<?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-7119021342765018892</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:51:16.096-08:00</updated><category term='Tu'/><category term='Rarau'/><category term='pe langa'/><category term='Romania'/><category term='oameni'/><category term='live'/><category term='vara'/><category term='defintii'/><category term='death'/><category term='de ce?'/><category term='Ea'/><category term='durere'/><category term='soare'/><category term='jignire'/><category term='poti sa zbori cand vrei'/><category term='dorinte'/><category term='you'/><category term='audio'/><category term='peisaj'/><category term='dumnezeu'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='Am sa plec'/><category term='moment de respiro'/><category term='zapada'/><category term='cultura'/><category term='femei'/><category term='lux'/><category term='manastire'/><category term='Voi'/><category term='ofensa'/><category term='iarna'/><category term='Ei'/><category term='sapanta'/><category term='frig'/><category term='friends'/><category term='lectura'/><category term='cadere in pacat'/><category term='munte'/><category term='decadere'/><category term='ranim'/><category term='excursie'/><category term='scapare'/><category term='România de azi'/><category term='hoti'/><category term='unde vrei'/><category term='octavian paler'/><category term='brazi'/><category term='learn'/><category term='trip'/><category term='cu conditia sa fii singur'/><category term='men vs women'/><category term='prieteni'/><category term='fuga'/><category term='El e acolo'/><category term='people'/><category term='interviu'/><category term='odyssey'/><category term='Einstein'/><category term='langa mine'/><category term='Noi'/><category term='un fel de leapsa'/><category term='time after time'/><category term='pain'/><category term='clip'/><category term='caldura'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='oboseala'/><category term='love'/><category term='prea mult timp.'/><category term='egoism'/><title type='text'>Because sometimes you just have to</title><subtitle type='html'>Perfection is my enemy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7939149734986823723</id><published>2012-01-22T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:43:07.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obisnuiam sa cred &lt;div&gt;ca gelozia e o parte integranta a iubirii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;consideram ca dragostea nu vine decat cu ea la pachet. dar m-am inselat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gelozia n-are nimic de-a face cu iubirea. Gelozia e opusul increderii, e convingerea ca cel in care tu spui ca ai incredere minte, e frica de a te baza pe celalalt, e egoism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gelozia reprezinta tot ce e mai rau intr-o relatie. nu numai ca te strica, te supara si te doare, dar te si face sa actionezi in spiritul ei. sa nu ai incredere in cel la care tii e cel mai grav lucru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca nu ai incredere in tine de fapt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7939149734986823723?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7939149734986823723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2012/01/obisnuiam-sa-cred-ca-gelozia-e-o-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7939149734986823723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7939149734986823723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2012/01/obisnuiam-sa-cred-ca-gelozia-e-o-parte.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8438551338633900807</id><published>2011-12-31T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:10:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;A inceput un an nou ... nu stiu ce inseamna asta pentru voi, dar pentru mine inseamna in mare parte schimbare. nu stiu cum si in ce masura, nu stiu in ce fel si cam cand, dar stiu clar DE CE si  CAND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Momentul e ACUM, motivul e EVIDENT. - pentru ca nu vreau sa mai repet greselile din trecut, pentru ca 2011 a fost un an dezastruos, pentru ca eu am fost DEZASTRUOASA in 2011, pentru ca viata mea nu a fost tocmai cum trebuia sa fie anul trecut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Deci da, ma voi schimba, eu - si nu numai, voi schimba tot ce ma priveste si voi privi lucrurile altfel. Voi fi eu cea care sa decida ce si cum se intampla in sufletul meu, voi fi eu cea care va da ultima strigare, voi fi eu cea care va spune STOP, PAUZA si Start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nu vreau sa mai fiu aceeasi eu .. Vreau schimbare. Si pentru a fi REALA, trebuie sa fac EU acea schimbare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;In 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8438551338633900807?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8438551338633900807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8438551338633900807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8438551338633900807'/><link 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ca pe-o comoară&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;căci altfel vom fi pierduți&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;în promisiuni nerespectate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și visuri adolescentine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;în povești neterminate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și regrete și suspine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vom ajunge și noi, dragă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca un cuplu terminat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care s-au iubit o vreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și apoi au divorțat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Când o foaie te unește &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și un jurământ suprem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vei greși, cel mai adesea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și vei trăi un blestem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un coșmar, un vis urât,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viața unui om de rând..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ce muncește, face banul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar pierde clipa și anul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care uită să iubească,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;să trăiasca pentru el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și se-afundă în minciună&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și când crede că-i de fier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viața simplu îl dărâmă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suflându-l ca pe-un nimic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar el plânge, se sugrumă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Și se simte-atât de mic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copiii nu-l mai iubesc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevastă-sa-l înșeală,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afară plouă iar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar el stă iar pe-afară.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divorțul l-a uscat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Și banii nu mai vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se scăldă în alcool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se-neacă cu venin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;”Iubirea nu există!” își spune furios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;”Ea vine doar la ăia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ce sunt exact pe dos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vine la cei ce nu vor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;în veci să mai iubească,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ce n-au plăcut vreodată&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ființă pământească.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iubirea se răzbună&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe cei care iubesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;și suferă ca proștii / și chiar înnebunesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ăia de cred într-ânsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Căci ea, ea nu există&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E doar un mit prostesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-695175760114201583?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/695175760114201583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/12/trebuie-sa-nveti-cand-sa-renunti-sau-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vrei sa le ai pe toate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chiar daca-ncerci chiar daca lupti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piedicile raman neschimbate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nu primesti fara efort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nici ceea ce ceilalti isi pot permite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca tu esti unul singur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intr-un cuib de termite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si-o sa te sape-o viata-ntreaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si-o sa fii lovit in permanenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si n-ai sa stii sa pleci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa te retragi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-arati indiferenţă...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai sa te pierzi de-atatea ori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plangand noptile-n şir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai sa renunti, ai sa revii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si ai sa plangi ca ai pierdut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai sa regreti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si n-ai sa uiti niciun moment cat te-a durut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai sa ierti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si n-ai sa stii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce anume ai iertat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar inainte sa-ntelegi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totul se va fi terminat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2608306343473582220?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2608306343473582220/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/11/nu-stii-ce-meriti-de-la-viata-dar-vrei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2608306343473582220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2608306343473582220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/11/nu-stii-ce-meriti-de-la-viata-dar-vrei.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1676947823205903821</id><published>2011-11-11T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:42:56.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what makes you truly happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ești fericit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Și ce anume te face cu adevărat fericit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1676947823205903821?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1676947823205903821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-what-makes-you-truly-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1676947823205903821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1676947823205903821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-what-makes-you-truly-happy.html' title='So what makes you truly happy?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4216913408221475618</id><published>2011-10-22T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T04:31:37.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 111, 94); background-color: rgb(223, 231, 215); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want is to be needed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my ego, my attention. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN8JO9C6Mqs/TqKpe3rDTWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjFXJO9KOMQ/s1600/mind.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN8JO9C6Mqs/TqKpe3rDTWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjFXJO9KOMQ/s400/mind.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666277628991196514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4216913408221475618?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4216913408221475618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-want-is-to-be-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4216913408221475618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4216913408221475618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-want-is-to-be-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN8JO9C6Mqs/TqKpe3rDTWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjFXJO9KOMQ/s72-c/mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-383702860469276681</id><published>2011-10-22T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T04:25:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(223, 231, 215); "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;But if you love somebody,&lt;br /&gt;You always love them, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there always some small part of you&lt;br /&gt;that still reads their horoscope&lt;br /&gt;in the newspaper every day?&lt;br /&gt;There's still some hope..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;He looks at me and my heart starts skipping beats..&lt;br /&gt;my face starts to glow, and my eyes start to twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what he would do to me if he smiled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;3.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I say leave, but all I really want is you to stand outside my window,&lt;br /&gt;throwing pebbles, screaming “I want you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;4.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; at weddings; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;hospitals&lt;/span&gt; make me &lt;strong&gt;nervous&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sarcastic to a fault, but it &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can be pretty &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt;; naive is my &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;middle name&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; and I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;believe in perfect love, but it &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; thinks it's cute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;5.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;It's &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; like I'm not trying to move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I go out with &lt;strong&gt;other boys&lt;/strong&gt;, but whenever&lt;br /&gt;another boy takes my hand, it doesn't &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;There are gaps that only &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; hand can fill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;6.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I think that the only reason why people &lt;strong&gt;hold&lt;/strong&gt; onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt; so tight, for so &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; is cause memories&lt;br /&gt;are the only things that &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; change when everything else does.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;7.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;There have been &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of cars in my driveway &amp;amp; lots of boys on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;I've toyed with bad boys, mamma's never said "I love you" &amp;amp; never had the need.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the rebound, the challenge, the fall back, &amp;amp; the &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the mistake &amp;amp; the correction.&lt;br /&gt;One day someone will &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt; for what I've been &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;what I am, where I've been &amp;amp; where I am;&lt;br /&gt;one day, someone will love me for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;8.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't get all &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;dolled up&lt;/span&gt; for nothing; I do it because I know&lt;br /&gt;you'll be there. But you won't see me, and all I did&lt;br /&gt;was waste another night trying to get you to &lt;strong&gt;notice&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;9.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons&lt;br /&gt;but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common:&lt;br /&gt;They're shooting stars-- a spectacular moment of light in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;fleeting glimpse of eternity&lt;br /&gt;and in a flash, they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;-The Notebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;untie all the strings between your heart and mine.&lt;br /&gt;unlove me, but do it real slow,&lt;br /&gt;so i dont have to lose you all at one time.&lt;br /&gt;-Julia Roberts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(100, 111, 94); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-383702860469276681?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/383702860469276681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/10/quotes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/383702860469276681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/383702860469276681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4981519287241751306</id><published>2011-09-29T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:05:49.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever your soul hurts &lt;div&gt;shoot it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just shut it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promise you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how hard they try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to rip your heart out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't let yourself fooled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't fool yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause they don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they never did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they never will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless you pay them to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody wishes you best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless they have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they never mean it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your soul hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shot it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just shoot the damn loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who did this to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4981519287241751306?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4981519287241751306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/09/whenever-your-soul-hurts-shoot-it-off.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4981519287241751306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4981519287241751306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/09/whenever-your-soul-hurts-shoot-it-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4772996849215074213</id><published>2011-09-16T06:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T06:07:51.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, wrong decisions make great moments. But you still know they were wrong decisions because something bad always happens afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4772996849215074213?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4772996849215074213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-wrong-decisions-make-great.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4772996849215074213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4772996849215074213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-wrong-decisions-make-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6561430873375593485</id><published>2011-08-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:53:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alege.</title><content type='html'>Uneori, cel mai bun lucru pe care îl poți face e să te oprești. Să pui pauză tuturor lucrurilor pe care le faci și să salvezi un minut, o oră, o zi, o săptămână ca să te întrebi ”ce vreau să fac acum?” sau ”spre ce mă îndrept?”.&lt;div&gt;Alege un drum - nu vei ști niciodată dacă e cel bun - și nu privi înapoi. Alege o viață. Alege o persoană. Alege-ți persoana. Alege cum vrei să fii - și fii așa cum vrei ! Alege să zâmbești. Alege să treci peste. Alege să mergi mereu înainte și niciodată înapoi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alege astfel încât atunci când te vei opri .. să nu-ți dorești să fi ales altceva cu ceva timp în urmă. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6561430873375593485?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6561430873375593485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/08/alege.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6561430873375593485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6561430873375593485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/08/alege.html' title='Alege.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4555160299226257164</id><published>2011-07-13T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:13:58.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1AMxVkLyqY/Th6InHiQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0oIlyBzvcQY/s1600/P7122603.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1AMxVkLyqY/Th6InHiQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0oIlyBzvcQY/s400/P7122603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629086789878733010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am învățat să împărțim totul. Eu împart mai mult, tu mai puțin .. - dar totul. Și să ne spunem totul. Și să facem aproape orice împreună. Ne știm atât de bine și ne-nțelegeam chiar fără să vorbim uneori. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Acum va trebui să ne înțelegem fără să ne vedem. Pentru că ai plecat. De ce ai plecat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Abia te-a luat autocarul - nici nu știu dacă a plecat încă de pe loc - și deja mi s-a instaurat un gol imeeens în suflet. Nu vroiam să pleci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nu vroiam să pleci pentru că... ești mai mult decât o prietenă.. Ești TU! iar eu sunt EU și ne completăm reciproc în felul nostru caracteristic. Erai tot ce aveam, singura persoană cu care puteam vorbi ORICE, și mai ales SINGURA în care mă pot încrede orbește.. Singura care știu că nu mă minte, singura care știu că nu mă menajează și îmi spune mereu în față crudul adevăr. Singura care îmi dă sfaturi pe bune, singura careia îi pasă dacă mai încolo voi plânge (probabil pentru că tot TU trebuie fii umărul pe care plâng), singura care îmi dă un șut puternic în fund atunci când sunt pe cale de a face o greșeala, singura care mă pedepsește după ce am făcut o greșeala, singura căreia îi pasă destul de mult cât să se afle în viața mea și să rămână acolo mult mult timp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Așa că, te aștept înapoi, și mă străduiesc să trec cât mai okay prin astea două săptămâni fără tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Îmi va fi dor... de fapt, de ce zic ”îmi va fi”? .. Îmi este deja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4555160299226257164?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4555160299226257164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4555160299226257164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4555160299226257164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1AMxVkLyqY/Th6InHiQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0oIlyBzvcQY/s72-c/P7122603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8965951752922774385</id><published>2011-07-08T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:45:02.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 ani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUD55P-auZ0/ThbRiIC4kvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TVFxZl9mU8I/s1600/P7032484.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUD55P-auZ0/ThbRiIC4kvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TVFxZl9mU8I/s320/P7032484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626915168651350770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Acum 18 ani eram în căutarea luminiței de la capătul tunelului. Acum 18 ani tânjeam după viață. Acum 18 ani...m-am născut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La ce mi-au folosit mie ăștia 18 ani trăiți? Păi, am învățat câte ceva (sau cel puțin așa îmi place să cred). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat că atunci când ești bun, viața te răsplătește cu bunătate; că atunci când ești rău, și viața se întoarce împotriva ta. Am invățat de asemenea că timpul pe care îl petrecem aici este mult prea scurt pentru a-l irosi cu supărări. Am învățat că, dacă ești fericit și mai ales, dacă vrei să fii fericit, nimeni nu se poate împotrivi fericirii tale ... și nimeni n-o va face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat că toată viața noastră este compusă din etape..etape menite să ne modeleze pe noi..ca să ajungem NOI ÎNȘINE. Și că orice am face, nu putem să ne împotrivim sorții.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat să spun ”Asta este” și să trec peste, gândind că ceea ce tocmai s-a întâmplat era cea mai bună opțiune dintre toate lucrurile rele care trebuiau să se întâmple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat că multe din experiențele vieții sunt traumatizante, iar nouă nu ne rămâne decât să le înfruntăm cu capul sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat că noi, oamenii, suntem extrem de diferiți, și că niciunul dintre noi nu are dreptul să îi judece pe ceilalți, și nici nu trebuie să o facă - cu toții avem motivele noastre când facem ceea ce facem - și avem dreptul să fim înțeleși sau măcar acceptați. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat de asemenea că, în momentele bune, un prieten bun e tot ce îți trebuie. Pentru asta..s-a inventat Ciocolata. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iar despre prieteni...am învățat că, poate nici nu trebuie să ți-i alegi tu, pentru că apar în viața ta pe neașteptate și nu mai ies niciodată. Iar dacă ies...Gandește-te cu ce le-ai greșit. Dacă nu le-ai greșit cu nimic și totuși au ieșit în mod iremediabil din viața ta, înseamnă că nu ți-au fost niciodată prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat că nu trebuie să lași răutatea altora să te împiedice să fii bun. Fii bun pentru că poți, nu din ambiție. Când ești bun, te simți bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat să greșesc, să regret, să iert și să fiu iertată. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am învățat să iubesc, am învățat să sufăr, am învățat să uit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Și cel mai important...am învățat să învăț. Și să cresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8965951752922774385?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8965951752922774385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/18-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8965951752922774385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8965951752922774385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/18-ani.html' title='18 ani'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUD55P-auZ0/ThbRiIC4kvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TVFxZl9mU8I/s72-c/P7032484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1245569402477678064</id><published>2011-07-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:07:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H-e-r-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In seara asta știu cine și cum ar trebui să fie &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eroul meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Am renunțat demult la stereotipul eroului animat gen Superman, Spiderman, Ironman. Societatea și oamenii în general ne-au învățat că, în viața reală, imaginația nu-și are locul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dar eu m-am desprins demult de societate. m-am desprins de asemenea de animații și fantezii, m-am desprins de tot ce înseamnă ireal. Cred doar ce știu și știu ce anume cred, așa încât, atunci când visele mă îndepartează, creierul mă aduce brusc înapoi...aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In seara asta am învățat ce înseamnă prietenia, am învățat ce înseamnă bunătatea și sinceritatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Am înțeles că perfecțiunea nu stă în complexitate, ci din simplitate. Am înțeles că singurele calități de care &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;eroul meu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are nevoie sunt deja aici, iar el le stăpânește cu desăvârșire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Am înțeles ce anume caut la un om, am înțeles ceea ce mă chinuiam de mult să înțeleg și totuși a fost mereu în fața mea: bunătatea adevărată înseamnă să nu judeci o persoană indiferent ce ai ști despre ea, onestitatea adevărată înseamnă să nu spui altora secrete care nu îți aparțin, iar iubirea adevărată...e atunci când tu continui să o iubești deși prezența ei îți face numai rău. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Iar ea... se multumește să știe că ești acolo, că mereu vei fi ..&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eroul ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1245569402477678064?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1245569402477678064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/h-e-r-o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1245569402477678064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1245569402477678064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/h-e-r-o.html' title='H-e-r-o'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1034654842262839882</id><published>2011-07-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:49:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF2QMdNunvc/ThbSoX84VeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rGjX8b16SoI/s1600/Fluffy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF2QMdNunvc/ThbSoX84VeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rGjX8b16SoI/s400/Fluffy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626916375511979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i fall in love i keep asking myself how much it is going to last. and guess what, it never lasts. maybe it is my problem, or maybe it is the others problem.