nimeni din racovitza. rectific. nu recunosti...&lt;br /&gt;toti ne-am luat haine mult prea elegante petrnu o astfel de ocazie dar macar am fost intr-un ton. am petrcut si ne-am dansat pana dimineata in obsession.&lt;br /&gt;daca petrecere a fost lipsita de evenimente va inselati... mereu sunt povesti si povestioare. asa de tare m-am saturat de costumele armani si de fitze!! cineva mi-a zis la un moment dat: nu-ti place muta-te!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ma mut. la dracu. acolo ma mut... acolo merit sa fiu. de ce? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca ne-am permis sa fim altfel. dar nu suntem. poate am fost intelesi gresit. mereu vor exista diferente. noi si voi. dar suntem la fel, nush de ce nu se vede. credeti ca vorbim? nu vorbim pe cat se crede ca vorbim. nu mai e la moda sa stai sa comentezi. nici nu merita sa te chinui sa comentezi. bvalul a trecut. maine se va si uita cine a plecat treaz si cine nu. doar unele profe nu se mai opreau din comentat toaletele elevelor de 18 ani.(?!!!!) seriously..get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trecand peste bal...am ramas nostalgica. a trecut asa repede tot si cu ce am ramas? am citit si stiu ca nu suntem un grup unit. nu suntem o clasa de prieteni. dar nu am putea fi. suntem diferiti. suntem personalitati puternice cu vise si iluzii diferite. vrem altceva. asta nu inseamna ca nu iubim. intr-un fel ne iubim cu totii. suntem 12A. mereu vom fi 12A. cu fitze, comentarii si barfe, suntem si vom aceeasi 12A...cu aceleasi fumuri de care m-am indragostit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R6Od5IPAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LbQnwe2czag/s1600-h/P1060718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R6Od5IPAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LbQnwe2czag/s400/P1060718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162143202685238306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5509298219601285710?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5509298219601285710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5509298219601285710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5509298219601285710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5509298219601285710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bal-mascat.html' title='bal mascat?!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R6Od5IPAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LbQnwe2czag/s72-c/P1060718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5034011420807289797</id><published>2008-01-29T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:24:14.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumea incotro? ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cps.tulane.edu/images/values_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://cps.tulane.edu/images/values_sm.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trecut mult timp de la ultimul meu post. multe s-au intamplat. prea putine importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actorul heath ledger a murit. cauza mortii? o posibila supradoza...cui ii pasa? azi gasesti pe toate site-urile veste ca el a murit...maine abia e stirea pe un link mic. e mai important ca s-a tuns rihanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elevii de 18 ani nu mai primesc alocatii. nu e corect. putem face ceva? putem spune ceva?&lt;br /&gt;traim intr-o lume in care parerea nu conteaza. iti e creuta, bineinteles..formal. doar traiesti intr-o societate democratica. dar tine cineva cont de ea? daca incerci sa te impui, stresezi, insisti...daca nu te impui, de ce nu te implici?&lt;br /&gt;dar daca nu-ti pasa? exista mii si mii de oameni care nu le pasa. de exemplu, zilele trecute imi povestea cum o tipa de la fac. de Studii Europene (sectia engleza) isi prezenta un proiect despre o personalitate istorica.Tipa, merge in fata clasei si incepe sa citeasca intr-o engleza de valenii de munte (sau somes english pt cunoscatori) si cand i se cere sa nu mai citeasca si sa rezume putin viata celui despre care vorbeste, ea incearca politicos sa explice ca viata personalitatii este descrisa is referat si ca vrea sa termine de prezentat. profa ii spune ca nu vrea ca tipa sa mai citeasca dar fata insista...no, no...i want..read...here will say...all you need to know. profa se lasa pagubasa, ii tranteste un 9 si o trimite la loc. studenta, happy ca si-a mai luat un examen chiar poate visa la bursa desi nivelul e sb nota 4.&lt;br /&gt;nu e in stare sa sustina o prezentare orala pe un subiect de cls. a 5a.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum sa nu te simti superior intr-o astfel de lume? Cum sa nu stii ce facultate sa alegi cand peste tot dai de prosti? nu e ceva neinregula cu sistemul de invatamant daca permite ca elevi/studenti de nota 4 sa ia 9 sau 10? poti spune ceva? conteaza ce vrei sa spui? cum poti fi apreciat la adevarata ta valoare intr-un astfel de sistem de valori cand doar aparente;le conteaza...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si acuma ma intreb...eu la ce facultate merg?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5034011420807289797?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5034011420807289797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5034011420807289797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5034011420807289797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5034011420807289797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lumea-incotro.html' title='lumea incotro? ....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7458126807878256438</id><published>2008-01-12T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:26:32.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anu care vine e mai bun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R4k95Hz9_LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BhUhNTxChYk/s1600-h/1755501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R4k95Hz9_LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BhUhNTxChYk/s400/1755501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154719300061101234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trecut 2007. bun, rau..ce mai conteaza? ideea e ca a trecut.&lt;br /&gt;a trecut vacanta de iarna si craciunul. am aruncat bradul.&lt;br /&gt;oficial, am incheiat treaba cu sarbatorile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asadar, am revenit la normalitate. same shit, different day?!&lt;br /&gt;anul nou aduce cu el "mici modificari" : statul ne primeste cu scumpiri (aviz amatorilor), magazinele ne primesc cu reduceri, viata te intampina cu multe dorinte( aka new year's resolutions) iar noi nu facem decat sa ne mulam dupa cerintele societatii... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lipsa postarii mele pe blog MULTE lucruri s-au intamplat si sincer in mine o intriga imensa TO SAY or NOT TO SAY???&lt;br /&gt;ma uit in jur si ad foarte multa lume singura. fara prieteni. oameni care habar nu au cum sa se poarte intr-o societate si cum sa se poarte cu cineva apropiat. oameni care nu au avut pe nimeni apropiat. care nu au un "bF" pe care sa il sune cAnd s-a intamplat ceva interesant sau pe umarul cui sa planga. acestia sunt cei care ar face orice sa se integreze si sunt cei mai evitati de cei mai multi dintre noi.&lt;br /&gt;de cate ori nu ne "chinuim" sa pastram o prietenie? hai ca suna eu daca nu suna ea... dar pur si simplu nu se poate. daca ea NU vrea, Nu vrea. atunci ramane o singura varianta: sa facem pe interesantii. le aratam tuturor ce mult lucruri avem noi, ce destepti suntem noi, da de ne admira cineva.&lt;br /&gt;..nu asta e solutia. daca esti bun, toti stiu ca esti bun, daca esti bogata, toti stiu asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asadar, pentru anul care vine, eu nu am dorinte irealizabile. vreau doar sa-mi iau bacul, sa sar cu parasuta si sa calatoresc mai mult. la urma urmei, de mine depinde daca totul se va implini.&lt;br /&gt;pana data viitoare, behave yourself and maybe things will change, my dear "friend"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       yours,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            ruxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7458126807878256438?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7458126807878256438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7458126807878256438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7458126807878256438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7458126807878256438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2008/01/anu-care-vine-e-mai-bun.html' title='anu care vine e mai bun...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/R4k95Hz9_LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BhUhNTxChYk/s72-c/1755501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1633601134531775695</id><published>2007-12-18T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:06:31.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>afford everything?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://houseplans-luxury.com/Tranquility1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://houseplans-luxury.com/Tranquility1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot afford everything. either we are speaking about simple x-mas presents or real life facts, you never have everything. (everything means luxury?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se presupune ca o femeie de 25 de ani pentru a fi fericita are nevoie de lucruri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. o casa a ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. o slujba buna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. un iubit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nimeni nu le are pe toate. de obicei, cele mai norocase, primesc 2 din 3. DAR care sa le alegi? toate sunt importante, nu?&lt;br /&gt;daca asta se aplica pentru o femeie &gt;25 pentru o fata de 18 ani de ce e nevoie sa fie fericita? o data ca cresti devii mai pretentios..dar pana cand?&lt;br /&gt;nu ar trebui sa existe o limita a bunului simt atunci cand cerem cadouri de craciun?&lt;br /&gt;cand avem de toate si totusi..NU ne ajunge.?!&lt;br /&gt;NICIODATA nu avem de toate. mereu va fi ceva... ski-uri, telefon nou, cizme, laptop, blugi, o vaza...mereu se gaseste ceva care lipseste. ceva ce nu avem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asadar..de ce nu le avem pe toate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana recent( aka acum 4 luni) ma uitam la minunatul serial tv Grey's Anatomy pana intr-o zi cand am avut o "revelatie". in serial nimeni nu e fericit. nimeni nu are totul. daca X e din nou cu Y atunci va avea probleme la servici, sau invers. asa ca ma tot gandesc? why watch it? to see that others are dark &amp;amp; twisted (meredith)? sau ca nici ei nu le au pe toate? e ca si cum te regasesti pe tine. dar acum, cand lucrurile stau altfel (aka sunt fericita :)) nu mai pot savura serialul. mi se pare ca totul e dus la extrem si ca e prea pesimist desi acuma 4 luni am vazut de 3 ori toate seriile. exista seriale pentru oameni fericiti sau pentru oameni tristi? da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dar atunci fetele care se uita la telenovele ce fel de oameni sunt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;.....??&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/4a/DaysofOurLives1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/4a/DaysofOurLives1976.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;related to the main topic&lt;&lt;eu style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;daca stii ce vrei, te multumesti cand primesti&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1633601134531775695?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1633601134531775695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1633601134531775695&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1633601134531775695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1633601134531775695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/12/afford-everything.html' title='afford everything?!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5476889482278454077</id><published>2007-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:34:40.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce EU?</title><content type='html'>din tot poporul existent pe glob, cred ca numai EU trec prin asa ceva. tot mai des si tot mai nesimtit. deci sa o luam cu inceputul.&lt;br /&gt;eu locuiesc intre doua statii de troleu la distante aproximativ egale ( sa zicem 200m), adik la mijloc. de fiecare data cand ies din bloc ma lovesc de dilema: stanga sau dreapta? daca ar fi asa simplu as zice stanga dar niciodata nu e simplu!! de ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/minneapolis/1/7/R/q/Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/minneapolis/1/7/R/q/Bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.stanga==&gt;pt ca in cele n cazuri cand am ales stanga, dupa primii 100 de metri pe jos trece troleul pe langa mine. si atunci ma gandesc: daca mergeam pe dincolo, sigur il prindeam. data viitoare aleg dreapta :-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.dreapta==&gt; din cele n cazuri cand am ales dreapta,in n/2 cazuri dupa primii 100 de metri trece pe langa mine troleul. si atunci ma gandesc: daca alegeam stanga, sigur il prindeam.&lt;br /&gt;raman desigur n/2 cazuri in care nu trece pe langa mine dar atunci il vad in spate ca se indreapta spre statie. deci apuca-te fetito si fugi (da! se poate alerga pe tocuri) ca sa nu pierzi 25! stiu ca se zice..."niciodata sa nu alergi dupa femei/barbati sau dupa tramvaie/trolee pentru ca mereu va sosi urmatorul" DAR cand il vezi ca vine si te si GRABESTI, nu poti sa nu fugi. deci fugim: din aceste n/2 cazuri cand fugim, in inca n/2 imi scap ceva pe jos sau calc intr-o balta :|. in restul, n/2(defapt e n/4:P) ajung la troleu; buuun&lt;br /&gt;aici insa din nou in 50% din cazuri mi se inchide usa in nas sau din cele 50% ramase, in 40% e prea glomerat ca sa urc; DECI raman 10% sanse din n/4 sa urc. si URC.&lt;br /&gt;siiiiiiiii cand urc din nou 50% din cazuri ma intampina un miros insuportabil de oameni care au uitat sa se spele pe dinti si care tin neaparat sa vobeasca nonstop!!!&lt;br /&gt;raman astefel infimele sanse sa fie un troleu normal. daca e normal, pun pariu ca e controlor. ( nu am de unde sa stiu cum arata un troleu normal pt ca nu am ajuns din nefericire niciodata asa de departe...nu din cele 2 statii cel putin)&lt;br /&gt;ASADAR...dupa un calcul "simplu" imi dau seama ca e aproape imposbil sa am o calatorie normala de acasa cu troleul. pentru ca EU sunt EU si nu se poate ca universul sa faca o data ca troleul sa ajung in statie o data cu mine, sa fie aproape gol si proaspat spalat si sa nu aiba controlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epilog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venind azi spre casa si trecand cu vreo 50m de statia din dreapta :)) vad un tip mic, intr-un trening rosu fugind de mama focului spre centru. apoi ma uit si tocmai trecut pe langa mine un 25... am zambit :) si mi-am vazut de drum. undeva sus, exista dreptate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5476889482278454077?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5476889482278454077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5476889482278454077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5476889482278454077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5476889482278454077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-ce-eu.html' title='de ce EU?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-211264650087031681</id><published>2007-12-06T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:27:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cercul vicios al adrenalinei</title><content type='html'>deci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avionaru.ro/2007/12/01/voi-pe-ce-lume-traiti/"&gt;nu inteleg de ce barbatii se incapataneaza sa demonstreze tuturor ca femeile sunt proaste??? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;===dati click :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tema asta cu barbati vs. femei e foarte disputata din cate vad eu. dar de ce? ei nu pot trai fara noi. proaste, blonde, urate, cu sau fara tocuri, tot va fi cineva care sa ne iubeasca...un "fraier", nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trecand peste asta...zilele trecute m-a lovit un gand. care a fost cea mai crazy chestie care am facut-o?&lt;br /&gt;am mers vreodata la mare fara bani? Nu...&lt;br /&gt;am fugit vreodata noaptea pe geam de acasa? Nu...&lt;br /&gt;am mers beata la scoala? Nu...&lt;br /&gt;am zis ca vin la 11 seara si am venit peste 3 zile? Nu...&lt;br /&gt;am urcat intr-un tren si am coborat in care gara mi s-a parut mie mai dragutza? Nu...&lt;br /&gt;ce le voi povesti copiilor si nepotilor mei? &lt;br /&gt;am fost in o groaza de tabere...am cunoscut o groaza de lume... dar tot nu am dus genul acela de viata "care merita povestita". pana cuma, am 2 chestii cu adevarat valoroase: bungee jumping si tabara de la sarmi. atat. si restu merita povestite dar nu sunt povesti care sa te faca sa zici: uuuuauuu mamiiii, asa erai tu cand erai tanara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru a iesi din aceasta mare dilema am hotarat ca vara viitoare sa sar cu parasut din avion. m-am intersat si sunt cursuri speciale care te invata sa sari +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planul meu de viata de acuma inainte e sa mi temrin repde studiile, sa fac bani si sa plec in lume. wanna join? ( sau va lasati rapiti de lumea care ne face sa ajungem la 70 de ani plini de regrete) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ adrenalina e o chestie care vine pe parcursa..la inceput te sperie.. apoi iti place..mai tare, mai tare..pana cand devii dependent. dar in momentul in care ma alfu eu acum, o vacanta la roma foarte 'formala' nu e tocmai tot ce imi doresc. prefer o vacanta la roma, Nu la allinclusive dar sa pot sa spun ca am vazut roma..in adevaratul sens al cuvantului...if you know what i mean ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-211264650087031681?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/211264650087031681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=211264650087031681&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/211264650087031681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/211264650087031681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/12/cercul-vicios-al-adrenalinei.html' title='cercul vicios al adrenalinei'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5783672145957108003</id><published>2007-12-02T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:50:07.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.juliepaschkis.com/Images/Cards/pursuit-of-happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.juliepaschkis.com/Images/Cards/pursuit-of-happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am observat recent ca toata lumea se plange de lumea in care traim. Ca aia nu e bine...ca ar schimba o groaza de chestii si bla bla. apoi am stat sa meditez la chestiile care mie imi plac in lumea asta si am ajuns la concluzia ca imi plac o groaza de chestii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca e plin de prosti pentru ca altfel cum as face diferenta intre un om destept si unul prost? ca sa pot sa ma simt cu adevarat superioara, trebuie sa existe cineva inferior, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca nu totul e roz. daca totul ar fi roz, cum as putea sa mai apreciez adevaratele clipe in care as fi fericita? daca as fi mereu fericita, nu ar mai fi fericire, ar fi viata pur si simplu. ar fi un lucru banal pentru ca daca nu exista rau nu exista bine si daca nu e tristete nu e bucurie. deci daca as fi bucuroasa, cum as sti ca is bucuroasa daca nu am fost niciodata trista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca totul are uin sfarsit. imi place ca suntem nevoiti sa murim la un moment dat pentru ca sa traim intens si adevarat...sau cel putin incercam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca ziua are doar 24 de ore desi niciodata nu imi ajung pentru ceea ce imi propun sa fac pentru ca daca ar avea mai multe as face totul deodata si a doua zi m-as plictisi. pentru ca atunci m-as duce la culcare linistita si as fi prea relaxata. nu as mai face totul in graba si si nu as mai fi "bagata in priza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca sunt stresata pentru ca daca as fi relaxata as fi plictisita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca sunt oameni tristi si ghinionisti, saraci fara casa pentru ca abia atunci pot sa apreciez cat de norocoasa sunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place sa existe si raul pentru ca doar vazandu-l constientizez cat de bine imi este. sunt rea ca ma bucur ca ii vad pe altii ca sufera dar nu e o bucurie de genul muhahahaaa....e doar o bucurie care ma face sa spun... ce rau era si ce bine e acum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5783672145957108003?