<?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-544033511129896719</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:18:34.342+03:00</updated><category term='vechiul blog lucruri pozitive'/><category term='Andreea'/><category term='de ce timp'/><category term='La multi Ani  pentru ea'/><category term='iar luni'/><category term='unde esti'/><title type='text'>Suflet deschis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4039636921567833959</id><published>2010-10-29T16:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:36:22.371+03:00</updated><title type='text'>da, a sosit momentul ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dupa cum zice si titlul, da, a sosit momentul sa va dau peste nas. idee e ca dupa ce m'am despartit de stefania pentru a ma cupla cu prietena ei cea mai buna am avut parte de o luna cu multe intamplari... sa zicem ca au fost tentative de razbunare din partea stefaniei si al prietenului Catalinei, bineinteles.. cu o idee josnica de a se combina intre ei... m'a amuzat foarte tare ideea de exchange parteners... si poze arse virtual si alte cacaturi de genu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acum dupa cum va ziceam, a fost o luna si 2 zile dar care s'a terminat. insa spre deosebire de stefania pentru catalina am o stima deosebita si voi avea in continuare un respect pt ea si ce este mai important este ca am ramas prieteni... ideea este ca fata asta chiar e cu capu pe umeri si a trecut prin foarte multe :) langa un idiot ce nu o merita, dar cine sunt eu sa ii judec deciziile ? in fine.. da, sunt eu si as putea sa o fac...esentialu e ca azi dimineata m'a trezit din somn si a vrut sa ne intalnim bineinteles ca am facut'o mi'a zis ca treaba nu merge ca ii este dor de cata... si nah ... in fine am inteles ne'am despartit dupa care am plecat... iar cum dupa introducerea asta ajung unde am vrut eu de fapt si de drept... vedeti voi daca eram nesimtit bla bla cum ati mai spus voi as fi procedat cu ea la fel cum am procedat cu stefania dar din pacate ea chiar a fost ok... nu e o ciudata nimic, am numai cuvinte de lauda pentru ea si chiar nu regret nimic din ce s'a intamplat. so fuck you all son's of bitches that doubted about be and the real side of the story!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4039636921567833959?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4039636921567833959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/10/da-sosit-momentul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4039636921567833959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4039636921567833959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/10/da-sosit-momentul.html' title='da, a sosit momentul ...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7787391838804195228</id><published>2010-09-30T13:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:29:00.584+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urari de bine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bai sa vedeti ce cretin pot fi... eram la tara si se apropia sesiunea de toamna a Bacu'lui pt cei care nu au luat in vara. Ce m'am gandit eu ? I'a sa'i sun pe colegii care nu au luat sa le zic si eu bafta si chestiile care se cad a fi zise. Il sun pe Cata primu..totu ok :)) asta era pe la meditatii m'a sunat dupa am vorbit a fost totul ok, dupa a urmat Tomita, de asemenea totul ok mi'a multumit si chiar eram incantat ca am facut si eu un lucru bun..dar ce sa vezi frate, a 3 a a fost cu "noroc" bineinteles, l'am sunat pe Goe evident, cine altcineva sa ma enerveze la culme ? Il sun pe asta il intreb ce face una alta... la care cretinu mi'o tranteste asa cu un aer de superioritate de parca el ar fi fost Osiris si eu vreun sclav "ce vrei?" pfoai simteam cum imi fierbe sangele in tample dar totusi m'am abtinut :)) pt prima oara nu l'am mai injurat am zis sa fiu dragut, bine nu l'am mai injurat cu voce tare filmu se derula in mintea mea cu o viteaza mare :)) o sa incerc sa redau ceea ce ii ziceam si ceea ce gandeam poate asa o sa va amuzati putin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce vreau?! ahh am sunat sa iti zic bafta la bac nimic special, sa'l iei cu nota mare / pe dracu retardatule noroc ca ti'am dat eu sa copiezi la prima sesiune si nu te'ai facut de cacao cu 4 ala :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa fi atent pe acolo sa profiti de ocazii / sa dea domnu sa te prinda sefu de comisie cand copiezi sa rad ca un animal cand aflu ca te'a dat afara din bac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in fine... nu mai stiu ce i'am zis cert e ca am inchis si eram destul de nervos iar mintea mea a continuat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prostu de Goe daca face de mai mult de 3 o sa fie decorat erou national, bai si cand ii ziceam in liceu ca e retard punea buza aia de camila si cand era la 1297841293721 m de mine ma injura, of viata, viata ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;partea mai faina a fost in momentul in care s'a terminat a doua sesiune de bac si momentul in care am aflat ca nu a luat bacu... mai ales ca nu a obtinut nimic macar 3... ma rog... se zice ca nu este bine sa te bucuri de raul altcuiva,dar asta sunt eu un nenorocit :&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7787391838804195228?