<?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-5317337667336897853</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:48:30.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stii foarte bine ca sunt singura care conteaza.!</title><subtitle type='html'>with no love in our souls and no money in our coats i can say i am satisfied!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-3206292001949089707</id><published>2009-10-20T12:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:07:48.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud of MYSELF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vezi?! Vezi ? Uite unde s-ar putea ajunge. Sa se schimbe rolurile, sa ajung eu cea care sa caute si tu sa dispari pt ca asa faci mereu. Ma cauti, nu ma las gasita, renunti, vin dupa tine, fugi, te reintorci pt ca nu poti traii fara mine. Si o luam de la capat, cercul sa nu termina iar telefoane peste telefoane noapte de noapte, niciodata zi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Credeam ca pot sa o fac dar NU. Sunt atat de mandra ca am reusit sa fac eu ceea ce detestam la voi. Uite cum sta treaba: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nu am limite, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aveti, eu va critic pt ca va opriti atunci cand mai e atat putin pana la orgasmul mental, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nu te-ai opri din nici un pdvd, daca as incepe sa vorbesc despre tine nici macar EU nu as puea sa te fac sa pari real, asa cum mi-ai spus si tu "Te-am vazut, stiu ca esti adevarata, nu e ca si cum ai fi doar un vis." , &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am inceput sa deviam , cel putin eu simt cum imi scapa de sub control, i get out of my mind, it's out of control, pierd situatia, imi scapa principalul, e ceata, e mai mult decat anarhie. Asa ca am decis. EU voi pune limita, nu vreau sa ajung eu sa nu ma mai descurc cu situatia asta. In mod normal as spune &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce daca you're loosing control? atata tmp cat e bine e BINE de ce dracului sa vrei sa schimbi cand noua ne e atat de BINE repet BINE asa?!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dar cum sa fac asta? cum cu tine? nu pot sa risc nu vreau sa risc. si sincer dar SINCER asa e inrozitor. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fac ceea ce trebuie nu ceea ce vreau. Fac ceea ce trebuie nu
ceea ce ne face noua bine.Fac ceea ce trebuie nu ceea ce este simplu, e chiar damn hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poate ca gresesc ne spunandu-ti in fata dar nu pot, o sa vezi, nu o sa te las niciodata dar nu ma pot apropia mai mult. Nu trece zi in care sa nu ma gandesc la tine. Tocmai de-asta am vrut sa ma explic, nu pot sa patesc EU asta. O sa am grija sa iasa perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Je t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-3206292001949089707?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/3206292001949089707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-proud-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3206292001949089707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3206292001949089707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-proud-of-myself.html' title='I am proud of MYSELF.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-8837691152134308596</id><published>2009-10-11T14:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:18:10.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, do i know you?</title><content type='html'>Oare mai stii cum a fost primul inceput, primul vis pierdut? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai fost singura persoana cu care am avut rabdare, singurul human being care a avut onoarea de a invata de la MINE lucrurile alea. Dar sa stii ca nu imi mai pasa de mult timp. Te las sa crezi ca imi e greu dar de fapt nu mai existi de mult. Nu trece zi in care sa nu ma gandesc la el si nu la tine, voi nu sunteti importanti. Nu incerca sa-mi spui ca te doare, ca iti pare rau, ca nu am dreptate. Sunt sincera pt o perioada sunt sincera dar la final, si nu-mi mai pasa cum ai ajuns, cand o s ate sinucizi, cui o sa ii spui ce sacrificii ai facut pt MINE. Clar de astazi esti un ratat. Adapteaza-te! Trezeste-te! Nu o sa imi schimb eu viata pt tine. Nu ai loc, intelegi? Esti posesiv si enervant asa ca PA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Am stiut vreodata ceva despre tine? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: De fiecare data cand am conferinte de presa te citez, anonimule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-8837691152134308596?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/8837691152134308596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-do-i-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/8837691152134308596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/8837691152134308596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-do-i-know-you.html' title='Hello, do i know you?'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-4818741341057877094</id><published>2009-09-23T19:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:36:27.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised that</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NU vreau sa te mai vad, nu vreau sa iti mai vorbesc, nu vreau sa te mai ascult atata timp cat continui sa joci teatru ieftin. Nici macar teatru. E film. Si ceea ce tu nu stii este ca eL , da eL! este foarte in domeniu si imi va spune cat de prost esti. Brad Pitt brunet! MRRRRRR. ok? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de ce nu intelegeti ca VOI inseamna mai mult de unu' ?! the one? NEVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;merci . merci merci merci forever and ever babe, da? :) nu ma cunosti dar stii cine sunt. atunci cand vrei tu. daca te-ai intors la "magar-fierastrau" si te-ai gandit la mine e bine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPER! sa citesti asta si sa realizezi si tu ca nu insemni nimic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 for Mr. Super Spagetti &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-4818741341057877094?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/4818741341057877094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realised-that.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4818741341057877094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4818741341057877094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realised-that.html' title='I realised that'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-7822539911014761531</id><published>2009-09-02T13:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:16:02.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Never comes alone.</title><content type='html'>Sa ma suni la miezul noptii sa-mi spui ca sunt cea mai frumoasa, minunata si cea mai inteligenta, cat de surprinzatoare si incantatoare sunt, ca nu poti sa nu te gandesti la asta, ca ai vrut sa ma suni de f mult dar ca nu ai vrut sa pari insinstent, sa imi pui intrebari si sa raspunzi la ale mele. de ce ai facut-o ?!