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5783672145957108003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5783672145957108003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5783672145957108003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5783672145957108003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-side.html' title='the other side'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1844479803291091569</id><published>2007-11-28T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:53:53.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai s-o facem ca se poarta!!!</title><content type='html'>ooooo da... suntem din nefericire la varsta in care tot ce se poarta e bine si e bine de urmat. daca apare ceva nou imediat toata lumea preia obiectul ca si cum i s-ar potrivi perfect si TREBUIE sa il aiba. sa incepem cu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Giuseppe-Zanotti-Red-Patent_B6678DAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Giuseppe-Zanotti-Red-Patent_B6678DAB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;adorabilii papuci rosii. subiect tabu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce aveti cu ei fetelor? dintr-un simbol aL elegantei si rafinamentului au ajus sa fie bataia de joc a blondelor intinse din obsession unde DOAR la vreo 3 tipe din 5 gasesti vesnicii papucei rosii din lac. platforme, toc subtire, bot rotund..nu conteaza! toata lumea ii poarta pentru ca..se poarta! daca in cosmopolitan scrie ca trebuie sa avem papuci rosii, de ce sa nu avem? :| in garderoba oricarei femei trebuie sa exista papuci rosii, dar nu sa ii purtam toate deodata pentru ca am reusit sa ii transformam intr-un kitsch cumparat din piata marasti. pantofii rosii nu se poarta la orice si sunt un simbol al rafinamentului, si daca tipa care am vazut-o eu in obsession in pantaloni scurti, BOTINE (like d'oooooohhh...cum sa nu avem BOTINE?!)ROSiii, ceva maieu alb si nelipsitele margele ARE STIL, atunci STILUL A DEVENIT un lux pe care toti si-l pot permite... ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.electricladyland.com/photos/trco3339-2T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.electricladyland.com/photos/trco3339-2T.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rochitele cu buline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana vara trecuta tot ce visam si vedeam eram buline. de ce??? pentru ca nu le gaseai nicaieri. dar BRUSC, a fost o explozie in SORA cu rochite gen Marylin Monroe cu buline pentru ca tooooooooooooooooot publicul sa poarte asa ceva. ;) de ce sa aiba numai ruxi o rochitza dragutza cu buline si sa nu aiba si X de la scara 2....tzarancutza aia proaspat mutata din valenii de munte?? si ca totul sa fie perfect, la incredibilul pret de 80RON..pentru ca si studentele sa-si permita. normal, toate absolventele din a 12-a care nu si-au permis o rochie de designer sau sa mearga in austria la cumparaturi au avut rochite cu buline la banchet. Morala: nu mai putem purta buline decat daca e absolut necesar sa vrem sa facem public satul din care am aterizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pedigreedatabase.com/dogs/i/giant_schnauzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pedigreedatabase.com/dogs/i/giant_schnauzer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cainii astia nu mai sunt la moda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offff lasa-ma!! asta e propozitia anului!&lt;br /&gt;caini la moda si caini de ..sezonul trecut???&lt;br /&gt;vai draga,,,, pechinezul tau e de 2 sezoane... nu te gandesti sa-l schimbi?=)))))))&lt;br /&gt;DECI: cand iti iei un caine il iei pt ca vrei un caine...un animalutz cu care sa te joci si care sa iti tina comapanie in serile de irana cand iubitul pleaca la meditatii. si iti iei un caine care iti place, NU pentru ca rasa aia e la moda. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;in caz ca nu stiati, am aflat si eu recent ca rasa schnauzer urias nu mai e la moda...vezi draga, nu se mai poarta . =)))) &lt;br /&gt;concluzia: dc vrei caine, neaparat un CHIUAUA care sa il pui in minunata poseta rosie sa se asorteze cu papuceii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nerde.net/images/nerd/nerd_385x261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nerde.net/images/nerd/nerd_385x261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU in ultimul rand....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"stam acasa sa invatam"&lt;/span&gt;( nu e un afront personal...e o chestie generalizata..gg)&lt;br /&gt;1. stam acasa pentru ca suntem obositi si vrem sa dormim&lt;br /&gt;2. nu stam sa invatam ca avem prea mult, stam ca in weekend am iesit in oras sau am frecat menta...nu pentru ca e ffffffff multa materie, ci pentru ca atunci cand aveam timpul  nu am invatat..mai bine plec de la scoala si stau acasa decat sa invat sambata dimineata (perfect de acord)&lt;br /&gt;DAR NU mai sustine ca ramai acasa sa inveti ca ai prea mult!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cls a 12-a isi permite. prea multe ore la scoala strica sanatatii(de acord) dar si prea putine te tampesc!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mancelovici.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/intelligence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mancelovici.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/intelligence.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siii..my favourite.... in lipsa acitivitatii mele de postare.... am citit intens alte bloguri. ma rog alt blog. ca sa vad ce il preocupa pe gg. ALEGERILE&gt; bv gg, bv! esti un roman care vrea sa schimbe ceva pt tara. te admir! DAR am si eu o precizare, de ce trebuie sa faci tu lobby pt ca lumea sa isi faca blog???&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA SE POARTA??&lt;br /&gt;"bah, ai vazut ce blog si-o tras asta?" deci dragii mei... imediat am sa intru pe hi5 sa va dau la toti un msg:: noul hi5 este blogger.com.....toata lumea...mutati-va repede contul!!!! blogul e un lux gg. &lt;br /&gt;scrii un blog cand simti nevoia sa zici ceva. nu pentru ca trebuie sa scrii zilnic....sau pt ca are si el sa ne facem si noi. desigur, unii au subiecte mai interesante alti mai plictistoare...dar te rog. lasa-i pe cei din valenii de munte sa mearga in obsession si sa se rezume la citit blogul tau... :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1844479803291091569?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844479803291091569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1844479803291091569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1844479803291091569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1844479803291091569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/11/hai-s-o-facem-ca-se-poarta.html' title='hai s-o facem ca se poarta!!!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-4125982188024698434</id><published>2007-11-14T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:26:27.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cica am 18 ani si sunt fericita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rzt2DTfxnRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xoh3UxaPdsw/s1600-h/1970736363_8745ff4a14_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rzt2DTfxnRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xoh3UxaPdsw/s400/1970736363_8745ff4a14_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132825999464045842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mor de somn.....noptile nedormite se adun si se aduna si se aduna.&lt;br /&gt;incep sa fug de responsabilitati, dar pana cand?&lt;br /&gt;am 18 ani. in 13  am facut 18. in sfarsit. sunt majora cu acte in regula. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincer vorbind, nu vreau sa prezint nimic maine. dar nu pot sa-i dezamagesc pe cei care m-au rugat. am sa incerc sa fac tot posibilul sa fie bine...pt cine? nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am pierdut memory stickul!!!!!!!!!! defapt nu era al meu...era al NOSTRU. :0 si eu l-am pierdut. acum ca nu il mai am, doar la el ma gandesc. ce uitl eera acuma, vai cate puteam pune pe el!!!! dupa ce a stat aici aruncat pe jos luni intregi. si culmea TOCmai de ziua mea. bv ruxi!!! esti fetita mare !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altii sunt copii. tu vrei sa fii dar nu poti. si cand le spui altora, se supara. ironic, nu?&lt;br /&gt;ce tu iti doresti altii vor sa arunce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am o noua problema.."tipu" asta cu care ma intalnesc (cica) e foarte "popular" among others. eu nu-l vad asa. dar totusi, (cica) E. acuma vine intrebarea: eu ce fac?? il tratez ca atare sau ignor aceasta problema. chestie interesanta intamplata ai: pe coridoare eu cu "tipu" ne certam (cica) CAND iese o tipa din aia pitica din ceva sala si vad ca toata e un zambet la tipu meu! eu, ca o delicata ce sunt, m-am inotrs frumos dupa ea, l-am luat pe el in brate si i-am zambit domnisoarei foarte sincer si frumos, rostindu-i printre dinti: uite ce am eu :))))) tipa se incrunta si pleaca mai departe..pana maine!!! cand o sa incerce alta tactica. =))))&lt;br /&gt;mie (cica) nu-mi pasa de toate toantele astea. eu am chestii mai importante de facut : sa invatz pentru ca mi se da o a doua sansa sa-mi corectez nota la mate...deci fetitelor nu avem timp de joaca acuma :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana data viitoare, ma duc sa mi citesc la bio..(cica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-4125982188024698434?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4125982188024698434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=4125982188024698434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4125982188024698434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4125982188024698434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/11/cica-am-18-ani-si-sunt-fericita.html' title='cica am 18 ani si sunt fericita'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rzt2DTfxnRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xoh3UxaPdsw/s72-c/1970736363_8745ff4a14_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-4208427251846921025</id><published>2007-11-01T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:18:46.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RypezjlKVkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_gFnolXM7xQ/s1600-h/munte+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RypezjlKVkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_gFnolXM7xQ/s400/munte+220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128015365532177986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 noiembrie e ziua ei. la multi ani!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 noiembrie e si ziua lor... nu le zici la multi ani. azi am fost la cimitir si a fost atat de trist. in nici intr-un an nu au mai fost asa multi oameni la morminte. spre seara, tot cimitirl central scanteia de lumanari. e frumos sa ai copii si nepoti care sa vina la mormant sa puna lumanri si flori...exista totusi insa morminte goale. und enu mai pune nimeni floril. unde nu mai aprinde nimeni bici o lumanare...&lt;br /&gt;am stat vreo ora si jumatate la cimitirul central asa ca am avut timp sa privesc in jur si sa ma gandesc ca aici o sa fie ei..bunicii si parintii mei. instant mi-au dat lacrimile, acea pierdere pare atat de departe incat incerc s ao ignor mai decat sa o accept. &lt;br /&gt;am pus o lumanare pe mormantul de langa pt ca nu era nici una. am pus si o floare si m-am rugat ca macar familia lui sa se gandeasca la el chiar dc nu puteau fi acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu a fost soare azi. mi se pare normal. de cati ani nu a mai fost soare de 1 nov? f bine... maine va fi 2,3..apoi 13..apoi..1 dec...6....24....31..si gata....2008. :)&lt;br /&gt;deci probabil ca maine o sa si uit de mormintele fara flori dar eu cred ca ele merita macar o zi pe an sa ma gandesc la ele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-4208427251846921025?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4208427251846921025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=4208427251846921025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4208427251846921025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4208427251846921025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-nov.html' title='1 nov'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RypezjlKVkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_gFnolXM7xQ/s72-c/munte+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3641327520411968078</id><published>2007-10-30T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:18:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when enough is gonna be enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's something in the air in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shinin' like you knew it would&lt;br /&gt;You're ridin' in your car in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;You got the top down and it feels so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWSe4t9v62I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWSe4t9v62I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snobilor. prostilor. prefacutilor. toti sunteti asa.&lt;br /&gt;traim intr-o lume in care doar banul conteaza. suntem in racovitzaaaa. oo ce bine. avem bani. ne permitem. vrem sa facem cadouri scumpe si avem impresii, dar oare nu ne-am pierdut in aceasta incercare de a impresiona? nu ne-am uitat pe noi? daca ne uitam in urma..asa eram?avem idei preconcepute de statut: ni se permite mai mult. suntem mai buni. de ce?? nu suntem mai buni, nu suntem mai prosti. suntem mai fitzosi. punct. sa stiti insa ca nu totul e cum pare si ca daca gandim altfel, suntem mai buni. we are not at hollywood. why do we even want to go when we have each other and all these beautful ideas? why do we pretend we like each other when you can;t stand me? just because i don't say it doesn't mean i don't see it.. why do you try to prove me that you are the best, when we both know u are? why do i try so hard to show you that you don't have a chance and don't let you dream? because they taught us this... in clasele mici eram cuminti si alergam in curte.acum copii arunca cu mobilele parintilor prin clase si uita ce inseamna inocenta.. sinceritatea? e prea mult. nu ne mai putem permit asa ceva... si uite asa vom continua sa traim fericiti intr-o lume ce sta sa se dezbine dar pe care numai minciuna o tine legata. la urma urmei, asta vrem nu? sa aratam ca suntem fericiti si ii placem pe toti..ce e dincolo de masca..e prea mult de suportat..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma uit in oglinda. pe cine vad?&lt;br /&gt;pe mine..? unde-i chipul de altadata? unde-i zambetul de altadata? unde is visele de altaDATA?&lt;br /&gt;nu-s eu... snoaba. sunt!!! va felicit, m-ati prins in cerc. prefacuta? puteti lua lectii de la mine. fitze? voi mi le-ati dat. exact voi. le-am copiat si le-am mulat dupa preferintele mele... uite cum am ajuns&lt;br /&gt;ieri am avut un soc. un esec. am seuat lamentabil unde mi-e spiritul competitiv de altadata? unde e grija mea pentru perfectine si dorinta de a fi the best...tot voi sunteti de vina?&lt;br /&gt;e egoist sa dau vina pe voi. m-ati schimbat, dar eu am ales cat sa ma schimb. am lasat prea mult de la mine. am uitat care sunt limitele. m-am pierdut in iluzii si in romante cand eu defapt trebuie sa-mi fac un rost in viata.&lt;br /&gt;imi petrec ore intregi din zi gandidu-ma la tine si asta e efectiv prea mult. de ce nu le poti avea pe toate? fericire si succese profesionale? de ce eu sunt cea care pierde controlul? de ce eu dau vina pe tine sau pe voi cand eu sunt singura vinovata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' all about lines. drawing line in the sand and praying like hell that no one crosses them..cause once he did...you can't stop yourself of not falling in love...&lt;br /&gt;so what happens now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3641327520411968078?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3641327520411968078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3641327520411968078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3641327520411968078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3641327520411968078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-enough-is-gonna-be-enough.html' title='when enough is gonna be enough?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6397460729804809527</id><published>2007-10-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:44:22.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dormea intors amorul meu de plumb...</title><content type='html'>de ce iubim barbatii?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca sunt niste porci...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca sunt mereu gata sa ne tradeze si noua ne place sa traim pe muchi de cutit...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nu ne merita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce ne iubesc ei pe noi?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca sunt niste fraieri...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca nici noi nu o meritam...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ...defapt nu ne iubesc. ei nu sunt capabili de iubire decat de "atasament emotional"&lt;br /&gt;come here little puppy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rx5rHJUm-YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xHXK_gkpMvA/s1600-h/250px-BoysAreStupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rx5rHJUm-YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xHXK_gkpMvA/s400/250px-BoysAreStupid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124651196499818882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vine iarna?! ninge...in octombrie. de cand? de cand ninge in octombrie?&lt;br /&gt;ceva nu e in regula cu lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;am totusi o nedumerire: cum poate cineva sa se plictiseasca in amalgamul asta de activitati, obsesii, vicii, manii, obsedati, idei, planuri, proiecte, jocuri, scoli, slujbe, tigai, fripturi, parteneri, sporturi, filme... cum poti sa gasesti timp sa te plictisesti? a devenit un lux in ziua de azi sa te plictisesti. :)) Sac :P eu m-am plictisit mai mult ca tine.&gt;:))) eu nu am timp de prostii din astea.... eu am o groaza de chestii de facut:activitati, obsesii, vicii, manii, obsedati, idei, planuri, proiecte, jocuri, scoli, slujbe, tigai, fripturi, parteneri, sporturi, filme... &lt;br /&gt;avem o gama larga din care putem alege si totusiiiiii ori nu ai timp sa te plictisesti SAu daca te numeri printre norocosii care se plictisesc, esti un fraier. inseamna ca nu ai altceva mai bun de facut. &lt;br /&gt;de aceea i-ati un barbat :)) mai fidel si mai ascultator ca un caine...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca el te va iubi pana moartea va va desparti.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau i-ati o nevasta...&lt;br /&gt;mai gonflabila si mai blonda ca toate proastele din lumea asta..&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca doar asa va sta alaturi de tine pana ce moartea va va desparti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stam singur langa mort ... si era frig ...&lt;br /&gt;  Si-i atarnau aripile de plumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6397460729804809527?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6397460729804809527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6397460729804809527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6397460729804809527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6397460729804809527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/dormea-intors-amorul-meu-de-plumb.html' title='dormea intors amorul meu de plumb...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rx5rHJUm-YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xHXK_gkpMvA/s72-c/250px-BoysAreStupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1117526168156274246</id><published>2007-10-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:12:28.