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7787391838804195228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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altceva mai vrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dupa o luna si jumate imi ceri lamuriri, ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dupa cum am zis, soarta a tinut cu tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eram in zona si am zis sa'ti fac un bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e drept ca m'ai calcat pe bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;facandu'ma sa te astept dar e ok.. nu regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nu mai retin tot ce mi'ai zis nu am dat prea multa importanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ce e drept ca ai tinut din adins sa'mi razi in fata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ai ti'au zis ca nu sunt cu capu pe umeri, un papagal cu acte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ei bine hai sa ii intrebam cine a intrat primul la universitate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prietena ta zice ca a fumat multi ca mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;se inseala nu mai exista nimeni ca mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pana si dracu se fereste de mintea mea incisiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;din pacate voi doua judecati ca in comuna primitiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;si in ceva legat de ce imi ziceai zi de zi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cand imi spuneai te iubesc vroiai sa'ti raspund cu mersi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deci A de la Alex sau Sfantul Iuda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;da stiu ca e greu pt tine sa intelegi duda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6464595376478270466?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7448290118582942491</id><published>2010-09-19T15:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:04:14.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>nu stiu cum sa numesc asta</title><content type='html'>trebuie sa zic ca dupa postarea de ieri am primit ceva critici si a trebuit sa dau alte lamuriri legate de ce am scris :-) trebuie sa zic ca nu am scris aia de acolo ca as fi fost frustrat cum ca s-ar fi combinat ea cu altcineva sau ca inca tin la ea si nu am putut sa trec peste, nicidecum. asa am simtit ca trebuie sa lamuresc chestia asta sa nu o las ca in tren, poate ca am fost cam dur, dar viata cum e? huh...voua va place sa credeti ca totul e roz? ei bine aflati de la mine ca rozu e de rahat :)). cert e ca da, am fost bulangiu dar nu am pareri de rau. nu regret nimic :). si ca sa inchei odata pt totdeauna cu subiectul asta pe care eu deja il consider uitat si inchis pun punct aici la toata treaba asta. stiu ca lumea e datoare sa critice si sa vorbeasca iar acest fapt nu poate fi oprit asta e...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7448290118582942491?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7448290118582942491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/09/nu-stiu-cum-sa-numesc-asta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7448290118582942491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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M-am simtit obligat sa prezint mai multe lamuriri. Le fac aici pt ca fata in fata cu mine ai fi plecat dupa 2 minute,mai mult nu ai fi rezistat."imi pare rau ca ai ajuns la concluzia ca eu nu pot trai fara tine",scumpa lui Alex, esti cumva ipocrita?!sau intamplarea face sa uiti ceea ce vorbesti. adu-ti aminte prima noastra cearta cand eu eram la tara,dupa ea la ceva timp m-ai sunat sa ne impacat pentru ca si te citez din nou pe tine acum "nu pot trai fara tine",remember?! aha...sper sa iti fi adus aminte acum, ca ti-am dat atatea detalii si nu traiesc cu impresii gresite, doar ma bazam pe spusele tale.&lt;br /&gt;urmatorul lucru pe care as vrea sa ti-l zic este ca... ar fi bine sa mai actualizezi calendarul de la tine din bucatarie, pentru ca in iunie, noi dadeam bacul! cum as fi putut lua bacul daca nu eram in Brasov?! ahhh da... am metamorfozat o piatra in mine si m-am dus acolo...da... interesant! e ca sunt bun?! am plecat cu muuult mai tarziu!&lt;br /&gt;asa...la partea cu dorul de tine...aici poate ai dreptate, insa stiai din prima zi in care m-ai cunoscut ca eu nu sunt omul siropurilor, si acum sincer iti zic ca faceam ca toti dracii cand imi ziceai la telefon ca ma iubesti si oarecum ma obligai sa iti zic inapoi. nu sunt genul de om care sa traiasca cu un te iubesc, sau mi-e dor de tine! nu iti e de ajuns ca stii, ma mai faci sa iti si spun eventual sa devin emo ca nu suntem unul langa celalalt? fi serioasa...!!!