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nu stiu daca ma intelegi dar IAR o luam de la capat, de fiecare data se ridica stacheta din ce in ce mai sus. Vreti din ce in ce mai mult, contra foarte putin. Trebuie sa trag iarasi pt binele tau, al vostru! Tot ce am de data asta este "the big H" si pe cel care vrea sa-mi faca surprize noaptea sunandu-ma. "Nu vroiam sa crezi ca nu o sa te mai sun niciodata, am vrut de atata timp sa te sun dar.. nu am vrut sa par insistent pt ca eu nu pot sa nu ma gandesc la asta. TU .....?" Da, si eu. Ar trebui sa intelegi ca aia a fost bonus, cadou, howtever you want to call it! dar nu poti sa il dezlipesti de ceea ce ai cerut, eu as fi putut dar am nu am vrut. Mi-ai facut iarasi gandurile praf inainte sa apuc sa le ordonez. E ca atunci cand windows-ul iti cere sa salvezi tot sau informatia va fi pierduta. Esti un fel de mess out of control obsessed by me. Si asa va trebui ca eu ONCE AGAIN sa fac totul pt tine, sa te calmez, sa iti "cuvantul-cu-E" pe care il spui de mult prea multe ori.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Am mintit. Mint. Voi minti. Ma afecteaza doar lipsa ta de sinceritate pt ca nu stii sa o faci, eu o aplic ca pe o arta. Da, da exact, te mint frumos si tu imi multumesti pt sinceritate. Imi multumesti pt lucruri carora tu le-ai adus aportul, da, si eu am avut o parte dar majoritatea intentiei este a ta, as vrea sa-ti pot multumi dar nu o fac. Trebuie sa am grija cat te mint, nu pot sa te bag in ceata, nu vreau! Nu mai pot retrage ce am spus azinoapte asa ca voi fi atenta cum si cu cine vei veni, nu o sa ma &lt;em&gt;castigi &lt;/em&gt;niciodata stii asta!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the end i have to let it go. I won't be able to even if i must ! It will be complicated but you will never find out &lt;em&gt;this fight is mine, but the war it's all your's&lt;/em&gt;. For you, &lt;em&gt;mon cher.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Imi mai doresc un revolver de calibru 7,65.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-7822539911014761531?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/7822539911014761531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/09/sa-ma-suni-la-miezul-noptii-sa-mi-spui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/7822539911014761531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/7822539911014761531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/09/sa-ma-suni-la-miezul-noptii-sa-mi-spui.html' title='Never comes alone.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1036748718837627719</id><published>2009-08-26T13:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:38:28.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si curvele iubesc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SpUemabFyUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4Skzc1GW2Es/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374235375613364546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SpUemabFyUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4Skzc1GW2Es/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sunt atat de confuza incat refuz sa mai cred ca exista ceea ce voi numiti iubire. Toata lumea ma iubeste asa ca taci. Oricum nu stii ce sa zici. Exprima-te! Dar tu nu ai idee cum e viata mea cea adevarata, cea cu yachturi, champagne, nopti albe cubaneze, insule exotice, plaje cu nisip alb, alpinism pe tocuri, rochii infoiate, prea multe tigari fumate, poze 24/7, benzinarii pe autostrada, bagaje care nu au loc in masina etc., tu stii doar ca sunt EU si sunt mandra de asta.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;PS: Va iubesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1036748718837627719?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1036748718837627719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-curvele-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1036748718837627719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1036748718837627719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-curvele-iubesc.html' title='Si curvele iubesc.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SpUemabFyUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4Skzc1GW2Es/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-51677440258463088</id><published>2009-08-11T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:14:14.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M-am razgandit !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-51677440258463088?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/51677440258463088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-am-razgandit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/51677440258463088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/51677440258463088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-am-razgandit.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1805091126089588600</id><published>2009-08-06T17:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:29:09.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For just ten more minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As putea numi nebunie renuntarea la ASTA! in acest moment pentru.. ce?! ah, da pentru el, si acum sunt hotarata sa te calc in picioare, pentru ca doar asa vei stii cat de mult ai insemnat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S-au schimbat mult prea multe lucruri intr-o singura luna. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunt persoane care CHIAR! ma iubesc , chiar si intr-o seara la un pahar de apa cu gheata, care nu ma suna dar sunt acolo, si mai ales care mi-ar cumpara pana si un XXXX-XX-XXXXXXX pt ca sunt ingrijorati [ pentru MINE.] &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;{ Sincer am fost impresionata de toti cei care si-au facut griji si s-au alarmat pentru asta desi nu m-au lasat sa vad si care au incercat sa ma ajute. Pe de alta parte, tot sincer, am fost god-damn dezamagita de cele 2 persoane care s-au comportat asa cum stim noi impotriva a ceea ce au spus slash promis. Apreciez fiecare secunda in care am fost rasfatata si mi-au fost suportate mofturile. }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subiectul lor preferat este still R., de-aia m-am inrosit astazi cand se vorea de el, because i know something that you don't; i've done things that you won't. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGINA A DAT SAH MAT REGELUI !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1805091126089588600?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1805091126089588600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-just-ten-more-minutes.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1805091126089588600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1805091126089588600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-just-ten-more-minutes.html' title='For just ten more minutes'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1818155420574033044</id><published>2009-07-23T23:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:12:48.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Secretele mele sunt afisate peste tot.  Evident, cei care le stiu sunt suficient de prosti incat sa nu stie cum sa se foloseasca de ele si de-asta am incredere sa le spun over and over again. E ca o problemade matematica din aceea de olimpiada;ii vezi enuntul, stii ca este compus din cuvinte puse unul langa celalalt, dar nu stii ce sa faci ca sa o rezolvi, sa afli solutia; uneori dau si formulele dar nimeni nu stie sa le aplice. You can't hurt me! Exista si varianta cand un olimpic [a se citi pesroana suficient de inteligenta incat sa aibanevoie doar de formule pt a rezolva problema] aude cate un &lt;strong&gt;secret, i mean informatie &lt;/strong&gt;dar sunt prea putini pt a conta. Mai sunt persoanele care nu au voie sa stie nimic, in fata carora port masti de portelan acelea frumos pictate care par god-damn moarte, dar uneori trebuie sa ascunzi si numarul de tigari pe care le fumezi pe zi.