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FtF: Female to Femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RxfMHeS51DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ejXYN2Va_-M/s1600-h/medium_sego_affiche.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RxfMHeS51DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ejXYN2Va_-M/s400/medium_sego_affiche.4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122787529920730162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cluj este un festival de filme gay. si ce imi trece mie prin cap? sa ma duc... cu cine? cu o prietena. ne luam noi de manutza si mergem la un film despre cum sa devii din female..femme :|&lt;br /&gt;din cate am inteles eu, cum sa devii gay.&lt;br /&gt;filmul a fost oke. apoi uitandu-ma in jur, ma gandeam dc eu as putea accepta asa ceva in jurul meu? bineinteles ca radeam la faze de genu: dc ai vrut sa ma pupi acum e momentul =))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trecand peste ziua de azi, care a fost foarte...ciudata...nu in sensul rau. ma bucur ca am mers. dar a fost ciudat.... nu mai vreau cls a 12a&lt;br /&gt;toata lumea vine si ma intreaba&lt;br /&gt;stupid questions de genu: CAND TE APUCI DE INVATAT?&lt;br /&gt;sau unde vrei sa dai? sau esti obosita? DA&lt;br /&gt;sunt satula&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa stau pe o plaja la mareeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;sa ne iubim sub soare si sa nu ne pese de nimic :D&lt;br /&gt;dar pentru ca traim in lumea in care traim NU se poate.&lt;br /&gt;FtF??? come on....:-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1117526168156274246?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1117526168156274246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1117526168156274246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1117526168156274246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1117526168156274246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ftf-female-to-femme.html' title='FtF: Female to Femme'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RxfMHeS51DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ejXYN2Va_-M/s72-c/medium_sego_affiche.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1764743532088492518</id><published>2007-10-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:39:34.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>din ciclul "don't try this at home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rw6JTtEKfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QAWJAKKTvO8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Sibiu2007+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rw6JTtEKfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QAWJAKKTvO8/s400/Copy+of+Sibiu2007+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120180797974412866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;am gasit recent o poza de-a mea de la incercarea mea de bungee......super senzatie...super frica. as face-o din nou dar tot mi-ar fi frica. sentimentul ala ca pamantul vine spre tine e uimitor. nu mai aveam cuvinte.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o data cu asta mi-am amintit de peninsula. ce departe e vara! atunci eram singura si tot ma distram. bineinteles ca nu mi se parea dar acum dc privesc in urma a fost chiar super tare festivalul.&lt;br /&gt;ionutz si baile lui in strand la miezul noptii (damn it si acuma regret ca nu m-am bagat!!!!!!), sticla de corrido, "suie paparude " care desi Nu sunt fan, au avut un succes enorm. acum sunt fan :), apoi toti roackerii bauti , eu fiind ABSLUT sg pers care bea SUC!!!! pe terasa. pana si R. bea bere....o si acuma ajungem la my favourite part. mr.V=)))) are un numa absolut hilarrrrrrr....din strabuni ales dar tipu e oke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seamana la personalitate cu un old friend dar era super amuzat. familia stanciu we miss U!!!! + fergelicious: super gogosi cu visine.... + noaptea cu nemtii :))) ma rog..sfertul de ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new memories. my memories. it's good to ave only your memories. trust me. fara cupluri, fara sentiment. doar tu si aerul. in cadere libera. perfect feeling .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rw6JdNEKflI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GupW0Nw5gyg/s1600-h/Sibiu2007+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rw6JdNEKflI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GupW0Nw5gyg/s400/Sibiu2007+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120180961183170130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1764743532088492518?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1764743532088492518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1764743532088492518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1764743532088492518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1764743532088492518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-falling.html' title='din ciclul &quot;don&apos;t try this at home&quot;'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rw6JTtEKfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QAWJAKKTvO8/s72-c/Copy+of+Sibiu2007+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1622429102406297520</id><published>2007-10-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:19:05.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me VS. you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwv-EtEKfjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZE2kI0y-QFU/s1600-h/ist2_4176094_time_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwv-EtEKfjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZE2kI0y-QFU/s400/ist2_4176094_time_out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119464758206692914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te cunosc...de 3 ani si ceva. aveam impresia ca te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;acum cateva zile ai intrat pe mine pe mess sa-mi spui ceva. ai fost sincera, apreciez. nu ma asteptam. mi-ai trimis un mesaj..o scrisoare, foarte personala si deschisa. &lt;br /&gt;am plans. &lt;br /&gt;cand am citit ce mi-ai spus am plans. &lt;br /&gt;as vrea sa iti pot multumi intr-un fel dar nu am cum. mi-ai castigat respectul care imi pare rau sa o spun...nu-l aveam inainte pentru tine. &lt;br /&gt;judecam oamenii prea aspru, nu le dam nici o sansa. tu mi-ai dat mie vreodata vreo sansa? poate si eu sunt altfel in spatele mastii pe care o vezi.. ai vrut vreodata sa ma cunosti? NU&lt;br /&gt;poate nici eu nu te-am vrut pe tine. suntem diferite. multe lucruri ne-au facut sa avem apropae in mereu pareri in contradictoriu.&lt;br /&gt;nu te urasc. nu te-am urat niciodata..nu pe tine cel putin. ma bucur ca ai avut curajul sa-mi scrii. in asa fel, mi-am dat seama ca ne asemanam. poate exagerez, dar acuma cand ma uit la tine imi vine sa zambesc pentru ca, intr-un fel, ma intelegi si stiu ca ma apreciezi. si eu te spreciez.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..nu stiu cu ce s incep, dar avand in vedere ca tot timpul inceputl e mai greu... trecem peste :P am ramas impresionata d ceea c ai scris si sa stii ca te felicit pt k ai avut curajul s scri c simti... nu am citi chiar tot k e tarziu si mi-e somn... :D dar din ce am prins sa stii k toti sunt l fel si in acelasi timp sunt diferiti... toti ajungem sa ne comportam nasol l un moemnt dat, si knd t astepti l multe d l o pers, at t dezamageste cel mai tare...&lt;br /&gt;e greu s treci peste, dar nici s rami "stuck in a moment" nu poti...cuvintele dor prea mult k  sa nu vb de fapte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.... restul e tacere pentru ca nu vreau sa impartasesc un moment asa emotionant :P p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1622429102406297520?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1622429102406297520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1622429102406297520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1622429102406297520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1622429102406297520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-vs-you.html' title='me VS. you'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwv-EtEKfjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZE2kI0y-QFU/s72-c/ist2_4176094_time_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5531386691883876750</id><published>2007-10-07T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:27:32.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three little piglets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwjr8dEKfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xlXC424rNVY/s1600-h/threelilttlepigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwjr8dEKfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xlXC424rNVY/s320/threelilttlepigs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118600400333340162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long long time ago..i can still remember, there was this land of happy people. with no problems and no worries. there were 3 friends that were unsepparable. they went everywhere together, shared the same food, laughed at the same jokes.....they were like 3 souls in one.&lt;br /&gt;the one day, mr.1, left the super team. an enemy came?! oh, no..she was just his friend. he dedided the prefect trio was not perfect anymore. he went for a duet.&lt;br /&gt;but there were still 2. things without nr.1 were different, but they managed to live...but not for long. you see in this perfect land there are these persons we call "bitches" so they went haunting. nr.2 was caught and killed.&lt;br /&gt;there was nr.3. she cried night and day after her friend, but he was long gone in the land of .."bitches"..there was no way she could save him, although she tried...she tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;but one day, prince charming came and found nr.3 alone in the woods and crying. he immediately felt in love with nr.3 and started taking care of her. he was there for her everytime she needed. but nr.3 was still thinking at "the perfect trio" that will never be perfect again.&lt;br /&gt;one day...she stopped thinking and she fell into his arms. in that moment, a spell was ben lifted form her eyes so she could see everything. she could see that nr.1 was a traytor...actually, it was not his fault. he became a victim of the "bitches" so he left his duet in search for... something else (choice he will soon regret)&lt;br /&gt;and nr.2...well nr.2 is no longer nr2. he stopped having a number. he was banned from the mithycal land of 'bitches" and now he is a lonely soul in search for the perfect trio..that will never be perfect again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ~ THE END  ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5531386691883876750?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5531386691883876750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5531386691883876750&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5531386691883876750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5531386691883876750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-little-piglets.html' title='the three little piglets....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rwjr8dEKfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xlXC424rNVY/s72-c/threelilttlepigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7337369203471245693</id><published>2007-10-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:05:35.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwduM9EKfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ndt0okDVhXA/s1600-h/ist2_4204929_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwduM9EKfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ndt0okDVhXA/s320/ist2_4204929_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118180670359371234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing is very new to me. &lt;br /&gt;this situation: me here, you there. :)) so funny, so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;cine ar fi crezut? intr-un fel, stiam in mine ca se va intoarce roata. dar nu acuma. nu asa.&lt;br /&gt;ma tot intreb daca e un pariu cu tine insuti. sa-ti demonstrezi tie defapt ca inca imi mai pasa. ca inca mai poti, nu?&lt;br /&gt;te cunosc prea bine si stiu ce-ti poate mintea. problema e ca tu nu esti asa genul de persoana care sa iti pese. ti-a pasat tie vreodata?  ai avut tu vreodata amici in afara de "trupa de soc"? NU&lt;br /&gt;asa ca de unde dorinta asta brusca de cunoastere si de a crea legaturi intre tine si altii? te-ai schimbat. nu ma bucur. defapt nici nu stiu daca ma bucur. poate e mai bine pentru tine asa. poate esti mai fericit, desi...nu cred. daca ai fi asa fericit, asa implinit, de ce te uiti in spate? back to basics? i guess that were good times but they were long long time ago...but i can still remember. the problem is, i don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that you did...with her :| toate povestile ....toate chestiile m-au facut sa te dispretuiesc...si totusi...you are alone...i am the one that knows you the best that that is not gonna change no matter how hard i try...&lt;br /&gt;oricum astea nu mai conteaza. e placut sa stai sa te gandesti uneori, dar acuma incerc ceva nou, stii? si tu esti ultima persoana de care am nevoie momentan. ne vdm in 2017 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way its a, a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;Take my thoughts with you, and when you look behind&lt;br /&gt;You will surely see a face that you recognize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7337369203471245693?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7337369203471245693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7337369203471245693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7337369203471245693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7337369203471245693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-not-alone.html' title='you&apos;re not alone...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwduM9EKfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ndt0okDVhXA/s72-c/ist2_4204929_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-299107427496518324</id><published>2007-10-05T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:53:49.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>murder on the dance floor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwZr3PGyUqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7lkQ30LEH8A/s1600-h/vics_disco_ball_body_254x264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwZr3PGyUqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7lkQ30LEH8A/s400/vics_disco_ball_body_254x264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117896623245120162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dc scriam postul asta aseara(cum aveam de gand initial) probabil ziceam niste chestii pe care apoi le-as fi regretat, DAr acum e vineri, e tarziu, tocmai m-am trezit dupaaaa un somn de 3 ore si vad lucrurile altfel. + ca azi a fost o zi dragutza ;))&lt;br /&gt;defapt...m-am calmat. eram nervoasa. f nervoasa, pt ca asa ceva nu se face!!! pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci...&lt;br /&gt;luam iubita nesimtita + &lt;br /&gt;iubit mic si razbunator si avem&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;cearta de proportii in vazul tuturor. ma rog, nu in vazul tuturor dar oricum everybody knows when we are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa "incidentul " asta am ajuns la o concluzie: intr-o relatie nu poti sa fii since, sincer. trebuie sa spui mereu aceleasi chestii de genu " omg! you look so nice in this dress" sau "tou are such a great dancer" pentru ca altfel, ne suparam. doamne fereste sa-i spui fetei ca s-a ingrasat sau ca nu-i sta bine parul ca va certati o luna. doamne fereste sa ii spui ceva rau, ca va stricati seara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke. cand suntem cu cineva, simtim ca persoana respectiva ne face sa fim altfel...mai frumoase, mai bune. dar de ce daca ne minte constant? va dati seama saracii baieti care trebuie sa minta zilnic? chiar dc tu ai o zi groaznica, arati ca drq nu o sa auzi asta de la el!!! eu nu pot sa vad cum te vad ei perfecta cand tu nu esti. tu nu-l vezi pe el perfect si niciodata nu sustii ca ar fi, doar e om. dar am auzit multe fete care ziceau:"el mi-a zis ca sunt perfecta" SERIOUSLY...cand de proaste sunteti? nu sunteti perfecte. niciodata nu veti fii. si atunci ramane eterna intrebare: de ce o zice? ca vrei noi sa o auzim sau e sub ceva vraja misterioasa care il orbeste la propriu? :))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. facand abstractie de tot, nu e rau sa te crezi perfecta, nu? desigur e nevoie de un anumit dozaj de aroganta combinata cu nesimtire dar daca D-zeu te-a facut mai bun, ce vina ai? just....enjoy while it lasts... &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-299107427496518324?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/299107427496518324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=299107427496518324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/299107427496518324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/299107427496518324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/murder-on-dance-floor.html' title='murder on the dance floor...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwZr3PGyUqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7lkQ30LEH8A/s72-c/vics_disco_ball_body_254x264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2357285351349837432</id><published>2007-10-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:03:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>nu am chef sa merg maine la scoala. azi totul a fost sec.&lt;br /&gt;sec intr-un sens bun...cred. sper.&lt;br /&gt;cum e cand ai o zi proasta? ca azi? a fost insorit..frumos afara...si totusi... a fost sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la turda fest totul a fost superb. m-am vazut la tv si o sa apar la o emisiune pe tvr incercand sa traduc un interviu. incercand da...nu prea reusind.:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am chef de blog. nu am bddffkedkdederfeswatdudfp[tgfptgfpftpfrpooidumnjdcuyh&lt;br /&gt;msg de la jayze =)) mergem la somn amandoua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; va las cu o poza dragutza..me @ turdafest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwFgpBMWrbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UHrtOpjLnwc/s1600-h/tfest+07+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwFgpBMWrbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UHrtOpjLnwc/s400/tfest+07+288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116476909480750514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2357285351349837432?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2357285351349837432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2357285351349837432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2357285351349837432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2357285351349837432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RwFgpBMWrbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UHrtOpjLnwc/s72-c/tfest+07+288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7116898412506614863</id><published>2007-09-28T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:56:51.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard to be a woman.... ?!</title><content type='html'>hello dreamteam!!! i am snow white and you all 8 are my little dwarfs. &lt;br /&gt;azi.zi lunga.lume multa.agitatie.nebunie.scandal.&lt;br /&gt;turda fest.haos.copii.echipa.corturi.instalat.tombola.1 leu.bilete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toate cuvintele astea descriu perfect prin ce am trecut azi. dar din cate vedeam eu, eu eram una dintre putinele persoane care se stresau. co-echipierul meu, mah rog""sef", era foarte calm. copii mei nu avea apa, nu avea pixuri cu ce sa scrie, mese, scaune, pavilioanele nu erau instalate si el era calm!!!! el zicea le rezolvam pe toate. eu eram ceva de genu : CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM? &lt;br /&gt;si el: pai uite se rezolva. ma duc eu acuma dupa pixuri sa le cumpar si apoi....&lt;br /&gt;CEEEEEEEEE? NUMAI ACUMA IEI PIXURILE? AI AVUT 2 LUNI LA DISPOZITIE SI TU ACUMA LE IEI??&lt;br /&gt;da ce are?