&lt;br /&gt;da, nu e genul meu sa stau sa ma rog de cineva, nu imi place sa fortez sau sa constrang o persoana pentru a face ceva  ce nu-i convine, faptul ca esti rasfatata este problema ta, insa nu ti-ai gasit persoana care sa te tina in palme ca vezi doamne esti tu cu curu-n sus din nu stiu ce motiv.&lt;br /&gt;si la faza cu nu prea mi-am respectat eu partea mea de angajament a relatiei te rog sa ma scuzi dar esti putin nebuna?! uite iti dau numai cateva exemple: cand nu ai luat bacul am fost langa tine si te-am sustinut?! Am fost! Cand mama ta nu vorbea cu tine din cauza ca nu ai luat bacul am fost langa tine?! Am fost! Cand nu ai intrat la facultate&lt;br /&gt;si tot asa erai intre ciocan si nicovala am fost langa tine?! Am fost! Stii... e aiurea sa imi zici ca ai fost alaturi langa mine cand am avut nevoie...spre exemplu cand s-a operat mama persoane straine mi-au urat bafta si sa fiu tare, care nu ma cunosc asa bine puteai sa fi si tu una din acele persoane....dar nah:) sa nu fiu taran si sa iti multumesc ca ai fost langa mine:)&lt;br /&gt;da,sunt un miserupist pt ca am aproape 20 de ani si vreau sa imi traiesc viata,sa simt ca traiesc deoarece anii astia nu mai vin inapoi. Scuza-ma dar ... ai 19 ani si vrei sa porti verigheta, mi-ai zis ca ma iubesti dupa o saptamana si la nici o luna iti faceai planuri ca sa ne mutam impreuna, ei bine care din noi doi pierde? tu timp alergand dupa cai verzi pe pereti sau eu ca vreau sa ma bucur de viata?!&lt;br /&gt;oricum daca intr-o zi voi realiza ca am gresit voi veni la tine sau te voi suna sa-mi cer scuze,dar cum ziua asta nu v-a fi prea curand ai face bine sa nu o astepti....&lt;br /&gt;ok...am terminat cu lamuririle hai sa-ti dau cateva sfaturi poate o sa vrei sa le bagi la minte ca sa iti fie tine bine. sa incepem...oricat ti-ar place un baiat nu i te pune pe tava, se v-a gandi un doi la alta pt ca a baga o femeie in pat e o cucerire, cu cat e mai greu cu atat vei fi mai dorita in continuare. orice baiat ai intalnii nu ii vorbi de planuri de viitor de copii, nunta, mutat impreuna ca ala o sa se scape in pantaloni de frica si o sa fuga zicand ca esti nebuna.incearca sa nu mai sufoci prietenii asa de mult, lasa-l sa-si petreaca timp liber cu prietenii lui sau facand ceea ce ii place de unul singur ca sa se simta in largul lui. si nu te prefa ca il intelegi ca mai apoi sa fi suparata ca el a facut ceva ce tu ai consimtit ca poate face.momentan alte sfaturi nu imi mai vin in cap este ora 4:38 dimineata cand iti scriu deci nu am mintea prea limpede.&lt;br /&gt;ok...destainuiri... ceea ce am simtit eu pt tine nu a fost decat o simpla atractie la inceput care nu s-a materializat dupa cum vroiai tu. in perioada asta te-am inselat de 3 ori, a fost pentru prima oara cand am facut-o si am facut-o lata, pe una din tipe pun pariu ca o banui sau cel putin stii cine e.daca regret ce am facut, da...nu meritai, pe moment mi s-a parut ok...dar am avut pareri de rau,multe.da...ce nu ti-am zis niciodata este ca nu mi-a placut niciodata cum s-a purtat mama ta cu mine...probabil ca nu a putut sa treaca peste diferenta de inaltime dintre noi...sau mai bine zis pt ca eu sunt mai inalt ca majoritatea oamenilor, in fine... poate ca doar mi s-a parut mie la un moment dat,sper sa ma insel daca o fac imi cer scuze fata de ea si de tine. ahh da mi-am adus aminte de un sfat si imi e lene sa ma reintorc sa il scriu acolo...lasa dracu cacaturile alea de tigari...e ca si cum ai fuma papadie... nu mai da banii pe niste chestii atat de slabe incat sunt aproape = cu 0.&lt;br /&gt;ahh si nu am inteles niciodata ce e intre tine si Ian,vecinutul tau scump si drag...si nu m-ai lamurit nici acum cu faza aia de atunci cu ai tai cu tigara si povestile diferite...una imi zici mie alta alor tai... hehe aia e minciuna sigura... si ce e mai ciudat este ca...vorbeai prea mult de el...ti-ai pus-o cumva cu el si ai uitat sa imi mentionezi asta? rusinica :)&lt;br /&gt;la faza ca ma iubeai cu o intensitate bla bla...ce pot sa zic... multumesc, dar nu ai fost nu esti si nu vei fi singura care o sa o faca, adica cum sa nu iubesti un om ca mine?! :)) (da stiu sunt prea narcisist la faza asta)&lt;br /&gt;ideea e ca...noi doi avem conceptii despre viata total opuse...probabil asta a fost principalul motiv pt care nu a mers intre noi...ahh si nu uita ca asa miserupist cum sunt ai imprumutat multe de la acest caracter mai exact de la cuvinte si expresii pana la gesturi.&lt;br /&gt;ahh si ca o ultima intrebare, de ce nu ai avut curajul sa imi aprobi comentariul ce ti l-am lasat? esti prea mandra ? se pare ca uneori avem un Ego mai mare decat noi insine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3416324864696069149?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3416324864696069149/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/09/lamuriri-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3416324864696069149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3416324864696069149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/09/lamuriri-and-stuff.html' title='Lamuriri and stuff'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4573615614496362478</id><published>2010-09-12T14:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:25:52.