Stii ca berfele te tin in viata, dar cine este&lt;strong&gt; el&lt;/strong&gt; nu vei stii ever! So, abtine-te.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS : uneori &lt;strong&gt;el&lt;/strong&gt; pare atat de perfect incat am impresia ca
este Adrian sau un personaj fictiv. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS': draga X, orice s-ar intampla tu nu vei stii niciodata.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1818155420574033044?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1818155420574033044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1818155420574033044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1818155420574033044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-3034676782837943821</id><published>2009-07-16T21:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:23:31.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>He never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;
"Statea pe scaun uitandu-se la tavan si la covor alternativ. Nu vroia sa ii auda vocea pt ca o detesta pe ea si implicit tot ceea ce provine de la ea, inclusiv obsesia. O iubea pe ea mai mult decat orice. Cum ar fi putut vreodata sa o raneasca cand tot ce isi putea el dori erau acei 3 copii? Simtea, stand in liniste, lipsa celor trei copii pe care i-a visat de prima ora cand a intalnit-o pe ea; vroia sa le auda pasii fugind pe covor;  sa apara din salon cel mai mic dintre ei plangand si sa o traga pe ea de mana spunand "mami, mi-e sete!". Nu avea curaj sa o priveasca in ochi, dar ii privea rochia alba semi-transparenta incercand sa o atinga cu rasuflarea; nu putea. Radea. Radea cand isi amintea cat de bine le era la inceput, cat de mult a tinut-o de mana, cat de tare il durea atunci cand ea isi strangea lucrurile de pe masa si cat de tare si-au dorit amandoi acei copii. Vru sa o priveasca adunandu-si bucatile de realitate de pe jos dar se simti prea vulnerabil pentru se intoarce spre ea. Auzi usa trantindu-se."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-3034676782837943821?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/3034676782837943821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-never-could-get-drunk-enough-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3034676782837943821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3034676782837943821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-never-could-get-drunk-enough-to-get.html' title='He never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-3459949204077056611</id><published>2009-07-14T20:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:31:57.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Statea culcata pe canapea, cu fata la peretele stang al camerei fredonand aceiasi melodie pe care o repeta de cativa ani. Nu fuma. Radea fara a il lasa pe el sa vada, lui nu ii placea cand ea rade sau plange, lui nu ii place ea. Pe perete ea parea ca vede cuvintele lui cu mult timp in urma cand ii dovedise in mod inconstient cat de mult tinea la ea, se uita insistent, de parca ar fi uitat daca folosise vre-o virgula in intonatie, dar stia ca nu pentru ca vocea lui era mai puternica decat zgomotul paharelor frecate de stanca si mai regulat decat rasfoitul paginilor unei carti fascinante. Ar fi vrut sa il mai auda o data si sa ii simta privirea pe corpul ei semi-mort, dar nu simtea nimic altceva decat inconstiento-agonia usuala, isi ridica capul de pe bratul canapelei si il privi. El stand pe scaun cu spatele la ea si cu privirea spre tavan era cea mai abstracta pictura existenta, si cea mai dureroasa in acelasi timp. Realiza ca nu mai trebuie sa scoata nici un sunet. Isi aduna bucatile de realitate de pe parchet si tranti usa dupa ea. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-3459949204077056611?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/3459949204077056611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-she-never-could-get-drunk-enough-to.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3459949204077056611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3459949204077056611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-she-never-could-get-drunk-enough-to.html' title='But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1059591896498099041</id><published>2009-07-14T18:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:18:55.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dacă eram o lună, aş fi fost Decembrie.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii, aş fi fost Vineri. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost de la inceput pana la 4:59 pm. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost o pisica de mare.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost la stanga
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o virtute, as fi fost puterea.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o personalitate istorică, aş fi fost Cleopatra.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o planetă, aş fi fost Venus.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost Champagne.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o piatră, aş fi fost un diamant.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost pheonix.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost menta.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost ger.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un instrument musical, aş fi fost o vioara.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dacă eram o emoţie aş fi fost exuberanta.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost un tipat.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un element, aş fi fost vant.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un cântec, aş fi fost Whiskey lullaby.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost Saw.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost De ce fierbe copilul in mamaliga.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un personaj de ficţiune, aş fi fost Miranda Priestly .
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un fel de mâncare, aş fi fost Soufflé au fromage.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un oraş, aş fi fost Moskova.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost cel mai dulce posibil.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o aromă, aş fi fost de brad.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost fushia.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un material, aş fi fost catifea.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost sublim.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost sfarcuri.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o expresie a feţei aş fi fost "mai spune".
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o materie de şcoală, aş fi fost Chimia.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram un personaj de desene animate, aş fi fost Blossom.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost un patrat.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Dacă eram un număr, aş fi fost multimea vida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunat egoista. Nu o dau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1059591896498099041?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1059591896498099041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/daca-eram-o-luna-as-fi-fost-decembrie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1059591896498099041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1059591896498099041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/daca-eram-o-luna-as-fi-fost-decembrie.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-4044266751582570135</id><published>2009-07-09T19:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:40:03.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai ca sigur stii despre ce vorbesc. Despre genul de persoane care ma fac sa spun "just pour se faire plaisir".
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: Tell me one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H: You first!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: I asked first&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H: ladies first!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: No, i insist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Uite! Acolo sta matza mea !" O sa repet asta pana va intra bine in cap cine este .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-4044266751582570135?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/4044266751582570135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/hai-ca-sigur-stii-despre-ce-vorbesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4044266751582570135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4044266751582570135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/hai-ca-sigur-stii-despre-ce-vorbesc.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-327955732915293014</id><published>2009-07-08T21:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:15:45.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evident, am fost dezamagita. Evident, imi venea sa "il/o" strang de gat! [asta ca sa nu se stie totusi despre cine vorbesc.] Evident, am vrut sa ii spun ca nu stie nimic si ca a avut doar un pic mai mult ghinion sa stie ceea ce stie, adica nimic, dar totusi un nimic despre X.Evident, credeam ca nu am sa vorbesc niciodata cu o asemenea persoana. Evident, as fi vrut sa nu iti aflu vreodata secretele draga X, dar a fost o miscare prea proasta din partea ta. Stiai ca jucam sah.
Evident, zilele mele &lt;strong&gt;acolo&lt;/strong&gt; [a se citi cel mai frumos loc in care m-as fi putut afla si in care as fi vrut sa-mi mut bagajelul] sunt numarate. Intr-un mod absurd credeam ca nu sunt doar o alta actrita in piesa asta de trei euro si saptezecisicinci de centimi, dar evident, m-am inselat. Toate secretele noastre vor iesi la suprafata, vor da pe afara, vor lua foc, se vor stinge cu un pahar de vodka buna, vor fi scrise si niciodata uitate. Evident, sunt lucruri prea importante pe care as fi vrut sa le stiu de la tine draga X, dar . Evident, ar fi trebuit sa am incredere in tine si sa nu te contrazic. BUT I CAN'T! YOU MAKE ME SHUT UP. Evident, am un bilet de avion retour spre Franta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-327955732915293014?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/327955732915293014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/evident-am-fost-dezamagita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/327955732915293014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/327955732915293014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/evident-am-fost-dezamagita.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1256489785566130152</id><published>2009-07-08T18:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:31:29.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spune-mi oare mai stii cum a fost primul inceput, primul vis pierdut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Sugar spuse:  &lt;em&gt;eu, pisica si cu tine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pisica eram eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Nici nu mai pot fi pisica in fata ta.