&lt;br /&gt;CUM CE AREEEE? COPII VOR SA INCEAPA SA LUCREZE. PIERDEM TIMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fine... discutia a fost putin exagerata de dragul artei dar in mare, asa s-au purtat discutiile dintre noi azi. apoi al prieten, cu aceeasi pozitie ca a mea, era inconjurat de 15 copii care urlau in cor :Dodo! Dodo! Dodo! si copilul asta incredibil le raspundea la toti si ii ajuta pe toti !!! pe mine cand ma strigau 3 deodata am crezut ca ii omor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rv1N5xMWraI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YP3UaHkNLM0/s1600-h/hoar01_kidgloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rv1N5xMWraI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YP3UaHkNLM0/s400/hoar01_kidgloves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115330406615788962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI TOTUSI&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am avut grija de ei. le-am dus apa, mancare si imi tot spuneau cata rabdare am cu ei si ca ce dragutza sunt. ;)) probabil nu stiau cat de TAREEE ma chinuiam sa nu urlu la ei. in fond, ce vina au ei ca eu sunt femeie? (crizata)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7116898412506614863?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7116898412506614863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7116898412506614863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7116898412506614863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7116898412506614863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-hard-to-be-woman.html' title='it&apos;s hard to be a woman.... ?!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rv1N5xMWraI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YP3UaHkNLM0/s72-c/hoar01_kidgloves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7942526907609907654</id><published>2007-09-27T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:16:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>organizatia mea.....top secreta **schimbare de domiciliu</title><content type='html'>in mizeria mea e ordinde. eu am o mizerie in grupuri organizate. mai bine asa decat peste tot. asta e teoria mea... a noastra. cat tupeu!!! sa-mi zica asa ceva. Eu, o dezordonata? Eu? care pana ieri eram perfecta :)) azi sunt dezordonata.&lt;br /&gt;maine voi fi voluntar la turda fest, a 3a editie. super munca. am o echipa de pitici pe care pot sa ii teorizez timp de 3 zile. am am avut o rabufnire. i-am luat cu frumosu "va pun in echipe cum vreti voi" ...insa dupa ce au trecut 45 de min si nu terminasem treaba le-am zis clar "taceti din gura. eu is lidera vroasta. faceti cum zic eu! tu esti cu el in echipa si tu cu ea. comenteaza cineva?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvwbCxMWrZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9kNnYS1x1LE/s1600-h/1776+-+Toy+Soldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvwbCxMWrZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9kNnYS1x1LE/s320/1776+-+Toy+Soldiers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114993011164884370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e chiar amuzant :))))) trebuie sa incercati sa terorizati bietii copii. apoi m-am simtit prost si mi-am promis ca o sa am rabdare. ce-o fi, vom vedea.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ea nu e perfecta. nici nu cere sa fie. e cum e.  take it like she is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iar acum i need a favour. could you borrow me your bed cause mine just dumped me?.? ;;) defapt mizeria organizata de pe el nu vrea sa dispara. asa ca vom mute sediul central in alta parte.. pe jos, sau pe scaun? :-?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7942526907609907654?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7942526907609907654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7942526907609907654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7942526907609907654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7942526907609907654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/organizatia-meatop-secreta-schimbare-de.html' title='organizatia mea.....top secreta **schimbare de domiciliu'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvwbCxMWrZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9kNnYS1x1LE/s72-c/1776+-+Toy+Soldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3009334222895597223</id><published>2007-09-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:31:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doar  U...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu m-am putut abtine sa nu citez acest editorial. superb, intr-o revista in care nu ma asteptam. am pastrat finalul din respect pentru autor....nu ca o obsesie personala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvlutxMWrXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MTNX5czlS44/s1600-h/00JKmj-34203984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvlutxMWrXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MTNX5czlS44/s400/00JKmj-34203984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114240584434232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;De ce avem nevoie de o explicatie,&lt;br /&gt;de ce orologiul vietii noastre bate un sacadat si vesnic&lt;br /&gt;„de ce”? Pentru ca înnebunesc. Pentru ca ziua port o masca ce sta&lt;br /&gt;lipita de chipul meu ca sa ascunda trasaturile perverse ale unui suflet&lt;br /&gt;ce n-are curaj sa renasca. Numai privirea, atât, doar ochii&lt;br /&gt;ramân, castane cazute din copacii de lânga gradini, castane pe care&lt;br /&gt;le adunam în sortuletul albastru si le varsam apoi pe masa din&lt;br /&gt;bucatarie, fara sa le gasesc vreun rost, dar nedorind sa le arunc.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am amintit de ce viata mea nu are sens acum.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma opresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;drumul meu de azi nu duce nicaieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;patul care ma asteapta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nu e alb-negru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ochii ei clipesc nedumeriti atunci când o trezesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;din somn si o rog sa-mi curete o portocala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;parul ei nu miroase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;niciodata a dimineata si nici genele a ploaie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;degetele ei nu sunt lungi si subtiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;picioarele ce mi-au cuprins soldurile noaptea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;trecuta erau reci si false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;buzele ei mint si noaptele ei de iubire sunt replici din filme pe care le uiti în momentul în care parasesti sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;usile se trântesc obositoare si chitara a ramas rezemata de noptiera, prafuita, parasita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;intersectia nu apare când o cauti tu.&lt;br /&gt;Iar sarutul ei nu ma va mângaia pe pleoape decât atunci când ma voi trezi&lt;br /&gt;din nou copil sau cand U va bifa prima victorie......            &lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di della blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi se pare foarte relevant totul avand in vedere ce s-a intamplat azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3009334222895597223?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3009334222895597223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3009334222895597223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3009334222895597223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3009334222895597223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/doar-u.html' title='doar  U...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvlutxMWrXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MTNX5czlS44/s72-c/00JKmj-34203984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3595320657990829661</id><published>2007-09-23T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:41:49.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my clothes smell just like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvbZnBMWrVI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6q5yLiheSg/s1600-h/u-has-a-smell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvbZnBMWrVI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6q5yLiheSg/s320/u-has-a-smell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113513691284155730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci precum vezi... my clothes smell just like u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting late. i am sittig here in my favourite panties and galmorous t-shirt and i can't find the  answer t a simpke question : how to get rid of my french teacher: knock her down, shoot her, ignore her????&lt;br /&gt; i had like this perfect day until i remembered that tomorrow it's monday. i hate modays. i hate a lot of things :&lt;br /&gt;1. them ( i call them =them) it's a long list of persons -crap&lt;br /&gt;2. kinley&lt;br /&gt;3. mondays&lt;br /&gt;4. mornings&lt;br /&gt;5. endings -especially the end of the summer holiday &lt;br /&gt;... i am too tired to come up with other things but i am sure there are a plenty of things i hate. i do. i am a very not-loving things person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dooooo love&lt;br /&gt;1. you&lt;br /&gt;2. my beeeed( you alrdeay met HIM)&lt;br /&gt;3. coke and orange juice&lt;br /&gt;4. snow&lt;br /&gt;5. sun&lt;br /&gt;6. the noon&lt;br /&gt;7. the sea&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;merg sa dorm sa ma mai gandesc la things i love.&lt;br /&gt;btb....today it was a PeRFect DAy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3595320657990829661?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3595320657990829661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3595320657990829661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3595320657990829661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3595320657990829661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-clothes-smell-just-like-you.html' title='my clothes smell just like you...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvbZnBMWrVI/AAAAAAAAADk/l6q5yLiheSg/s72-c/u-has-a-smell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1927848994018007396</id><published>2007-09-21T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:47:19.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock... who is there? Me!</title><content type='html'>so many things were left unsaid. so many things have changed. now i can't see clear where i am standing but i'm sure i am not on the wrong road...for now anyway. too many thing i care about and this is not something i am proud of. i just can't make up my mind. too many choices and options, why can't we make it easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when do we close the door? when will we open it? will we ever open it? my door is closed. how about yours? i was pretty sure that it was locked but now you are proving me that there is a backdoor entrance. for this one, i don't have to pay anything. i don't have to get involved. just open the door!!! is this what you want me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvQ36BMWrUI/AAAAAAAAADc/jrM2griF6RQ/s1600-h/cj_C314_14K_Gold_I_Love_You_Skeleton_Keys_Pendants_jmckinley_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvQ36BMWrUI/AAAAAAAAADc/jrM2griF6RQ/s320/cj_C314_14K_Gold_I_Love_You_Skeleton_Keys_Pendants_jmckinley_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112772946864549186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing with these stupid questions i ask myself what is what i want right now. and i am gonna tell you. it is very simple. i need a get away trip to an exotic place. me and my so called "new boyfriend" on the beach drinking cocktails and laying in the sun. then i would like to move far away from here so i would never have to see your face again. But because this will nerver happen, i will just keep my doors closed and make sure you don't find the key. buh bye :h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1927848994018007396?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1927848994018007396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1927848994018007396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1927848994018007396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1927848994018007396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/knock-knock-who-is-there-me.html' title='knock knock... who is there? Me!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvQ36BMWrUI/AAAAAAAAADc/jrM2griF6RQ/s72-c/cj_C314_14K_Gold_I_Love_You_Skeleton_Keys_Pendants_jmckinley_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1562283447007074643</id><published>2007-09-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:56:07.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sO Not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana ieri si eu credeam ca toata chestia asta cu competitia e buna...dar nu e. Cineva mi-a zis ca atunci cand oamenii colaboreaza ies lucruri mai bune. nu stiu ce sa zic. eu sunt o individualista demodata careia ii place sa se laude si sa fie prima. deci munca in echipa nu e exact my type. dar cand vorbim de altfel de echipe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu si el suntem o echipa, nu? nu ar trebui sa existe o competitie. dar e.  mi-am dat seama ca traind alaturi de cineva care nu are vise si idealuri, mereu ma gandeam &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nu pot sta eu cu un tip ca asta...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dar ce te faci cand el are idealuri? cand vine la pachet cu locul unu, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;un look perfect dupa care toate intorc capul? nici asa nu e bine pentru ca traiesc cu o frica...ma bantuie ideea ca dc va fii alta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inainte mereu eu eram aia mai buna. mai isteata.mai frumoasa. mai buna. acuma insa..lucrurile s-au schimbat. trebuie sa lupt pentru statutul asta. analizand problema mea, mi-am dat seama ca asa sunt femeile. cand au pe cineva "not their class' , mereu spera sa gasesasca pe cineva mai stilat. dar cand gasesc, isi dau seama ca nu e bine sa iesi cu cineva stilat, ca este " so NOt your class"( defapt tu esti not his class :|)...ce fac? se intorc inapoi la ala not their class sau se roaga zilnic la d-zeu sa nu apara alta tipa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvGKPtBnhNI/AAAAAAAAADU/G1FrwDzZY3k/s1600-h/fear-black-preview.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvGKPtBnhNI/AAAAAAAAADU/G1FrwDzZY3k/s320/fear-black-preview.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112019054431274194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbatii in schimb....prefera tipele so not their class. pt activitaile nocturne le convine orice :)) dar pt o relatie le trebuie o fata dragutza, cuminte, inteligenta, so NOT their class. ei nu ar putea avea o relatie cu o tipa sun nivelul lor. nu o fac pur si simplu. ma refer la o relatie serioasa.&lt;br /&gt;bottom line, de ce ne place noua femeilor sa ne simtit superioare? dc am fi, nu am mai avea teama asta constanta, nu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana maine....ma duc sa ma rog :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1562283447007074643?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1562283447007074643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1562283447007074643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1562283447007074643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1562283447007074643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/competition.html' title='competition'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvGKPtBnhNI/AAAAAAAAADU/G1FrwDzZY3k/s72-c/fear-black-preview.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8713252661697108518</id><published>2007-09-18T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:12:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just enjoy while it lasts</title><content type='html'>a doua zi de scoala...mi-ai lispit azi foarte mult :)) in special cand se vorbea de teoria relativitatii ma gandeam cat de relativ esti: dimineata pari prea mic iar seara prea mare. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trecand peste asta azi a fost o zi de toamna frumoasa. ai simtit vreodata mirosul toamnei? eu ma plimbam ieri cu "my new boyfriend" (asa e trecut in lista de mess) si trecand pe langa o casa am simtit un miros de struguri. am stat amandoi ca prostii in fata casei pana m-am saturat eu sa miros toamna. sincer, nici acuma nu m-am saturat pentru ca e un parfum atat de sincer si de natural pe care nu pot sa il descriu. iarna miroase a rece.... iar primavara nu stiu. am uitat. dar toamna e plina de arome... care iti invaluie simturile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dc tot suntem la capitolul simturi, ce are lume cu cafeaua? e o obsesie care nu o inteleg. e veche ce-i drept dar lumea te exclude dc nu bei cafea. e ca un cerc vicios (exclusivist!!!) al bautorilor de cafea care sunt foarte diferiti. au alte preocupari, alte idei, alte perceptii, alte povesti. pana si "hai la o cafea" suna atat de tare cand nu bei cafea. enervant. si dc zici "nu beau cafea", ei insista " da de ce?"...pai nu-mi place. "cui nu-i place cafeaua in ziua de azi???toti bem"....mie...am i the only looser that hates coffee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana maine va las sa-mi admirati achizitia...nu de alta dar eu nu ma pot opri din privit. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvA-7YYgGTI/AAAAAAAAADM/8ruPF2nIOQ8/s1600-h/17092007012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvA-7YYgGTI/AAAAAAAAADM/8ruPF2nIOQ8/s320/17092007012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111654766943934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8713252661697108518?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8713252661697108518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8713252661697108518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8713252661697108518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8713252661697108518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-enjoy-while-it-lasts.html' title='just enjoy while it lasts'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RvA-7YYgGTI/AAAAAAAAADM/8ruPF2nIOQ8/s72-c/17092007012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3835650998814763990</id><published>2007-09-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:15:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maine o sa iti simt lipsa.. nu-ti fa griji, o sa ma intorc :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru7tp4YgGSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0tgcHKP4kWc/s1600-h/g1511~Unmade-Bed-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru7tp4YgGSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0tgcHKP4kWc/s320/g1511~Unmade-Bed-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111283930877663522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program zilnic: &lt;br /&gt;scoala, acasa, scoala, acasa.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimic interesant pentru azi. doar ca am o noua obsesie cauzata de cei din jur; scoala de soferi. stau la 20 de minute de scoala dar vreau sa merg cu masina. " am intarziat ca nu am gasit loc de parcare"...si eu vreau loc de parcare. dar totusi, la ce bun un loc de parcare dc nu ai masina?&lt;br /&gt;la ce bun sa ai o multime de jocuri dc nu ai cu cine sa te joci? sau o casa mare dar goala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi care isi vor parca masina o primesc nu pt ca merita..pt ca pot. si mai nou mergem dupa ideea " dc imi permit, de ce nu?" si eu merit o masina. chiar merit. mai mult ca altii. pe mine m-am convins. dar pe ai mei? ii convingeti voi? o masina e ultimul lucru de care am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi am realizat ca sunt foarte superficiala. sunt convinsa ca nu sunt singura care isi iubeste patul mai mult decat ar trebui, dar azi am realizat ca nu mai pot sa ma dezlipesc de el. cu cat ei vor sa ma desparta mai tare, cu atata il vreau mai mult. am impresia ca timp de un an ne vom bucura de o dragoste nebuna pentru ca timp de 7 ore zilnic ii voi simtit categoric lipsa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3835650998814763990?