&lt;br /&gt;This time went completely wrong - YOU went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca de la inceput am stiut ce mi se intampla , inca de la inceput am fost complet constienta ca tot ce fac e gresit si ca nu are cum sa iasa bine - si bineinteles nu a iesit bine. Nu ma intreb de ce, stiu doar ca tu in viata mea nu aveai ce cauta - stiam asta - si nici acum nu ai ce cauta aici.&lt;br /&gt;A fost atat de gresit si totusi nu puteam sa ma desprind din toata chestia asta - dar acum pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were here for the money - just for the money and, there you go, you had it!&lt;br /&gt;You always told me how she was the problem in your relationship, how she was so wrong and you were so right, how you did everything and she did nothing. Well, guess what, I don't fuckin think so!&lt;br /&gt;I think yoú're the crazy one, you're the wrong one, you are the one who is in desperate need of a piece of reality. And this is the reality: You suck. You suck more than she does, you suck more than anyone does and..you always will.&lt;br /&gt;So No, I don't need you. And no, I don't want you to be part of my life. I want you to go. just ..go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1034654842262839882?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1034654842262839882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1034654842262839882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1034654842262839882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-pissed.html' title='So pissed'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hF2QMdNunvc/ThbSoX84VeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rGjX8b16SoI/s72-c/Fluffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5419977702620343062</id><published>2011-06-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:01:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILURE</title><content type='html'>Sunt...dezamăgită. Am aflat că nu doar bătaia doare, ci mai mult decât bătaia ...indiferența. Eu nu tratez lumea cu indiferență - eu spun ce cred și ce mă deranjează. De ce nu se poate ca fiecare să spună de la bun început ce așteptări are și ce trebuie făcut mai departe?&lt;div&gt;De ce ne complicăm ca proștii și ne încurcăm în gânduri și idei menite să ne încâlcească existența mai rău ca o formațiune de scaieți? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce nu ne spunem unii altora ce vrem, ce credem, ce ne place și ce nu, de ce ne ascundem și mai ales.. de ce ne temem? Că pierdem? Ce să pierdem? În momentul în care ești alături de o persoană și nu comunici și nu spui nimic din ce te deranjează, când taci și înghiți totul, chinuindu-te să îți ascunzi toate reacțiile, toate emoțiile în speranța că celălalt nu își va da seama cum ești tu cu adevărat, mai poți spune că ai ce pierde? Te mai poți considera...împlinit? Asta numești tu fericire? Asta ți-e ție frică să nu pierzi? La asta nu vrei tu să renunți?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Și mie mi-e frică, bă. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e frică de mor. Dar n-o să-mi mai fie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odată și-odată tot o să am tupeu să fiu EU - fie că-ți va plăcea, fie că nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5419977702620343062?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5419977702620343062/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/failure.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5419977702620343062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5419977702620343062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/failure.html' title='FAILURE'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1747351333213827242</id><published>2011-06-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:59:42.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to life</title><content type='html'>Nu simți uneori că viața cam trece pe lângă tine? Că mai mult decât să trăiești, supraviețuiești? Că secundele, minutele, orele, zilele, săptămânile zboară aiurea și oricât ai vrea să le oprești, să le aduci înapoi, nu poți?&lt;div&gt;Cam asta e viața. O înșiruire de lucruri care acum sunt, acum nu mai sunt. O înșiruire de amintiri, de momente pe care am vrea să le retrăim și nu putem NEAM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cele mai multe ori greșim: trecem prin viață privind mereu înapoi, plângând după lucruri pe care le-am avut și le-am pierdut, după persoane care au fost odată lângă noi și nu mai sunt, după tot felul de chestii ce aparțin clar trecutului și de care refuzăm să ne desprindem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar suntem capabili să ne adaptăm, suntem puternici - creați special pentru a depăși momente grele și experiențe traumatizante, suntem exact așa cum trebuie să fim și exact unde trebuie să fim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Așa că de ce să bocim după ce am pierdut, și să uităm ce am câștigat? De ce să nu luptăm pentru prezent? Repet, pentru PREZENT, nu pentru viitor, nu pentru trecut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zic ”Nu pentru viitor” tocmai pentru că viitorul este, la fel ca și trecutul, ceva ce nu deținem și nu putem stăpâni. Tot ce avem este &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Aici&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; și &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Acum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Așa că hai să trăim așa cum vrem să trăim, hai să uităm de suferințe și să le trecem la categoria ”Experiențe”, hai să luptăm în loc să plângem, hai să fim puternici în loc să ne lamentăm, hai să ne înarmăm cu răbdare și iubire și&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; să fim schimbarea pe care vrem să o vedem în lume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1747351333213827242?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1747351333213827242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/cheers-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1747351333213827242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1747351333213827242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/cheers-to-life.html' title='Cheers to life'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6613775426676591929</id><published>2011-06-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:54:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As0C1a0cbIM/Tfkp3q932OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bLgqxFK66yM/s1600/Animals_Under_water_Sea_turtle_019507_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As0C1a0cbIM/Tfkp3q932OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bLgqxFK66yM/s400/Animals_Under_water_Sea_turtle_019507_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618568046524750050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de mare. &amp;lt;3&lt;div&gt;Mi-e dor de apă și mi-e dor de puritate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e dor de ceea ce eram candva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6613775426676591929?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6613775426676591929/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/dor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6613775426676591929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6613775426676591929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/dor.html' title='Dor'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As0C1a0cbIM/Tfkp3q932OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bLgqxFK66yM/s72-c/Animals_Under_water_Sea_turtle_019507_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1605397150585094991</id><published>2011-06-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:46:53.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubii</title><content type='html'>Cel mai trist lucru în viață este, probabil, nevoia de a face o alegere prin prisma căreia vei pierde ceva indiferent ce ai alege. Dar chiar și acesta este un lucru suportabil. &lt;div&gt;Mi-e foarte greu să iau, de cele mai multe ori, o decizie care știu că va răni pe cineva. De aceea prefer de obicei să mă ascund în spatele cuvintelor, să fug, să tac, să mă prefac că totul e ok..din teama de a nu răni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulți se gândesc că răul se va întoarce împotriva lor .. și mai mulți nu se gândesc deloc înainte de a răni. Eu plâng pentru ceilalți așa cum aș plânge pentru mine, pentru că, rupând inimi, o rup și pe a mea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e frică, înțelegi? Mi-e frică și pentru mine, dar mai frică mi-e pentru tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E totul atât de complicat uneori, și tot ce căutăm e o scăpare.. dar de unde să vină ea oare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odată ce ai făcut o alegere, mai poți să o renegi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1605397150585094991?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1605397150585094991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/dubii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1605397150585094991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1605397150585094991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/06/dubii.html' title='Dubii'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1361146632341337841</id><published>2011-05-15T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:09:46.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu și despre CHEF</title><content type='html'>Nu fac nimic. Azi n-am chef de prostii, n-am chef de glume, n-am chef să râd. N-am chef să respir. Știi ce, azi n-am chef să trăiesc. &lt;div&gt;Aș vrea să-mi iau o pauză...de la tot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Și mă gândesc cam cât de incorect e totul.. soarele răsare, zi de zi, și nimeni nu-l întreabă dacă mai vrea, dacă mai poate și dacă MAI ARE CHEF să mai răsară.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu nu mă întrebi niciodată dacă am chef de nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu stai acolo în fotoliul tău și privești în gol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Citești..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate gânduri, că altceva n-ai ce să citești din aer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te rog să mergem ... iar tu stai. STAAAI. și statul tău mă enerveazăăă. Viața-i prea scurtă ca să stai - cel puțin așa am auzit. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;De ce să riști?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum, mai mult ca niciodată, nu înțeleg nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce vrei ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce-aștepți?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cine ești de fapt și ce cauți aici, lângă mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;”N-am chef” îmi spui și te întorci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Până la urmă se pare că ești perechea mea potrivită... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nici eu n-am chef&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1361146632341337841?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1361146632341337841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/05/cu-si-despre-chef.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1361146632341337841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1361146632341337841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/05/cu-si-despre-chef.html' title='Cu și despre CHEF'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8158185008409812446</id><published>2011-04-21T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:47:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye color.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/cat_20eye_small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 641px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/cat_20eye_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" style="border:solid 1px #369;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="3" bgcolor="LIGHTCORAL"&gt;Eye Color Chart&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eye Color&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Connotation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystery, Darkness of the Night, Sex, Bewitching, Secretive, Worship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Those who have black eyes are known to be sensual in nature, and very secretive. One of the &lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/rare-eye-colors.html"&gt;rare eye colors&lt;/a&gt;, people with black eyes are known not to share much about themselves or their lives with others. They also possess the capacity to have psychic powers by using their inner energy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pertaining to the earth: Creativity, Courage, Fertility, Growth, Energy, Endurance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Those with brown eyes are known to be very grounded, and are not swayed by materialistic desires or tendencies. They are close to nature, and seem to perform best when working in accordance with it. Yet, they are independent and strong.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Hazel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Inner Courage and Independence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Those with a &lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/hazel-eye-color.html"&gt;hazel eye color&lt;/a&gt; portray the ability to heal oneself, sensitivity and empathy for others, and are yet exuberant themselves.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Good health, Youth and Innocence, Life-force, Vegetation, Freshness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The green eye color meaning pertains to the ability to heal. Those with green eyes are spiritual in nature but not necessarily religious. They are vibrant yet compassionate, and are also known to be very creative people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Energy of the sky and sun, Direct conscious thought&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The color blue has often be associated with clairvoyant abilities, and the capacity to see visions of the past and the future. Those with blue eyes are assertive and direct, are full of life but have a keen sense of observation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Gray&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weather, Water, Change, Wisdom, Mystery&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gray eyes are known to portray a deep inner strength that cannot be affected by any outside force. People with gray eyes are known to be sensitive and profound. They have the ability to manipulate themselves according to the need of their surroundings.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ochii tai ce spun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8158185008409812446?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8158185008409812446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/eye-color.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8158185008409812446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8158185008409812446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/eye-color.html' title='Eye color.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8696780419965265605</id><published>2011-04-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:06:53.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence.</title><content type='html'>Cele mai importante lucruri în viață...&lt;div&gt;..nu sunt cele pe care le ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..nu sunt cele pe care le pierzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..sunt cele pe care le-ai pierdut și recuperat - pentru că vei ști mereu să ai grijă de ele, din moment ce ai luptat ca să le recapeți.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8696780419965265605?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8696780419965265605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/essence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8696780419965265605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8696780419965265605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/essence.html' title='Essence.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5275921230950995705</id><published>2011-04-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:06:13.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Căscat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;A plecat… S-a plictisit. D’aia a plecat. Ca s&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language:RO"&gt;ă nu se mai plictisească. Are dreptate fata asta. Asta...care-a plecat. Măcar.. măcar ea..ea are coaie să plece. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Oare p-acolo se cască mai mult? Sau mai puțin? Că dacă se cască mai puțin mă înscriu și io. Uite cum ai reușit tu să-mi amintești de ce n-aș pleca niciodată nicăieri. Lângă&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mine... lângă mine-i un chioșc unde fac gogoși bestiale. Bestiale... Bestiale gogoși!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bestiaaaale! Și de fiecare dată când cobor, de fiecare dată când cobor să-mi iau, e unul care cască. Și cască și puștiul de lângă el. Și cască și tanti care stă pe bancă cu sacoșa de pânză în mână. Și mă ia și pe mine..da' mă abțin. Dup'aia m-apucă scârba și mă gândesc că.. dup'aia m-apucă scârba... și-n loc să mă gândesc&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;”Uhh gogoașă!” zic ” 'Ce dracu m-am trezit eu în dimineața asta?.. 'ce dracu m-am trezit io în dimineața asta...” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Dup'aia mă uit&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;în jur.. Mă uit în jur și toți sînteți îmbrăcați în gri.. Și văd cum sunt..plictisiți, obosiți, se uită-n gol.. Facem totul degeaba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Știți voi ceva ce nu știu eu sau știu eu ceva ce nu știți voi? Pentru că asta faceți când căscați. Împrăștiați sictir. Da, frate,da ! Sictir! Sunteți&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;triști, sunteți mediocri! Și vreți ca toată lumea să fie la fel. Dacă n-aveți voi... Dacă voi n-aveți, să n-aibă nimeni?!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Atunci știu eu ceva ce nu știți voi: Eu nu vreau să fiu așa! Nu vreau să fiu AȘA! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Căscatu e la fel de nociv ca adidasii rachetă. ca supermarketu cu cinșpe case din care merge una singură.ca ăia care claxonează la stop când e roșu și oricum n-ai unde să te duci.ca idioții care aruncă gunoaie de la balcon.ca șoferii de taxi care nu te iau în cursă că-i prea scurtă.ca bodyguarzii care se îmbracă-ntr-o uniformă și gata , sunt Rambo.ca vânzătoarele care te trimit la colț să schimbi că n-au sa-ți schimbe ele.ca târfele care fac muie pe bonuri de masă. Pe bonuri de MASĂ! Ca grătarele făcute pe marginea șoselei &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;în praf și fum. Și-ar mai fi... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Și tu ce te uiți așa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la mine..? pe bune, ce te uiți așa la mine, crezi că nu știu cine ești? Știu foarte bine cine ești, fraiere. Nu te plângi tu în fiecare zi colegilor de sindicate că viața-i de căcat și c-o să-ți iei lumea-n cap, de parcă ai avea vreodată tupeul să faci chestia asta? N-o să ai tupeul ăsta! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Da, în ziua aia pe Magheru o să treacă o hoardă de inorogi și-o să se cace bezele și-o să se bășească curcubee. Da, în ziua aia o să te duci până la munte, că oricum tupeu să depășești poiana nu cred că ai, pentru că...ești limitat. Asta ești ! Ai căscat, te-ai limitat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Trăiți degeaba. Asta e, trăiți degeaba. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Vă treziți în fiecare dimineață doar pentru că sună ceasu', da de ce l-ați pus să sune habar n-aveți. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Și eu îmi fac griji c-o să sufăr după fata asta... În loc să alerg după ea sau în loc să ma duc să-mi iau și eu o gogoașă ca omu'.. știi ce-mi vine să fac? Să mă duc spre cel mai apropiat cimitir să mă așez pe o bancă și să aștept...A, și să casc. Pentru că oricum toată turma face la fel. Și-mi fac probleme c-o să sufăr&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;după fata asta ? N-o să sufăr, pentru că voi mă futeți &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;încet încet încet încet cu căscatu ăasta al vostru. Până când o să ajungă o gagică ca asta să-mi dea papucii într-o cafenea și mie n-o să-mi mai pese.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;Hopaa, se trezește căscatu ? Mă știi de undeva, ha? Da frate, mă știi. Din telenovela la care căsca nevastă-ta. Ia zi, ți-ai închipuit vreodată că miorlăitul ăla din telenovelă o să-ți spună că trăiești degeaba? Ce zici, te-ai trezit? Sau iți vine în continuare să &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;caști?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:142.5pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="mso-ansi-language: RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FFZjGTm4lOg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;cam asta-i.&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/7119021342765018892-5275921230950995705?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5275921230950995705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/cascat.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5275921230950995705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5275921230950995705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/04/cascat.html' title='Căscat.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FFZjGTm4lOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3345273942836613537</id><published>2011-03-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:32:12.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I collapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mood today: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1xXYeNrW9k&amp;amp;feature=bf_next&amp;amp;list=PL2224221489C9A1EA&amp;amp;index=14"&gt;Eminem - Till I collapse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Cause sometimes you just feel tired&lt;br /&gt;You feel weak and when you feel weak&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you wanna just give up&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta search within you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta find that inner strength&lt;br /&gt;And just pull that shit out of you&lt;br /&gt;And get that motivation to not give up&lt;br /&gt;And not be a quitter&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em&lt;br /&gt;Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' them&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I am not then I am stop pinnin' them&lt;br /&gt;And I am not hip hop and I'm just not Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sendin' them&lt;br /&gt;Women are caught in webs, spin and hauk venom&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline shots of Penicillin could not get the illin' to stop&lt;br /&gt;Amoxacilin is just not real enough&lt;br /&gt;The criminal cop killin' hip hop fillin' minimal swap&lt;br /&gt;To cop millions of pac listeners&lt;br /&gt;Your comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it&lt;br /&gt;Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us&lt;br /&gt;You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up&lt;br /&gt;For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up&lt;br /&gt;You pizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out&lt;br /&gt;I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse&lt;br /&gt;Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out&lt;br /&gt;(Give out from underneath me)&lt;br /&gt;I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is like magic there's a certain feelin' you get&lt;br /&gt;When your real and you spit and people are feelin' your shit&lt;br /&gt;This is your moment and every sin'le minute you spend&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again&lt;br /&gt;So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can&lt;br /&gt;And when your run is over just admit when its at its end&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in&lt;br /&gt;I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in&lt;br /&gt;It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie&lt;br /&gt;Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me&lt;br /&gt;But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me&lt;br /&gt;That's why you see me walk around like nothin's botherin' me&lt;br /&gt;Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me&lt;br /&gt;You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me&lt;br /&gt;The presses wet dream like Bobby and Whitney Nate hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out&lt;br /&gt;I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse&lt;br /&gt;Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;(The roof comes off, the roof comes off)&lt;br /&gt;Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out&lt;br /&gt;Imma rip this shit till my bone collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as a verse starts, I eat it at MC's heart&lt;br /&gt;What is he thinkin'? I'ma not to go against me, smart&lt;br /&gt;And its absurd how people hang on every word&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict&lt;br /&gt;I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers&lt;br /&gt;So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin' at them&lt;br /&gt;The track is on some battlin' raps who want some static&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters&lt;br /&gt;A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Until the roof)&lt;br /&gt;Until the roof&lt;br /&gt;(The roof comes off)&lt;br /&gt;The roof comes off&lt;br /&gt;(Until my legs)&lt;br /&gt;Until my legs&lt;br /&gt;(Give out from)&lt;br /&gt;Underneath me&lt;br /&gt;I will not fall&lt;br /&gt;I will stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Feels like no one could beat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3345273942836613537?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3345273942836613537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/till-i-collapse.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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spune'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5360982560481780475</id><published>2011-03-12T04:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:53:48.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back</title><content type='html'>De fiecare dată când vrei ca timpul să treacă mai repede, să fii mare, să ai o slujbă, să fii la casa ta, să ai copii... gândește-te la asta :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/igm2iGvo-us" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-gonna-miss-this-youre-gonna-want.html' title='You&apos;re gonna miss this, you&apos;re gonna want this back'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/igm2iGvo-us/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4283386178762163948</id><published>2011-03-12T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:42:07.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, don't listen to your heart</title><content type='html'>”Listen to your heaaart”, spunea o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCC_b5WHLX0"&gt;melodie &lt;/a&gt; încântătoare de la Roxette. Măi, nu știu ce să vă zic. I had listened to my heart and I got into shit :) &lt;div&gt;Deci, dacă ar fi să mă întrebați pe mine, eu aș zice: ” No, don't listen to your heart ( deși melodia e minunată), be smart, listen to your brains - they wont cause you so much trouble.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai da, mă, că mă gândesc că.. uneori, nu doar inima noastră bate - ci mai este o inimă, a celuilalt, ale cărei bătăi nu le putem asculta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe your brains don't feel - but they calculate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe they won't make you extremely happy - but they won't make you extremely mad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4283386178762163948?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4283386178762163948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-dont-listen-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4283386178762163948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4283386178762163948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-dont-listen-to-your-heart.html' title='No, don&apos;t listen to your heart'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4053080543753126430</id><published>2011-03-12T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:31:02.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety is not what we need.</title><content type='html'>Siguranța nu ne dă ocazia să fim noi înșine. Dacă avem siguranță, pățim cel mai adesea un lucru groaznic: ne complacem în situație. Și trece timpul pe lângă noi de-aiurea, când n-avem pentru ce lupta. &lt;br /&gt;Adevăratul nostru caracter se revelă în momentul în care suntem puși în situația de a ne zbate - pentru ceva, pentru cineva, sau pentru propriile persoane.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru că numai atunci când trebuie să ne străduim, scoatem ce-i mai bun din noi.. iar acel ” ce-i mai bun din noi” e lucrul de care avem cea mai mare nevoie - acum și aici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4053080543753126430?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4053080543753126430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/safety-is-not-what-we-need.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4053080543753126430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4053080543753126430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/safety-is-not-what-we-need.html' title='Safety is not what we need.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5572007161127956432</id><published>2011-03-08T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:16:08.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femei'/><title type='text'>Un pic de feminism</title><content type='html'>Incă de la începuturi, femeile au avut un statut...mai puțin prioritar decât cel al bărbaților. Și asta nu pentru că ar fi fost mai neștiutoare, mai incapabile sau mai proaste. Ci pentru că erau mai..firave. Multi bărbați aleg să se umfle în pene( gen: ”Oh, ați fi murit daca nu eram noi, ați fi stat acolo în peșteră, flămânde și înfrigurate așteptând cu nerăbdare sfârșitul!”).. Da, FOARTE posibil.saaau.. Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce se întampla era de fapt altfel.. O femeie s-a trezit într-o dimineață cu stomacul gol și ce s-a gândit? ” Sunt -40 de grade afară, iar în peșteră e cald și bine. Aș putea să fac pe deșteapta, să mă dau mare și tare și să trebuiască să ies frumușel din peșteră, să alerg ca proasta după un animăluț pe care apoi să-l ucid cu sînge rece, să-l car până în peșteră, luptându-mă între timp cu vântul, ploaia, grindina, ninsoarea, iar la vară cu căldura insuportabilă! Sau.. Aș putea să pretind că trupul meu e firav, iar eu sunt neajutorată; că ar fi mai potrivit să stau eu acasă și să am grijă de copii..( În fond, bărbații sunt incapabili să aiba grijă de ceva! Ei știu doar să ucidă, să care, să strice, să muncească. Dar să-și pună atenția la contribuție, mai greu.) Bineînțeles, voi părea sensibilă și ei vor crede că trebuie să ma protejeze. Mă vor considera probabil inferioară un timp, dar voi avea stomacul plin și pielea fină, nebatută de vînt! Și ce e cel mai important..nu voi fi nicio clipă pusă în pericol.”