"Nu am nevoie de ea! Pot sa ma descurc si fara!" evident.
Incearca numai.
I do! i do! i do believe in fairies! I do, i do.



RIP darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1256489785566130152?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1256489785566130152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/spune-mi-oare-mai-stii-cum-fost-primul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1256489785566130152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1256489785566130152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/07/spune-mi-oare-mai-stii-cum-fost-primul.html' title='Spune-mi oare mai stii cum a fost primul inceput, primul vis pierdut?'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-5013926788152923074</id><published>2009-06-19T10:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:33:02.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>R</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ce se intampla in Mexico ramane in Mexico
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ce se intampla in Mexico
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Nu
stiu, ce se intampla in Mexico ramane in Mexico deaia trebuie sa mergem in
Mexico !
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
EU zic "ce se intampla in Franta ramane in Franta!". Promit, serios ca promit sa NU ma mai gandesc la R. asa, sa schimb subiectul, sa vorbesc despre vreme si despre cat de frumos este la munte sau orice alte banalitati, pt unicul motiv : NU POT SA FAC NIMIC. Nu pot sa rezolv asta si oricum este prea grav ca sa o rezolv singura, stiu stiu NOT dar ziceam si eu. SO, subiectul R. este inchis , o singura persoana are dreptul sa vada dosarul lui , in Franta va fi imposibil de discutat sau dezbatut.
Si acesta este primul si ultimul articol despre el. i wanna kiss you but if i'll do then i migt miss you, babe. i miss you. dar eu plec si tu ramai ca de obicei numai EU plec. intotdeauna EU am plecat.
&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M. &lt;3&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-5013926788152923074?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/5013926788152923074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/r.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5013926788152923074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5013926788152923074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/r.html' title='R'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1591012503085951172</id><published>2009-06-18T00:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:21:08.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tu esti-voi sunteti</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; atat de plictisitor cand vorbesti despre ea incercand sa "NU" ma faci geloasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naiv cand iti imaginezi ca am sa te mai cred vreodata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupizi cand imi aratati poze de pe google spunand "nui asa ca-i cuteee?", de acum in colo o sa va spun ca nu, nu este cute, pt ca sunt doar poze EU macar am o intreaga tragedie ne-photographiata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ratat(i).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ratat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barfitori si invidiosi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;copii/paste-uri, serios acum de cate ori imi voi mai gasii frazele pe site-urile voastre?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ratat cand incerci sa ma impresionezi, te-am vazut fucked by a 15 teenager!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coca cola addicted !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mediocrii si not special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;treziti-va! calmeaza-te! nu este show-ul tau!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1591012503085951172?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1591012503085951172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-esti-voi-sunteti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1591012503085951172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1591012503085951172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-esti-voi-sunteti.html' title='tu esti-voi sunteti'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1725299260674966776</id><published>2009-06-17T00:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:01:39.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss, baby, kiss bang, baby bang, suck, baby suck.</title><content type='html'>Poate ar trebuii pur si simplu sa imi scot asta din cap, sa uit cine a castigat si ca pokerul este facut pt a se juca doar pe bani.
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nu vreau sa stii vreodata, dar veai afla mai devreme sau mai tarziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ar trebuii sa ma culc si sa nu ma mai gandesc, se vor intampla pt ca this is not a show , this in my life [way better.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1725299260674966776?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1725299260674966776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-baby-kiss-bang-baby-bang-suck-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1725299260674966776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1725299260674966776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-baby-kiss-bang-baby-bang-suck-baby.html' title='Kiss, baby, kiss bang, baby bang, suck, baby suck.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-3988751124713771487</id><published>2009-06-08T18:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:58:08.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am fost intrebata de ce nu fac o conferinta. WTF :))) urasc sa vorbesc in fata unui grup  mai mare de 20~30 de persoane . [a se citi punct] ah, in cazul in care se intreaba cineva care e subiectul despre care se presupune ca ar trebuii EU sa vorbesc este si ramane IN LICEU. Din ce in ce mai bizarre tranzactii &amp;amp; co. in Ly.A.C. dar as usual, cand devine interesant se termina. P.G. Nu m-am simtit deloc boboaca, asa ca nu am de ce sa va vorbesc despre voi, sau sa scriu articole pt site-urile voastre, scuze tipului amabil care ma rugat &lt;strong&gt;frumos&lt;/strong&gt; sai scriu un articol, dar nu. :)
&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Multumesc, multumesc pentru ceea ce sa intamplat azi, sincer, a fost cel mai frumos lucru pe care il doaream si CHIAR ma bucur, m-am simtit foarte flatata si recunoscatoare. [da am dat niste lacrimi si NU au fost pt exagerarea situatiei deja imensa.]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know if I can yell any louder. Babe imbecil! nu am sa te iert niciodata [evident exista o exceptie] pentru ASTA esti singurul care stie ce AI FACUT, deci asta nu o sa spun nimanui, o sa te descurci singur sa o rezolvi so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;simte-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca nu am gasit o varianta d) si a) pare din ce in ce mai imposibila si dezgustatoare, b) este TOTAL proasta si gresita pt ca X-ulescu [simte-te!] a facut ceea ce a FACUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

PS: Ax., V., A. &amp;amp; the others, still love you guys. &lt;3






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xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-3988751124713771487?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/3988751124713771487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-fost-intrebata-de-ce-nu-fac-o.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3988751124713771487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3988751124713771487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-fost-intrebata-de-ce-nu-fac-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-7140217264116713868</id><published>2009-06-07T14:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:39:24.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>H. &amp; gossip</title><content type='html'>Este atat de greu sa fac EU totul, abia acum intelec faza aia cu "ce greu este sa fiu eu".
In fiecare dimineata parca sunt la o receptie prost organizata: nu pot vorbii cu X si cu Y pt ca nu se suporta, dar nici A nu il place pe B, bine ca C vorbeste cu A dar C nu poate sa il priveasca pe D prietenul lui A etc etc.



Am asistat la o discutie.~punct~. Tigara.

Mi sa spus cu sunt extravaganta. Pardon?! Cand vorbeam de tipa cu nas de porc ce se zicea? Saptamana viitoare lumea &lt;em&gt;buna&lt;/em&gt; pleca in Anglia, nu ma mai intrebati daca nu merg si eu, refuz. Si nu ma mai intrebati nici "de ce" raspunsul meu aeste acelasi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-7140217264116713868?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/7140217264116713868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/h-gossip.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/7140217264116713868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/7140217264116713868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/h-gossip.html' title='H. &amp; gossip'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1755906543557825742</id><published>2009-06-07T11:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:20:05.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 iunie</title><content type='html'>INOUBLIABLE.