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3835650998814763990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3835650998814763990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3835650998814763990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3835650998814763990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/maine-o-sa-iti-simt-lipsa-nu-ti-fa.html' title='maine o sa iti simt lipsa.. nu-ti fa griji, o sa ma intorc :))'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru7tp4YgGSI/AAAAAAAAADE/0tgcHKP4kWc/s72-c/g1511~Unmade-Bed-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5774804710149378193</id><published>2007-09-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:42:33.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cand o sa fiu mare o sa fiu aviator si o sa zbor peste ocean....</title><content type='html'>Nu.&lt;br /&gt;eu cand o sa fiu mare o sa fiu astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pompier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vreau sa fiu actrita. De ce meseria asta intra in categoria slujbelor pe care le visam cand suntem mici dar stim ca nu le vom urma? sa fim seriosi...cati devin aviatori? sau astronauti? sau capitani de cursa lunga (cum vroia tata) ? prea putini..&lt;br /&gt;la fel prea putina lume intra in cercul asta vicios al artei. in mintea mea: arta inseamna saracie. in mintea altora, nu. excludem cliseele gen hollywood si vb de arta pura...arta la un alt nivel. de filmele experiment, filme care te fac sa te gandesti nu comedii romantice de 2 bani... de piese de teatru pe care jumate din spectatori nu le inteleg si totusi au sala plina si ziarele vuiesc despre ele... in viziunea mea: aia e arta: pe care nu o inteleg decat putini. sunt dispusa sa ma sacrific de dragul artei?&lt;br /&gt;sa te intreb ceva. tu te-ai duce intr-un loc unde stii ca nu ti se potriveste? unde stii ca nu esti cel mai bun si ca tristul adevar e ca niciodata nu vei fi? unde viitorul e nesigur si sumbru iar in cel mai fericit caz iti asigura un trai decent?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ce?..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru2T6oYgGRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ESiOwxKzpo0/s1600-h/babysmile_943645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru2T6oYgGRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ESiOwxKzpo0/s320/babysmile_943645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110903787617261842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru acele clipe de emotie pe care oricum ti le-as descrie nu ai cum sa le intelegi. ca spectator vezi altfel. ca actor simti altfel. e o diferenta de la cer la pamant. asa ca degeaba ma explic si spun, si explic de ce vreau asta pentru ca nimeni nu intelege. de aceea raman la cel mai idiot si copilresc raspuns posibil : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pentru ca asa vreau eu&lt;/span&gt;!  macar asa inteleg toti.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5774804710149378193?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5774804710149378193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5774804710149378193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5774804710149378193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5774804710149378193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/cand-o-sa-fiu-mare-o-sa-fiu-aviator-si.html' title='cand o sa fiu mare o sa fiu aviator si o sa zbor peste ocean....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ru2T6oYgGRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ESiOwxKzpo0/s72-c/babysmile_943645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7311352114035770924</id><published>2007-09-13T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:54:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ask stupid questions please</title><content type='html'>i am so tired. monday, school starts. monday is the day i've been expecting for a long time. monday...&lt;br /&gt;until then...we have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's topic: privacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RumURYYgGQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ja-K5BuOR8s/s1600-h/ist2_662650_asian_girl_saying_don_t_speak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RumURYYgGQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ja-K5BuOR8s/s320/ist2_662650_asian_girl_saying_don_t_speak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109778278552443138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all need it, want it although when we have we are looking for places where you can find everything but privacy and when it's gone, it's everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;but what happens when someone breaks your wall? when someone asks to many questions? how do you ask them to stop? there should be rules: what to ask, and what not to ask and these rules should be introduced to teenagers nowadays cause...they seem to have no idea about this term "privacy".or intimacy. why is it that they want to know everything about you? we have masks that keep us safe and under them, we hide our private life. but what happens when someone is too curious? when they don't understand  that enough is enough and they keep asking you personal stuff. &lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I THE ONE THAT FEELS Embarrassed when THEY SHOULD? why can't i give them a short answer like NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it that in a way...we want our private life be public but we don't want to admit?  do we feel more important when people ask us intimate questions? if not...someone tell why i could not punch the idiot that asked me today details about my sex life? :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7311352114035770924?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7311352114035770924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7311352114035770924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7311352114035770924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7311352114035770924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-ask-stupid-questions-please.html' title='don&apos;t ask stupid questions please'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RumURYYgGQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ja-K5BuOR8s/s72-c/ist2_662650_asian_girl_saying_don_t_speak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-4760458218831449152</id><published>2007-09-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:33:27.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panties? no thanks.. :))</title><content type='html'>vedetele au lansat o noua moda: no panties. ce poate fi asa interesant? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta era cam offtopic, dar ma rog... ziua de azi a fost "ciudata". toata ziua am avut un sentiment de..dor..care din fericire a trecut. back to normal or at least hope so. acum am insa o dilema din care nu pot iesi: to lie or not to lie? am i more important than she is? ... iguess i am gonna stick with the not telling the truth part.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din nou a plouat. si maine va ploua. petrecandu-mi ziua l turda mi-am dat seama ca am anume prieteni care mereu i-am tratat altfel, gandidu-ma ca sunt din turda. ideea e ca pt mine cel putin imaginea conteaza. nu as putea sa umblu pe str cu cineva care m-ar face de rusine( ma refer sa nu fie imbracat corespunzator sau pur si simplu sa fie...din turda)...e urat si nu pot sa recunosc in fata asta. as nega dc mi-ai spune dar adevarul e ca azi mai mult ca oricand, imaginea conteaza. asa ca, de ce sa nu le oferim baietilor imagini de neuitat? no panties, ladies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ruho2IYgGOI/AAAAAAAAACk/x0jqzEhZZvs/s1600-h/ist2_3072925_no_underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ruho2IYgGOI/AAAAAAAAACk/x0jqzEhZZvs/s320/ist2_3072925_no_underwear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109449056424302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-4760458218831449152?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4760458218831449152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=4760458218831449152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4760458218831449152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/4760458218831449152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/panties-no-thanks.html' title='panties? no thanks.. :))'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Ruho2IYgGOI/AAAAAAAAACk/x0jqzEhZZvs/s72-c/ist2_3072925_no_underwear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-853446292290969487</id><published>2007-09-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:46:01.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long live the king</title><content type='html'>ma gandeam ca o sa ma deranjeze ca ploua atat de des dar nu-mi pasa. Mi se pare ca da un aer ... londonez orasului. As putea sa incep sa povestesc cum a fost in vacanta dar fiindca acolo e soare si aici ploua, zilele acelea par foarte departe - din prea multe puncte de vedere. Acolo totul era altfel. Aici, totul e la fel. &lt;br /&gt;Monoton.&lt;br /&gt;Monoton.&lt;br /&gt;Monoton.&lt;br /&gt;iar ploaia nu face decat sa accentueze monotonia asta. &lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand schimbi ceva in viata ta, te astepti sa fii fericit. Dar dc nu esti?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ce ai primit nu e exact ceea ce iti doreai, cum duci cadoul inapoi?&lt;br /&gt;nu poti... si nici nu poti sa spui nimanui ca nu-ti place pentru ca toti cred ca iti place. e mai simplu sa iti placa. pt ei cel putin.&lt;br /&gt;incepe scoala si parca vreau, parca nu vreau. nu stiu de unde atata nehotarare in viata mea. poate e din cauza racelii care persista enervant de mult. se cam intinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in ultimul timp am senzatia ca nu-mi ajunge timpul. nu pot sa fac nimica. sunt prea ocupata. atatea chestii vreau sa fac si nu am timp sa le fac pe toate. vreau prea multe sau pur si simplu ziua e prea scurta pt someone like me? i am gonna ask santa for a .... oooo what is it called???..... capsula timpului ca sa pot sa fac mai multe lucruri intr-o zi.:))).../"like nerd"/(so citez pe multiubita mea lil' sis) poate tot ce imi trebuie sunt niste ore de yoga sa ma relaxez. sau sa incerc cel putin. cand ii vad pe altii cat pot sa fie de relaxati imi vine sa le trag una. defapt cred ca e o problema legata de gelozie;if i can't do it so, why should they?... promit ca pana la finalul anului o sa gasesc o tehinca potrivita de relaxare, altceva mai interesant decat plictiseala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RucR_vRO9mI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLg_FZT2GMU/s1600-h/crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RucR_vRO9mI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLg_FZT2GMU/s320/crown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109072088993298018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i want to be the queen of this urban jungle but...where is my king?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-853446292290969487?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/853446292290969487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=853446292290969487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/853446292290969487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/853446292290969487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-live-king.html' title='long live the king'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RucR_vRO9mI/AAAAAAAAACM/zLg_FZT2GMU/s72-c/crown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2699722676874945220</id><published>2007-08-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:36:59.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday sunnnnnnnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rsip4_RO9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/JsN1o1xx6kQ/s1600-h/holiday_nmi_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rsip4_RO9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/JsN1o1xx6kQ/s200/holiday_nmi_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100513374518572530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha....what a funny thing faith is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is actually a joke. a real joke. and everybody else laughs except me. you know what is funny? i enjoy jokes. i make them. i practically adore them, it's just that this time, they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have moment when all you want is to relax? i do...this is one of them.tomorrow i will be on my escape bus to turkey. turkey looks so far from where i'm standing. it won't look so far tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...gotta pack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2699722676874945220?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2699722676874945220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2699722676874945220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2699722676874945220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2699722676874945220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/08/holiday-sunnnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='holiday sunnnnnnnnnnnn'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/Rsip4_RO9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/JsN1o1xx6kQ/s72-c/holiday_nmi_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6596756012932269556</id><published>2007-08-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:40:56.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another question'/><title type='text'>to know or not know? that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RscgM_RO9eI/AAAAAAAAABM/CB0xrL3bbkE/s1600-h/urban-surf-1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RscgM_RO9eI/AAAAAAAAABM/CB0xrL3bbkE/s400/urban-surf-1978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100080510534612450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todaY the phone rang.i picked up. it was her. &lt;br /&gt;"i have something to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;"do i wanna know?"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"i might..."&lt;br /&gt;"well... check this out. i was there when...."&lt;br /&gt;and she told me what had happened. i already knew that. than something stroke me: did i  really want to know? no :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told her never to call me again on that issue. many say what you don't know can't hurt you but (to quote someone) not knowing is the worst thing ever. i want to know. i want to know everything. sometimes this need of knowing made me look like a fool but what is your problem??? i hate those people that are afraid to ask: we pass with the car near a factory and i am so curios to find out what happens behind the closed doors. does that make me stupid because most of the time i find myself questioning : what does that do?? and I am the only one doing that. Does everybody else know or are they just too afraid to ask? Do they have the answer to all these small questions and if they do, why don't they want to share them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MR.Oh is still alive. And so am I. why don't we go and have a drink???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6596756012932269556?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6596756012932269556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6596756012932269556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6596756012932269556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6596756012932269556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-know-or-not-know-that-is-question.html' title='to know or not know? that is the question'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RscgM_RO9eI/AAAAAAAAABM/CB0xrL3bbkE/s72-c/urban-surf-1978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8354018342743702463</id><published>2007-08-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:42:30.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am so I can dream on, my dear fantasy boy....oh...Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RsXP7fRO9YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H8OCoMeJang/s1600-h/d1019i43848h161128_V96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RsXP7fRO9YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H8OCoMeJang/s400/d1019i43848h161128_V96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710773979968898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here i am&lt;/span&gt;....this is me...there is no other place that i would like to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some time a question has been bothering me: why is it that we women always want to be unique? What is with this obessive need of being special. do we need someone to make us special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....the correct answer would be No but, in my case anyway, the answer is yes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here i am&lt;/span&gt; , bored and still so full of hope. Something is different now, one way or another. Why is it that I can't answer to the quetion what is wrong with you? nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could start taking about holiday about my holiday but there isn't much to say ... the rolling stones concert was amazing. Seriously, i loved it&gt; actually, right now i am listening to rolling stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my entire day packing although I am very frustated: I know that I won't use most of the stuff i packed, I won't wear make-up even if I have all i need with me, and I won't keep it clean...my bag. It's gonna be a real mess in there. But who cares? Not to me.... :))))) IO have waited for this opportunity for  months and now...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here I am&lt;/span&gt;. Leaving :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that nost places we used to love we now hate? Why can't we forget as much as we would like? why can't we accept defeat, when there is nothing left to fight for? that is the big question. i will find an answer. I have to find an answer to that question. until then...i will just lay in the sun and dream onnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&gt; Can I call him mr.Oh or it would be too fancy? see ya later, mr.Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8354018342743702463?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8354018342743702463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8354018342743702463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8354018342743702463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8354018342743702463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-i-am-so-i-can-dream-on-my-dear.html' title='here i am so I can dream on, my dear fantasy boy....oh...Oh'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHWwmlhv1ZA/RsXP7fRO9YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H8OCoMeJang/s72-c/d1019i43848h161128_V96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2299965884750621765</id><published>2007-05-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T04:01:21.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mda...</title><content type='html'>of doamne...totul e asa de greu. simt ca nu mai pot respira. ma sufoc. totul ma sufoc. vreau sa pun mana pe telefon sa sun dar nu pot.... ceva ma opreste. ceva imi spune Nu suna! &lt;br /&gt;asteapta. astept. asta fac...astept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2299965884750621765?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2299965884750621765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2299965884750621765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2299965884750621765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2299965884750621765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mda.html' title='mda...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7779754420514206294</id><published>2007-05-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:17:01.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more words...no more signs...just silence</title><content type='html'>lucrurile se schimba. totul se misca prea repede sa pot procesa:&lt;br /&gt;eu: te urasc!