&lt;br /&gt;Desigur, a ales ce-a de-a doua variantă. &lt;br /&gt;Și,într-adevăr, bărbații s-au umflat în pene de numa-numa, dar n-au aflat niciodată adevărul. &lt;br /&gt;Ei cred că au lumea la degetul mic. O au. Iar noi îi avem pe ei la degetul mic. &lt;br /&gt;Ei cred că sunt puternici pentru că pot face TOTUL. Ei bine, ei n-ar fi putut să facă astăzi TOTUL dacă noi nu îi motivam în trecut. &lt;br /&gt;Ei susțin sus și tare că se pot descurca și fără noi, că sunt independenți, că nu au nevoie de  nimic din partea femeilor. Dar în tot acest timp ne țin de mână și se sperie când nu ne găsesc acolo unde ne-au lăsat. &lt;br /&gt;Ei spun că nu le pasă, dar îi înjură de mama focului pe cei care ne vorbesc urât, pe cei care ne abordează, pe cei care se arată interesați.&lt;br /&gt;Ei se cred duri, dar când ne jucăm în părul lor sunt doar niște pisicuțe alintate. &lt;br /&gt;Iar noi... noi să ne prefacem, ca femeia din peșteră, inocente, firave, neajutorate.. să-i lăsăm să se creadă tigri..pisicuțele noastre răsfățate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h6cK4iBa3k/TXZElkS1tQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ip2Kl55fyxE/s1600/shoot_kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h6cK4iBa3k/TXZElkS1tQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ip2Kl55fyxE/s400/shoot_kitten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581724200360850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5572007161127956432?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5572007161127956432/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-pic-de-feminism.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5572007161127956432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5572007161127956432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-pic-de-feminism.html' title='Un pic de feminism'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h6cK4iBa3k/TXZElkS1tQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ip2Kl55fyxE/s72-c/shoot_kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7030578865247846836</id><published>2011-02-13T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T04:05:44.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primal Fear .or what we should say when there's nothing left to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtY5NG8xUnY/TVfJCpliwBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dC16CRRs2aE/s1600/PrimalFear_Still_PK_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtY5NG8xUnY/TVfJCpliwBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dC16CRRs2aE/s400/PrimalFear_Still_PK_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573144111254519826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First day in Law School, my professor says 2 things: &lt;div&gt;1. Next time your momma says she loves you, get a second opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you want justice, go to a whore-house. You wanna get fucked, go to Court."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Him: Oh come on. Let's go find a bar where they allow smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Her: Thank you for the invite, but I don't like one-night-stands all that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Him: We saw eachother for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Her: It was a one night stand, Marty. It just lasted 6 months."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7030578865247846836?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7030578865247846836/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/02/primal-fear-or-what-we-should-say-when.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7030578865247846836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7030578865247846836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/02/primal-fear-or-what-we-should-say-when.html' title='Primal Fear .or what we should say when there&apos;s nothing left to say'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtY5NG8xUnY/TVfJCpliwBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dC16CRRs2aE/s72-c/PrimalFear_Still_PK_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5833908558061579576</id><published>2011-01-12T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:34:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nu poţi învinge leoaica dacă îi ameninţi puii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5833908558061579576?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5833908558061579576/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/01/nu-poti-invinge-leoaica-daca-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5833908558061579576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5833908558061579576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/01/nu-poti-invinge-leoaica-daca-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5467244958478764401</id><published>2011-01-10T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:06:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate not knowing what people think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TSs8o1xpEHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kNMe1yToZic/s1600/yes__you__by_thingsaregonnachange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TSs8o1xpEHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kNMe1yToZic/s400/yes__you__by_thingsaregonnachange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560604837246734450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac cartile deschise. &lt;div&gt;Tu ma enervezi cand ma privesti si-mi transmiti, indirect, atatea reprosuri. De parca ar fi fost vreun moment vina mea. N-am gresit cu nimic, sunt perfecta - am fost perfecta, dar n-a avut cine sa stie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignoranţa distruge suflete - şi inimi. iar tu ai aerul unei persoane care ştie lucrul ăsta şi se foloseşte de el ca atare. vrei să faci rău - vei primi răul înapoi. şi n-ai să fii iertat. nici eu n-am să te iert, nu sunt martiră. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What goes around, comes around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de asta poţi fi sigur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu n-ai înţeles  niciodată scopul vieţii. Treci aşa, ca gâsca prin apă şi nu te dor picioarele. O să te doară mai târziu când vei vedea că n-ai rămas cu nimic - că asta-i tot în viaţă, să rămâi cu ceva, sau să rămână alţii cu ceva de pe urma ta. Tu n-ai lăsat nimănui nimic niciodată, ai trăit pe cont propriu şi n-ai ştiut să ierţi. că n-ai iubit, că dac-ai fi iubit ai fi-nţeles ce spun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici n-o să-ţi pară rău, nici n-ai să simţi - poate doar peste câţiva ani când vei ajunge intr-o seară acasă şi patu-ţi va fi gol - sau mai rău, în el va fi o femeie pe care n-o iubeşti, pe care n-ai iubit-o niciodată şi-ţi vei dori ca patul să te-aştepte rece, străin şi gol. Ce trist ar fi să fie aşa, nu ? Nu-ţi face griji, oricum ar fi tot n-ai să fii mulţumit, că, na, aşa-i omul ( bărbatul, in special). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5467244958478764401?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5467244958478764401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-not-knowing-what-people-think.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5467244958478764401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5467244958478764401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-not-knowing-what-people-think.html' title='i hate not knowing what people think.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TSs8o1xpEHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kNMe1yToZic/s72-c/yes__you__by_thingsaregonnachange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1775782048435979914</id><published>2010-12-18T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:58:54.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like myself today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TQywBehYe6I/AAAAAAAAATo/h9dgrQzBLJs/s1600/061220101468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TQywBehYe6I/AAAAAAAAATo/h9dgrQzBLJs/s400/061220101468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552005980060416930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;I hate winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it because it's cold. And my hands and feet are always frozen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You used to melt my heart one year ago - you can't do it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized - lately- that it's nice to live for yourself. Trust yourself- and not somebody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realized that I'm too young to love , to hate, to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I stopped caring, because it doesn't fit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel you inside my bones anymore. Because you're not there anymore. Nobody is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I like it like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can have anything I want. Because I'm great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My self-esteem is high.Because I deserve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want somebody else. I don't want anything...anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;! Hey ! Listen ! Bif Naked - I love myself today :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKjwRzutjx0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKjwRzutjx0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1775782048435979914?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1775782048435979914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-myself-today.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1775782048435979914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1775782048435979914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-myself-today.html' title='I like myself today.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TQywBehYe6I/AAAAAAAAATo/h9dgrQzBLJs/s72-c/061220101468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6683765940531198168</id><published>2010-11-14T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T04:12:58.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suntem...</title><content type='html'>Suntem toti sori. Si fiecare in parte. &lt;div&gt;Mai stralucitori, mai luminosi, mai bosumflati intr-o zi innorata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai rosii dimineata si seara, mai obositi dup'amiaza si mai palizi iarna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem artisti. Actori in propriul nostru film. Si scenaristi. Si regizori. Iar viata noastra e o scena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem, asa cum a spus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;, carti necitite. Cu pagini scrise sau nescrise inca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem prea mari. Sau prea mici. depinde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem asa cum vrem sa fim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem calatori prin viata. cu un mijloc de transport rapid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar inainte de toate, suntem liberi. Suntem pasari in inaltul cerului. Putem urca, pluti sau putem cadea. Putem zbura intr-o directie, sau putem calatori spre&lt;b&gt; nicaieri&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TN_R6G49_WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_8DgfMHWN5k/s1600/shy_by_fixmein_45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TN_R6G49_WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_8DgfMHWN5k/s400/shy_by_fixmein_45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539376862901173602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6683765940531198168?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6683765940531198168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/11/suntem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6683765940531198168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6683765940531198168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/11/suntem.html' title='Suntem...'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TN_R6G49_WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_8DgfMHWN5k/s72-c/shy_by_fixmein_45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6755814545283369739</id><published>2010-09-09T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T02:05:36.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never trust Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TIijUUsaozI/AAAAAAAAASw/e5QSei1xGUo/s1600/__MisTake___by_J_o3y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TIijUUsaozI/AAAAAAAAASw/e5QSei1xGUo/s400/__MisTake___by_J_o3y.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514837313262887730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e slăbiciune, nu putere - cum se spune de obicei.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e durere - nu incântare.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e dependenţă - nu libertate.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e egoism şi generozitate - într-o concentraţie ce iţi poate fi fatală.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să nu crezi niciodată ca iubeşti - şi dacă iubeşti - să nu crezi niciodată că e bine. La inceput e totul miraculos...Primul sărut, prima îmbrăţişare, prima plimbare.. Până când intr-o zi..apare prima contrazicere, prima ceartă, primul ţipăt, prima lacrimă, prima ocară, primul regret, primul gând de genul " ce s-ar fi intâmplat dacă...". Dar nu contează &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ce s-ar fi întâmplat dacă..&lt;/span&gt; pentru că acel &lt;i&gt;dacă &lt;/i&gt;e doar o ipoteză, e un semn al îndoielii. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ştii ce trebuie să faci când îţi vine prima dată gândul despărţirii? Să-l ignori. La fel şi a doua oară- dar nu fără să îţi pui un semn de întrebare. Treptat, vei vedea ca semnele de întrebare se adună - zece, douazeci, treizeci, o sută... Şi vei încerca să-ţi recapeţi curajul pe care-l aveai atunci, întâia oară - când erai atât de hotărâtă să spui &lt;i&gt;Adio! ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu te întreba niciodată ce te vei face fără el - mereu va fi mai bine fără. Când certurile ajung să fie mai dese şi mai copleşitoare decât surprizele, decât bucuriile, decât întâlnirile- şi mai ales decât toate la un loc - atunci ştii ca ţi-e mai bine fără.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ai nevoie de toate astea - o viaţă ai - şi nu merită trăită în chin, suferinţă şi certuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O viaţă ai - şi faptul că e una singură îţi dă dreptul să spui &lt;i&gt;Adio!&lt;/i&gt; oricât de des vrei şi simţi nevoia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleacă! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uită! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Şi nu privi înapoi ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niciodată...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;să nu priveşti înapoi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mergi înainte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cântă,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visează,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;râzi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iubeşte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uită...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uită că te-ai născut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uită că trebuie să mori, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar nu uita să trăieşti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Şi ţine minte: dragostea e doar un pretext ca să ne mascăm slăbiciunea. Spunem că iubim atunci când ne obişnuim cu prezenţa cuiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spunem că iubim .. atunci cand ne e frică să o luăm de la capăt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6755814545283369739?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6755814545283369739/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-trust-love.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6755814545283369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6755814545283369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-trust-love.html' title='Never trust Love.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TIijUUsaozI/AAAAAAAAASw/e5QSei1xGUo/s72-c/__MisTake___by_J_o3y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1180895325407475852</id><published>2010-08-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:48:34.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time after time'/><title type='text'>No You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Luni, marti, miercuri, joi, vineri... Nici nu stii cat de greu au trecut zilele astea. Inimaginabil de greu trece timpul fara tine. Secundele parca se lungesc, minutele refuza sa se mai termine, iar orele...Orele zabovesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Si gandeste-te ca mai urmeaza o sambata, o duminica, si apoi o iau de la capat cu o alta zi de luni, o alta zi de marti...si celelalte dubluri plicticoase si identice ale tuturor zilelor de saptamana asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;**Stiai ca 14 zile cuprind 1 209 600 de secunde? Iti dai seama cat timp?! Si tu ziceai ca e putin!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nimic nu e la fel cand nu esti aici. Ti-am zis si tie, nici casa nu vrea sa ma mai tina. Ma inabusa cu caldura si cu o atmosfera apasatoare si mi-e din ce in ce mai greu sa respir. Si nu ma refer la astm - nuu; crede-ma, lipsa ta e mult mai grava decat astmul. Nu poate fi tratata cu doua pastilute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hai, vino, pune-mi catusele si reda-mi libertatea! pentru ca - da, tot ce ma leaga de tine, ma elibereaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sunt inchisa fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Ziceam si eu asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUtLCMBUOI/AAAAAAAAASI/i2YfPW3vCEE/s1600/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUtLCMBUOI/AAAAAAAAASI/i2YfPW3vCEE/s400/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509359386746769634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1180895325407475852?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1180895325407475852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-you.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1180895325407475852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1180895325407475852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-you.html' title='No You'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUtLCMBUOI/AAAAAAAAASI/i2YfPW3vCEE/s72-c/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5170811439178483413</id><published>2010-08-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:28:08.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><title type='text'>Perfection is not what you want!</title><content type='html'>She's the perfect woman.&lt;div&gt;She's beautiful, she's hot, and she's never got issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can look at herself in the mirror for hours- and you know that you can spend exactly the same time looking at her too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's amazing in every single way. She turns you on and she gives what you want, with only one condition: always give her what she wants. If you can't promise her that, expect what's worse from her: she'll stop being an angel, a become the devil.  The most cruel one. She'll stop being kind - she'll become mean and disrespectful. She'll cheat on you with every guy that wants her - and trust me, every guy wants her!. And she'll pretend she's never loved you- even if her heart will be dying inside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUoT6p2WkI/AAAAAAAAASA/NqV0OfSZliQ/s1600/Nude_F_by_opticverve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUoT6p2WkI/AAAAAAAAASA/NqV0OfSZliQ/s400/Nude_F_by_opticverve.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509354041785080386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5170811439178483413?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5170811439178483413/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfection-is-not-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5170811439178483413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5170811439178483413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfection-is-not-what-you-want.html' title='Perfection is not what you want!'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUoT6p2WkI/AAAAAAAAASA/NqV0OfSZliQ/s72-c/Nude_F_by_opticverve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4808650759299626721</id><published>2010-08-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T06:47:11.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Einstein'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try not to become a man of success, but rather a man of value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Success is accomplishing the thing that you want to accomplish. To most of the human race, success is strictly related to money.  And so i wonder - what did Einstein mean when he said "not to become a man of success"? Do not become a rich man? I think so, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Being a man of value is a hard thing. It's complicated to make people think about you as a valuable man - but it's harder to be a successful unvaluable person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's always hard to make things right - but it is easier that leaving them as wrong as you made them by a mistake. It's hard to face your conscience. It's the hardest thing on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's easier to be poor and honest, and loved by the other - "a man of value" - than a man rich, envied, abandoned "successful man". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-left: 20px; color: rgb(136, 0, 0); "&gt;Repentance is good but innocence is better.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUeUP1wHiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0M8WLri04zg/s1600/einstein010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUeUP1wHiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0M8WLri04zg/s400/einstein010.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509343052355870242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4808650759299626721?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4808650759299626721/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/try-not-to-become-man-of-success-but.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4808650759299626721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4808650759299626721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/08/try-not-to-become-man-of-success-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/THUeUP1wHiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0M8WLri04zg/s72-c/einstein010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5982346076527316078</id><published>2010-07-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:49:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TD3OY5JGBOI/AAAAAAAAARw/oGk2RyQFf5Y/s1600/sweet_november_2_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TD3OY5JGBOI/AAAAAAAAARw/oGk2RyQFf5Y/s400/sweet_november_2_51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493774047513019618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ceea ce oamenii NU stiu.. e ca totul in viata are un motiv sau ar trebui sa aiba un motiv.. si daca acel motiv nu exista ei se confrunta cu doua optiuni: sa gaseasca un motiv sau sa renunte sa mai spere. din pacate, majoritatea persoanelor aleg ( irational) sa renunte.  cea mai proasta alegere, as spune eu. pentru ca .. viata fiecaruia are o cale de urmat. iar renuntarile..nu sunt o parte din ea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;viata trebuie sa fie asa cum fiecare vrea sa o aiba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;pentru ca in final.. amintirile sunt totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;amintirile altora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;despre modul cum ti-ai trait tu viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5982346076527316078?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5982346076527316078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/ceea-ce-oamenii-nu-stiu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5982346076527316078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5982346076527316078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/ceea-ce-oamenii-nu-stiu.html' title='sweet memories'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TD3OY5JGBOI/AAAAAAAAARw/oGk2RyQFf5Y/s72-c/sweet_november_2_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1196452997135556878</id><published>2010-07-10T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T05:16:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts. so we lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDhklQVfjcI/AAAAAAAAARo/V5HRRXlSq0k/s1600/World_We__re_Given_by_brittanycruickshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDhklQVfjcI/AAAAAAAAARo/V5HRRXlSq0k/s400/World_We__re_Given_by_brittanycruickshank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492250336781372866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uneori &lt;div&gt;nu stii ce vrei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nici nu are cine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa te-ajute sa-ntelegi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si e atat de greu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa te prefaci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca poti sa mai continui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cand tot ce vrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sa pui stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa fugi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa ai , sa dai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa ceri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-alergi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa mergi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa-ncerci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa poti , sa vrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa vii , sa pleci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa ai , sa dai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si sa primesti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da, trebuie sa primesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mereu ceva in schimb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca cine face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceva pentru nimic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cand stii c-acasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te-asteapta acelasi scandal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aceleasi mutre schimonosite de vreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si de povara zilelor care nu se mai termină,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de greutatea vietii pe care o au in cârdăşie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iţi vine sa-ti iei lumea-n cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si sa fugi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tot ce ti-ai dorit vreodata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa renunti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca asta iti spune tie inima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca e usor sa fugi , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si ca e greu sa stai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar trebuie sa stii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca intre a nu simti nimic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si-a suferi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e preferabila durerea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si totusi uiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca uneori &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel mai simplu lucru pe care l-ai putea face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e cel care te poate salva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uneori &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa fii copil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tot ce trebuie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1196452997135556878?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1196452997135556878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-hurts-so-we-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1196452997135556878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1196452997135556878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-hurts-so-we-lie.html' title='it hurts. so we lie.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDhklQVfjcI/AAAAAAAAARo/V5HRRXlSq0k/s72-c/World_We__re_Given_by_brittanycruickshank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5739348929968569109</id><published>2010-07-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:20:29.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si ce vrei sa-ti spun? Ca ma pierd in ochii ei negri?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDNXqA2wynI/AAAAAAAAARg/U3uUQlqGFb8/s1600/eu+cand+vreau+sa+fluier,+fluier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDNXqA2wynI/AAAAAAAAARg/U3uUQlqGFb8/s320/eu+cand+vreau+sa+fluier,+fluier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490828749990578802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"- Ai fost vreodata in Braila?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Pacat. Daca veneai, poate ne cunosteam si ieseam si noi la o cafea.[...] Vrei sa iesim la o cafea?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Vrei sa mergem la o cafea?!&lt;br /&gt;- ...Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai prieten?&lt;br /&gt;- Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Si ce daca? Mergem la o cafea, nu facem nimic. "&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Eu cand vreau sa fluier, fluier&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E ca si cum povestea noastra nici nu s-a sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5739348929968569109?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5739348929968569109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-ce-vrei-sa-ti-spun-ca-ma-pierd-in.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5739348929968569109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5739348929968569109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-ce-vrei-sa-ti-spun-ca-ma-pierd-in.html' title='Si ce vrei sa-ti spun? Ca ma pierd in ochii ei negri?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TDNXqA2wynI/AAAAAAAAARg/U3uUQlqGFb8/s72-c/eu+cand+vreau+sa+fluier,+fluier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7709822726273172164</id><published>2010-07-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:22:34.