Prima noastra piesa, in teatrul acela imens, pe scena de lemn bej, cu cele 20 de reflectoare care asfixiau totul. A inceput cu 2 ore de handball, o ora de alergat si una de matematica. :)) . La ora 12 a inceput totul: fuga, magazin, sucuri si bomboane, "vreau vin!" "ai deja!", ne-am ascuns si am fugit, am fumat, "you bitch!" "da EU, si EU te iubesc.", iar fuga pt ca as usual intarziasem, H. in spate strigand "bitch opreste-te ! ba nu ma lasa aici" "grabeste-te ca trebuie sa ajung la restaurant" "bine nu vin" EU ma duc mai repede cu C. cand auzim "ba era sarcastic". Deci a fost totul o furtuna, toata lumea fugea, se grabea, arunca genti, imprumuta sucuri, impartea tigari, se grabeau si mai ales se faceau poze. Da, am mii de poze cu un grup de actori absolut geniali care dansau "dansul ratei" da, si EU. Sunt amintiri din fata teatrului Studio, cand au uitat cheile, cand stateam in fata Centului National de Arta si Dramaturgie pe jos, cu cate o tigara si cu un bong, cand vorbeam despre cel mai barfit barbat din liceu, cel mai bun, cel mai frumos cel mai cel mai. H. "Intrati repede, e randul vostru la lumini si filaj tehnic! HAI!!" arunc tigara si intru ultima, ca de obicei, ne inghesuim toti in culise si exclamam in cor "wAAAAAU", sublim moment, nu am de gand sa descriu ce am vazut acolo pt ca e ceva mai minunat decat pestera lui ali-baba, EU si Miguel eram cei mai implicati, cei mai nehotariti, cei catre spuneau ca este enorm. EU si Miguel suntem altfel intre ei noi ne vedem mai bine, la inceput am crezut ca o sa se terimine anul asta altfel dar nu, e la fel, un joc de priviri si cuvinte[mai ales de cuvinte &gt;:)]. EU eram regina, si desi am avut doar 4 replici in toata piesa numai EU am fost felicitata a doua zi de jumatate de liceu, de profestorul de istorie care ma adora [ca toti si ca de obicei] si de parintii celor carew venisera sa-si vada plozii pe scena.


EU am fost cea mai fericita in ziua aia, cea mai frumoasa, vocea cea mai rezonanta, cea mai buna actrita, rolul cel mai bun, pozele cele mai multe.
Nu uit cu cine am fost, cine a fost cea mai penibila din autocar [da kelly da kelly =))] nu pot sa explic cat de minunat m-am simtit cu EI, pe scena, in spatele cortinei, in ultimul rand langa tipii cu lumina, in fata teatrului, in baie pe intuneric cand ne incurcam pantalonii pt ca nu era lumina  decat undeva unde era un paianjen, cand m-am trezit la inceputul piesei singura cu cal in mana si cu toti care se uitau la mine si nu stiam daca sa ma duc, nu pot sa explic cum este sentimentul de frica din cauza reflectoarelor, sau a celor 300 d eoameni care asteapta sa vorbesti si sa gesticulezi ceva eh si de frica incepi sa plangi si incep toti sa planga, ne tineam toti unii de altii de parca era apocalipsa, si te trezesti pe scena cu ochii rosii dar de fapt nu pt ca suntem ACTORI si stim tot ce trebuie sa stim, si am party party in haine de armata si in fata teatrului.



&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pt cei care MA CUNOSC atat de bine incat se asteapta la cate o urma din partea MEA, tin sa precizez ca da, si atunci am facut o prostie. Am aruncat o tigara evident aprinsa intr-un cos de gunoi,  ar fi putut lua foc, nu? EH aesta era un cos de gunoi doar pt HARTIE, in 30 de secunde un nor de fum apare in spatele meu, Miguel: a luat foc cosul !! M: jiz, eu am aruncat o tigara in el. :)) Ca sa stingem am aruncat cu red bull si cola, vinul meu PAS TOUCHE! Cand am terminat piesa toti parinti vorbeau de un mic incendiu in centrul orasului "voi l-ati vazut?" M: nu doamna, EU l-am provocat.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1755906543557825742?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1755906543557825742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-iunie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1755906543557825742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1755906543557825742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-iunie.html' title='3 iunie'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-5041607342350776673</id><published>2009-06-01T04:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:26:09.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z etc</title><content type='html'>tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito, nu ar fi trebuit sa renunti niciodata la ACEL proiect, era pentru mine, nu aveai voie sa il atingi! tampito-Nimeni nu stie ce s-a intamplat cu cartonul ACELA nenorocit. tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito, sper sa mori. persienne persienne persinne, persienne persienne persienne. te asteptai sa tina pentru totdeauna?! tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito tampito, nimeni nu a avut niciodata dreptate. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-ma simt ca dracu&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;-foarte bine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-5041607342350776673?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/5041607342350776673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/b-c-d-e-f-g-h-ij-k-l-m-n-o-p-q-r-s-t-u.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5041607342350776673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5041607342350776673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/06/b-c-d-e-f-g-h-ij-k-l-m-n-o-p-q-r-s-t-u.html' title='a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z etc'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-4513711617763424712</id><published>2009-05-27T14:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:19:23.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you C.</title><content type='html'>Me, i'm a scene i'm a drama queen. EU am mereu dreptate si ea a trisat, cum as fi putut sa nu ii dovedesc ca pot sa fac orice?! Trebuia sa fac un mic spectacol , doar in cazul in care a uitat cine sunt EU, dar nu trebuia sa iasa asa de mare.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"C: je t'avais dit de ne pas faire ce coup la, et tu l'as fait."&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Nu am mai vazut niciodata o piesa de teatru atat de muncita, nu am aplaudat
niciodata ata de tare, actorii au venit de 5 ori pe scena, noi de la balconul
din mijloc tipam, ei reveneau si noi eram din ce in ce mai uimiti. A fost
ultima piesa pe care am vazut-o impreuna, cu siguranta cea mai buna si singura
la care am vrut sa-mi schimb locul.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-4513711617763424712?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/4513711617763424712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-c.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4513711617763424712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4513711617763424712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-c.html' title='i love you C.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-6256988006527217891</id><published>2009-05-24T01:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:50:58.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy every good wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ladepeche.fr/content/photo/biz/afp/une/photo_1234887513373-3-0_w350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ladepeche.fr/content/photo/biz/afp/une/photo_1234887513373-3-0_w350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Si uite cum toata opera mea de arta se duce naibii in doar cateva minute. Minunat. Munca ei se duce naibii de asemenea, desi nu a facut nimic a fost ceva ce am incercat eu sa fac pentru ea, pentru mine dar in locul ei desi &lt;em&gt;tot&lt;/em&gt; mi-ar fi revenit MIE.