&lt;br /&gt;tu: ba nu!&lt;br /&gt;eu: ba da..&lt;br /&gt;tu: esti sigura...?&lt;br /&gt;eu: da. acum am alta viata.lucrurile s-au schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;tu: nu asta era intrebarea.&lt;br /&gt;eu: esti sigur?&lt;br /&gt;tu: da. &lt;br /&gt;eu: asta e problema. eu nu sunt sigura decat de un singur lucru. ca orice ai face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;ce nu ai facut? m-am obisnuit cu atatea :)) si cu mine. of doamneeeeeeee ce lume nebuna nebuna nebuna.&lt;br /&gt;acum cateva zile a murit cineva. trist. cand am auzit ce prostie, m-au trecut fiori. nu-l cunosteam dar il cunosteau altii si cand mi-au povestit m-am speriat. mi-am dat seama ca totul se poate termina intr-o clipa. avea 18 ani....singur la parinti, o iubita, prieteni, tot ce-si dorea. si uite. azi e, maine nu. poate asa o sa dispari si tu si o sa fie prea tarziu sa ti mai spun sau poate asa o sa dispar eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ea e distrusa....erau de cativa ani impreuna. prietenul lui are bacul in cateva sapatamani. si el e distrus. se tot joaca cu masinute. erau doar ei 2 in masina si practic si-a vazut prietenul murind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defapt cred ca mereu moare ceva in noi. dar totusi, acel ceva uneori are o speranta de a fi salvat. pe cand bietul Vic...NU :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7779754420514206294?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7779754420514206294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7779754420514206294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7779754420514206294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7779754420514206294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-more-wordsno-more-signsjust-silence.html' title='no more words...no more signs...just silence'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-530529295850435464</id><published>2007-04-30T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:37:34.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2 sau 3?</title><content type='html'>unele momente sunt perfecte. pur si simplu nu ai ce sa le faci. incerci sa le strici si nu poti. ai vrea sa nu mai fie atat de perfecte dar nici asta nu poti. singura problema e, ce se intampla dupa ce ele dispar? cand te trezesti si vezi ca totul nu e chiar atat de frumos cum pare? ai mai multe variante. iti iei o sticla de vodtca+un suc de portocale si apoi pleci la obsession in cautare de alte momente perfecte. =))&lt;br /&gt;2. te resemnezi si nu mai cauti momente perfecte, te multumesti cu ce ai....&lt;br /&gt;si 3. nu exista 3. probabil ca mometele perfecte abia la anumite ore si abia dupa o anumita cantitate de bautura sau somn, sau cine stie. ideea e ca ele vin in valuri. crezi ca o sa fie oke, dar nu e asa. zici, lasa ca scap. dar nu e asa. apoi te trezesti ca iti plac prea mult si ca mai vrei, dar cand sa le ai, nu mai sunt. oke....s-au dus. gata&lt;br /&gt;si acuma???? what happens now? we wait and wait and wait,,,,,,, poate ca m-am saturat sa astept. deseara merg la obsession, oare intru in categoria 1??? =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasand la o parte viata mea fericita, ajung la o parte trista. nu vreau sa vb despre asta. e asa de greu dar totul va fi bine, sper. oricum acuma e MAi bine. si vine examenul. merg sa invat. defapt merg sa caut telecomanda si apoi in oras. invatz apoi =)))))))))) dupa care imi iau vodtca :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-530529295850435464?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/530529295850435464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=530529295850435464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/530529295850435464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/530529295850435464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-2-sau-3.html' title='1, 2 sau 3?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3972553139219801431</id><published>2007-04-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:13:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know</title><content type='html'>era o reclama la mastercard ceva de genu "unele lucruri is de nepretuit, pentru restu exista mastercard". in cadrul chestiile 'de ne pretuit' aparea privirea fostului prieten. In reclama era o tipa dragutza care merge la o petrecere unde se intalneste cu fostul prieten. acesta se uita foarte ...ciudat la ea. Jur ca nu am inteles reclama asta foarte multa vreme. Nu intelegeam privirea tipului. Pana azi. Cand a trecut pe langa mine si am vazut privirea. E aceeasi. Aceasi privire pe care azi o primesc in fiecare zi. Si difera atat de tare...niciodata nu am mai vazut-o si e ciudat, oare si eu am o privire???&lt;br /&gt;toate merg prost. azi cel putin asa au mers. &lt;br /&gt;nu mai pot. pur si simplu nu mai pot. nu mai pot face nimic. nimic :|&lt;br /&gt;gata. nu mai pot... :| &lt;br /&gt;:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3972553139219801431?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3972553139219801431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3972553139219801431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3972553139219801431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3972553139219801431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-i-know.html' title='now i know'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3845013878740912390</id><published>2007-04-14T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T03:33:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the guilt</title><content type='html'>and now what? where are we now? where are we going? why is everything moving so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could call you and tell you everything, but i can't. i can't call you anymore. i don't know why, i just know that i can't. every morning i wake up i just want to go back to bed, and it's not because i'm tired, it's because i'm sick of everything. it's like a cold wind that blows in my face and doesn't let me to move on. i just wait and wait for the perfect time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did something bad. i'm not sure how bad it is but it's not good anyway. :D i keep thinkig at the past and that is not good. we can't live from the past. why don't you call me? why don't you came and save me? can't you see i'm drowning???&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be a "sink with an opened drain, honey..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3845013878740912390?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3845013878740912390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3845013878740912390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3845013878740912390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3845013878740912390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-guilt.html' title='oh the guilt'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5339637628677442538</id><published>2007-03-03T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:07:49.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3 GO!</title><content type='html'>cu toata viteza inainte. luna martie a inceput si totul revine la viata, including me ;)). deja lucrurile sunt clare si apa e limpede. there is no turning back...am stat si m-am gandit la mine foarta multe vreme si mi-am dat seama ca am ajuns sa fiu ceva ce nu  imi doresc. nu vreau sa fiu produsul altora, vocea altora, sa exprim ideile altora. m-am saturat sa imi pese de cei din jur. celor din jur nu le pasa de tine. mereu esti sg..in toate felurile posibile. a inceput sa ma enerveze cuvantul "noi" , "tu" sau "voi". vreau sa fiu "EU". doar Eu. si atat.&lt;br /&gt;m-am saturat sa privesc in jur si sa vad aceleasi fetze, aceleasi priviri aceleasi sperante si aceleasi ganduri. vreau altceva. nu mai sunt ce am fost. nu vreau sa mai fiu ce am fost. o papusa pe care o manevra cineva... am realizat abia tarziu ca multe idei nu erau ale mele, ca multe pareri nu erau ale mele, erau ale altcuiva.&lt;br /&gt;dar nu mai sunt.&lt;br /&gt;gata. &lt;br /&gt;mergem cu toata viteza inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. and just you know...nu dau autografe..inka :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5339637628677442538?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5339637628677442538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5339637628677442538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5339637628677442538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5339637628677442538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/03/123-go.html' title='1,2,3 GO!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6980995017594300011</id><published>2007-02-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:06:04.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never   ever</title><content type='html'>punct. si de la capat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma intreb ce sens are sa iubesti pe cineva? nici unul daca atunci cand tu esti fericit el vine si iti fura tot. nu are nici un sens sa te chinui atata. ca sa ce? sa fii vulnerabil si slab? unii oameni nu pot sa fie asa. am fost prea slaba pentru prea mult timp. am fost prea fraiera. nu mai vreau sa fiu asa. vreau sa fiu ceea ce sunt. sa fiu cum trebuie sa fiu. cum eram. cum sunt. cum voi fi. dar nu pot....nu prea pot. e foarte greu. ma tot straduiesc de cateva saptamani bune si nu pot pentru ca exista speranta.&lt;br /&gt;speranta e singura care ma face sa zambesc uneori. am atatea de spus si nu pot sa le spun. poate ca tacerea e singurul lucru pe care il merit. poate e mai bine asa. pentru cine? pentru mine? cine poate hotara cum e mai bine pentru mine? eu? tu? ei? nu... nimeni. binele vine de la sine si pleaca de la sine. &lt;br /&gt;m-am obisnuit cu binele. sunt un copil. rau. am fost un copil rau. acuma sunt pedepsita pentru asta. m-am tradat singura. mi-am incalcat principiile. am lasat garda jos si acuma platesc pentru asta. scump....&lt;br /&gt;de ce? nu vreau sa mai platesc. ajunge. tot jocul asta e prea mult pentru mine. mai mult decat pot suporta. traiesc cu impresia ca intr-o zi va fi bine. dar nu va fi bine. m-am saturat sa fiu singura care nu vede. sunt oarba, prea oarba, prea buna pentru lumea asta mare si rea. sunt prea naiva si prea fragila. si el m-a scapat si m-a spart. mi-a spart sufletul si oricat as incerca...nu il pot lipi la loc. nu vrea sa se lipeasca. sunt mici bucatele de sticla care stau pe podea. asa ma simt. de ce? de ce nu simt altii asa? de ce daca ar veni si ar sufla peste mine, toata sticla s-ar preface in vaza si ar fi la fel de frumoasa ca inainte? ce ii da puterea asta? cine? eu... eu il fac un demiurg care creeaza, da si ia. &lt;br /&gt;a picat testul. e prea mult decat poate duce. sufletul meu e prea complicat pentru un simplu om. sau pentru el. nu poate fi el demiurgul meu. eu sunt propriul meu destin si oricat timp mi-ar lua, am sa stau si am sa lipesc vaza si apoi am s-o vopsesc si am so desenez sa fie perfecta...cum era. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6980995017594300011?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6980995017594300011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6980995017594300011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6980995017594300011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6980995017594300011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-ever.html' title='never   ever'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5256367552828035246</id><published>2007-02-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:07:04.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big girl</title><content type='html'>i'm a big, big girl in a big, big world....it's not a big thing if you leave me but i do, do feel that i do, do will miss u much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{m-am saturat. m-am saturat de toate si de tine. nu vreau sa te mai vad1 nu vreau sa te mai aud. nu vreau sa te mai simt. nu vreau cand ma uit la pa sa ne vad pe noi. nu vreau cand ma uit la poze sa ne vad pe noi. nu vreau cand zambesc sa ma gandesc la tine. nu mai vreau sa intri in viata mea. ai iesit si nu te mai poti intoarce. there is no turning back. not for you, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta ma gandesc in fiecare dimineatza din ultimele 2 saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu m-ai sunat...nu o sa suni. mi-e asa de dor de tine. vreau sa te pup si sa ma pupi. asa dragutz erai azi la scoala. am vazut ca te-ai uitat dupa mine. de ce nu ai venit sa ma pupi? de ce esti asa? oare iti mai pasa sau e gata&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta ma gandesc in fiecare seara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU se mai poate asa. de ce seara ne face mai vulnerabili? maine dimineata cand o sa ma trezesc o sa zambesc si o sa plec departe departe. o sa las totul in urma si va fi altfel. voi merge intr-un loc plin de amintiri dar totusi e mai bine decat sa stau aici. aici si asa nu mai pot sta. nu mai vreau sa mai stau. vreau sa se termine totul. vreau sa ma trezesc din acest cosmar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in rest toate numai de bine. azi a iesit excelent. toti am stralucit. si cred ca si ochii mei au stralucit. am facut excelent. am simtit..doamne si cate emotii..si cata bucurie cand au venit aplauzele...si cat de mult ne iubesc ema si stelica. :) si eu tin la ei. suntem o echipa.!!!! la spectacol tptul va iesi de 5 ori mai bine . promit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa...si am de gand sa pastrez spectacolul un secret.;) ora si data vor fi doar pentru cei care voi stii sigura ca ar veni. nu vreau sa mai distrug planuri sau sa fiu amanata pt ca altii au planuri. vreau sa vina pers care stiu ca ar da orice sa fie acolo. si lista incepe, cu siguranta cu George. izzie loves george.:*:* george will be there in the first row and give her the energy she needs to be the best....cause she is the best. she always is and she will always be THE ONE.....and you know that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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girl'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6199139579772417541</id><published>2007-02-02T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:09:02.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>supergirl</title><content type='html'>mda..mda ...mda&lt;br /&gt;ce tare suna..mda :P   viata mea e ..mda si nu da ! :P&lt;br /&gt;one week..two weeks..three weeks..times goes by. i'm a stranger in this new world and I don't want to get lost. my tunnel is dark but I know the way . i'll find the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu pot sa cred ca am medie destul de mare. vreau sa o am si mai mare!!!!!!!! trebuie sa invatz un picutz. :D mai muuuuuuuuuuult. poate primesc si bursa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roadis clear. are you ready???&lt;br /&gt;3, 2, 1 GOOO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;and don't get lost on the way..cause you are a supergirl and supergirls don't cry.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6199139579772417541?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6199139579772417541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6199139579772417541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6199139579772417541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6199139579772417541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/02/supergirl.html' title='supergirl'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7174401623564266511</id><published>2007-01-29T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T03:22:30.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i lay here..if i just lay here..would you lie with me and forget the world?</title><content type='html'>time has stopped...she looked around her and there were all these strange people laughing and talking. She didn't hear them, she didn't like them. she looked around and all those familiar faces turned to strangers. it was then when she realised she can't make time go faster. she can't control time...she can't make it stop or make it run. she is just a sad face that soon will smile.&lt;br /&gt;the world has gone crazy:&lt;br /&gt;"izzie thinks that she should move on"&lt;br /&gt;"george agrees"&lt;br /&gt;"izzie thinks that she needs to have some fun"&lt;br /&gt;"george agrees. george thinks that izzie should smile more. izzie is pretty when she smiles"&lt;br /&gt;"izzie knows this. izzie will soon be ready to smile. izzie will be a surgeon. a rich surgeon...=))"&lt;br /&gt;"george thinks that izzie should watch out with the money...it can be dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;"izzie doesn't agree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzie doesn't agree.&lt;br /&gt;izzie doesn't agree at all. &lt;br /&gt;izzie is going to ski next week.&lt;br /&gt;izzie is gonna be a star. george will be there for her. george will be in the first row and smile. he is proud. he has a very nice friend. she is his best friend. ..izzie&lt;br /&gt;so hard to understand and still so easy to read.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7174401623564266511?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7174401623564266511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7174401623564266511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-lay-hereif-i-just-lay-herewould.html' title='if i lay here..if i just lay here..would you lie with me and forget the world?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8609463614138523644</id><published>2007-01-18T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T06:22:12.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet there is hope'/><title type='text'>you win again</title><content type='html'>oke...au trecut deja cateva zile...&lt;br /&gt;am scapat de teza. a fost oke.voi vedea rezultatul. mi-am luat 2 pulovere noi asa dragutze. defapt mama mi le-a luat. e asa dragutza. nu mai pot vb asa urat cu ea. nu merita. :* &lt;br /&gt;bratara cu inimioara pe care mi-am luat-o de craciun se potrivieste de minune cu inelul de la my best friend. e asa perfect. serios . 2 inimioare...&lt;br /&gt;nu am chef sa rasfoiesc reviste. in bolero e un cd cu best love songs. la ce bun. nu am chef de love songs. :D&lt;br /&gt;doamne ce bine a fost ieri....ieri am facut perfet la teatru...doamne cat sunt de buna. abia astept spectacolul. voi straluci la propriu. sper sa le placa la restu. sunt asa curioasa ce o sa zica. atata am muncit si nu vad de ce nu le-ar place. e reusit. suuuper. cred cavoi merge la teatru.&lt;br /&gt;ioaiiii... ce am patit!!! eu cred ca destinul imi joaca feste altfel nu-mi pot explica o asa mare coincidenta. vreau sa ii scriu sa il intreb ce-o fost in capul ei sa-mi pregateasca asa o chestie. =))))) hei destin...hotaraste-te ce vrei sa-mi arati ca ma faci prea confuza. :P&lt;br /&gt;seriously..is obosita. =)))) si fac baie in lighean. era sa mor de vreo 5 ori in ultimele zile....ori sa pic in baie ==))))din lighean, ori sa dea o masina peste mine...dar eu nu pot muri. destinul are ceva special pt mine ..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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again'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-681354764168046817</id><published>2007-01-15T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:21:54.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much wine and too much song...</title><content type='html'>ai zice ca e primavara...toata lumea e asa fericita si zambitoare.&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma intreb ce am patit? ma cert cu toti. poate eu sunt de vina. azi am castigat la debate. am uitat ce bine te simti cand castigi..desi adev e ca nu m-am comportat ca o invingatoare. dar am trecut si peste asta. maine mai am o proba de trecut si apoi am scapat de tot, sper . chiar nu ma mai pasioneaza chestia cu scoala.&lt;br /&gt;teatrul e acuma prima ocupatie si apoi engleza. abia astept sa vina spectacolul. asa senzatie, mai rar. e ca un drog. mergi dai tot ce ai mai bun din tine si apoi la final toti te aplauda si te vereaza..te admira, oameni la care le pasa de tine si care admira ce faci si care chiar daca nu ar recunoaste, si-ar dori sa poata sa faca ce faci tu, dar nu se poate. doar unii sunt potriviti pt asta. printre care sper ca si eu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma doare capul. sunt asa de seaca azi. nu am chef de nimic. asa...speram ca viata mea va fi interesanta dar e asa de boring. acuma ca a plecat si el parca e si mai boring. &lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa merg la patinoar. o sa vb cu ea sa ma ea cu al iei iubit.