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;" The human life is made up of choices: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; Yes or No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;In or Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Up or Down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; and then there are the choices that matter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;To love or hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to be a hero or to be a coward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to fight or to give in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;to live.. or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;live or die&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;that's the important choic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/size="medium"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and it's not always in our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grey's Anatomy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;S06E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;there are millions of times in our lives when we have to make choices. we make choices every day, so much that we get to make choices not only for ourselves, but for others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;we get to decide who we'll be spending our life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and we get to make mistakes. a lot of mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;but the most important moments in our lives are the ones that we can't control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;the ones when the choice isn't ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;all the rest are just piece of cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;it's way harder to wait, to hope to be chosen - than to choose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7709822726273172164?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7709822726273172164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/choices.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7709822726273172164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7709822726273172164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/07/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4517066468464695213</id><published>2010-06-29T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:41:37.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I am is me.</title><content type='html'>Un..prieten m-a intrebat azi daca ma simt bine in pielea mea.. intrebare pe care ar fi fost normal sa mi-o pun eu de cateva ori inainte. Am raspuns da. si apoi m-am gandit la niste argumente.  Nu exista raspuns hotarat, fara sa existe argumente. Apoi mi-am dat seama: ma simt bine in pielea mea pentru ca am invatat sa nu fac nimic de care mi-ar putea fi rusine mai tarziu.&lt;div&gt;Ma simt bine in pielea mea pentru ca de nenumarate ori mi s-a spus, si am aflat si singura, ca pot face orice; trebuie doar sa-mi doresc. Am darul unei persoane care obtine tot ce vrea. Si  asta se intampla pe bune, nu sunt doar increzuta. Se intampla pentru ca.. eu cred in visele mele. cred in ce vreau.. si continui sa visez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma simt bine in pielea mea pentru ca sunt inconjurata de persoane minunate. care ma iubesc. care ma sustin. si care stiu ca oricand vor avea nevoie, voi fi acolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu imi place sa ranesc pe nimeni. imi place sa ajut. imi place sa fac bine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand simt ca fac rau, ma ascund. incerc sa opresc raul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gresesc des, gresesc fara sa vreau, gresesc din neatentie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi incerc sa-mi repar greseala. Uneori reusesc, alteori nu. cand nu reusesc - fug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sunt perfecta; nu am pretins vreodata ca sunt perfecta. Cei ce ma iubesc si-au asumat riscul de a iubi o persoana imperfecta, si se descurca destul de bine. suporta voiniceste imperfectiunile. Si asa trebuie sa fie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca sunt om si am nevoie de iubire si stiu sa inapoiez iubirea pe care o primesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt om si gresesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt om si trebuie sa fiu iertata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4517066468464695213?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4517066468464695213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-i-am-is-me.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4517066468464695213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4517066468464695213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-i-am-is-me.html' title='All I am is me.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5810110433127407364</id><published>2010-06-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:18:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time of death 19:30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TCX-CiCSKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/AJHg7EGf2Lk/s1600/P6010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TCX-CiCSKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/AJHg7EGf2Lk/s320/P6010147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487071040470395186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se intampla. mai devreme sau mai tarziu. we all die. totul e bine - sau nu - si deodata nu mai e. nu numai ca nu mai e bine, dar nu mai e nimic. nici bine, nici rau - deodata totul se opreste. ca un ceas. un ceas care se opreste nu arata nici ora buna, nici ora rea - nu arata nimic, sau le arata pe amandoua. o data pe zi arata ora corecta. &lt;div&gt;Si dupa asta, dupa ce te opresti ca un ceas, mai ai dorinte?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si daca lumanarea de la capataiul tau e o tigara aprinsa - iti mai pasa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si daca mormantul tau e sub un salcam , cu vedere la lac - ce se intampla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu esti intr-un cimitir - asta inseamna ca n-ai sa fii un cadavru mancat de viermi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inseamna ca vei fi un cadavru mancat de viermi, la umbra unui salcam, cu vedere la lac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cel putin celelalte cadavre mancate de viermi n-o sa te plictiseasca - cu  povestile mortilor lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La un punct in viata ta, devii blestemat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acelasi lucru care iti ofera darul vietii si celelalte rahaturi , te blesteama. Iti ofera un secol - sau jumatate de secol , sau un sfert, daca esti ghinionist - de viata -  si o eternitate in care sa fii un cadavru mancat de viermi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uimitor, calaul tau e Timpul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timpul isi ingroapa singur mortii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-si sapa singur groapa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;bineinteles ca e asa&lt;/span&gt;. Daca nu si-ar sapa-o singur , cine ar face-o pentru el?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ii ucide pe toti - si cate din victimele sale ar fi capabile sa-l ierte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niciuna, cel mai probabil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I love my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5810110433127407364?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5810110433127407364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-of-death-1930.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5810110433127407364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5810110433127407364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-of-death-1930.html' title='time of death 19:30'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/TCX-CiCSKTI/AAAAAAAAARY/AJHg7EGf2Lk/s72-c/P6010147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1423717931319377686</id><published>2010-06-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:35:33.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='România de azi'/><title type='text'>România de ieri, de azi, dar...mâine?</title><content type='html'>E 2010, un an in care, indiferent dacă alegem să vedem sau nu, lucrurile încep să meargă din ce în ce mai prost. De fapt, stai, că lucrurile au mers prost şi înainte în România - încep să mă-ntreb dacă au mers vreodată cu adevărat bine.mă îndoiesc- dar acum începe să se observe un început al sfârşitului. &lt;div&gt;Viaţa a fost grea dintotdeauna aici, ştiu bine şi eu - ştiţi bine şi voi. Legile lipsite de bun simţ care ni se aplică acum sunt doar aşa, ceva la care ne aşteptam de mult timp, iar oamenii simpli obişnuiesc să-i spună "colac peste pupăză". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciudat e că aici, deşi regulile există şi  sunt aplicate!, ele sunt respectate doar de păturile considerate inferioare ale societăţii. Şi mai ciudat de atât e reciprocitatea acestei teorii. Oamenii inferiori sunt consideraţi inferiori tocmai pentru că.. ei  bine, se supun regulilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceea ce lipseşte cu desăvârşire în ţărişoara noastră este respectul. Faţă de oameni, faţă de drepturi, faţă de obligaţii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constituţia prevede clar existenţa unei grupări politice pricepute, care să lupte pentru restul ţării şi să se ocupe ca dreptatea să fie la ea acasă. Întrebare: care parte din această poveste a fost înţeleasă greşit de &lt;del&gt;dobitocii ale căror creiere par să fi fugit pe meleaguri îndepărtate&lt;/del&gt; omuleţii politici din România, pentru că în loc de personalităţi capabile de reuşită, am primit nişte rataţi lacomi, al căror ideal este &lt;del&gt;să se spele la fund cu banii noştri&lt;/del&gt; să fure ce şi cum pot şi să nu le ajungă nici măcar atunci când se simt deja cu musca pe căciulă - şi toată lumea poate să observe fără probleme musca de pe căciula lor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E trist, e foarte trist că s-a ajuns aici - România de azi mă face să mă gândesc la anul 2012. Nu s-ar purifica oare lumea dacă lichenii ăştia ar dispărea definitiv? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ştii, cred că dacă Dumnezeu i-ar mai spune încă o dată lui Noe să facă o arcă şi să salveze câte doi omuleţi din fiecare naţiune, la urcare ar fi scrise două lucruri: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;! No smoking ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;şi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;! Interzisă intrarea românilor !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1423717931319377686?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1423717931319377686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/romania-de-ieri-de-azi-darmaine.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1423717931319377686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1423717931319377686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/romania-de-ieri-de-azi-darmaine.html' title='România de ieri, de azi, dar...mâine?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-953140718893176592</id><published>2010-06-13T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:57:27.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greseli..</title><content type='html'>Facem greseli in fiecare zi. Tot felul de greseli.&lt;div&gt;Alegem hainele gresite, pentru ca uneori e cald , apoi ploua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa facem lucruri gresite, pe care ori ni le dorim, ori le facem din obligatie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gresim la tot pasul, cu nerusinare chiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne alegem gresit prietenii, scoala, facultatea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ne purtam idealuri pe culmi eronate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne alegem cai gresite in viata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa inselam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa mintim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa tacem, atunci cand ar trebui sa vorbim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa ramanem impasibili atunci cand ar trebui sa actionam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegem sa ne speriem atunci cand ar trebui sa fim calmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, greselile sunt probabil o foaaaarte mare parte din viata noastra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele sunt cel mai rau , dar si cel mai bun lucru pentru fiecare din noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, sunt rele pentru ca... ei bine, sunt greseli. si in fond, ranesc pe cineva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe noi, pe cei dragi noua, pe cei dragi celor dragi noua. dar ranesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insa bunatatea lor... nu e bunatate propriu-zisa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ci mai mult UTILITATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singurul lucru bun pe care il putem face atunci cand am gresit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sa ALEGEM SA INVATAM DIN GRESELI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oamenii mari nu sunt cei care nu au facut greseli, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ci cei care au facut greseli si care au ales sa nu le repete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greselile sunt peste tot, la tot pasul, uneori este greu sa le mai deosebim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de lucrurile bune. Exista oameni care se nasc, zilnic, din greseli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarcini nedorite, vieti nefericite, acesta e secolul 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar un lucru pot sa iti spun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;eu in viata ta, dragul meu, nu sunt o greseala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-953140718893176592?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/953140718893176592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/greseli.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/953140718893176592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/953140718893176592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/greseli.html' title='Greseli..'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3532127392318143229</id><published>2010-06-03T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T03:29:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... tie.</title><content type='html'>Nimeni nu intelege nimic niciodata.&lt;div&gt;nu sunt o persoana care sa fie inteleasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nimeni, inafara de tine, n-o sa stie vreodata cui ii sunt adresate lucrurile astea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar e bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Am o gramada de regrete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mai stii cand imi reprosai ca mereu spun , dupa ce fac ceva, ca mai bine nu mai faceam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aveai dreptate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar cand nu ai avut tu dreptate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...cand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dragut ca pot sa iti spun lucrurile astea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nimeni , nici macar eu, sa nu stie ca ajung la tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ca si cum as vorbi cu mine insami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in sinea mea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si tu ai auzi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esti Dumnezeul meu uneori. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3532127392318143229?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3532127392318143229/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/tie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3532127392318143229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3532127392318143229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/tie.html' title='... tie.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3179124257837207242</id><published>2010-06-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:12:52.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi pare rau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"   style="  margin-top: 5px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="sqtdq" style="background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/we_never_understand_how_little_we_need_in_this/176434.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the &lt;b&gt;loss&lt;/b&gt; of it&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;&lt;img align="middle" width="11" height="9" src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as3.gif" title="Author Popularity 6/10" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/james_matthew_barrie/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;James Matthew Barrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;Atat de adevarat! Imi lipsesti atat de tare uneori, incat te vad peste tot. Vad litere pe cladiri si ma gandesc ce-ar fi daca acela ar fi de fapt scrisul tau si daca tu ai fi fost acolo inaintea mea. As imbratisa probabil umbra ta, iar mana care o strange pe a mea acum ar deveni atat de straina.. Nici nu stiu unde sa te mai caut, in vise chipul nu ti-e clar si parca nu esti tu. Imbratisarea ta parca e , totusi, aceeasi. Cum imi sopteai tu la ureche " Nu pot sa am incredere..". Bineinteles ca nu puteai, nici eu nu aveam, nici eu nu am, nici eu nu voi avea vreodata. Suntem la fel noi doi, dar e prea tarziu sa iti spun asta. pentru ca tu nu esti aici. pentru ca nu vei mai fi vreodata. pentru ca nici nu pot sa iti mai cer sa fii aici, nici nu stiu daca asta vreau. Nu stiu ce vreau, de fapt. Dar am stiut vreodata? Spune-mi tu, care ma cunosti atat de bine, sau cel putin ma cunosteai.. Am stiut vreodata ce vreau? Daca as fi stiut, as mai fi plecat..? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;Imi pare rau acum. si tu stii asta. mereu ai stiut asta. si mi-ai si spus-o de la inceput. ti-as spune ca ai avut dreptate,dar... nu am de unde sa te iau ca sa iti spun asta.. sau poate ca am , dar pur si simplu nu imi sta in caracter sa recunosc. Da.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;iar tu.. tu stii ca aceste lucruri iti sunt adresate, mai mult decat oricui, tie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt;si cand ai sa citesti randurile astea, scrie ceva.. undeva.. ca eu sa citesc si sa stiu ca-i scrisul tau.. sa stiu ca ai citit. sa stiu ca stii ca-mi pare rau. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3179124257837207242?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3179124257837207242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/imi-pare-rau.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3179124257837207242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3179124257837207242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/06/imi-pare-rau.html' title='Imi pare rau'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2780865603907079523</id><published>2010-03-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:36:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contratimp.sau esecul unei iubiri perfecte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Motto: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Iar cand incepem sa-l experimentam pe "impreuna" nu inseamna catusi de putin ca unisonul a fost obtinut, ca am reusit sa vrem sa facem, in acelasi timp, acelasi lucru. Nimeni nu poate simti clipa de clipa ceea ce vrea celalalt ca el sa simta. Mereu va fi  nevoie de unul care sa cedeze, sa aiba intelepciunea sau generozitatea de a se plia pe "seria temporala" a celuilalt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gabriel Liiceanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Si bineinteles, nu sunt eu aceea! Sau cel putin, nu de fiecare data. Nu ma simt in stare sa renunt la mine, la dorintele mele, la sentimentele mele pentru nimic in lume. nici macar pentru tine. Nu vreau, nu pot si m-am saturat sa dau de fiecare data ceea ce mi se cere. M-am saturat sa iert doar pentru ca mi se cere asta, m-am saturat sa uit, doar pentru ca cei din jur uita, m-am saturat sa fac asa si pe dincolo ca sa fie totul cum VREM. zic vrem , desi ma refer la VREI. E doar asa, o chestie de politete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Vreau sa fiu pe primul plan, da. si vreau sa fiu singura care conteaza, da. Si poate ca as fi de acord ca cer prea mult, daca nu as oferi exact acelasi lucru in schimb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dar nu. eu iti ofer toate astea. si le vreau inapoi. pentru ca altfel voi inceta sa mai ofer. iar asta se va intampla atunci cand nu voi mai iubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Si cainii stiu lucrurile astea. da-i unui caine mancare si el te va apara. da-i afectiune si iti va da afectiune. dar daca nu ii dai nimic.. iti va  da si el nimic inapoi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Poate ca imi e doar frica, nu vreau sa fiu eu cea care sa iubeasca mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sau poate ca pur si simplu nu ( te) inteleg. dar ma indoiesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu am fost ca tine. stiu ce vrei tu. si stiu ce simti tu. si mai stiu ca atunci cand eram ca tine, s-a gasit cineva care sa ma invete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dar tu nu ai fost ca mine. tu nu ai simtit, nu ai gandit  si nu ai iubit ca  mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Si daca nu te lasi invatat, nici n-ai sa ajungi vreodata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2780865603907079523?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2780865603907079523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/contratimpsau-esecul-unei-iubiri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2780865603907079523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2780865603907079523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/contratimpsau-esecul-unei-iubiri.html' title='contratimp.sau esecul unei iubiri perfecte'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5040963788099441568</id><published>2010-03-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:08:13.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S553aLayToI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Uqwr4-zMKz8/s1600-h/nostalgic__by_magnesina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S553aLayToI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Uqwr4-zMKz8/s320/nostalgic__by_magnesina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448923890790321794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Paradoxul vremurilor noastre în istorie este ca avem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cladiri mai mari, dar suflete mai mici;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;autostrazi mai largi, dar minti mai înguste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheltuim mai mult, dar avem mai putin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cumparam mai mult, dar ne bucuram mai putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avem case mai mari, dar familii mai mici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avem mai multe accesorii, dar mai putin timp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;avem mai multe functii, dar mai putina minte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mai multe cunostinte, dar mai putina judecata;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mai multi experti si totusi mai multe probleme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mai multa medicina, dar mai putina sanatate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bem prea mult, fumam prea mult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheltuim prea nesabuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Râdem prea putin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Conducem prea repede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ne enervam prea tare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ne culcam prea târziu, ne sculam prea obositi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Citim prea putin, ne uitam prea mult la televizor si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ne rugam prea rar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ne-am multiplicat averile, dar ne-am redus valorile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vorbim prea mult, iubim prea rar si urâm prea des.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am învatat cum sa ne câstigam existenta, dar nu cum sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ne facem o viata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am adaugat ani vietii si nu viata anilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am ajuns pâna la luna si înapoi, dar avem probleme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;când trebuie sa traversam strada sa facem cunostinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cu un vecin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am cucerit spatiul cosmic, dar nu si pe cel interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am facut lucruri mai mari, dar nu si mai bune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am curatat aerul, dar am poluat solul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am cucerit atomul, dar nu si prejudecatile noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Scriem mai mult, dar învatam mai putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Planuim mai multe, dar realizam mai putine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am învatat sa ne grabim, dar nu si sa asteptam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am construit mai multe calculatoare: sa detina mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;multe informatii, sa produca mai multe copii ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;niciodata, dar comunicam din ce în ce mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile fast-food-urilor si digestiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;încete; oamenilor mari si caracterelor meschine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;profiturilor rapide si relatiilor superficiale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile în care avem doua venituri, dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mai multe divorturi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Case mai frumoase, dar camine destramate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile în care avem excursii rapide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;scutece de unica folosinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;moralitate de doi bani, aventuri de-o noapte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;corpuri supraponderale si pastile care îti induc orice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;stare, de la bucurie, la liniste si la moarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunt niste vremuri în care sunt prea multe vitrine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dar nimic în interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vremuri în care tehnologia îti poate aduce aceasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;scrisoare si în care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;poti decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fie sa împartasesti acest punct de vedere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fie sa stergi aceste randuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-ti petreci timp cu persoanele iubite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pentru ca nu vor fi lânga tine o eternitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui o vorba buna copilului care te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;veneraza, pentru ca acel copil va creste curând si va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pleca de lânga tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-l îmbratisezi cu dragoste pe cel de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lânga tine pentru ca aceasta este singura comoara pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;care o poti oferi cu inima si nu te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui “TE IUBESC” partenerului si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;persoanelor pe care le îndragesti, dar mai ales sa o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;spui din inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O sarutare si o îmbratisare vor alina durerea atunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;când sunt sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-i tii pe cei dragi de mâna si sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pretuiesti acel moment pentru ca într-o zi acea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;persoana nu va mai fi lânga tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fa-ti timp sa iubesti, fa-ti timp sa vorbesti, fa-ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;timp sa împartasesti gândurile pretioase pe care le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Octavian Paler, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradoxul zilelor noastre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5040963788099441568?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5040963788099441568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/paradoxul-vremurilor-noastre-in-istorie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5040963788099441568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5040963788099441568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/paradoxul-vremurilor-noastre-in-istorie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S553aLayToI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Uqwr4-zMKz8/s72-c/nostalgic__by_magnesina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-68510806123166962</id><published>2010-03-10T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:29:45.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deci ce sunt eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S5esVh-qJmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XQ5MHfjIyjs/s1600-h/Spitz_Puppy_by_stormyblueyz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S5esVh-qJmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XQ5MHfjIyjs/s320/Spitz_Puppy_by_stormyblueyz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011760226313826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://img.kudika.ro/js/quiz/7993/7993_b.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-68510806123166962?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/68510806123166962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/deci-ce-sunt-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/68510806123166962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/68510806123166962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/deci-ce-sunt-eu.html' title='deci ce sunt eu?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S5esVh-qJmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XQ5MHfjIyjs/s72-c/Spitz_Puppy_by_stormyblueyz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3792213375703850605</id><published>2010-03-01T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:13:24.