3 words, 8 letters. Ce este asa greu?!
Era perfect inainte sa te bagi in viata ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-6256988006527217891?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/6256988006527217891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-enjoy-every-good-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/6256988006527217891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/6256988006527217891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-enjoy-every-good-wine.html' title='I enjoy every good wine'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-2563747635307987505</id><published>2009-05-22T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:32:10.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa iti spun EU care este problema</title><content type='html'>Ca ti-am dat prea multa atentie, ca am avut incredere in tine, ca am crezut ca nu se va intampla niciodata, ca te-am trimis in ma-ta din primele minute cand am inceput sa te cunosc.
Anuntati-ma data viitoare cand mai devin muza voastra, cand va uitati la mine si va vin idei "geniale", cand imi mai copiati replicile si cand scoateti fraze din nou "geniale" cand vorbiti cu mine.
Incep sa pierd controlul asupra acestui efect de cacato-sera-turma.
NU te plac, intelegi? Cerseste cat vrei, NU am ce discuta cu tine. NU te am la corazon, cum vrei sa mai spun ca sa intelegi?
Deja se repeta prea des aceiasi poveste, nu am de gand sa traiesc pe repeat sau in reluare, nu vreau sa se difuzeze acelasi serial de doua ori pt ca cine-stie-ce-ratat a ratat o scena si nu are dvd sa inregistreze.
Poftim problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-2563747635307987505?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/2563747635307987505/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/sa-iti-spun-eu-care-este-problema.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/2563747635307987505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/2563747635307987505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/sa-iti-spun-eu-care-este-problema.html' title='Sa iti spun EU care este problema'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-559282458095073401</id><published>2009-05-18T19:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:06:06.618+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'en passe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On s' en fout, on n'y va pas, on n'a qu'à se cacher sous les
draps On commandera des pizzas,toi la télé et moi On appelle, on s'excuse, on
improvise, on trouve quelque chose On n'a qu'à dire à tes amis qu'on les aime
pas et puis tant pis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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"Tipa imbracata numai de la Zara cu geanta ei Longchamp peste umar, cu rujul eternel, cu tigarile in mana si singura trecea pe langa toti de parca ar fi vrut sa le arate ca panicheaza. Nimeni nu spunea nimic, rasetele se opreau si privirile ca de obicei captau tot, dar nu era ca de obicei, un fel de presiune sau doar prezenta &lt;em&gt;ei&lt;/em&gt; ii &lt;em&gt;inquiet&lt;/em&gt;-a, niciunul nu indraznea sa se apropie si sa intrebe ce se intampla. A chiulit inca o data azi tot cu blonda, apoi a salutat-o pe actrita si s-a intors cu spatele. Unii spuneau ca le arata tricoul decoltat in spate, dar numai ea era singura sigura ca ziua aceea avea sa revina in ziua aceasta. Si-a inchis telefonul si a iesit in ploaie. Isi amintea de prima oara cand intrase pe portile alea albastre si cat de disperata era, cum a prins mana aia care i-se intindea, cum a ramas cu ochii pe el din prima clipa in care l-a vazut si cum spera sa il cunoasca, atunci erau primele secunde din viata ei de acum si se credea una din multii. Acum se spune ca nici pe atunci nu a fost la fel ca multimea aceea."


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Da asa-i azi a fost ca ziua de atunci, cu o alta nuanta. Am luat doar partea
de mai sus dintr-un text mult mai lung pt ca nu am de gand sa traduc tot si pt ca este paragraful despre de azi. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-559282458095073401?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/559282458095073401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-s-en-fout-on-ny-va-pas-on-na-qua-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/559282458095073401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/559282458095073401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-s-en-fout-on-ny-va-pas-on-na-qua-se.html' title='Je m&apos;en passe.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-6691214820389297036</id><published>2009-05-17T11:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:45:27.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/Sg_SbH75b5I/AAAAAAAAABk/5M9nfJZN5j4/s1600-h/macaronsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336715446885904274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/Sg_SbH75b5I/AAAAAAAAABk/5M9nfJZN5j4/s320/macaronsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pentru ca eu ador &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Les Macarons&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pentru ca ne place sa party-party cu wiskey si vin.Moi, moi, moi et mes pines-co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ar trebuii sa scriu o autobiografie pt ca nu stii cine sunt. Daca ai impresia ca o sa mai fie vreodata ceea ce a fost sa te duci in ma-ta. Nu am nimic cu mama ta, de fapt ma intreb cum de nu sia taiat venele pana acum. M-am saturat sa aud de la tine mereu aceleasi minciuni si clisee, aceleasi greseli si defecte, aceleasi cuvinte si greseli de ortografie, nu ti-am spus niciodata dar gresesti. I just realised that i don't like you. In schimb ea incearca sa haha, dar nu stii nu ai cum sa stii pt ca esti orb, mereu ai fost, niciodata nu ai stiut cand stiam adevarul. Acum nu mai conteaza pt ca vei cadea mult prea jos ca sa poti realiza ce ti se va intampla. Planuri planuri planuri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you want me to be the cherry on top, i can be bougth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-6691214820389297036?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/6691214820389297036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-ca-eu-ador-les-macarons-pentru.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/6691214820389297036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/6691214820389297036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-ca-eu-ador-les-macarons-pentru.html' title='Gay'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/Sg_SbH75b5I/AAAAAAAAABk/5M9nfJZN5j4/s72-c/macaronsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-4346979980148403285</id><published>2009-05-16T12:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:15:01.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>Cum zicea Ioi, ar fi genial s ase faca un film in liceul nostru, sau mai repede ar fi &lt;em&gt;misto.&lt;/em&gt; Dadada cat as vrea.