=)) ce ma distreaza astia 2.=))&lt;br /&gt;am chef sa dansez. as dansa nonstop dar nu singura. as dansa cu cineva care stie sa danseze. numa noi..sa fim undeva si sa dansam. :) asa..vreau sa simt muzica.&lt;br /&gt;in rest nika nou...am inceput sa ma cert cu "vaca aia nesimtita" dar cred ca ma iubeste..nu degeaba zic mereu ca numa ei ma iubesc cel mai mult pe lume..cu cat trece timpul ajung sa imi dau seama ca restul totul e o iluzie si ca defapt numai parintii ne iubesc cu adevarat. numai ei..restu toti vin si pleaca dar parintii te iubesc atat de mult. mi-as dori sa nu ma mai port asa urat cu ei dar nu se poate. ei sunt singurele pers care merita mai mult si le ofer exact pe dos. in schimb altii...le dai tot, iti iau tot si nu-ti dau nimic. te lasa fara aer, fara viata si le place. :) daca vad ca nu te sufoci si ca mai ai aer...vin inapoi si atata te bat la vcap pana nu mai ai nimic ce sa le oferi..si atunci pleaca la altele..sa ia si de la ele tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu mai am multe de oferit. nu am de gand sa ma scufund. 17 ani e o varsta prea frageda ca sa ma inec aici. nimic nu ma poate distruge la fel cum nimic nu e de neinlocuit. cred in soarta. nush de cand sau cum dar cred....cred in destin si cred ca destinul ne joaca feste.&lt;br /&gt;sunt curioasa ce imi va oferi in continuare...:-&gt; dar nu poate fi nika rau :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-681354764168046817?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/681354764168046817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=681354764168046817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/681354764168046817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/681354764168046817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-wine-and-too-much-song.html' title='too much wine and too much song...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-138668943376788584</id><published>2007-01-12T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T06:21:04.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time in wonderland something happened.....</title><content type='html'>She never took the train alone she hated being on her own&lt;br /&gt;She always took me by the hand and say she needs me&lt;br /&gt;She never wanted love to fail she always hoped that it was real &lt;br /&gt;She’d look me in the eyes and say believe me&lt;br /&gt;But then night becomes the day and there’s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"don't cry" he wispered in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not cying, don't worry" she lied. a tear was falling from her eyes. she remembered their last discusion:&lt;br /&gt;"grow up, god damn it"&lt;br /&gt;"no,, I don't want to"...she promised to herself that she is always gonna be a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;but that was a lie. she lied herself and she knew it. she had to face the cruel world and she was alone. she was only a baby and nobody could see that she needed help. not even Him.&lt;br /&gt; so what is she gonna do? go and conquer the world on her one and then someone else is gonna steal all those beautiful memories although they are the only things that keeps her in. she wants to go but she can't. but one day she will...all she has to do is to open her eyes and see that she is not alone...there is someone else that can help here :hope. she can help herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am nevoie de o vacanta. as vrea sa pot fugi undeva si sa nu ma mai intorc. simt ca nimic nu ma mai retine. m-as putea lipsi de tot si totusi de nimic. ma simt ciudat. nush dc e rau sau bine.trebuie sa fac ceva pt mine..m-am saturat sa fac totul pt altii si ei sa nu faca nimic. trebuie sa ma distrez, sa ies din casa asta unde toata ziua urla cineva la mine..am nevoie de o aventura, sa fug undeva si sa ma imbat ca apoi sa ma culeaga politia de pe jos si sa ma aduca acasa. sunt curioasa ce fatza are face mama ca "fetita " ei perfecta a facut-o de rusine. dar nu mi-ar pasa. nu mai imi pasa ca urla la mine sau ce zice, sunt imuna la cuvintele ei si ale altora. si totusi, de unele imi pasa prea mult.nu stiu de ce nu suport sa vad fericire. de ce? eu sunt o persoana foarte dificila. simt ca ma pierd in unele momente. ca sunt irationala si depresiva. asa..ori ff happy ori aproape sa ma sinucid=)))). mie frica de mine. dar sa nu deviez. nu suport sa vad fericire. sunt alergica. atunci cand vad pe strada cupluri care se imbratiseaza simt ca ma sufoc si imi vine sa ii omor. parca peste toti pluteste dragostea. de ce sunt asa? inainte nu eram asa.ma bucuram sa vad iubire.&lt;br /&gt;poate pt ca mi-am dat seama ca nu exista iubire....sau poate am uitat cum e...sau poate nush....nu am nici o explicatie. m-am saturat sa vb despre ceva asa de filosofic. nu e pt mine. eu sunt un biet muritor care vrea placere.=)) restul vine de la sine.&lt;br /&gt;m-am ingrasat. o simt. altii zic ca nu. dar eu o simt si nu-mi pasa. am charm. tot is secsy :P&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa dansam. doar noi doi sub clar de luna.  sa imi miroasa parul si sa imi zica ce bine mirosi. vreau sa bem pana ne imbatam amandoi si apoi  sa prostim toata noaptea. vreau sa chiulim o zi de la scoala si sa pierdem vremea impreuna. vreau sa mergem sa-mi cumpar o bluza si oricare o iau sa-mi zica" esti secsy in asta...". vreau sa-mi faca un cadou, asa neanunta. vreau sa-mi trimita mesaj in fiecare seara si sa mi zica"mie dor de parfumul tau".....vreau sa fie aici dar nu e. si nu va fi.&lt;br /&gt;o sa merg singura sa-mi iau bluza si o sa ma uit in oglinda eu sa-mi dau seama ca secsy sunt..luna o vad din pat si in fiecare seara imi sitm parfumul car e asa dulce... cat despre restull...care restul?? aaa..cina la restaurantul chinesc si patinuar..pai comand acasa si la patinoar merg cu un coleg.&lt;br /&gt;l-as intreba ce ii place la mine dar mie frica de raspuns:ochii, nasul, buzele, mirosul, parul, piciorarele, fundul ...ce? rasul, vocea, sau cum plang. pt ca numa de asta a vut parte de in ultima vreme. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;ideile mele nu se termina aici. nu am chef sa mai scriu. brusca ma simt asa ciudat. toata lumea ma cheama in orash. pana si lume demult uitata. ce am facut sa merit asta. oare se citeste pe mine ca am chef de o party? trebuie sa-mi revizuiesc comportamentul. primul pas..merg sa beau un pahar...cu cacao. &lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;and the girl left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-138668943376788584?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/138668943376788584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=138668943376788584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/138668943376788584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/138668943376788584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-upon-time-in-wonderland-something.html' title='once upon a time in wonderland something happened.....'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8498829216928700994</id><published>2007-01-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:04:33.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple life'/><title type='text'>so what if i laugh more than you?</title><content type='html'>iata-ma din nou de unde am plecat. stau la calculator , ma chinui sa fac exercitii si acuma ma gandesc unde mi-am pus ultimele resturi de ciocolata de la craciun..frumos iti sade fetito...azi a inceput scoala. sunt ata de trista. nu stiu ce e cu mine dar am impresia ca toti ma considera o proasta..asa...ca sunt o tipa proasta care nu stie nika. nush de unde am impresia asta sau d c...dar pur si simplu a venit si acuma ma obsedeaza.&lt;br /&gt;totusi cred ca totul vine de la incredere..pur si simplu trebuie sa ai incredre in tine. totul va fi bine. am primit un mail recent de la un tip dragutz care imi spunea ca isi aminteste de maine. m-a surprins..un tip sa ma placa?? c'mon...this is so funny? adik ma simt asa...incoltita. ma gandesc ca eu nu sunt asa speciala si toate fetele sunt asa frumoase in schimb..de ce s-ar uita cineva la mine si nu la ele? eu dc as fi baiat sigur m-as uita la ele.&lt;br /&gt;sunt fustrata!!!&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa fiu fustrata!&lt;br /&gt;adik ce....si eu pot! dar totusi..ma simt asa de vulnerabila. azi am mai elucidat un mister.;)) in timp ce mergeam cu troleul si priveam pierduta pe geam mi-am dat seama ca am de-a face cu fenomenul american din filme...toate tipele sunt atrase de baieti rai..baieti care nu stiu cum sa se poarte cu o fata, care nu stiu ce vrea si ce ii place. de ce??? daca un baiat vine si iti spune ce bine iti sta azi asa imbracata, vei zice ms si apoi in gandul tau&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;uau ce mishto...dar totusi tipii astia simpatici nu ma tenteaza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce?? ma tot intrebam eu? ca apoi sa realizez ca si eu sunt asa.&lt;br /&gt;iubitul meu e un tip fain..nu-l pot descrie dar se pricepe la toate...mai putin la cum sa fie romantic..defapt si asta stie cand vrea....atunci nu stie sa recunoasca ca a gresit. niciodata nu recunoaste cu voce tare: am gresit, ci doar asa , dc insisti unpicut. ma uit in jur la restul relatiilor, toate sunt diferite si parca a mea e cea mai seaca? asa sa fie.poate ca dupa 3 ani ne saturam si noi unul de altul dar totusi..parca eu nu am nevoie de cadourile lui sau sa mi zica unele lucruri sau sa-mi cante la telefon cum fac altii..eu ii simt privirea si stiu ca ma iubeste. oare ma insel? nu conteaa...acuma nu mai imi e frica. am crescut dar se pare ca nu destul. oricum , mai e timp. &lt;br /&gt;merg sa pierd vremea...sa ma plictisesc si sa visez. vreau sa joc..abia astept sa fiu in lumina rflectoarelor..imi doresc atat de mult si sper sa fiu the best...as i used to be !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8498829216928700994?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8498829216928700994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8498829216928700994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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atata?</title><content type='html'>a trecut craciunul...si anul nou,. acum e ianuarie. nu mai am nici un ban pt ca i-am dat pe cadouri, pt cei "dragi". ce rol au aceste cadouri? nu prea pricep..am trecut pe la el pe acasa si m-am uitat la brad. era dragutz dar globul care i l-am dat anul trecut nu ma era acolo. cica e printr-un dulap ratacit. apoi m-am dus in camera. pe dulap trona un tricou cu "u cluj" de la o colega. aia e mai importanat?? se pare ca da...nu e corect1 mie chiar imi placea globul si am renuntat la el in speranta ca peste ani cand il va pune pe brad isi va aminti..uite..asta e de la iubita mea...dar se pare ca nici nu mai stia cum arata. de ce m-am straduit atata, pentru ce? barbatii sunt toti niste porci imi zicea cineva..&lt;br /&gt;nu e adevarat. am inceput sa ma uit in jur si am ramas uimita. sunt o groaa de alti tipi care se poarta asa frumos..mereu te intreaba noah si cum mai merge treaba aia? sau ai facut ce trebuia sa faci? sau ti-a iesit proiectul ala? dar el nimic..pot astepta o vesnicie si tot nu intreaba. chestia asta cu globul m-a intristat. rau de tot. m-am apucat sa plang ca o proasta pe strada (dupa ce a plecat) si ce folos...el probabil sta acuma si se uita la tv, nici nu-i pasa. mie de ce mi-ar pasa????&lt;br /&gt;asa nush ce am..ma simt foarte trista. uneori asa perfect poate fi dar alteori e un idiot. mare mare.&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma gandesc ce fac? am 17 ani si eu stau cu un tip insensibil si nesimtit care pun pariu ca dc ar avea ocazia sa fie cu o tipa mai "bunoaca" m-ar parasi. iar eu? am ocazia sa fiu cu altcineva dare spun nu..pt ca am pe cineva. am oare pe cineva??? &lt;br /&gt;asa..vreau sa fie ttul oke dar nu se poate. el mereu va fi la fel si eu voi asa..nemultumita. il vad ca un baiat bun si mi-e frica sa nu il stric sincer. uneori ma simt asa o vaca pt ca ma gandesc si la alti baieti dar sunt sigura ca el se uita la alte fete. il vad cum se uita la fundul colegelor..in fatza mea si apoi neaga vehement. nu am crezut niciodata ca voi ajunge sa vad asa ceva. si totusi, uite, iubitul meu, al meu, e curios de alte tipe...ei, deh...ce? are dreptul...sa se uite...din partea mea sa faca mai mult si ma lase in pace.&lt;br /&gt;nu pot sa cred..ma suna..acuma imi pare pt ce am zis..dar ma tin tare. il iubesc.prea putin oare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8550886529454457967?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8550886529454457967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8550886529454457967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8550886529454457967'/><link rel='self' 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sper sa se inplineasca:&lt;br /&gt;1. pass cpe(asta e cea mai importanta!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. sa am medie mare...acolo de o metniune..primi 10 sa fiu si eu ;))&lt;br /&gt;3. sa merg la vara in strainatate cu ceva bursa&lt;br /&gt;4. sa imi fie bine pe plan sentimental. nu mai vreau asa comsi-comsa..ori suntem ori impreuna, ori gata.&lt;br /&gt;5. vreau sa fac poooooozze..multe pozzzzzeeee.&lt;br /&gt;6. vreau sa gatesc mai mult. sa fac torturi si prajituri.&lt;br /&gt;7. vreau sa ma distrez mai muuuuuuult. obsession party :p&lt;br /&gt;8. vreau sa fiu mai dragutza si mai sexy..pt toti :P&lt;br /&gt;9. hm..deja nu mai am dorinte?? aaa..nu..vreau sa merg la shopping la bucuresti sau in strainatate...asta nudepinde de mine..dar noah&lt;br /&gt;10. vreau sa fiu healthy. nu vreau sa zac prin spitale sau in pat. vreau sa-mi traiesc viata la maxim..cred ca defapt asta e marea mea dorinta pt anu' 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6553969695278090845?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6553969695278090845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6553969695278090845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6553969695278090845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6553969695278090845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='new years resolutions...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1859635000903349689</id><published>2006-12-27T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:49:48.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave me alone'/><title type='text'>m-am saturat de tine!</title><content type='html'>nu mai vreau sa te vad! nu te mai suport! nu-ti mai suport vocea. m-am saturat de chipul si de nepasarea ta. de 17 ani te suport si pe zi ce trece stau si ma intreb mai mult cum te-au putut suporta altii atata timp. probabil te prefaci foarte bine. si mai spui ca eu fac teatru. stii ce? m-am saturat sa mi spui ca o sa raman singura si ca nu fac nimica bine. mi-e groaza cand vad ca se apropie ora 5 si vii acasa. nu mai e o bucurie sa te vad. ma uit la alte familii, atat dragoste e  si la noi? cacat. e numai vina ta. tu strici tot. mereu mi-am zis ca defapt el e vinovatul. dar nu-i adev. cand dracu te va multumi cineva? ce naiba mai vrei de la noi? nu ti-am dat destule? nu-ti ajunge?&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma gandesc ce viata de cacat ai. nu ai facut nimic cu viata ta. nu vreau sa ajung ca tine. cu niste copii prost crescuti, cu un sot care nu te iubeste si un servici de cacat. ce mai, toti te considera o bomba sexy acolo, esti tare! asa trebuie. areti ff bine, anorexica de-a dreptul. dar ce conteaza. ma intreb de ce dracu mai traiesti pt ca vad ca nu vrei sa mai traiesti. ma uit la tine si ma intreb cum poti avea atata greata pt lume. ce a facut viata asta sa merite sa o tratezi asa???&lt;br /&gt;multi te vad perfecta. dar nu esti.nici pe apropae. te crezi la moda? afla ca nu esti. te crezi tare ca iti povestesc unele lucruri. afla ca nu esti. nu esti tare deloc. esti o ipocrita pe care incep sa nu o mai suport. poate ca maine voi regreta ca am spus asta dar azi nu mai pot. simt ca trebuie sa-ti spun asta in fatza si nu pot. de aia le spun asa. stiu ca nu le vei citi, dar nu conteaza, macar m-am descarcat. am sa ma schimb. ai sa vezi. nu ai sa ma mai recunosti si atunci o sa ti para rau de ceea ce ai pierdut. sa stii. promit ca o sa te fac sa vezi ce bune eram inainte. nici macar nu vei mai stii ce gandesc. dami bani si lasa-ma in pace. &lt;br /&gt;dute si vezi-ti e treaba ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1859635000903349689?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1859635000903349689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1859635000903349689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1859635000903349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1859635000903349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/m-am-saturat-de-tine.html' title='m-am saturat de tine!'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-1836742466550555629</id><published>2006-12-26T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:24:57.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet there is hope'/><title type='text'>acuma ce fac?</title><content type='html'>ziua de azi a fost perfecta...doamne cat am asteptat asa o zi. stiam eu ca nu-s proasta ca ma tot tineam  capul lui.;)) asa de tare m-a surprins. m-a luat de mana cand vorbea cu prietenii lui. jur ca s-a schimbat. daca mi se pare numa?&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa fie pesisimita. vreau sa ne simtim bine. vreau sa ne pupam sub vasc. vreau sa tina cat mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;sunt confuza...ii zambesc si ma intreb ce vrea. nu vreau sa merg mai departe. suntem ceea ce suntem. totul se poate interpreta si e mai bine asa.e mai bine sa ramana asa. dar totusi...si el rade nu numai eu si asta ma face sa ma pierd. cui sa-i zic? lor le-am zis si au zis ca e o prostie. poate e. defapt sigur e. defapt nu conteaza, sunt fericita. pentru moment si asta conteaza. &lt;br /&gt;revelionul va fi ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;ea nu va fi acolo.&lt;br /&gt;al doilea an consecutiv. &lt;br /&gt;asta ma doare. dar va fi el.&lt;br /&gt;el va fi acolo si ma va tine in brate si imi va zambi.&lt;br /&gt;sunt o toanta. &lt;br /&gt;mereu m-a iubit. &lt;br /&gt;cum am putut sa nu-mi mai doresc asta? &lt;br /&gt;poate pentru ca totul are un sf....ma intreb care va fi sf nostru....nu vreau sa fie alta fata. ma obsedeaza ideea !!!!! nush de ce, el niciodata nu a dat vreun semn ca s-ar uita la alta sau asa ceva. o prietena mi-a spus ca mereu ne temem de ce ar putea face altii..dar defapt ne temem pt ca noi asa am face in locul lor si ne e frica sa nu faca la fel....asa as face? ma gandesc la altcineva..nu...nu se poate. nu vreau. pentru mine doar el e soarele . iar altii doar nori. si indiferent cata ploaie e, mereu apare soarele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-1836742466550555629?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1836742466550555629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=1836742466550555629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1836742466550555629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/1836742466550555629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/acuma-ce-fac.html' title='acuma ce fac?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5987006065686029108</id><published>2006-12-26T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:55:48.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet there is hope'/><title type='text'>ho!ho!ho! boy, where did you come from?