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am nevoie de tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOCzjM_ZqNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOCzjM_ZqNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minunat! L-am ascultat si.. m-am gandit din nou la tine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si mi-am dat seama ca e adevarat tot ce se spune.. Ca te plac, pentru ca te iubesc..Ca te iubesc.. Pentru ca te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si stiu ca noaptea.. cand ma trezesc dupa un cosmar si sunt speriata si plang.. As vrea sa fii tu cel care sa ma tina in brate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As vrea sa fii tu ultima voce pe care o aud seara si primul chip pe care il zaresc dimineata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As vrea sa fii tu langa mine mereu.. Asa cum esti.. Asa cum stiu ca vei fi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3792213375703850605?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3792213375703850605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-nevoie-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3792213375703850605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3792213375703850605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-nevoie-de-tine.html' title='Am nevoie de tine'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4798071493087553368</id><published>2010-02-05T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:20:40.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S2xvcEft7BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2t6qs1wwb3I/s1600-h/hold_on_by_gidiculus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S2xvcEft7BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2t6qs1wwb3I/s320/hold_on_by_gidiculus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841378363141138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit.&lt;div&gt;Ce intuneric i-afara, nu vad nici stele si nici luna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma-ntorc pe o parte. Pot sa ma linistesc. Esti langa mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-era teama c-ai sa pleci, dar bratul tau inca imi cuprinde soldul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar tu.. tu esti la fel de aproape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti simt rasuflarea pe pielea mea, daca ma concentrez destul de mult pot sa-ti aud chiar si inima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bate sa iasa din piept. Cu mana ii fac semn " Mai stai !" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti mangai pleoapele si buzele - "Mi-a fost dor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stii ca te-am intrebat aseara ce-ar fi viata mea fara tine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici acum n-am gasit raspunsul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si ca sa fiu sincera, nici nu vreau sa-l gasesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daca asta inseamna sa te pierd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imi place viata mea asa cum e, alaturi de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multi se plang ca-si pierd libertatea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ma gandesc ca langa tine am castigat libertate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am mai castigat o viata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si o inima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care sa bata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in caz ca a mea se opreste .. candva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4798071493087553368?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4798071493087553368/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-me.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4798071493087553368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/4798071493087553368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-me.html' title='Hold me'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/S2xvcEft7BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2t6qs1wwb3I/s72-c/hold_on_by_gidiculus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6192375177946682996</id><published>2010-01-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:40:10.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-asa, o eternitate</title><content type='html'>" Pune-ti palma-n palma mea si-o sa te-nvat sa zbori"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si simt pe buze, in sfarsit, gustul dulce al fericirii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-am luat probabil atunci cand te-am sarutat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refuz sa ti-l dau inapoi. Pot doar sa-l impart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt dependenta: de el, de tine, de el si de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si mai ales.. de Tine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E amuzant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inca-mi mai dai fluturi in stomac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si-imbratisarea ta e mereu alta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te am si nu ma satur, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te vreau din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu esti ca vinul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timpul te face mai dulce si mai gustos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-am sa te beau incet, in pahar de cristal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si spun "incet" pentru ca n-am sa te termin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi mai lasa putin pe fundul sticlei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putin din tine, din savoare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceva care sa faca diferenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asa cum tu , pentru mine, faci diferenta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6192375177946682996?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6192375177946682996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/01/pune-ti-palma-n-palma-mea-si-o-sa-te.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6192375177946682996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6192375177946682996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2010/01/pune-ti-palma-n-palma-mea-si-o-sa-te.html' title='E-asa, o eternitate'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8408034815100332011</id><published>2009-11-24T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:19:20.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce?'/><title type='text'>Ştii şi tu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunt propriul meu jurat şi pot să dau verdictul:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Vinovată&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nu sunt uşor de sedus, nici de data asta nu voi fi. pentru că nu eşti diferit, pentru că nu vreau să te consider diferit, pentru că mi-e frică.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Şi mi-e frică nu pentru ceea ce mi s-ar putea intâmpla, ci pentru ceea ce, din păcate, s-ar putea să nu se întâmple niciodată.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Ai putea fi floarea mea din deşert, ai putea fi adierea de vânt care-mi mângâie uşor lacrimile. Ai putea fi Tu pentru Mine, sau am putea fi Noi. te vreau singur.. te vreau eliberat de conştiinţă, te vreau eliberat de stres. te vreau descătuşat de orice inseamnă Timp. Aruncă acum valorile materiale, aruncă tot ce ai si ia-mă de mână. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Căci tot ce am eu esti tu.. şi când eşti lângă mine nu-mi lipseşte nimic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar ştiu, nimic nu s-a schimbat. n-am să te am...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8408034815100332011?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8408034815100332011/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/stii-si-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8408034815100332011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8408034815100332011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/stii-si-tu.html' title='Ştii şi tu..'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5608703558574589082</id><published>2009-11-22T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:39:04.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='langa mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hai sa-ti spun pe indelete. mi-a fost frig. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mai mult de atat, m-a patruns un gand ciudat, un lucru pe care nu mi l-am mai imaginat inainte: noi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suntem atat de mici in fata destinului si... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de ce acum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de ce spun asta, de ce cred asta, de ce simt asta? suntem niste marionete jucate de un papusar absent. as vrea sa pot schimba ceva. de ce nu ni s-au intersectat drumurile inainte?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de ce acum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;si nu stiu ce sa-ti spun, n-am nici curaj sa ma gandesc la asta. nu-mi pot permite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;toate gesturile.inseamna ceva. te aduc mai aproape. mai aproape. mai aproape..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si e bine. pentru ca aici te vreau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aici.aproape.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spune-mi , cum pot eu sa fac sa te am langa mine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;azi,maine,mereu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5608703558574589082?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5608703558574589082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/hai-sa-ti-spun-pe-indelete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5608703558574589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5608703558574589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/hai-sa-ti-spun-pe-indelete.html' title=''/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5666618952250399238</id><published>2009-11-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:42:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu de tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SwbxHndUiTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PDp9_OyFWY4/s1600/lost+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SwbxHndUiTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PDp9_OyFWY4/s400/lost+town.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406273515858200882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am atatea de spus acum.. prea multe se intampla, prea greu imi e sa-mpart. Am devenit atat de egoista, caci tie vreau sa iti dau totul.. Si nu ma mai gandesc la mine, nici nu ma mai iubesc. Nu pot sa ma mai apar, toti soldateii mei sunt concetrati pe tine. Nu pot sa te urasc, nu-mi esti indiferent, desi as vrea sa-mi fii..&lt;div&gt;Cere-mi tot si-ai sa primesti.. Degeaba - nu mai pot sa ma opun.si e asa de magistral si greu de ignorat - ochii mei nu mai privesc in gol - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;te vad pe tine. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5666618952250399238?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5666618952250399238/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5666618952250399238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5666618952250399238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-de-tine.html' title='Eu de tine.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SwbxHndUiTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PDp9_OyFWY4/s72-c/lost+town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2383428833534554723</id><published>2009-11-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:25:40.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oboseala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment de respiro'/><title type='text'>Moment de respiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sv8R68SWhuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RETrl9H8cqI/s1600-h/respiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sv8R68SWhuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RETrl9H8cqI/s400/respiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404057782181070562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In primul şi-n primul rând, mi-e foarte somn.&lt;br /&gt;In plus, ceva nu e in regulă cu mine, cu viaţa mea. şi-aş vrea să ştiu ce, serios.&lt;br /&gt;Mă tem că de la o vreme am inceput să ma defectez, şi mi se reproşează asta destul de des.&lt;br /&gt;Iar uneori mă simt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegrafonline.ro/1246568400/articol/90066/musca_moralista.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ca musca-n curu calului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Am inceput să mă simt in plus lângă persoane pe care obişnuiam [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;] să le iubesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Şi da, mă scârbeşte sictirul. Vă rog, lipsiţi-mă de el! Nu vreau sictir, mai bine intoarce-mi spatele , sau injură-mă sau fă-mi ce vrei, dar nu-ţi da ochii peste cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Şi replicile alea idioate..păstreaza-le pentru tine. Nu vreau sa le aud, nu vreau sa le percep, nu pot să mai suport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fie-ţi milă!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;* * * * * * *         * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Acum că m-am decis s-ascult, spuneţi-mi, cine vrea să mai vorbească ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh. Am nevoie de un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... sau mai bine de o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;perioada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;de respiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2383428833534554723?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2383428833534554723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment-de-respiro.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2383428833534554723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2383428833534554723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment-de-respiro.html' title='Moment de respiro'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sv8R68SWhuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RETrl9H8cqI/s72-c/respiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7551566572612152504</id><published>2009-11-08T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:26:51.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi suntem TSD-ul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SvcNX6BrHuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xoOPBiQ_FjY/s1600-h/psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SvcNX6BrHuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xoOPBiQ_FjY/s400/psd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401800982418628322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrei sa fii alaturi de noi?vrei sa fii auzit si ascultat?&lt;br /&gt;fii tanar, fii vesel, fii TSD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7551566572612152504?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7551566572612152504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/noi-suntem-tsd-ul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7551566572612152504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7551566572612152504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/11/noi-suntem-tsd-ul.html' title='Noi suntem TSD-ul!'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SvcNX6BrHuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xoOPBiQ_FjY/s72-c/psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3574991943628152783</id><published>2009-10-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:18:34.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am decis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SuwA4FFoj4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/B4kYAC_ExLM/s1600-h/Militan_by_kalbeben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SuwA4FFoj4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/B4kYAC_ExLM/s320/Militan_by_kalbeben.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398691016748863362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am decis sa ma retrag. &lt;div&gt;Am decis sa nu mai insist, asa cum imi place sa fac de obicei.&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa nu mai ajung in situatia de a ma simti in plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis ca n-am sa mai sun pe nimeni for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa nu mai fac altora pe plac doar pentru ca sunt draguta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa nu mai fiu draguta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis ca de acum trebuie sa spun 'NU'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis ca o zi pe saptamana sa-mi tin telefonul inchis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa imi activez din nou mesageria vocala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa gasesc putin timp si pentru mine - nu doar pentru altii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa tai de pe lista cunostintelor persoanele care s-au purtat urat/care se poarta urat/ care se vor purta urat pe viitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis sa nu mai regret -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3574991943628152783?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3574991943628152783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-decis.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3574991943628152783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3574991943628152783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-decis.html' title='Am decis.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SuwA4FFoj4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/B4kYAC_ExLM/s72-c/Militan_by_kalbeben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2132455333184614171</id><published>2009-10-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:21:55.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea si ea.</title><content type='html'>Cand vii, dimineata,  somnoros si atat de patruns in gandurile tale neimportante, ea sa-ti zambeasca. tu sa te asezi pe scaunul ala uzat , iar ea la tine in brate. sa inceapa sa se dezbrace incet , deloc timid, si nimeni sa nu va vada. sa formati acolo cuibusorul vostru rupt de lume. &lt;div&gt;sa nu fiti bagati in seama, iar tu sa te joci razand in parul ei saten. ei sa nu-i pese si nici sa nu vada nimic din jur - doar pe tine. sa faceti dragoste acolo, pe locul ala ponosit in banca aia veche apoi sa va ridicati binedispusi ca si cum nimic nu s-a-ntamplat - si nimeni sa nu stie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa-ti incheie jucaus fermoarele- toate - si sa te faca sa razi mereu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-viseaza.  ea nu exista. e doar acolo, in mintea ta. in schimb, o ai pe cea care-ti zambeste. - nu se va dezbraca de inhibitii si timiditate,  nu veti face tot ce ti-ai imaginat , dar.. va fi mereu acolo - pentru tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2132455333184614171?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2132455333184614171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/ea-si-ea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2132455333184614171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2132455333184614171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/ea-si-ea.html' title='Ea si ea.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5049976572661814121</id><published>2009-10-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:54:17.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E Târzie şi Tăcerea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/StTMxcnGiaI/AAAAAAAAANw/tD-1a4dQPKw/s1600-h/Good_morning_by_verde_verde_verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/StTMxcnGiaI/AAAAAAAAANw/tD-1a4dQPKw/s320/Good_morning_by_verde_verde_verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392159803735181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , e atat de târziu.&lt;div&gt;Târziu de regrete,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu de păreri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu de opinii..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu sa-ţi mai pese,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu sa Nu-ţi mai pese, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum e prea Târziu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si e Târziu să te doară,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu să mai simti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu să intelegi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea Târziu să te intorci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea Târziu să mai perseverezi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Târziu să te opresti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Târziu, ştii si tu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai privi inapoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__  __  __  _&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si e atât de Târziu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incât nu mai pot să zbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E noapte, stelele mă vor orbi cu lumina lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5049976572661814121?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5049976572661814121/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-tarzie-si-tacerea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5049976572661814121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5049976572661814121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-tarzie-si-tacerea.html' title='E Târzie şi Tăcerea'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/StTMxcnGiaI/AAAAAAAAANw/tD-1a4dQPKw/s72-c/Good_morning_by_verde_verde_verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3897054377273689031</id><published>2009-10-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:37:27.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norişorul nărăvaş</title><content type='html'>un filmuleţ magic de Pixar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0JdaUiPmQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0JdaUiPmQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3897054377273689031?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3897054377273689031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/norisorul-naravas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3897054377273689031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3897054377273689031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/10/norisorul-naravas.html' title='Norişorul nărăvaş'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3515910516133690693</id><published>2009-09-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:43:42.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prea mult timp.'/><title type='text'>Ceea ce avem ne omoară</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SsC9hgF5FFI/AAAAAAAAANo/mzbXtYcRMmk/s1600-h/The_Kill_by_TheSweetInsane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SsC9hgF5FFI/AAAAAAAAANo/mzbXtYcRMmk/s320/The_Kill_by_TheSweetInsane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386513537583092818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vă plângeţi că viaţa e scurtă - nu asta e problema. Viaţa nu e scurtă, e prea lungă. Ţi se pare scurtă atunci când ai ajuns la final. &lt;div&gt;Timp avem. Prea mult chiar. Ăsta e ghinionul. Avem destul timp cât să ne gândim la ceea ce ne lipseşte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ştii, e ca şi cu banii : dacă ai mulţi, vei profita de ei şi îi vei termina uşor. Pe ăia puţini ai să-i strângi, deşi vei fi conştient că n-or să mai fie mulţi vreodată. Aşa e omul: nu ţi se pare că viaţa e o eternitate când eşti tânăr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot irosim: şi ce avem şi ceea ce ni se pare ca avem şi mai ales ceea ce ne-am dori să avem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne credem prea stăpâni şi e de ajuns să pierdem ceva ca să incepem sa privim inapoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ştiu asta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Şi dacă ştiu - de ce fac naibii aceeaşi greşeală de fiecare dată?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. iar am prea mult timp.să gândesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3515910516133690693?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3515910516133690693/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/ceea-ce-avem-ne-omoara.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3515910516133690693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3515910516133690693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/ceea-ce-avem-ne-omoara.html' title='Ceea ce avem ne omoară'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SsC9hgF5FFI/AAAAAAAAANo/mzbXtYcRMmk/s72-c/The_Kill_by_TheSweetInsane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-5443038687653958658</id><published>2009-09-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:20:43.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Părţi care ne lipsesc cu desăvârşire</title><content type='html'>Viaţa asta e cel mai de rahat lucru inventat vreodată. &lt;div&gt;In primu' rand, pentru ca mai mereu iti merge ca dracu. Orice ai face - nimeresti din ce in ce mai rău.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In al doilea rand, pentru ca, daca te nimeresti si tu odata cu talpa-n rahat , si incepi sa te simti norocos , parca totu' iti merge bine. Si zici " Bă, la dracu, parcă viaţa asta nu-i aşa urâtă!" Si-ncepi sa-ti aduci argumente care mai de care mai convingatoare ca " Da, bre, viata ti-o faci singur!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi vine un moment crucial, in care toate temerile tale se adeveresc. Isi baga toata lumea botu' in situatia ta fericita. Si se duce totu' dracului. Fix cand incepi sa crezi - se gasesc omusteni sa iti demonstreze ca nu mai ai nicio sansa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si am trecut prin chestia asta. Si n-o sa ramai intreg. Vei vedea ca viata tuturor e de rahat - si a ta, si a celor din jur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar pana atunci, i hope you burn in hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say Goodbye, Motherfucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-5443038687653958658?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/5443038687653958658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/parti-care-ne-lipsesc-cu-desavarsire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5443038687653958658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/5443038687653958658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/parti-care-ne-lipsesc-cu-desavarsire.html' title='Părţi care ne lipsesc cu desăvârşire'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1156669822773294469</id><published>2009-09-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:09:03.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am sa plec'/><title type='text'>______________</title><content type='html'>Târziu, atât de târziu incât nu pot să mai ramân. poate doar câteva ore. La noapte vei adormi, iar dimineaţă, când raze de lumină iţi vor săruta ochii, eu n-am să mai fiu.&lt;br /&gt;N-am să las urme, n-ai să ştii unde să mă găseşti. Te vei învinovăţi - aş vrea să-ţi spun să n-o faci, dar nu meriţi - n-ai ştiut să mă păstrezi!&lt;br /&gt;Şi n-ai să plângi - egoismul te va ţine departe de ce-i corect - vei fi mâhnit şi mă vei judeca.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici tu nu ştii cât de greu e ultimul drum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1156669822773294469?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1156669822773294469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1156669822773294469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1156669822773294469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='______________'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1120171367459385183</id><published>2009-08-20T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:15:29.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unde vrei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poti sa zbori cand vrei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cu conditia sa fii singur'/><title type='text'>Înainte..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/So0wJ5HfuSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YsRiCWuUTFk/s1600-h/fly_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/So0wJ5HfuSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YsRiCWuUTFk/s400/fly_away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372002877032085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..să te naşti erai doar o sămânţă. Nu puteai să mori - seminţele nu mor.&lt;br /&gt;Acum.. eşti un animal - eşti condamnat pieirii.&lt;br /&gt;Vei muri - cu toţii vom muri.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu vei fi primul.&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să fiu o sămânţă purtată de vânt acum - una care nu e sortită naşterii sau morţii. O sămânţă liberă. O sămânţă care nu cunoaşte durerea, dar nici bucuria, credinţa, şi cu siguranţa nu a auzit de Dumnezeu. Căci numai seminţele care nu cunosc îngerii mai au curajul să zboare. Restul îşi scrijelesc fără milă aripile sau le retează de la rădăcină. De frică.&lt;br /&gt;În secolul vitezei, seminţele adevărate se tem că vor fi date in judecată că au plagiat zborul şi înfăţişarea îngerilor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1120171367459385183?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1120171367459385183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/08/inainte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1120171367459385183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1120171367459385183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/08/inainte.html' title='Înainte..'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/So0wJ5HfuSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YsRiCWuUTFk/s72-c/fly_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2629896953404091518</id><published>2009-08-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:53:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence.</title><content type='html'>Motto: Friendship= Love - Sex + Reason&lt;br /&gt;             Love= Friendship + Sex - Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai vorbit de ultima oara cand ai ras fara ca eu sa glumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2629896953404091518?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2629896953404091518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2629896953404091518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2629896953404091518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence.html' title='Silence.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3989175301367253738</id><published>2009-07-10T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:59:43.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scapare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decadere'/><title type='text'>Intr-o adevărată cădere</title><content type='html'>In seara asta vreau sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca vara asta e pierduta.  Este si a fost pierduta inca dinainte de a incepe.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa plec, sa ma car de aici cat mai repede posibil. E distrus orasul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum rezistaţi.