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pe fuga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a trecut o enormitate de timp de cand nu am mai scris pe blog insa cu siguranta nu a trecut zi in care sa nu ma gandesc sa scriu ceva, simteam neaparat nevoia sa scriu si iata-ma desi nu am ajuns inca acasa la mine scriu de la varmiu pt ca simteam nevoia sa ma eliberez de mai multe lucruri, asa ca scriu pe scurt mici intamplari de vara asta sau mai bine zis de cand nu am mai apucat sa mai scriu, sincer nu am mai aruncat o privire pe blog si de aia nici nu stiu daca am mai zis ca sunt student cu acte in regula la Universitatea Transilvania din Brasov la Inginerie Mecanica mai exact la Mecatronica. asta a fost una din marile mele bucurii de vara asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As putea spune ca episoadele din telenovele stiti voi care a luat sfarsit si a ajuns in punctul in care cele doua personaje merg pe cai separate dupa 5 luni. hmmm as putea sa va zic multe detalii care v-ar transforma  cititul intr-o comedie ieftina de toata regula insa nu o voi degrada si nu voi rade ea bineinteles putand sa fac asta cu o usurinta greu de imaginat, insa mi-am promis sa nu fiu ca restu si de dragul a ceea ce a fost frumos in acest timp ii respect amintirea. insa un singur lucru am de mentionat despre fete... sunt foarte ciudate si ce este mai ciudat e modul in care ele trec peste obstacole gen eu. avand in vedere ca ma iubea cu o intensitate greu de transpus in cuvinte dupa O SAPTAMANA spune ca intr-un an va uita de mine "hahaha" buna asta... iar ce mi s-a parut si mai amuzant e ca mi-a zis ca nu poate trai fara mine, no shit?! uite ca o face, si o face bine mersi deci intrebarea care s-ar cuveni este hey dar ce faci nu mori?! :)) gata nu mai sunt nesimtit in conclizie iti multumesc stefania pt clipele frumoase petrecute impreuna, asadar sa mergem mai departe...a fost o vara destul de grea pt mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;de cum am terminat cu inscrierea la facultate am plecat la tara, ca sa-i ajut pe ai mei la casa...ca sa o terminam si noi intr-un final (ceea ce am si reusit partial) asa ca iata-ma o vara intreaga carand saci cu ciment, punand parchet, zidind, si alte treburi din acestea care m-au adus intr-o forma excelenta am slabit in jurul la 10 kg si singurul lucru pe care-l regret este faptul ca nu mai am mainile de domnisoara pe care le-am avut, desi am bagat o tona de crema pt maini :)) ce sa-i faci asta e viata, in schimb cand ieri am terminat in mare casa am simtit o satisfactie destul de mare avand in vedere ca am avut un aport considerabil in terminarea ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Asa ca mi-au mai ramas 2 saptamani de vacanta in care ma voi relaxa si eu putin si ma voi pregati sufleteste pe noul drum pe care voi porni pe 3 octombrie. va salut si abia astept sa va povestesc mai pe larg toate. sa auzim de bine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4573615614496362478?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4573615614496362478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/09/pe-fuga.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4573615614496362478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4573615614496362478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/09/pe-fuga.html' title='pe fuga...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4637925756557987191</id><published>2010-06-20T22:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:15:24.658+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ora de fizica</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmmm pana imi trece :) cred ca o sa va inebunesc cu liceul ... facand curat prin dulapu de carti.. am gasit o foaie... un fel de Y!M clasic dintre mine si Sile... dar pana acolo sa va mai zic putin de una si de alta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orele de fizica.. mereu mi-au placut... niciodata atent la tabla sau la ce zicea profu, intotdeauna preocupat cu altceva ... una din preocuparile principale era vorba cu colegu de banca. In fine pe toti acesti 4 ani pt mine fizica a reprezentat un chin nu am inteleso, nu mi-a placut si nici nu am avut vreodata chef sa ma straduiesc putin sa inteleg. Oricum stiu ca aberez, ca bat campii, asa ca trec direct la subiect ca nici eu nu inteleg ce scriu pe aici :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Cap stii la ce m-am uitat aseara?:D 7 episoade din DragonBall =)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Eu am vazut acu recent vreo 146 de episoade=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: =)) din DragonBall? LoL... aseara mi-am adus aminte de ele ca fugeam de la scoala ca sa ajung la timp sa le vad:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: LOOL =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Da man mi-au placut super mult erau pe TVR 2 parca =)) acum imi e greu sa ma uit asa la ele da plm nu mai