</title><content type='html'>de ce iubim doar barbatii prosti? de ce atunci cand avem langa noi un tip care ar face orice pt noi nu ne pasa, dar cand dam de cineva care nu da doi bani pe noi devenim super indragostite? ignoranta asta e foarte atragatoare...zau.M-am saturat sa vad cum atunci cand vine un tip "rau" toate "limbim". nu e corect. nu e corect fata de restul, nu e corect fata de noi. Oare asa fac si ei? mi-e mila de cineva care a patit ceva f urat din cauza unui tip. un cretin. ma uit si ma gandesc oare asa face si el? asa de naiva sunt si eu? &lt;br /&gt;El sigur asa face...la noi mereu a fost asa. unul il domina pe altu. fain, nu? acuma sper ca intr-un final lucrurile se vor schimba. fetele sunt atat de toante. mereu iertam tot si mereu iubim mai mult decat trebuie.bine "tot" nu e chiar tot, dar noi suntem altfel decat baietii.pretuim lucrurile marunte iar ei oricat de destepti ar fi nu-si dau seama ca uneroi un simplu zambet ne poate face fericite sau un gand bun..o floricica mica sau un mesaj dragutz. &lt;br /&gt;m-am schimbat. simt asta. Nush cum sau de ce, dar ma vad altel. ma vad mai puternica si mai matura. azi mi-am luat o pereche de chiloti de dantela. f secsy. Ma face sa ma simt bine dc stiu ca sunt secsy, chiar daca uneori, Lui nu-i pasa cum arat. dar in fond, nu e numai el pe lume, nu? pe langa asta, m-am tuns si noul look e asa de...fain . imi place. sper sa le placa si la restu. am cateva persona care daca imi vor spune..te-ai tuns? iti sta bine....imi vor indulci ziua. asa ca nu pot decat sa astept sa ma vad cu acele persoane si sa ma rog ca vor observa..de fapt...sigur observa, mereu observa si asta ma face atat de confuza...e ceea ce cred sau pur si simplu ne intelegem bine? dar nu asta ma framanta acuma. aceste lucruri sunt atat de marunte incat nu le dedic mai multe de cateva minute dintr-o zi. Lui ii dedic in schimb ore si ma bucur. vreau sa il ajut si sa il sustin. vreau sa fie bine. va fi bine. &lt;br /&gt;craciunul e atat de aproape iar eu abia astept sa vina colegii sa vada casa noua. o sa le placa? o sa fie dezamagiti ca nu e asa cum am laudat-o sau o sa fie chiar pe gustul lor. nu prea conteaza dar eu as vrea sa fie ceeeel mai frumos ap dintre toate. macar bradul sa fie cel mai fain. sunt atat de laudaroasa...ce sa fac, pur si simplu nu ma pot abtine. dar acuma, cand am intrat intr-o noua era "sunt mai matura" multe lucruri se vor schimba in viata mea..ma refer la modul in care imi controlez corpul si reactiile. sunt o perfectionista si am de gand ca toata lumea sa stie asta. &lt;br /&gt;pe langa asta...sufletelul meu e mai bine...se vindeca si vreau sa-i multumesc Lui...:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5987006065686029108?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5987006065686029108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5987006065686029108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5987006065686029108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5987006065686029108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/hohoho-boy-where-did-you-come-from.html' title='ho!ho!ho! boy, where did you come from?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-2631167579521079992</id><published>2006-12-14T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:17:33.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>a new day</title><content type='html'>azi am luat-o de la inceput. sunt sigura de asta. m-am simtit pentru prima data bine din ultimele cateva saptamani, am simit ca nepasarea lui nu ma mai afecteaza pt ca nu sunt singura. la altcineva ii pasa de mine. cand am vazut ca in sfarsit ceva mi-a iesit bine inima a inceput sa-mi bata din nou. sunt buna , ce mai ? :P&lt;br /&gt;in plus azi ma mut. cu sau fara el tot ma voi muta. am rugat pe altcineva sa ma ajute si ma va ajuta. sper. daca nu, voi reusi singura pentru ca nu am nevoie de el. mi-ar fi placut sa ma sune si sa ma alinte sau sa vina sa ma ajute dar daca nu se poate, nu se poate. poti sa pleci, nu am sa te oblig sa stai, poti sa nu ma mai iubesti, nu am de gand sa te implor sa vii la mine, poti sa mergi la meci, eu am meciul meu de jucat, impotriva inimii mele si sper ca voi castiga. din nefericire viitorul nu e tocmai roz. astept sa vina craciunul. de ce? pentru ca imi place craciunul. fara cadouri. nu cumpar pentru nimeni nimic. nici macar pentru el. consider ca eu sunt singurul cadou pe care il pot da si din moment ce il refuza, ce pot sa mai zic? am sa-i iau altcuiva cadou. mi-am promis, dar nu stiu ce. nu as vrea ca eu sa-i dau si sa nu-mi dea inapoi. m-as simti prost. trebuie sa testez terenul =))&lt;br /&gt;pana maine toate bune si frumoase. adevarul e ca sufar. am fost azi si m-am plans. ea m-a ascultat si mi-a dat dreptate. "pt toate ar timp dar pt tine nu..." m-a durut cand a zis asta. stiam ca asta e adevarat dar nu vreau sa fie. nu mai depinde de mine. inca nu e prea tarziu sa ma sune. daca m-ar suna, l-as ierta. sa ma sune sa -mi zica " te iubesc, gata cu prostiile astea, vreau sa-mi petrec sarbatorile alaturi de tine si de aceea nu vreau sa ne mai certam. in plus, vreau sa vin sa te ajut, asa ca sa nu pleci azi nicaieri ca la 7 vin la tine"...dar nu suna. nu va suna. nu credeam ca va merge dar a mers. acuma voi merge si eu. nu stiu ce vrea de la mine. am de gand sa il las in pace.. dar e asa de greu pt ca e asa de dragutz si il iubesc. uneori as vrea sa pot sa-i sar in brate. dar, daca ii sar in brate se va uita urat si va spune ....suntem in public sau ...nu acuma. asa ca, ma multumesc cu gandul. ma tem ca pana cand se va hotara el ce vrea va fi prea tarziu. te rog, suna si cere-ti scuze! atat trebuie sa faci . si nu o faci. atunci las-o balta pentru ca eu nu mai sunt cine am fost. du-te iubire, ele vor fi alaturi de tine si gata sa te futa mereu dar eu nu voi mai fi. oricum nu mai conteaza.  cred ca deja ai hotarat.&lt;br /&gt;mutatul asta imi inspira teama. cui sa-i zic? mie. doar eu stiu ce vreau si ce simt. trebuie sa inchei deoarece cineva ma intreaba ce fac. am chef de povesti asa ca voi povesti mult si bine. macar asta ma face sa uit si sa ma simt bine...sa stiu ca ii pasa la cineva :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-2631167579521079992?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2631167579521079992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=2631167579521079992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2631167579521079992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/2631167579521079992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-day.html' title='a new day'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5299516374085973780</id><published>2006-12-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:01:07.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>de cE?</title><content type='html'>as vrea sa pot sa stiu tot. tot ce gandesti, tot ce vrei. dar nu pot. stau si ma plang...cui? mie. nu e nimeni care sa ma intrebe de ce plang sau sa-mi stearga lacrimile. de ce? pt ca a plecat. s-a dus si nu cred ca se va mai intoarce. as vrea sa se intoarca, sa fie asa cum era dar nu se poate. il iubesc, si ce folos? m-am saturat sa fiu asa trista dar parca altcineva nu ma poate face fericita. doar el. care EL?? nu mai e nici un el...s-a dus. inchide ochii si treci mai departe. fa un pas mare si zambeste. toti vor sa vada un zambet, nu o fata trista si plangacioasa care cerseste atentie. nu vreau sa mai fiu slaba. de ce sunt slaba? sunt sufocanta? probabil...de ce? nu stiu. poate ca m-am atasat prea tare de ceva si asa e stilul meu "ca un copil mic si prostut" sa-si apere teritoriul. asa sunt eu. dar el mai vrea pe cineva ca mine? la inceput eram perfecta acuma sunt enervanta. nu-l mai sun. nu-l mai stresez. trec peste. cum? nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;schimb subiectul&lt;br /&gt;cu ce? ziua de azi nu e gata si pana acuma rezultatele "foarte bune" obtinute la invatatura nu sunt incurajatoare. pe maine am mult de lucru, dar ma simt asa o ratata.nu am chef sa ma apuc de nimic. mi-e frica. chestia asta cu el ma afecteaza mai mult decat ar trebui. daca nu ma mai iubeste? eu stiu ca ma mai iubeste dar parca nu mai e bucuros sa ma vada. cui ii pasa? oricum nu ne prea vedem asa ca...si nu ne vom mai vedea.&lt;br /&gt;prietenii lui sunt rai si egoisti. se poarta urat cu mine. incepe sa nu-mi mai pese. oricum sunt niste ingamfati care se cred perfecti. dar el nu e asa...sau nu era. am aflat ce a facut si cum s-a purtat cu cineva(un asa zis prieten)...am ramas muta. iubitul meu sa faca asa ceva??? dar el nu e asa.... nu il cunosc aproape deloc si el ma cunoaste prea multsi prea bine. stie cand sufar. e bine sa stie? nu..toata lumea zice ca nu dar nu ma pot abtine. sunt atat de usor de citit mai ales din partea cuiva pe care il las sa ma citeasca.&lt;br /&gt;din orice imi vine sa plang. ieri la repetitii mi-am uitat rolul. imi venea sa plang de rusine. abia m-am abtinut. proful si-a dat seama ca ceva nu e in regula si ma tot intreba ce am patit,dar m-am chinuit sa nu plang.apoi nu am mai povestit la nimeni ce am patit. azi iarasi cand vorbeam cu cineva despre mine si ii povesteam ceva, imi venea sa plang. cum sa plang eu in fata unui strain?  de ce vroiam sa plang? nu stiu...poate ca s-au adunat prea multe fustrari de care trebuie sa scap. am nevoie de o vacanta. singura sau nu, am sa mi-o iau. de ce???pentru ca merit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5299516374085973780?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5299516374085973780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5299516374085973780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5299516374085973780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5299516374085973780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-ce.html' title='de cE?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8158471119502100258</id><published>2006-12-11T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:04:58.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maine</title><content type='html'>sunt prea obosita sa mai zic ceva.&lt;br /&gt;astept ziua de maine cu nerabdare pt ca azi cineva mi-a promis ceva.&lt;br /&gt; Am incredere in el si ca totul va fi bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8158471119502100258?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8158471119502100258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8158471119502100258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8158471119502100258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8158471119502100258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/maine.html' title='maine'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-5761327607638914107</id><published>2006-12-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:36:08.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good night and good luck</title><content type='html'>nici nu stiu ce as mai putea spune pt ca orice as spune mi-ar veni sa plang. Sunt trista si din nefericire am impresia ca tristetea asta tot avanseaza, devine cronica de-adreptul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; te rog, salveaza-ma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-5761327607638914107?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5761327607638914107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=5761327607638914107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5761327607638914107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/5761327607638914107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-night-and-good-luck.html' title='good night and good luck'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-3793835150233152669</id><published>2006-12-10T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T05:48:52.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends forever?</title><content type='html'>m-am saturat sa ii mai suport pe toti prostii. Sa fii amenintat ca vei ramane singura toata viata ar trebuie sa te sperie. dar pe mine nici macar nu ma afecteaza. De unde sa stie acea persoana daca eu voi fi singura sau nu. Prietenii vin si pleaca. rar intalnesti prietenii adevarate. Ma simt uneori asa o prietena rea... Adevarul e ca doar fara ea nu as putea trai, my best friend. In rest, totul e relativ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara el am mai trait si voi mai trai. poate voi fi mai trista sau ma singura dar voi gasi pe altcineva. Dar unde sa-ti cauti un best friend? pe ce criteriu pot hotara daca el sau ea poate deveni un best friend? de cateva saptamani incerc sa ma apropriu de cineva nou dar nu prea reusesc. Ma tem ca poate acea persona nu doreste ca noi sa fim prieteni si asta ma intristeaza.  Sa cauti un prieten nou nu e intotdeauna cea mai buna opitune. Si totusi, prietenii din copilarie sunt cei care ne sunt predestinati sa ne fie alaturi mereu? daca nu, poti avea pe cineva de sex opus best friend? eu zic ca nu. oricat am incerc atractia aceea apare cu timpul si apoi fara sa stiti o sa va placeti. iar despre iubit, acesta nu-ti poate fi best friend. el e un alt capitol din viata ta: vine pe nepregatie, te enerveaza, te dispera , te uimeste si te vrajeste in acelasi timp, iar apoi dispare tot asa de repede cum a venit. Nici macar o relatie stabila nu-ti acorda siguranta. Dar cum sa-i impartasesti iubitului tau tot ce ai tu in gand? (ce pereche dragutza de pantofi ai vazut sau ce tip fain ti-a zambit azi...) nu merge. In plus, atunci cand te bazezi pe el mai mult, te pomenesti ca s-a saturat de tine si te povestile tale si te lasa cu ochii in soare. ironic nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat ne chinuim sa ne apropiem mai tare de cineva cu atat el/ea se sperie mai tare de noi. Care e secretul? sa ii eviti si sa astepti sa vina ei la tine?...Dar atunci risti sa ramai singura. Eu nu vreau sa fiu singura dar poate exact dorinta asta disperata de a fi mereu in centrula atentiei ma va duce la singuratate... cer prea mult sau ei sunt prea prosti sa ma inteleaga??? nici ea si nici el nu mai reusesc sa ma inteleaga lately. si asta nu poate inseamna decat un singur lucru...ori eu, ori ei. (prefer sa stiu ca ei..sau macar sa traiesc cu impresia ca ei sunt de vina...asta ma face sa ma simt perfecta, si imi place, pt ca sunt intr-o oarecare masura. nu mai e nimeni ca mine!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-3793835150233152669?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3793835150233152669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=3793835150233152669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3793835150233152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/3793835150233152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-friends-forever.html' title='best friends forever?'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-9210953224810945484</id><published>2006-12-09T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:17:07.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuare</title><content type='html'>ziua de azi a fost una de cacat.  nici nu are rost sa mai comentez. merg la culcare sperand ca maine ne vom vedea si vom fi fericiti. ce bine e sa ai pe cineva care te iubeste si care sa-ti fie alaturi. Sper doar ca nu e o iluzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-9210953224810945484?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/9210953224810945484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=9210953224810945484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9210953224810945484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/9210953224810945484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/continuare.html' title='continuare'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-8605250466269707207</id><published>2006-12-09T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:56:43.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speranta..</title><content type='html'>dimineata e o parte a zilei care imi place. Ziua de azi incepe bine.&lt;br /&gt;Sa speram ca se va termina cu bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma intreb d c ma obsedeaza grija asta pentru ca totul sa fie bine. Am impresia ca sunt asa de usor de citit. Dupa ce am petrecut cateva ore alaturi de cineva, ma intreaba : "iti place sa faci pe sefa?". Oare ce m-a tradat? Ce ne tradeaza? Obsesiile noastre? Zambetul fals sau pur si simplu modul in care ne comportam? Da, imi place sa fac pe sefa si imi place ca totul sa iasa perfect, din prima. Chiar daca uneori nu se poate. In plus, imi place ca lumea sa ma vada asa cum nu sunt. De ce? Nu stiu. Imi place sa fiu altcineva, poate pentru ca mi-e frica de ce ar putea spune ceilalti daca ar stii cu adevarat ce gandesc. E bine sa ne ascundem in spatele unei masti? Cu siguranta nu dar macar ne da impresia de siguranta pentru putin timp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-8605250466269707207?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605250466269707207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=8605250466269707207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8605250466269707207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/8605250466269707207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/speranta.html' title='speranta..'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-6970607147083135585</id><published>2006-12-08T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T04:28:46.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o zi normala...</title><content type='html'>ziua de azi a fost o zi normala...pentru unii poate, dar pentru mine nici o zi nu e normala. Nu imi place cuvantul normal si evit sa il folosesc. Ziua poate fi rea sau buna. Deci, in concluzie, ziua de azi a fost cat se poate de rea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu atat de mine sentimentul acela de dezamagire incat m-am saturat sa mai sper la ceva...Stai si astepti cu sufletul la gura sa iasa ceva si apoi cand vezi nepasarea altora totul se naruie in jurul tau. Eu, cel putin, asa sunt. Uneori simt ca nu mai pot. Vreau prea multe de la mine si de la altii. Ma uit la alti prieteni si cunoscuti, nu au nici o treaba. Eu in schimb, mereu vreau sa am ceva de facut? De ce? nici eu nu stiu dar in acest moment simt ca incerc sa fac prea multe si din spate simt cum ma alearga esecul. Nu vreau sa nu resusesc dar uneori trebuie sa alegi. Nu vreau sa aleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe alegeri. Totul imi place si in unele momente ma simt atat de puternica incat am impresia ca le pot face pe toate. Se poate, dar nu azi...Azi totul a decurs si va decurge rau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-6970607147083135585?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6970607147083135585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=6970607147083135585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6970607147083135585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/6970607147083135585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-zi-normala.html' title='o zi normala...'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513013990481118701.post-7555154115742301409</id><published>2006-12-07T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:43:37.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>geneza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;si asa incepe totul...stau si ma plictisesc si zic hai sa fac ceva util! un blog...cum suna? ciudat :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pana cand intru pe site si imi dau seama ca asta e salvarea mea. E o ocazie perfecta sa spun tot ce gandesc , ce simt, ce cred fara ca sa ma judece cineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce azi? nu stiu...dar sper ca nu va ultima zi. Ziua de azi a fost o zi placuta. Putina placuta din ultimele din viata mea. Multi cred ca atunci cand ai un prieten, bani, familie esti fericit...dar nu e asa. Mereu caut sa fiu nefericita desi am o groaza de motive sa fiu fericita.  Ca iubitul nu mi-e alaturi? Daca stau si ma gandesc mai bine niciodata nu mi-a fost... Ca nu am bani sa-mi cumpar a 5-a pereche de cizme? ...asta chiar e trist .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar azi am stat impreuna cu el. Am fost la el acasa si am povestit. Ne-am pupat, totul a fost perfect. Pana cand mi-a spus ca trebuie sa plec, vroia sa invete.  Plecarea asta m-a facut sa ma simt folosita. De ce sa plec eu si nu el? Era casa lui desigur, dar sa plec??? Nici macar nu m-a condus pana la lift. Ce poti sa mai ceri unui asa om? Putine clipe de placere? alea vin si trec...si eu tot singura raman. Apoi iti spune te iubesc... Diseara ma va suna si va fi fericit. Ziua de azi a fost perfecta pentru el. si pentru mine? mai conteaza...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513013990481118701-7555154115742301409?l=lumearxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7555154115742301409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513013990481118701&amp;postID=7555154115742301409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7555154115742301409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513013990481118701/posts/default/7555154115742301409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumearxy.blogspot.com/2006/12/geneza.html' title='geneza'/><author><name>rose@rxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17582123631361454744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