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii - suflete mici inconjurate complet de un strat gros de batranete prematura- rezista voiniceşte in faţa plictiselii, a caldurii si mai ales a prostiei.&lt;br /&gt;Da, dragilor, ne confruntam din ce in ce mai des cu problema prostiei. Si mai grav de atat, ne complacem in aceasta situatie.&lt;br /&gt;Şi ar mai fi o chestie şi mai greu de suportat: nesimţirea. Asta e cea mai teribila chestie. Nu mă inspăimântă, mă scârbeşte. Astăzi mergeam ca tot omul pe drumul meu de ţară, abia pietruit. Văd venind din faţă un nene într-un Cielo. Nimic special. Era un românaş convins, cocalar cu ochelari de soare cu lentile lucioase. Conducea ca la raliu, evident. După câteva secunde, vad cum din maşină plonjează un frumos, verde, binecunoscut ambalaj de seminţe Nutline. Păi bine, frumosule, da' ce mama naibii facem noi aici? Cocalar, cocalar, dar totul are o limita. Nesimţirea ta, nu.  Şi nu e singurul. Îmi pare rău, dar trebuie sa generalizez: aşa-s românii. Majoritatea.  Păcat. Poate ca ţara asta ar scoate-o totuşi la capăt dacă oamenii ar face ceva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu. Fugiţi cât puteţi. În curând veţi fi legaţi fedeleş de o slujbă prost plătită, de o nevastă, soţ care ameninţă tot mai des sa vă părasească, de o familie ce trăieşte in sărăcie; pe scurt: de o viaţă de rahat.  Veţi bea 4-5 cafele pe zi, veţi fuma 2 pachete de ţigări, iar la 30 de ani vă veţi simţi mumificat.  Pentru că asta e. Şi daca asta e, inseamnă ca nu mai este nimic de facut. Fals. Sunt multe de facut. Dar cine sa le faca? Cand barurile, cârciumele-s pline, cine sa mai munceasca?&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii adevaraţi au plecat. Muncesc pe alte meleaguri. Au rămas hoţii şi cei furaţi. Tu din ce categorie faci parte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Am folosit in mare parte diacritice pentru a ma simţi mai...româncă.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3989175301367253738?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3989175301367253738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/07/intr-o-adevarata-cadere.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3989175301367253738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3989175301367253738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/07/intr-o-adevarata-cadere.html' title='Intr-o adevărată cădere'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2014766302119629771</id><published>2009-07-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:38:25.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce "urâm" femeile - Mircea Badea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Barbatul este o oaie! &lt;/span&gt;“Pai, o oaie este capabila de ura?” – o sa ma intrebati. “N-ai citit Miorita?” E adevarat. Acolo, oaia nu era capabila de nimic. De unde si asemanarea cu barbatul. Suntem natangi, neajutorati, de cele mai multe ori chiar&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; pampalai&lt;/span&gt;. (Sper ca nu va deranjeaza exprimarea colocviala.)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Credem&lt;/span&gt; ca suntem duri, ne construim in cap statui de eroi mitici, suntem virili in spatele volanului, coplesiti de propria importanta cand platim intretinerea, impetuosi cand deschidem o bere, atragatori pana la lesin cand ridicam o spranceana catre duduia de la benzinarie care poarta o bluza decoltata. Pornim chiar si la vanatoare, din dorinta de “cuceriri” care sa ateste, daca mai era nevoie, ca suntem barbati adevarati, stapani ai Universului, forte in stare bruta. In fata noastra, femeile, aceste fiinte neajutorate, care tanjesc dupa protectia noastra indispensabila, nu au nici o sansa, sunt victime sigure prin propria conditie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Ce papagali! &lt;/span&gt;Ma scuzati, pornisem de la oi. In ritmul asta, barbatii vor fi comparati cu o menajerie intreaga. Ceea ce poate fi posibil, cu exceptia unei singure categorii: animalele de prada. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Varful lantului trofic este ocupat, fara indoiala, chiar de femei. &lt;/span&gt;Ele conduc, de fapt, ritualul vanatorii.&lt;br /&gt;In realitate, barbatul nu alege niciodata, ci este ales. El cel mult isi face campanie electorala. Asta o sa va confirme orice barbat incununat cu aura si reputatie de seducator (a nu se intelege ca e cazul meu), daca este sincer. Smecheria e ca, din experienta, el nu incearca niciodata acolo unde simte si stie ca nu are sanse, acolo unde nu este deja ales. Aparentele fragilitatii, gingasiei, nevoii de sprijin sunt componente esentiale ale arsenalului feminin. Toate sunt puse in scena cu o arta atat de inalta, incat aceasta nu poate veni din premeditare si luciditate, ci din instinct, reflex si menire. Ofensiva ei nu e niciodata zvacnita, ci insinuata si continua, pana cand barbatul este legat fedeles cu fire pe care el nu le va vedea niciodata, dar ale caror consecinte sunt evidente. Isi da seama ca de mult nu a mai iesit cu prietenii la o bere, ca hainele pe care le are sunt toate alese de ea, ca nici papucii nu si-i mai poate gasi singur si ca, in general, nu mai exista initiative si actiuni la singular.&lt;br /&gt;Pluralul este la guvernare, cu exceptia momentelor cand ea are nevoie de intimitate, chiar daca momentele lui in acest sens au disparut de o vesnicie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Femeia face pasi mici si abili, in timp ce el este furat de peisaj&lt;/span&gt;, si cand se uita din nou la ea isi da seama ca nu mai e la distanta la care o lasase, ci e lipita de el, incolacita in jurul lui, iar marele barbat e vulnerabil si dependent. Uneori, cei mai optimisti, si, prin urmare, mai naivi, cred ca pot rezolva situatia si redobandi teritoriul pierdut prin discutii. Ha, ha! Ce eroare! Ce iluzie! Nimeni n-a rezolvat niciodata nimic prin parlamentari cu o femeie. Premisele sunt gresite, intrucat ele nu au un sistem de gandire bazat pe aceleasi axiome si guvernat de aceleasi legi cu cel al unui barbat.&lt;br /&gt;Apropo, cea mai stupida intrebare pe care poti sa o pui unei femei este: “De ce?”. Nu va sti sa-ti raspunda niciodata. Intreband-o asta, o chinuiesti si nimic mai mult. Ba starnesti si resentimente. Singurul lucru pe care il poti face unei femei este sa o parasesti. Atat. In rest, odata inceputa relatia, esti pe orbita catre pozitia de sclav pe plantatie. Uneori, cand au de-a face cu exemplare masculine mai indaratnice, ele scot la iveala arma totala, bomba atomica, pe care o lanseaza direct in calcaiul lui Ahile: incep sa planga. Aici s-a terminat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu pot exista supravietuitori&lt;/span&gt;. Si gata. Batalia este castigata fara drept de apel. Multi vor intelege ca sunt un misogin teribil sau, mai amuzant, ca n-am intalnit eu femeia potrivita. Gresit. Nu fac altceva decat sa &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;recunosc superioritatea rasei feminine asupra celei &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;puerile&lt;/span&gt;, masculine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fapt, generatiile de barbati sunt crescute de femei. Cu totii am ramas undeva, intr-un cotlon al subconstientului, negat cu vehementa inutila, baieteii mamei. Si observ ca aceasta stare de fapt este perceputa inconstient si de regnul masculin, la care se observa o feminizare din ce in ce mai hotarata. Probabil din motive aspirationale catre puterea rasei superioare sau poate din mimetism, barbatii desfasoara, din ce in ce mai dezinhibati, actiuni odinioara strict feminine: isi fac manichiura si pedichiura, se penseaza, isi dau cu crema, ba chiar se si epileaza. Aproape ca ma simt vinovat si anarhist daca inca mai fac pipi din picioare. Nu cumva din asezat e mai comod?&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca IN SPATELE fiecarui barbat de succes se afla o femeie puternica. In curand, IN LOCUL fiecarui barbat de succes se va afla o femeie puternica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Si mi-a dat mama voie sa scriu acest articol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2014766302119629771?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2014766302119629771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-ce-uram-femeile-mircea-badea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2014766302119629771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2014766302119629771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-ce-uram-femeile-mircea-badea.html' title='De ce &quot;urâm&quot; femeile - Mircea Badea'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-720585644062639232</id><published>2009-06-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:08:56.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ea'/><title type='text'>Pentru ca esti tu, pentru ca e EA</title><content type='html'>N-o jigni, poate ca va ierta, dar nu va uita niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;N-o rani. Nu se va razbuna, dar va pastra in suflet amintirea amara.&lt;br /&gt;Va fi puternica si credibila cand va spune "Nu-mi pasa". Va umple insa pernele de rimel ud dupa ce vei pleca.&lt;br /&gt;Cumpara-i flori, cadouri si bomboane. Inveseleste-o. Fa o sa rada si admira-i frumusetea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.220.ro/emb/vGd8hZsNfx&amp;amp;from=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-720585644062639232?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/720585644062639232/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/pentru-ca-esti-tu-pentru-ca-e-ea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>All you have to do is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love and serve all humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assist everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be cheerful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be courteous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be a dynamo of irrepressible happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no Saint without a past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no Sinner without a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Praise every soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you cannot praise someone, let them pass out of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be original,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be inventive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dare, dare and then dare more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not imitate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand on your own ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not lean on the borrowed staff of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think your own thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All perfection and all virtues of the Deity are hidden inside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reveal them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let your life be that of a rose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though silent it speaks in the language of fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahavatar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babaj&lt;/em&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1199001830472614480?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1199001830472614480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-you-have-to-do-is.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1199001830472614480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1199001830472614480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-you-have-to-do-is.html' title='All you have to do is...'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3208913346493332837</id><published>2009-06-10T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:13:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilele astea tampite de vara*..</title><content type='html'>*ma fac sa urasc..&lt;br /&gt;..caldura&lt;br /&gt;..soarele&lt;br /&gt;..aerul irespirabil&lt;br /&gt;..persoanele nehotarate&lt;br /&gt;..persoanele mincinoase&lt;br /&gt;..egoistii&lt;br /&gt;..rautaciosii&lt;br /&gt;..ipocritii&lt;br /&gt;..nervosii&lt;br /&gt;..materialistii&lt;br /&gt;..mofturosii&lt;br /&gt;..maieurile si tricourile stramte&lt;br /&gt;..dezorganizarea&lt;br /&gt;..orice alta intentie de a face o tabara&lt;br /&gt;..increderea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3208913346493332837?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3208913346493332837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/zilele-astea-tampite-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3208913346493332837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3208913346493332837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/zilele-astea-tampite-de-vara.html' title='Zilele astea tampite de vara*..'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2028817015859830184</id><published>2009-06-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:46:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caldura mare.</title><content type='html'>pfuai, ne-a ajuns si vara.&lt;br /&gt;caldura mare, soare si multe multe minti coclite.&lt;br /&gt;vreau la mare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2028817015859830184?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2028817015859830184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/caldura-mare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2028817015859830184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2028817015859830184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/caldura-mare.html' title='Caldura mare.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7107339422318913766</id><published>2009-06-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:28:12.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egoism'/><title type='text'>Te simti, Mr..?</title><content type='html'>Motto 1: " Daca ajuti pe cineva, ai sa vezi ca isi va aminti de tine...data viitoare cand va avea nevoie de ajutor"&lt;br /&gt;Motto 2: "Sa fii prost, egoist si sa ai o sanatate buna sunt trei cerinte ale fericirii; desi daca lipseste prostia, celelalte sunt nule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ales persoana gresita. persoana gresita pe care sa o ajuti, persoana gresita de la care sa astepti ajutor.tu ai fost si esti mereu acolo , te zbati pentru a face ceva.&lt;br /&gt;sa nu te astepti sa fii ajutat inapoi! n-o sa se intample. nu se va baga niciodata. dar va pretinde ca a facut tot ce a putut, va petrece enorm de mult timp cautand scuze si posibile explicatii tampite, iti va da o mie si unu de argumente pentru care nu trebuia sa apelezi fix la el/ea( si iti va enumera o suta de alte persoane carora TREBUIA DE FAPT sa te adresezi) si, in fond, nu va face nimic ca sa te ajute.&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza ce-i ceri: un chibrit, un capat de ata... daca ii ceri un chibrit iti va explica cu multa tenacitate cat de mare nevoie are de acel chibrit si DE CE nu se poate lipsi de el. In cazul capatului de ata , te va intreba ce culoare doresti. Daca spui alb, va spune ca nu are decat neagra. daca accepti ata neagra , va constata pe moment ca.. a pierdut-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un mare egoist in fond. nu se gandeste decat la el, el, el. TU nu contezi.&lt;br /&gt;Si, aa da, isi va aminti de tine atunci cand.. va avea nevoie de ajutor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7107339422318913766?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7107339422318913766/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-simti-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7107339422318913766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7107339422318913766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-simti-mr.html' title='Te simti, Mr..?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3377563903106490922</id><published>2009-05-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:15:44.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defintii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un fel de leapsa'/><title type='text'>Defineste-ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel-in-mind.blogspot.com"&gt;Alex &lt;/a&gt;mi-a spus sa dau definitii proprii ale urmatoarelor cuvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cunostinta&lt;/span&gt; - persoana pentru care nu am o simpatie aparte, pe care o cunosc personal , fara a&lt;br /&gt;                     avea o relatie cat de cat speciala cu ea. Un fel de "cantitate neglijabila".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coleg&lt;/span&gt; - copil atomic din 9 D. de pe randul de la geam , mijloc sau de la perete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Amic&lt;/span&gt; - cunostinta pe care o simpatizez , dar cu care nu intretin discutii lungi si constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prieten &lt;/span&gt;- e ala de treaba, pe care ador sa-l am langa mine cand ma simt nasol si cu care imi place&lt;br /&gt;                 sa rad cand sunt vesela. E ala dragut, care ma asculta orice ar fi si care ma accepta asa&lt;br /&gt;                 cum sunt. E cea care ma murdareste pe bluza de fond de ten atunci cand o imbratisez&lt;br /&gt;                 si regreta asta. Tot ea ma poate face sa rad si sa plang simultan si ma-mpaca intr-o&lt;br /&gt;                 secunda.&lt;br /&gt;                 *P.S. Ala poate fi egal cu "Ea " sau "El" . Insa "Cea" inseamna neaparat "Ea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iubit&lt;/span&gt; - e persoana aia pe care acum n-o am langa mine. E persoana care se presupune ca ar&lt;br /&gt;             trebui sa ma asculte mereu, sa ma inteleaga, sa ma suporte si sa ma iubeasca. Dar,&lt;br /&gt;             odata ce stiu ca nici eu nu pot face asta pt altcineva ( si poate nici pentru mine), nu&lt;br /&gt;            am dreptul sa cer asta. De aia nici nu existi, Mr Lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3377563903106490922?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3377563903106490922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/defineste-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3377563903106490922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3377563903106490922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/defineste-ma.html' title='Defineste-ma'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3629532072878696297</id><published>2009-05-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:37:17.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men vs women'/><title type='text'>Men &amp; Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Shacdj6pvBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OonApS2uqyw/s1600-h/3441937847_ae8c7c803c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Shacdj6pvBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OonApS2uqyw/s200/3441937847_ae8c7c803c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338626439965686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Relatii:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand o relatie se termina, o femeie va plange, se va destainui prietenelor ei si va scrie o poezie. Va spune cel putin odata: Toti barbatii sunt niste idioti. Apoi isi va duce viata mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unui barbat ii este mai greu sa treaca mai departe. La sase luni de la despartire, la ora 3, intr-o duminica dimineata ii va da fostei prietene telefon si ii va spune: "Am vrut doar sa stii ca mi-ai stricat viata, nu o sa te iert niciodata, te urasc si esti o proasta. Dar mai vreau sa stii ca intotdeauna va fi o posibilitate sa ne impacam". Acesta se numeste telefonul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te iubesc / te urasc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pe care &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;99%&lt;/span&gt; dintre barbati l-au&lt;br /&gt;dat cel putin o data. Exista cursuri speciale pentru a-i ajuta pe barbati sa isi depaseasca aceasta nevoie; din nefericire foarte rar sunt eficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maturizare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile se maturizeaza mult mai repede decit barbatii. La 17 ani o femeie poate fi considerata un adult. La 19 ani deja stie ce vrea:&lt;br /&gt;- un barbat inteligent, (dar usor de prostit), foarte, foarte, foarte bogat (dar neaparat cu dorinte de a se imbogati si mai mult pentru ea);&lt;br /&gt;- egoist cu ceilalti (dar foarte darnic cu partenera lui);&lt;br /&gt;- foarte frumos (dar nu mai frumos ca ea);&lt;br /&gt;- ferm (dar blind);&lt;br /&gt;- experimentat (dar naiv);&lt;br /&gt;- preocupat de afacerile sale (dar aproape de sufletul ei);&lt;br /&gt;- dorit de alte femei (dar foarte fidel...) etc.  &lt;/span&gt;[ La naiba, cerem prea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mult?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La 17 ani barbatii inca mai colectioneaza surprize si se uita la filme cu karate. De aceea prieteniile din liceu rezista rareori. Ei se maturizeaza in jurul virstei de 30 ani, dar din pacate deja o fiinta mult mai inteligenta ca el ii arata un certificat de casatorie de acum 7-8 ani si 2-3 copii care au nevoie parca de toate lucrurile din lume. Daca vrea sa se trezeasca din acest cosmar, trebuie sa plateasca cel putin jumatate din munca tineretii lui si cel putin o treime din ceea ce va cistiga pina la adinci batrineti sub forma de pensie alimentara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Palarii:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unele] &lt;/span&gt;Femeile arata bine cu palarii. [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toti] &lt;/span&gt;Barbatii cu palarii arata ca niste prosti cu aere de intelectuali rasati.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrisul de mana:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile folosesc hartie fina de scris, de preferinta colorata si parfumata, si isi decoreaza "i"-urile cu cerculete sau inimioare; "g"-urile si "p" -urile au bucle ridicol de mari. Este un chin sa citesti biletul unei femei. Chiar daca te paraseste, ea tot va desena un cerculet zambitor la sfirsitul biletului. Nu acelasi lucru se intimpla cind scriu CEC-uri pentru plata unor facturi sau datorii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spre cinstea lui, barbatul nu isi decoreaza scrisul; el zgarie pur si simplu ca gheara unei gaini... sau a unui cocos ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Baile&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Numarul mediu de obiecte din baia unei femei este de 437. Un barbat nu ar putea identifica majoritatea dintre aceste obiecte.&lt;br /&gt;Un barbat are in general 6 articole in baie: periuta si pasta de dinti, crema si lama de ras, un sapun si un prosop luat de la vreun hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;esitul in oras:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind un barbat spune ca este gata de iesit in oras(si asta se intampla destuuul de rar) inseamna ca este gata de iesit in oras.  dar cel putin e cinstit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand o femeie spune ca este gata de iesit in oras inseamna ca VA FI gata de iesit in oras, dupa ce isi va gasi si celalalt cercel, se va imbraca, se va machia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pisici: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile iubesc pisicile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatii spun ca iubesc pisicile, dar cind femeile nu se uita, le ard cite un sut.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Telefonul:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatii vad telefonul ca pe o unealta cu ajutorul careia pot comunica mesaje scurte si importante. Barbatii stiu ca telefonul costa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O femeie poate sa vina acasa din vizita de doua saptamini de la o prietena, sa o sune la telefon si sa discute alte 3 ore. Si femeile stiu ca telefonul costa, dar mai stiu ca nu il platesc ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Indicatii&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Daca o femeie se rataceste in timp ce conduce masina ea va cere indicatii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca un barabat se va rataci, el nu va opri masina sa ceara indicatii despre drum - considerind acest lucru sub demnitatea lui.  &lt;/span&gt;[ ha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ucarii:&lt;br /&gt;Fetitelor le place sa aiba jucarii. Apoi, pe la 11-12 ani le dispare interesul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatii nu isi depasesc niciodata obsesia pentru jucarii. Pe masura ce inainteaza in virsta, jucariile devin din ce in ce mai scumpe si mai nepractice. Exemple: televizoare miniaturale, telefoane de masina, storcatoare de fructe sofisticate, egalizatoare grafice, jocuri video, si&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; orice clipeste, bipaie si are nevoie de cel putin sase baterii pentru a functiona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3629532072878696297?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3629532072878696297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-women.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3629532072878696297'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SghnOo-4B3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/V8qb-nQX2mA/s1600-h/3106071815_22c92b0543_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SghnOo-4B3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/V8qb-nQX2mA/s320/3106071815_22c92b0543_m%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334627259837319026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-o naibii de treaba&lt;br /&gt;incepi sa-mi ocupi din ce in ce mai mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;si cand te vad&lt;br /&gt;si cand nu te vad.&lt;br /&gt;ma faci sa ma gandesc la cat de ingrozitor&lt;br /&gt;orasul asta e cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;cat de pustii is strazile astea&lt;br /&gt;fara tine.&lt;br /&gt;cat de singuratica&lt;br /&gt;pasesc prin praful ala viu-neviu&lt;br /&gt;de pe fiecare&lt;br /&gt;trotuar-bordura-strada-trecere de pietoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stii asta nu?&lt;br /&gt;stiai de muuult timp.&lt;br /&gt;praful de pe strada ti-a soptit&lt;br /&gt;atunci&lt;br /&gt;cand m-a vazut plangand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tot timpul asta ai stiut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8521869196767300635?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8521869196767300635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-o-naibii-de-treaba-incepi-sa-mi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8521869196767300635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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plec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SgWwymQyTEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4CR_YrMqmio/s1600-h/2564458643_12eaa8af47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SgWwymQyTEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4CR_YrMqmio/s320/2564458643_12eaa8af47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333863717001120834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voi pleca.&lt;br /&gt;voi disparea, daca asta vrei.&lt;br /&gt;acum vorba aia cu 'dispar cand pocnesti din degete' se va adeveri.&lt;br /&gt;haide, ai tupeu sa pocnesti din degete?&lt;br /&gt;n-am sa regret niciun moment.&lt;br /&gt;nici nu am ce regreta..&lt;br /&gt;n-ai sa-mi lipsesti, mi-ai facut prea mult rau ca sa imi pese.&lt;br /&gt;nici tie sa nu-ti pese, ne-am ranit reciproc de prea multe ori.&lt;br /&gt;dispari si tu odata cu mine, hai sa disparem amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;ne cunoastem. prea bine poate.&lt;br /&gt;si asta ne face doi necunoscuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai sa lasam totul balta si sa ne scufundam un timp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-8752408125843534184?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/8752408125843534184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-sa-plec.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8752408125843534184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/8752408125843534184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-sa-plec.html' title='Am sa plec'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SgWwymQyTEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4CR_YrMqmio/s72-c/2564458643_12eaa8af47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3165956117363635552</id><published>2009-05-09T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:40:25.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'>Da-mi mana!</title><content type='html'>uneori ma simt un alt om. tu ma faci sa ma simt asa.  toate culorile astea stridente imi deranjeaza existential pupilele.iar smaltul ochilor..ma doare.&lt;br /&gt;stai asa, cum sa ma doara smaltul ochilor?!&lt;br /&gt;ma doare sangele, milioanele de molecule si de substante ionice din sangele ala aproape vanat, coagulat cu cateva ore in urma.&lt;br /&gt;a impietrit saracu', impreuna cu inima..s-au luat de-o mana si si-au jurat iubire eterna si sa nu mai pompeze globule rosii,albe si plasma prin vene vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;atunci m-am oprit definitiv. tu M-ai oprit. ai pus capat suferintei profunde de a mai tine pasul cu functiile vitale.&lt;br /&gt;m-ai ucis.si-ti multumesc pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;iar aici, in acest sicriu grotesc nefinisat in care m-ai inchis, ma simt atat de vie!&lt;br /&gt;hai,ia-mi mainile reci intr-ale tale si incalzeste-le inca o data.. aproape ca simt cum imi curge iar sange prin  vene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3165956117363635552?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3165956117363635552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-mi-mana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3165956117363635552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3165956117363635552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-mi-mana.html' title='Da-mi mana!'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-4247996740433484287</id><published>2009-04-03T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:44:48.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdZnKqFGcBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yCJnMR2qkf0/s1600-h/2448288816_2f80d2d245_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdZnKqFGcBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yCJnMR2qkf0/s200/2448288816_2f80d2d245_m%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320553442576855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, iti doresti sa mori.&lt;br /&gt;Sa lasi totul in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Sa se opreasca.&lt;br /&gt;Deodata.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce faci atunci cand nu-ti permiti luxul asta?&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci cand nu-ti permiti sa mori?&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu ai dreptul sa lasi in urma atatea suflete,&lt;br /&gt;Cand te doare sa traiesti, dar iti este interzis sa pleci?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-4247996740433484287?