&lt;blockquote&gt;Fiecare zi, aceleasi obiciuri, alti oamenii, noi barfe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Cand vad toata lumea susotind, cand stau pe banca si o vad pe neinsemnata&lt;em&gt; ea &lt;/em&gt;facandu-ne poze, cand il vad pe el uitandu-se dupa mine [asta dupa ce mi-a spus ca are prietena si ca nu e bine sa vorbim] cand il vad pe celalalt el cu snobismul lui incurabil uitanudu-se in ochii mei de parca ar vrea sa ma hipnotizeze, cand al 3-lea el vine la masa mea spunand "aseaza-te langa
noi. nu,nu spune asta.", cand Eric ma pupa pe frunte, cand C. rade, cand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rad, cand ele ma [ne] barfesc barfesc barfesc, cand Lc. se intreaba ce caut acolo, cand blondele isi cumpara genti ca ale mele.

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traim de zece ori mai bine ca voi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time is money. Nimic nu este mai fun decat toate barfele noastre, cu o tigara [news pt Mademoiselle ] la 7:46, sau la pranz in toalete, sau alcoolul ei verde si shoturile de tgv, sau miile de reviste &amp;amp; ziare citite in cursurile de istorie, sau toate foile albe, sau faptul ca trisam pana si la sport, sau oricare alta secunda .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-4346979980148403285?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/4346979980148403285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4346979980148403285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/4346979980148403285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-3747957292240048199</id><published>2009-05-13T01:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:19:23.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amours, Variations</title><content type='html'>Devine din ce in ce mai clar faptul ca ai pierdut. Renunta. Ce vina-avea saraca oaie ca ciobanul n-avea coaie?
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oricum nu conteaza. Daca as avea o lamaie mi-as cumpara tequila, doar asa.&lt;/span&gt;
Toata lumea m-a intrebat ce vad eu prin "totul", ha. Sunt lucrurile care conteaza: fericirea, razbunarea, perfectinea. Psiholoaga mea avea dreptate, psiholoaga mea statea aproape de X-ulescu, psiholoaga mea nu stia despre X-ulescu decat ca a jucat un joc la care nu era bun. Sunt doar pioni de care am nevoie, stiu, prea multe de care sa ma ocup in acelasi timp, prea putin timp, prea multe nopti pierdute, prea putine tigari fumate, prea mutle secrete, prea putine motive, prea multe exigente. A veniiiiiiiiiiiiit ! [desi asta inseamna ducere si " " joi, este cel mai bun lucru care mi se putea intampla azi.]
Agonie, extaz.



&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: [..] ce au retinut cei doi din aceasta poveste de dragoste? L'amour tue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-3747957292240048199?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/3747957292240048199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/amours-variations.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3747957292240048199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/3747957292240048199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/amours-variations.html' title='Amours, Variations'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1802810046286167469</id><published>2009-05-12T19:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:14:53.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Business</title><content type='html'>DA &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Viva la vida. Ce pot sa mai cer cand totul imi iese &lt;strong&gt;PER-FECT&lt;/strong&gt;, cand in fiecare secunda pare ca mii de stelute se aprind si stralucesc, cand nimic nu este in afara planurilor mele [planurile mere, ah ce frumos suna.], cand fiecare cuvat suna exact cum as vrea sa il aud, cand nu am nimic imperfect in povestea mea supe-perfecta, cand extazul este mai puternic decat agonia, cand face tot ce vreau eu sa faca asa cum vreau eu sa faca.
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOTUL SE INTAMPLA ASA CUM VREAU EU&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
Viata bate filmul.
Filmele sunt bune si semi-perfecte, dar acum HA! Toti au aplaudat si nici macar nu a fost sfarsitul. Toti aduc toate subiectele incercand sa afle care este urmatorul pas acum ca a inceput tot show-ul asta, asteptati. Surprizele vin una dupa alta, cu mine in prim plan.
Nu pot sa ies din starea asta de perfectiune totala, pe toate planurile. Nu este nimic ne-la-lo-cul lui, perfect perfect perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1802810046286167469?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1802810046286167469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/business.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1802810046286167469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1802810046286167469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/business.html' title='Business'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-8597376002323951357</id><published>2009-05-11T16:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:02:56.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maslina pt ca a fost mereu acolo cand am avut nenorocita aia de nevoie sa spun "dinozaur" pt ca mereu va fi, pt ca nu mi-a furat niciodata cubvantul, pt ca este &lt;em&gt;my homie &lt;/em&gt;si pt ca am jurat sa nu ne mintim niciodata, desi ea nu stie ce vrea, nu o iau ca pe o minciuna because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; know. [imi place cand ma trezesti dimineata.], pt ca mi-a trimis mail in viitor, pt ca &lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;-a facut de cacao cand i-am cerut eu, pt ca are idei bune cand eu nu am solutii, pt ca este &lt;em&gt;sugar&lt;/em&gt;, pt ca ma face sa vorbesc singura si nu spune niciodata cum zic eu, pt ca ma calmeaza cand aud de R si R, pt ca i se intampla chestii penibile si este drama princess, dar tot eu sunt drama queen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theodora, care a fost este &amp;amp; va fi cea mai cea mai. Si pt ca o iubesc cel mai cel mai. [nu are sens sa spun mai multe, &lt;em&gt;TOTUL e al NOSTRU&lt;/em&gt;!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cassandra pt ca fara ea totul ar fi fost altfel, diminetile ar fi fost altfel, serile ar fi fost altfel, secretele noaste ar fi mai putin importante, pt ca secetul lui e tinut in 3 acum, pt ca facem concursuri gen "cel mai mare decolteu", "cele mai multe teme uitate", "cei mai multi de 0" ; pt ca facem pariuri, pt ca eu am pierdut pariul, pt ca nu mi-a amintit sa cumpar ceea ce am pariat, pt ca mi-a pierdut jumatate din cursuri, pt ca ma simt rau cand mananc cu ea, pt ca mesele noaste sunt mereu centrul, pt ca fara ea faima nu ar mai fi asa frumoasa, pt &lt;strong&gt;marturisirea pe care mi-a facut-o si care a insemnat mult mai mult decat enorm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dumnezeu, pt ca ma face sa rad, imi gaseste cele mai $m3k3r3 manele, pt ca a omorat o oaie intr-o poezie [nu am sa uit niciodata!], pt ca tine minte date de care eu nici nu stiam ca exista, pt ca a tinut minte ce trebuie sa imi aduca !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura, pt ca am incredere in ea mai multa decat in "altii", pt ca ma suna, cand nu uita, pt ca ne cunoastem d emult dar nu stiam ce zace in noi, pt ca o iubesc iubesc, pt ca exista, pt ca ne plac aceleasi lucruri, pt ca sunt sigura ca nu o sa ma dezamageasca, pt ca este prea buna, pt ca abia astept sa o vad si iar pt ca o iubesc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebecca pt ca stie ea de ce..