am rabdare pana creste el si se lupta in turneu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Eu m-am uitat direct cand e mare :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu:  Eu de la primu episod acum am ajuns la desert=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Alea nu le-am vazut de aia nu m-am uitat :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Pai eu ma uit pe Youtube:P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: =)) =)) =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Eu am seria dar nu toata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Nasol:D eu abia astept sa ma duc acasa ca sa ma uit in continuare :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: =))=))=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Pe bune =)) imi place coada lui :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Ai vrea si tu una :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Daca stie sa faca ce stie a lui Goku de ce nu =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: P.S. VALUL TESTOASEIIII =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Ai vrea tu =)) =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Ba nu am inteles nimic la fizica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Nici eu =)) Son Goku!Son Goku!Son Goku!=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: ... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: in generala aveam unu gen Goe doar ca ala era redus mintal... cu nu stiu cati ani care se credea SonGoku =)) doamne ce mai radeam=)). Oricum bine ca sunt in engleza desenele :D ca daca erau in chineza ... =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Subtitrare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Da... dar nu avea farec...mult mai misto este in engleza :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sile: Brb incerc sa inteleg ceva la FIZICA =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: NU TE CHINUI!!! salveaza-ti creierul =)) :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu: Ba !!! Ti-am zis ca sta de o ora jumate caciula lui goe pe pervaz afara? =)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam asta a fost discutia din acea ora de fizica :)) mereu cand voi citi imi voi aduce aminte cu placere :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sper sa va placa si sa nu ne credeti nebuni :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4637925756557987191?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4637925756557987191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ora-de-fizica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4637925756557987191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4637925756557987191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ora-de-fizica.html' title='ora de fizica'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3872005659652650738</id><published>2010-06-18T23:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:36:22.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>si... ultima picatura, banchetul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBvWC2CR7fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jo9ifLv4nF8/s1600/09062010284.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/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBvWC2CR7fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jo9ifLv4nF8/s400/09062010284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484212315606871538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei, dragi prieteni, am ajuns si la finalul acestui episod din viata mea. Banchetul ! Dupa ultimul clopotel doar la asta ma gandeam si aproape ca nu mai aveam rabdare sa treaca timpul ca sa vina a doua zi... si... a venit! Asa ca, trezindu-ma nu m-am gandit ca "azi e miercuri" m-am trezit spunand "azi e banchetul" asa ca m-am imbracat bineinteles la costum si am plecat in taxi cand ma urc ii spun tipului "La cetate, te rog" el se uita mai ciudat la mine, imi zambeste si-mi spune : " hehe, e petrecere mare acolo ca abia m-am intors de acolo" in gandul meu.. ciudat parca ar fi singurul taxi din oras, dar in fine... pornim la drum ii explic ce si cum se intampla... si cand am terminat sa-i explic am si ajuns, acolo erau o parte din colegii mei de clasa, dar si cei din generatie... dupa mai multe minute de asteptat am pornit spre portile cetatii, unde bineinteles ca am ajuns in sunetul unei trompete usor ragusite, ce prevestea, odata demult, sosirea unor oameni importanti. in fata portii era un nene cu o smecherie de metal pe cap, primul lucru care mi-a trecut prin minte a fost " haha ce cap de cutie de conserva are" dar nu am mai continuat si cu al doilea gand pentru ca ni s-a cerut parola, dupa mai multe incercari esuate precum "titulescu, nicolae titulescu, s.a." a venit si fraza biruitoare : "Adio, ani de liceu" si masiva poarta s-a deschis, piatra cubica emana aerul de vechi, la fel si tunurile ce odata aparau cetatea, cadrul era perfect, cu totii asteptam cu nerabdare sa inceapa balul. Dupa ce am dat cu Romica drumul la bal, ne-am