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/4247996740433484287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdZnKqFGcBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yCJnMR2qkf0/s72-c/2448288816_2f80d2d245_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3479148143218944735</id><published>2009-04-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:24:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te urăsc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdTmZ5M6K4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vzxzXoDJVr0/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdTmZ5M6K4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vzxzXoDJVr0/s200/DSC02292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130392357481346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, te urăsc.&lt;br /&gt;Da, pe tine. Pentru că meriţi. Pentru că mă doare.&lt;br /&gt;Şi te urăsc atît de intens, cu atîta pasiune.&lt;br /&gt;N-aş da acest sentiment puternic de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ură&lt;/span&gt; nici pentru toate iubirile trecătoare din lume.&lt;br /&gt;Nici pentru cele eterne.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-as da pe nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza ca ma urasti.&lt;br /&gt;Si eu te urăsc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza ca nu ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc eu pentru amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Ura asta e ceea ce ne leaga. Ura asta e singurul lucru pe care il avem in comun.&lt;br /&gt;Ce maşti perfecte! Ce actori pricepuţi!&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma prefac ca te urăsc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3479148143218944735?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3479148143218944735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-urasc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3479148143218944735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3479148143218944735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-urasc.html' title='Te urăsc'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SdTmZ5M6K4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vzxzXoDJVr0/s72-c/DSC02292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-660088586629332339</id><published>2009-03-28T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:40:27.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid of death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sc6LNeRGluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x6f5_wxdRQQ/s1600-h/168193763_8a7df5b4fc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sc6LNeRGluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x6f5_wxdRQQ/s400/168193763_8a7df5b4fc_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341273550493410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi se intampla uneori sa ma surprind gandindu-ma la moarte. Dar nu intr-un mod firesc - cu frica - ci percepand moartea ca o scapare. Vreau sa evadez! Ce cale mai buna decat moartea? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand iti planuiesti moartea e ca si cum ai planui o vacanta de vis, intr-un oras - sau intr-o statiune  -necunoscut/a, dar constient fiind ca nu ai decat bilet-dus.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu, nu vreau sa mor. Si nu sunt printre cei care planuiesc chestia asta. Nu-mi plac calatoriile alandala, fara destinatie, nu-mi place sa plec la drum lung fara benzina/motorina destula cat si pentru intors si mai ales - nu-mi place sa calatoresc cu mijloace de transport pe baza de bilet. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si daca intr-o seara ma voi duce pur si simplu la culcare si nu ma voi mai trezi? What if you'll just find me dead? no heart beating, no pulse.. What if everything will find it's end in ONE STuPID NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu vreau sa aflu dinainte cand am sa mor. Nu vreau sa recurg la metode care nu ma caracterizeaza - plansete, regrete, disperare, cutite si vaicareli. NU! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vreau sa mor cum moare tot omul: fara sa stiu - si daca se poate-, fara sa ma doara. ( Nici daca as fi sado-masochista n-as vrea sa ma doara &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insasi Moartea! )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar asta necesita un timp de gandire: trebuie sa meditez cum sa mor fericita. Ah, da. uitasem sa mentionez: vreau sa mor fericita ( hello, cine nu vrea asta?) - implinita. Si singura. Nu vreau bocitoare la inmormantare. Si NU VREAU SA PUTREZESC. no way! Dati-mi foc mai bine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N-as vrea ( folosesc conditionalul ca pe un timp de viitor) ca oamenii pe care ii iubesc sa sufere prea mult. N-as vrea sa-i vad -sa-i stiu- ca si-au distrus vietile din cauza mea. As vrea sa planga o zi. Atat. Apoi sa uite. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-ar placea in schimb sa-i vad pe cei ce m-au ranit suferind, regretand, temandu-se. As vrea sa-i vad macinati de amintiri dureroase. As vrea sa-i aud vorbindu-mi mie, cea trecuta in alta lume. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merita sa mori , nu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-660088586629332339?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/660088586629332339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-afraid-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/660088586629332339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/660088586629332339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-afraid-of-death.html' title='Are you afraid of death?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sc6LNeRGluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x6f5_wxdRQQ/s72-c/168193763_8a7df5b4fc_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6992902958569304741</id><published>2009-03-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:08:05.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><title type='text'>Leapsaaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tipul Intrebare + Raspuns. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat e ceasul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numele tau este?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ioana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porecla?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai tatuaje?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Culoarea ochilor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caprui inchis/Negru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locul in care te-ai nascut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternitate Iasi. cred ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mancare favorita?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai fost vreodata in USA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai infasurat vreodata pe cineva cu hartie igienica?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai iubit pe cineva atat de mult incat sa-ti vina sa plangi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai fost implicat in vreun accident de masina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crutoane sau bacon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crutoane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zi favorita din saptamana?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duminica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resturant favorit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce sport iti place sa urmaresti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin eliminare - fotbalul.(restul mi se par incredibil de plictisitoare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bautura favorita?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vin rouge, vin blanc" &amp;amp; chocolate frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inghetata favorita?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vanilie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walt Disney sau Warner Bros?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant fast food favorit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mc Donald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce culoare are dormitorul vostru?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSTRU? Al Meu e oranj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De cate ori ai copiat la vreun examen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examen? niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De la cine ai primit leapsa asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel-in-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In care magazin ai fi cheltuit toti bani de pe card?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unul de imbracaminte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce faci de obicei cand te plictisesti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschid calculatorul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La ce ora mergi la culcare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depinde. 23-23.30/ se poate si mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cine o sa raspunda prima/primul la leapsa asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa mine? Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cati dintre cei carora le trimiti leapsa nu-ti vor raspunde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciunul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce program tv nu pierzi niciodata?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pierd pe toate. din fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultima persoana cu care ai luat masa la restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce asculti in momentul asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cainele vecinului latrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Care e culoarea preferata?Negru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mare sau lac?&lt;br /&gt;Mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cate tatuaje ai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus minus 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai ramas vreodata fara benzina la masina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce preferi pisica sau catel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce anotimp preferi: vara sau iarna?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VARAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esti solo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aham&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esti indragostit de cineva?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaaaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cit e ceasul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6992902958569304741?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6992902958569304741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsaaa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6992902958569304741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6992902958569304741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsaaa.html' title='Leapsaaa.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-165684802972764066</id><published>2009-03-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:46:52.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='octavian paler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumnezeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El e acolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Scfm_TkUDMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ujl_Zg1hGfc/s1600-h/243695008_aed1909595_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Scfm_TkUDMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ujl_Zg1hGfc/s400/243695008_aed1909595_m%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316471860392889538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(252, 164, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;h1&gt;Interviu cu Dumnezeu - Octavian Paler&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Ai vrea sa-mi iei un interviu? deci…..zise Dumnezeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Daca ai timp...am raspuns eu.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dumnezeu a zâmbit, spunând:&lt;br /&gt;-Timpul meu este eternitatea. Ce intrebari ai vrea sa-mi pui? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Ce te surprinde cel mai mult la oameni? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dumnezeu a raspuns: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Faptul ca se plictisesc de copilarie, se grabesc sa creasca, apoi iarasi tânjesc sa fie copii; ca îsi pierd sanatatea ca sa faca bani si apoi îsi cheltuiesc banii ca sa-si refaca sanatatea; faptul ca se gandesc cu teama la viitor si uita prezentul iar astfel nu traiesc nici prezentul nici viitorul; ca traiesc ca si cum nu ar muri niciodata si mor ca si cum nu ar fi trait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dumnezeu mi-a luat mana si am stat tacuti un timp. Apoi am intrebat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Ca un parinte, care sunt câteva din lectiile de viata, pe care ai dori sa le învete copiii Tai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Sa invete ca dureaza doar cateva secunde sa deschida rani profunde in inima celor pe care ii iubesc si ca dureaza mai multi ani ca acestea sa se vindece; sa invete ca un om bogat nu este acela care are cel mai mult ci acela care are nevoie de cel mai putin; sa invete ca exista oameni care ii iubesc dar pur si simplu nu stiu sa-si exprime sentimentele; sa invete ca doi oameni se pot uita la acelasi lucru si ca pot sa-l vada in mod diferit; sa invete ca nu este suficient sa-i ierte pe ceilalti si ca de asemenea trebuie sa se ierte pe ei insisi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Multumesc pentru timpul acordat..am zis umil. Ar mai fi ceva: ce ai dori ca oamenii sa stie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dumnezeu m-a privit zâmbind si a zis:&lt;br /&gt;-Doar faptul ca Sunt aici, intotdeauna...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-165684802972764066?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/165684802972764066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/interviu-cu-dumnezeu-octavian-paler-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1890974181138459778</id><published>2009-03-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:04:35.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadere in pacat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odyssey'/><title type='text'>Caderea-n pacat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCUkC5jKz5k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCUkC5jKz5k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si tu, si eu,&lt;br /&gt;Nascuti din cate-o stea…&lt;br /&gt;Si eu, privind spre tine-n dreapta mea,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, uitand de ce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Refren&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Doamne si ingeri ce zguduie raiul,&lt;br /&gt;Raiul din temelii…&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii de fulger, cu parul de aur,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Doamne si ingeri ce zguduie raiul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="nosteal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, si eu,&lt;br /&gt;Nascuti din cate-o stea…&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, privind spre mine-n stanga ta,&lt;br /&gt;Si eu, uitand de ce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Refren&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Doamne si ingeri ce zguduie raiul,&lt;br /&gt;Raiul din temelii…&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii de fulger, cu parul de aur,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Doamne si ingeri ce zguduie raiul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1890974181138459778?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1890974181138459778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/caderea-n-pacat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1890974181138459778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1890974181138459778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/caderea-n-pacat.html' title='Caderea-n pacat'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2861657322597975899</id><published>2009-03-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:48:33.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ofensa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jignire'/><title type='text'>De ce jignim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SbVuYp_7JnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TI7ZagqkTLk/s1600-h/396275379_5b13cc2a65_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SbVuYp_7JnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TI7ZagqkTLk/s400/396275379_5b13cc2a65_m%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311272705423255154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne place sa jignim sau o facem neintentionat. Dar o facem. Oriunde si oricand.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, simtim o profunda dezamagire cand cineva spune ceva rau despre noi.&lt;br /&gt;"Cum a indraznit sa spuna asa ceva?!"&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum si noi indraznim sa spunem vrute si nevrute despre altii.&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum noi ne simtim jigniti, asa se simt si altii.&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum pe noi ne deranjeaza ( si inca,cum !), asa sunt si altii deranjati de spusele noastre.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum putem nega ceea ce altii ne spun?&lt;br /&gt;Cand cineva iti zice ca esti prost, poti sa ii spui "Nuuuu... de fapt tu esti prost, nu eu. Eu sunt chiar destept daca stau sa ma gandesc un pic!" NU. Nu putem raspunde jignirilor decat prin pumni si palme, sau eventual prin alte jigniri. Dar nu ne putem apara. Nu putem nega, nu putem demonstra ca nu e asa. Pentru ca jignirile nu sunt adevaruri sau minciuni. Sunt pareri, iar parerilor nu li se poate demonstra contrariul. Frustrant, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi NU sesizam. Nu sesizam cat de tare jignim, nu sesizam cat de rautaciosi/arţăgoşi suntem, şi poate ca nici nu ne pasă. Şi de ce ne-ar păsa, atâta timp cat nici ceilalţi nu sunt interesaţi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pentru ca de la noi incepe totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjugarile incep cu persoana I.&lt;br /&gt;Dar de ce persoana I ma reprezinta pe 'Mine'?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt 'Eu' prima pe lista?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu conjugam astfel :&lt;br /&gt;Tu faci&lt;br /&gt;Ea face&lt;br /&gt;Eu fac&lt;br /&gt;Voi faceti&lt;br /&gt;Ei fac&lt;br /&gt;Noi facem ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca totul depinde de Mine. Si de Tine. De Noi.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu jignesc, Tu nu jignesti, Noi nu jignim.&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca nici El/ Ea nu va mai jigni, in concluzie: Ei nu jignesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La asta vreau sa se ajunga. La mai putina ura, la mai putine jigniri, la mai putine certuri si astfel la mai putine scuze.&lt;br /&gt;Da, la mai putine scuze. Detest scuzele. E ca si cum ai saruta acolo unde mai devreme ai scuipat.&lt;br /&gt;Patetic.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa mai aud "Scuze" si " Imi pare rau", si poate ca nu mai vreau sa mai aud nici de&lt;br /&gt;"Iarta-ma" ( desi, trebuie sa recunosc, suna atat de frumos!).&lt;br /&gt;Dar prefer ca cei din jurul meu ( inclusiv eu)  sa evite greselile, chiar daca asta inseamna sa nu-l mai aud vreodata pe acel cuceritor "Iarta-ma". Am sa trec peste asta.&lt;br /&gt;N-am sa plang la noapte. Deloc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2861657322597975899?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2861657322597975899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-jignim.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2861657322597975899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2861657322597975899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-jignim.html' title='De ce jignim?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SbVuYp_7JnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TI7ZagqkTLk/s72-c/396275379_5b13cc2a65_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-8836548734670545868</id><published>2009-03-07T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:53:07.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinte'/><title type='text'>Leapsa [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;N-am mai scris de cateva zile. Din lipsa de chef &amp;amp; inspiratie. Asa ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://travel-in-mind.blogspot.com"&gt;scumpa mea Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; s-a gandit sa imi dea o leapsa, sa nu ma plictisesc. E o leapsa simpla, care a necesitat mai putin de 2 minute. Raspunsurile sunt sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt...&lt;/span&gt;exact acolo unde trebuie.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imi place…&lt;/span&gt;sa fac haz de necaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fac…&lt;/span&gt;numai ce ceea ce vreau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incerc…&lt;/span&gt;sa fiu ceea ce par a fi, sa par ceea ce sunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cred…&lt;/span&gt;intr-o viata mai buna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uit...&lt;/span&gt;uneori ce vreau de la viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niciodata..&lt;/span&gt;.n-am jignit pe cineva cu intentie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regret…&lt;/span&gt;ca n-am niciun regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sper…&lt;/span&gt;sa ajung acolo unde vreau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trebuie..&lt;/span&gt;.sa suport inca 3 ani jumate de liceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plang...&lt;/span&gt;atunci cand ma doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi-as dori...&lt;/span&gt;sa nu mai plang vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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[2]'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1676797443551156898</id><published>2009-02-27T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:58:39.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SahF6isTTZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZkIT_qWWiD8/s1600-h/so,on+the+last+day...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SahF6isTTZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZkIT_qWWiD8/s400/so,on+the+last+day...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307569032903478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Refuz sa cred ce simt acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa te mai vreau in viata mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa mai aud vreodata glasul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa mai accept ca te-am dorit candva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa fii aici, acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa ma intorc vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa plec, sa vin,sa fiu ca o sageata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa te mai chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa mai raspund cand sunt chemata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa fac ce-mi spui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz binevointa,cand nu e motivata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refuz sa inteleg ce simt acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Refuz sa cred c-ai sa renasti din scrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1676797443551156898?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1676797443551156898/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/refuz_4634.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1676797443551156898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1676797443551156898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/refuz_4634.html' title='Refuz'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SahF6isTTZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZkIT_qWWiD8/s72-c/so,on+the+last+day...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1901692314822804857</id><published>2009-02-27T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:23:49.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sagvbh11CYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/s2sD59rmPu8/s1600-h/2443436450_cf14462f02_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/Sagvbh11CYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/s2sD59rmPu8/s400/2443436450_cf14462f02_m%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307544310843246978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ce-ai face daca ai afla ca maine va fi ultima zi din viata ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- m-as trezi dimineata cu  un chef nebuuun de viata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as lua un mic-dejun copios (probabil plin de calorii, dar "ce conteaza?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- m-as imbraca in cele mai bune haine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- m-as opri la usa lui, pentru a-i marturisi cat de mult il iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- l-as saruta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- apoi as fugi, asteptand sa vina dupa mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as fura o masina si-as fugi undeva la munte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as sari cu parasuta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as incerca sa merg pe skiuri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as urca pe un munte si as urla cat m-ar tine gura ca vreau sa mai traiesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i-as injura pe  toti cei care m-au mintit/jignit/enervat in mod intentionat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- le-as spune tuturor cat de mult ii ador si cat au insemnat pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- as manca spaghetti la pranz &amp;amp; seara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as fugi ca disperata dupa care m-as opri undeva si m-as aseza in fund sa-mi trag sufletu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- ***as plange***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as rade la orice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- m-as ruga ( as spune o rugaciune)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- as astepta , cu o tigara si un pahar de vin fiert, sa mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1901692314822804857?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1901692314822804857/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-ultima-zi.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1901692314822804857'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7778836158376479905</id><published>2009-02-26T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:44:53.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaFee - Shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-191e2038beca6a57" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-9214198036235356416</id><published>2009-02-26T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:46:28.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lectura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>"Scris pe trup" / Portia de lectura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SablFoAkEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zm7Fs4BjMGY/s1600-h/65e74e3a293ab323614fb523e0438770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SablFoAkEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zm7Fs4BjMGY/s320/65e74e3a293ab323614fb523e0438770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181095704597218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahh.. ce stare naspa , ce toropeala continua. In aceasta atmosfera de oboseala, eu m-am apucat de citit ^.^ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Scris pe trup , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de Jeanette Winterson. Interesanta carte. Are cateva pasaje foarte dragute pe care, fara alte comentarii, as vrea sa le scriu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" E usor sa inseli.Infidelitatea nu e un motiv de lauda. La inceput nu te costa nimic sa iei din increderea pe care cineva si-a pus-o in tine. Scapi neprins, mai iei putin si inca putin, pana nu mai ai din ce lua. Straniu, mainile ar trebui sa-ti fie pline avand in vedere cat ai luat, insa, atunci cand le deschizi, in ele nu se afla nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Cand zic &lt;&lt;am&gt;Am sa-ti port credinţă&gt;, trag o linie clară, delimitând orice alte dorinte. Nimeni nu poate legifera dragostea; nu i se pot da ordine si nu poate fi lingusita si facuta sa-ti dea ascultare. Iubirea isi apartine doar siesi, e surda la rugaminti si nu o poti cere prin violenta. Dragostea nu e ceva ce poti negocia.&lt;br /&gt; Iubirea e singurul lucru mai puternic decat dorinta si unicul motiv logic pentru care poti rezista tentatiei. Exista oameni care spun ca poti baricada usa , tinand astfel afara ispita , cei care cred ca dorintele ratacite pot fi alungate din inima asemenea zarafilor de pe langa temple. Poate chiar reusesc, daca iti tii sub control slabiciunile zi si noapte, nu te uiti, nu mirosi, nu visezi. Cel mai de incredere Securicor*, sanctionat de biserica si aprobat de stat, este casatoria. Jura ca-i vei purta credinta pe viata lui sau ei si, ca prin minune, asta se va intampla. In adulter e vorba in egala masura despre sex, dar si despre deziluzie. Farmecul nu si-a facut efectul. Ai dat toti banii aia, ai mancat tortul si totusi n-a mers. Nu e vina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ta, &lt;/span&gt;nu-i asa? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***" Casatoria e arma cea mai ineficienta impotriva dorintei. La fel de sigura cum e o pusca cu aer comprimat impotriva unui piton."***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/am&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-9214198036235356416?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/9214198036235356416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/scris-pe-trup-portia-de-lectura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/9214198036235356416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/9214198036235356416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/scris-pe-trup-portia-de-lectura.html' title='&quot;Scris pe trup&quot; / Portia de lectura'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SablFoAkEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zm7Fs4BjMGY/s72-c/65e74e3a293ab323614fb523e0438770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-962629731624558014</id><published>2009-02-23T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:45:10.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caldura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frig'/><title type='text'>Soare, dulce soare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaLD5YyMJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BgoyC0CUraM/s1600-h/3D+Landscape+%2855%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaLD5YyMJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BgoyC0CUraM/s320/3D+Landscape+%2855%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018701668787650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, soare tampit.. unde-ai disparut? cui ne-ai lasat? ne-ai uitat de tot??