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pisi! pt ca este blonda si geniala, pt ca pana acum ar trebuii sa fiu in coma de la atata bataie, pt ca ii place teatrul [so do i], pt ca o sa bem JD si lapte, ne vom face praf si vom dormi in parc [sau la mine..], pt ca de-aia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trenul , pt ca stiu ca nu o sa se simta cand va citi asta, pt ca nu stie ca eu am DOI .. la fel si ca nu ii deosebesc cand scriu despre ei, pt ca nu ma suna niciodata si pt ca nu vreau sa ii dau numele. [stiu, stiu, sunt discreta.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ioana, pt ca nici nu isi da seama cate a facut pt mine in ultimele zile, pt ca fara ea acum spuneam "dinozaur" intruna, pt ca ne cunoastem de la gradinita..?! [omfg! ] ca nu este normala si pt ca citez: "simplitatea inseamna originalitate"  :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorian pt ca mi-a aratat TOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bogdan pt ca am stat pe malul marii la apus si nici nu ne-am da seama ca nu ne uitam la apus, am aflat ulterior ca soarele rasare din marea neagra [ha ha.], pt ca cu el am mancat cea mai buna inghetata, pt ca el a fost blondul meu venit de nicaieri pt 10 zile, pt ca la el ma gandesc de fiecaredata cand dau de nisip, pt ca el este marea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoe pt ca este mai bine sa nu mai fie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R. pt ca nu merita sa ii pronunt numele, pt ca sper sa CRAPE! pt ca este cea mai hm-hm persoana pe care o cunosc, pt ca o compatimesc oarecum, pt ca nfericirea ei ma face sa ma simtin siguranta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alin pt ca ma trateaza sa cum ma trateaza, pt ca we're not falling in love, we're just falling apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helene ohh pt ca vine la mine mereu fara sa imi spuna, pt ca mia cumparat tigari destul timp, pt ca chiuleste cu mine pt ca mi-a imprumutat colierul si nu mi-la cerut pana azi, pt ca este in baie atunci cand ai nevoie de ea, pt ca ne-am blocat in tren si am aratat semne obscene trecatorilor cand controlorul se uita la noi, pt ca am ratat trenul inapi, pt ca o sa mergem odata la Paris si o sa fie&lt;em&gt; puissant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thierry pt ca eu cred in el desi toate barfele spun ca o sa ii ia mult sa se puna pe picioare dupa accident, pt ca m-a lasat balta dar s-a revansat mult mai bine, pt ca pantalonii armanii ii vin chiar mai bine decat dockers, pt ca atunci and spune "merci" vad un milird de paillette sclipicioase cazand peste noi si imaginea invartindu-se la 360 de grade [da, am vazut asta in cenusareasa, dar el e printul meu in mercedes]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ar mai fi ineva, dar .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-8597376002323951357?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/8597376002323951357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/lista.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/8597376002323951357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/8597376002323951357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/lista.html' title='Lista'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-509723358663171904</id><published>2009-05-09T23:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:10:19.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata sa nu spui nicodata cand esti sigur ca este pt totdeauna</title><content type='html'>Doi iepuri dintr-o lovitura sau doua gloante de la fiecare iepure?
Sweetheath, we're not falling in love we're just falling apart.
CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH! si iar ma efugiez in vin/ gin sau champagne..
Ne placea sa vobrim despre luna plina, diamante si stii-tu-ce. De ce a trebuit sa se termine asa? Poate ca ar fi fost mai bine sa nu existe ziua aia blestemata, sa nu spui &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prostia&lt;/span&gt; pe care ai spus-o, sa nu ma intereseze cat de galben este galbenul. Explica-mi! Sa ne dam secretele/ cartile pe fata. Ca sa ce? Explica-mi! Vreau doar sa imi spui de ce m-ai mintit si de ce nu ma iubesti, sunt asa de draguta! Sau continua sa ma minti, minte-ma mai bine decat inainte, minte-ma cu toate motivele, cuvintele si silabele cunoscute de tine, incorecte, fragmatice?!, Intrerupere programata la 2:ooAM on Monday.
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sa nu-mi spui ca tu chiar l-ai iubit" intr-un mod bizar, ilogic, incetosat si aberant, ba da.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-509723358663171904?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/509723358663171904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/509723358663171904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/509723358663171904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='Niciodata sa nu spui nicodata cand esti sigur ca este pt totdeauna'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-1448430863946735060</id><published>2009-05-09T10:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:51:28.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My phone knows evrything about me.</title><content type='html'>We talk, we scream, we weep, we giggle, we're lost for words, so we never call back, we should've called back, why didn't we call back? We call back at 5 AM.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-1448430863946735060?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/1448430863946735060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-phone-knows-evrything-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1448430863946735060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/1448430863946735060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-phone-knows-evrything-about-me.html' title='My phone knows evrything about me.'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317337667336897853.post-5872200182118295879</id><published>2009-05-08T17:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:04:33.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ha a a a a a a a a art</title><content type='html'>Ha! Ce inseamna sa fii la locul potrivit la momentul potrivit sau la momentul NEpotrivit, mai mai.. Cine s-ar fi gandit ca tocmai tu faci pe Super-Spagetti, sunt dezamagita si impresionata in acelasi timp deci este frappanta toata situatia.

Vreau: secretul i.; ceea ce am vazut in d.a. ieri; pe Alin; sa se refaca mai repede dupa accident si sa revina; sa scap de tine o data pt totdeauna pt ca incepi sa ma agasezi.

So, filmul revine la scenariul initial, scenele in care apareai tu le-am scos, numele tau nu va aparea in generic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5317337667336897853-5872200182118295879?l=sclipicix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/feeds/5872200182118295879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-a-a-a-a-art.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5872200182118295879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317337667336897853/posts/default/5872200182118295879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclipicix.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-a-a-a-a-art.html' title='ha a a a a a a a a art'/><author><name>Queen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13356823630824703155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G7TVsAwcuV4/SgX_7bYkfsI/AAAAAAAAABE/y2xqPNxlS1k/S220/Picture+17617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