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma trezesc dimineata, si cand scot mustatile pe geam inghet complet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iar sunt -8 grade afara. Se anunta +2 grade mai pe dupa-amiaza.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dar si atunci ma bate vantu-n fund. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci mi-e frig.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si-atunci vreau sa fie vara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide, Soare, vino inapoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si,te rog, nu mai pleca de langa noi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-962629731624558014?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/962629731624558014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/soare-dulce-soare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/962629731624558014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/962629731624558014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/soare-dulce-soare.html' title='Soare, dulce soare...'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaLD5YyMJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BgoyC0CUraM/s72-c/3D+Landscape+%2855%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-6945770209386286034</id><published>2009-02-21T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:20:06.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Ranim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaAoocKdIYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C3pLf-PvVwg/s1600-h/You_Can_t_Hurt_Me_Anymore_by_djhakk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaAoocKdIYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C3pLf-PvVwg/s400/You_Can_t_Hurt_Me_Anymore_by_djhakk%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305285036262367618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ca asa e uman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Totusi, daca ne-am intreba "cum facem sa ii ranim fix pe cei care ne iubesc?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simplu. Ii ranim tocmai pentru ca ne iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ii putem rani pe cei carora nu le pasa, tocmai pentru ca nu am avea cum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; De aceea suntem raniti tocmai de cei pe care ii iubim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu m-am intrebat "de ce m-a ranit tocmai el? De ce EL?&lt;br /&gt;El, pe care il iubeam cel mai mult" .&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca el , fetita, ca daca ar fi incercat altcineva sa-ti franga inima, n-ar fi putut.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa tii inima cuiva in mana ca s-o poti frange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile-s blande de obicei. Prefera sa lase inima lui sa zboare decat s-o sfarame si s-o arunce pe asfaltul atat de murdar ar viselor distruse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-6945770209386286034?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/6945770209386286034/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/ranim.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6945770209386286034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/6945770209386286034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/ranim.html' title='Ranim..'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SaAoocKdIYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C3pLf-PvVwg/s72-c/You_Can_t_Hurt_Me_Anymore_by_djhakk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3900635613322331975</id><published>2009-02-21T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:20:10.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea &amp; El</title><content type='html'>Zi friguroasa de iarna. O banca. El  si Ea. Ea se ridica.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Plec"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Pleaca"&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Ma lasi sa plec?"&lt;br /&gt;El: "N-ai decat."&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Deci nu-ti pasa."&lt;br /&gt;El: "Imi pasa. Dar n-am de gand sa te impiedic. Poti pleca." [In gandul sau : "te vei intoarce oricum"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Sa stii ca nu ma mai intorc!"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Stiu." [In gandul lui: "E,pe naiba!"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Vei suferi?"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Da." [ "dupa cine, dupa tine? de ce sa sufar, meriti? si oricum te vei intoarce."]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Ma minti!"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Nu, iubito, nu te mint. Te iubesc" ["inceteaza naibii cu prostiile astea. Ma enervezi."]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Te vei gandi la mine?"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Da." [ "La tine, si la tipa aia buna pe care-am cunoscut-o aseara.Mamaaaa, ce fund avea!"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Te iubesc"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Si eu." ["cateodata, in dormitor"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Ma vei iubi mereu?"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Da." ["daca n-ai sa te ingrasi."]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Si eu"&lt;br /&gt;El zambeste. [In gand : " Sa fii sanatoasa"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea:" Unde mergem?"&lt;br /&gt;El: "Unde vrei."[ "Unde naibii sa mergem? Parca plecai ! Am zis ceva gresit? De ce nu mai pleci?"]&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Mai bine mai tarziu. Acum mi-e frig.Du-ma acasa, te rog."&lt;br /&gt;El: "Bine, scumpo." [" de cand astept clipa asta! era si timpul, fetito. N-am timp de tine azi. Sunt grabit"]&lt;br /&gt;..In fata casei ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: "Ne vedem maine. Te iubesc."&lt;br /&gt;El: "Da, si eu." ["Stupid raspuns. &lt;&lt;si&gt;&gt; Ce-am vrut oare sa spun prin asta? Ma rog."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pleaca. Ea ii face din mana.&lt;br /&gt;Ea gandeste: "Off, daca ai sti cat de mult te iubesc.."&lt;br /&gt;El gandeste, privind inapoi: "Femeile astea... Inchide naibii mai repede usa!"&lt;/si&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3900635613322331975?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3900635613322331975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/femeia-si-barbatul.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3900635613322331975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3900635613322331975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/femeia-si-barbatul.html' title='Ea &amp; El'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-1903766580774978845</id><published>2009-02-19T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:48:38.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De urcat te urci, dar cum te dai jos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZ1xPwulwoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pNHZIJqHINA/s1600-h/Fear_and_Regret_by_deathtopanic%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZ1xPwulwoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pNHZIJqHINA/s200/Fear_and_Regret_by_deathtopanic%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304520451704603266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Azi a fost o zi ciudata, daca nu chiar tampita. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In primul rand, ninge! ninge,cand vroiam sa vad soare, mult, mult soare!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In al doilea rand... am intrat in casa pe balcon. Mi-am lasat , ca de obicei, cheile acasa. Iar ai mei au plecat. M-am invartit cat m-am invartit eu in jurul casei, cautand o solutie, pana mi-au dat lacrimile. Era ori de suparare, ori de frig, pentru ca ningea de spargea. Apoi mi-a picat fisa: aveam nevoie de o scara ca sa pot intra in balconul de la etajul 1. Am mers la vecini, am imprumutat una si am urcat...Buuun. am ajuns in picioare pe balustrada [yeeey,victorie!!! - mare fericire] si am sarit in balcon.pe gresie.cu ghetele pline de zapada. Ce s-a intamplat?.. Ce era de asteptat,pentru orice om normal la cap. Dar nu pentru mine , nu nu.[-x ! Am facut un BUF cu fundul de gresia aia atat de rece si atat de tare. M-a durut. Da, m-a durut. Dar oricat de tare am simtit lovitura, pe atat de tare m-a pufnit rasul. Va-sa-zica eu urcasem pe o scara extrem de alunecoasa pana la etaj, m-am urcat pe balustrada si m-am inecat ca tiganul la mal! eh, asta e , se mai intampla. O sa trec si peste durerea asta si... o sa-mi iau cheile cu mine de acum :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-1903766580774978845?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/1903766580774978845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-urcat-te-urci-dar-cum-te-dai-jos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1903766580774978845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/1903766580774978845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-urcat-te-urci-dar-cum-te-dai-jos.html' title='De urcat te urci, dar cum te dai jos?'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZ1xPwulwoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pNHZIJqHINA/s72-c/Fear_and_Regret_by_deathtopanic%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2999417687147014256</id><published>2009-02-18T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:54:18.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the best thing you have ever done?[Leapsa 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZx3A2_V9FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/l82Kajqcl0Y/s1600-h/cigarette%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZx3A2_V9FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/l82Kajqcl0Y/s320/cigarette%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245317780501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ieri, &lt;a href="http://travel-in-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; mi-a dat o leapsa. Mi-a oferit acest luuung sir de afirmatii, iar eu trebuia sa le "boldesc"/colorez pe cele care mi se potriveau. Si asta am facut . O invit astfel sa faca si ea acelasi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;03) Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;06) Held a tarantula. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;07) Taken a candlelit bath with someone &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;08) Said ‘I love you’ and meant it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;09) Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;10) Done a striptease &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;11) Bungee jumped &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) Visited &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pisa&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;19) Touched an iceberg &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;20) Slept under the stars &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;28) Had a food fight &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;31) Asked out a stranger &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;32) Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;35) Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;42) Hit a home run &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;53) Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;55) Watched wild whales &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;56) Stolen a sign &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;57) Backpacked in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;59) Rock climbing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;62) Sky diving &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;63) Visited &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;64) Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;66) Visited &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;68) Milked a cow &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;69) Alphabetized your records &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;71) Sung karaoke &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;74) Scuba diving &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;76) Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;77) Played in the mud &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;80) Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;81) Visited the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Great Wall of China&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;84) Started a business &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;86) Toured ancient sites &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;90) Gotten engaged &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;91) Been in a movie &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;92) Crashed a party &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;96) Had sex at the office &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;103) Gotten divorced &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;105) Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;109) Performed on stage &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;110) Been to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Las   Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;111) Recorded music &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;112) Eaten shark &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;114) Gone to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;116) Bought a house &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;117) Been in a combat zone &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;119) Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;123) Bounced a check &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;126) Raised children &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;134) …more than once? - More than twice? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;135) Walked the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Golden   Gate&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;138) Had plastic surgery &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;143) Piloted an airplane &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;144) Petted a stingray &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;147) Been fired or laid off from a job &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;149) Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;150) Killed a human being &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;152) Ridden a motorcycle &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;157) Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;158) Had major surgery &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Grand  Canyon&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;172) Had 2 - (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;173) Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;175) Gone back to school &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;176) Parasailed &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;177) Changed your name &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;178) Petted a cockroach &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;180) Read The Iliad &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;183) …and gotten 86ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;189) Been elected to public office &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;190) Written your own computer language &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;196) Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;97) Been a DJ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;199) Written your own role playing game &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;200) Been arrested&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2999417687147014256?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2999417687147014256/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-best-thing-you-have-ever-done.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2999417687147014256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2999417687147014256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-best-thing-you-have-ever-done.html' title='What&apos;s the best thing you have ever done?[Leapsa 1]'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZx3A2_V9FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/l82Kajqcl0Y/s72-c/cigarette%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7256506362153609118</id><published>2009-02-14T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:40:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipologia prostilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cu siguranta am gandit cu totii ( macar o data) ca prostia ar trebui sa doara, ca sa existe mai putini prosti. Din pacate, acest lucru este cel putin irealizabil. Ce naspa! Gandindu-ma la chestia asta timp indelungat, am constatat ca , ei bine, exista mai multe categorii de prosti. ( aceasta teorie nu imi apartine doar mie, ci a fost judecata impreuna cu &lt;a href="http://travel-in-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Sa incepem,deci, cu inceputul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1.PROSTUL ATOTSTIITOR &lt;/span&gt;. Genul asta de prost se gaseste peste tot.Din cele mai bune scoli pana la toate colturile strazii si, de cele mai multe ori se invarte intre aceste doua spatii. Isi arata prostia de la o posta. Vorbeste mult,spune tampenii, dar nu realizeaza cat de absurd este. Se considera buricul pamantului si crede ca toata lumea se invarte in jurul lui. Ii place sa fie ascultat de toti, dar nu asculta pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2.PROSTUL NAIV.&lt;/span&gt; Se gaseste cel mai des in prezenta unui prost din categoria 1.Se supune oricui. Asculta cu sfintenie si pune imediat in aplicare orice sfat primit. Nu gandeste de unul singur si merge pe principiul "atunci cand esti independent inseamna ca nu ai incredere in cel ce te sfatuieste". Proasta alegere. Crede in el doar atunci cand are pe cineva aproape care sa ii spuna incontinuu ca "va fi ok" si ca "esti in stare sa treci peste asta". Iubeste pe oricine si este usor de ranit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3.PROSTUL TACUT.&lt;/span&gt; Ca un mielusel. Il gasesti exact acolo unde l-ai lasat.Nu misca un ac fara sa ceara voie sau fara sa fie rugat. Tace si face.De obicei e foarte politicos si,totodata,plicticos. Rade la glume seci si se imbraca in haine "tricotate".Zambetul lui e sterp si uneori prostesc.Te oboseste prin felul lui calm,docil si extrem de lent.Poarta pantaloni mai scurti decat trebuie (si nu ma refer la short sau 3/4.Pur si simplu cu 5 cm mai scurti decat lungimea normala.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4.PROSTUL COCALAR&lt;/span&gt;.Specie intalnita din ce in ce mai des. Incaltat cu Puma aurii,imbracat in blugi Georgio Armani luati la reducere, acest tip obisnuieste sa dantzuiasca oriunde se duce. Rade mult, face misto si foloseste texte de genul "Ce faci, papusa?" cu toate fetele. De la un km distanta i se observa cataramele/capsele aurii reflectand razele solare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7256506362153609118?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7256506362153609118/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/tipologia-prostilor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7256506362153609118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7256506362153609118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/tipologia-prostilor.html' title='Tipologia prostilor'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-7042830343642679018</id><published>2009-02-11T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:19:23.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up comedy - Despre iarba @ caffe deko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Azi am vazut cel mai tare stand up comedy ever!!! Il puteti vedea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsPxLxKmqtI"&gt;aici .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E absolut COMIC.Amuzant.Are de toate. Daca aveti abilitatea de a suporta orice fel de limbaj, accesati linkul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recomandarea mea completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-7042830343642679018?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/7042830343642679018/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/stand-up-comedy-dupa-iarba-caffe-deko.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7042830343642679018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/7042830343642679018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/stand-up-comedy-dupa-iarba-caffe-deko.html' title='Stand up comedy - Despre iarba @ caffe deko'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-2004924963564800131</id><published>2009-02-10T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:42:31.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sapanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peisaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excursie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manastire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rarau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapada'/><title type='text'>Pozele noastre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMmOfnSg_I/AAAAAAAAADY/f4tIo2LgowI/s1600-h/P2088686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMmOfnSg_I/AAAAAAAAADY/f4tIo2LgowI/s320/P2088686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301623216791520242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Noapte deja - luna si toate cele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMmCoCTGBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6bgWPqU7j3s/s1600-h/P2088684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMmCoCTGBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6bgWPqU7j3s/s320/P2088684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301623012893857810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        La coborare - se insera  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMlhBk1HOI/AAAAAAAAADI/6jlws8hsnzo/s1600-h/P2088668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMlhBk1HOI/AAAAAAAAADI/6jlws8hsnzo/s320/P2088668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301622435634027746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Drumul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMlISClazI/AAAAAAAAADA/xV17Yt5RgdA/s1600-h/P2088663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMlISClazI/AAAAAAAAADA/xV17Yt5RgdA/s320/P2088663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301622010557066034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Peisaj - tot de pe Rarau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMkgF4R_II/AAAAAAAAAC4/nAfM1dL2pCs/s1600-h/P2088660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMkgF4R_II/AAAAAAAAAC4/nAfM1dL2pCs/s320/P2088660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621320097856642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Cam ce vedem de pe Rarau ( in urcare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMjyE_z71I/AAAAAAAAACo/1w1adlpG_QY/s1600-h/P2088651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMjyE_z71I/AAAAAAAAACo/1w1adlpG_QY/s320/P2088651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301620529587023698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munca-n echipa sau 'Poftiti la-mpins masina pe serpentinele Raraului'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMjbAPc8PI/AAAAAAAAACg/7rO5XHtoVDA/s1600-h/P2078628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMjbAPc8PI/AAAAAAAAACg/7rO5XHtoVDA/s320/P2078628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301620133173457138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Penitenciarul din timpul comunismului ( Sighet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMi6xj-d8I/AAAAAAAAACY/maItn5_pKvY/s1600-h/P2078608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMi6xj-d8I/AAAAAAAAACY/maItn5_pKvY/s320/P2078608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301619579477194690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;            Cimitirul Vesel( Sapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ţa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZH2OLo3BLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_J2bgkJGPCY/s1600-h/P2078597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZH2OLo3BLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_J2bgkJGPCY/s320/P2078597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288959894553778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Manastirea Sapanta- a doua manastire din lemn ( dupa inaltime) din Europa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-2004924963564800131?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/2004924963564800131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/poze.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2004924963564800131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/2004924963564800131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/poze.html' title='Pozele noastre.'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZMmOfnSg_I/AAAAAAAAADY/f4tIo2LgowI/s72-c/P2088686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119021342765018892.post-3353254693898905881</id><published>2009-02-10T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:00:38.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mici furnicute ( jurnal de calatorie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZHz7mtr-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/QSPVmNJ1OcA/s1600-h/P2078606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZHz7mtr-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/QSPVmNJ1OcA/s320/P2078606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301286441721789330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oamneee, cat sunt de obosita! Vineri dimineata am plecat inspre Borsa. am ajuns acolo relativ terminata fizic, insa cateva beri m-au trezit. Mi-a fost putin cam rau, dar am rezistat. In noaptea aia insa, am dormit cam 3, maxim 4 ore, adica de la 4-5 la 8. Groaznic. M-am trezit amortita si mai obosita decat ma urcasem in pat. Colegul meu de camera era insa atat de odihnit incat de fiecare data cand il auzeam fredonand o melodie sau il vedeam dansand imi venea sa-mi trag palme. Dar asta e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Apoi,dimineata ne-am urcat hopa-sus in masina ( de fapt era un microbuz obosit, dar care ne antrena intr-o atmosfera destul de placuta ) si am plecat spre Sapanţa. Nerabdatoare mai eram sa vad marele "Cimitir vesel". Tare dezamagita am mai fost! "Cimitirul Vesel" nu era altceva decat un cimitir ale carui morminte erau ... pictate(fotografie). Si scria pe fiecare cate o poezie (chinuita, ce-i drept, ca doar oamenii de la sat nu-s Eminescu in persoana). Nu prea am ras, ce-i drept. O singura poezioara era scrisa asa, mai cu talent, si tocmai pentru ca mi-a placut am sa o public mai jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A trait 82 de ani. Mr 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub aceasta cruce grea,&lt;br /&gt;Zace biata soacra mea&lt;br /&gt;Trei zile de mai traia&lt;br /&gt;Zaceam si citea ea&lt;br /&gt;Voi care treceti pe aici&lt;br /&gt;Incercati sa no treziti&lt;br /&gt;Ca acasa daca vine&lt;br /&gt;Iarăi cu gura pă mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Da asa eu moi purta &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca-napoi n a inturna &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cei care cititi aici &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca mine sa nu patiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Soacra buna va gasiti &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ea bine sa traiti " &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trebuie sa mentionez ca eu am redat integral textul scris pe mormant, nu raspunde de greselile gramaticale.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;M-a amuzat aceasta chestiuţa.Nu stiu de ce,dar m-a facut sa uit ca ma aflu pe un mormant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ok, acum am sa revin la povestea mea. In aceeasi zi am dat o raita prin Sighet. Ador orasul. Nu e mare,nu e mic. E perfect. M-am simtit mai bine ca acasa acolo. dar asta e. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am revenit in frumoasa Borsa ( habar nu am daca e intr-adevar "frumoasa" , ca n-am vazut-o decat noaptea, dar zic si eu asa). Si da-i,tataie, cu vin, pana m-a apucat cheful de dansat. si-am dansat si-am cantat pana pe la 1.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi hai la nani. Certuri cu companionul si somn. 4 ore,pana la 9 fara ceva. La 10 ne-am facut bagajelul si-am plecat spre Iasi.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am oprit totusi pe parcurs sa urcam Rarăul.Frumos loc.Si al dracului de greu de urcat pe jos. Doamne, ca tare am mai ostenit! am crezut ca mor si nu mai ajung la naiba la cabana aia din varf. Dar am ajuns. Am ajuns la salvamont ! si eram atat de fericiti! cand... suddenly am realizat ca...gresisem drumul. ERAM PE ALT VARF!!!! Am oftat cu totii si, dupa multe refuzuri din partea mea, am plecat totusi la drum spre... adevarata cabana Rarau.&lt;br /&gt;Si da, am ajuns la ea. Si da, am baut imediat o ciocolata calda. Si ... NU, nu am avut timp nici sa ma odihnesc, nici sa ma incalzesc, iar de uscat nici n-a fost vorba, caci a trebuit sa ne apucam de coborat la loc, sa nu se prinda noaptea prin padure, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;ă&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;  de! n-aveam lanterna si dadeam de dracu de` se intuneca. Si-am ajuns cu bine la masina si ne-am scos papucii si sosetele ude si am cotrobait si ne-am impartit hainele intre noi, dar a fost ataaaat de frumos ! cea mai bestiala experienta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Si ce n-as da ca acum sa fiu iar acolo, acolo sus pe munte, unde-i frig, unde-mi ingheata fundu', unde mi se uda papucii si implicit sosetele, si sa mor de sete si de foame (aa da , am p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;ă&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;ă&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;t zapada- curata ,evident! ). Acolo unde timpul sta in loc , si viata sta in loc , si pancarda intoarsa invers sta in loc ( in locul nepotrivit, dar asta e ) si toate stau in loc, mai putin noi, micii calatori, micile furnicute terminate din toate punctele de vedere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119021342765018892-3353254693898905881?l=just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/feeds/3353254693898905881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/mici-furnicute-jurnal-de-calatorie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3353254693898905881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119021342765018892/posts/default/3353254693898905881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kill-them-all.blogspot.com/2009/02/mici-furnicute-jurnal-de-calatorie.html' title='Mici furnicute ( jurnal de calatorie)'/><author><name>Ionushkya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831416825945797326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agMINPfewDg/TfeMyWWTJXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VzsOTdIuOMw/s220/ionushkya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UO7B-ueyt8/SZHz7mtr-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/QSPVmNJ1OcA/s72-c/P2078606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