indreptat spre locurile noastre in aplauzele salii. Astfel ca am inceput si am dansat, poze, filmari si toate celelalte ca sa avem cat mai multe amintiri placute . spre final in timp ce dansam cu profa de engleza, lumea isi preschimba zambetul in lacrimi, grupuri grupulete plangeau, in amintirea anilor petrecuti unul alaturi de celalalt, pe la ora 12 am plecat de acolo, dar... cum sa plecam acasa? era prea devreme... asa ca hai in club :D si petrecerea a continuat pana aproape de zorii zilei in Club 108 unde am dat din fund pe we no speak americano :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daca ar fi sa-mi ceara cineva parerea, as zice ca a fost cel mai reusit bal ever, dar bineinteles ca ne-am remarcat intr-un anume fel: a fost cel mai zgomotos bal. si nu putea fi altfel cand oamenii stiu sa se distreze. e placut sa vezi cum rivalitatile pentru un burete, nu orice burete ci Spongebob dispar si dansam brat la brat in hora... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh era sa uit ... Pentru 2 sticle de vin vi-o dam pe Catalina :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Pusca si cureaua lata, 12 A o face lata !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c95ae6d722852e85" 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" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc95ae6d722852e85%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331252808%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F08AA53E46FB4E4E9FE9931C5209E242A2E6CC2.7A4E92EF36DF3929C555C45E71D3EC6444FA3FDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc95ae6d722852e85%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_-hglFGW0CQqv_LxxFxzQ_vNsj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc95ae6d722852e85%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331252808%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F08AA53E46FB4E4E9FE9931C5209E242A2E6CC2.7A4E92EF36DF3929C555C45E71D3EC6444FA3FDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc95ae6d722852e85%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_-hglFGW0CQqv_LxxFxzQ_vNsj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3872005659652650738?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3872005659652650738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-ultima-picatura-banchetul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3872005659652650738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3872005659652650738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-ultima-picatura-banchetul.html' title='si... ultima picatura, banchetul'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBvWC2CR7fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jo9ifLv4nF8/s72-c/09062010284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6565326521048463934</id><published>2010-06-17T23:40:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:11:35.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimul Clopotel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqN4g8ML3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Al-RWMU4Wo/s1600/08062010229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqN4g8ML3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Al-RWMU4Wo/s400/08062010229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483851498331582322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqNNWw98AI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ylMVHVKd8rs/s1600/08062010216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqNNWw98AI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ylMVHVKd8rs/s400/08062010216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483850756865781762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bai nu credeam ca o sa am vreodata un gol in suflet din pricina liceului dar iata ca s-a intamplat si asta... si cu siguranta a fost prea tare impactul cand am realizat ca nu voi mai sta aproape zi de zi in banca, impreuna cu Sile, ca nu ma va mai necaji Dolo sau ca nu voi mai rade cu ei de Grancea... e trist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;oricum... organizarea impecabila, pentru ca mereu am fost primii bineinteles, 12 A ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Treaba a stat cam asa... a trebuit sa fac un filmulet, cu toti anii nostrii de liceu, care a iesit super. am sa-l pun si aici ca sa-l vedeti, sau revedeti. Ei bine odata cu acest filmulet am inceput sa rememorez toate amintirile din a 9 a pana atunci.. si cat sunt eu de mare nu pot sa nu neg, ca nu mi-au dat lacrimile... e prea tare... chiar ca sunt cei mai frumosi ani din viata noastra....oricum iesind in oras cu cativa colegi... aflu si ideea trasnita a unui coleg, sa facem un banner mare de 20 de m pe care sa scriem un mesaj... bineinteles ca toti au ramas cu gura cascata cand l-au vazut nimeni, dar nimeni nu se astepta. felicitari RR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Discursul trebuia sa-l tina Larisa, care bineinteles ne-a lasat balta "imbolnavindu-se" subit... asa ca tot greu a cazut pe umerii mei, in 2 ore a trebuit sa scriu un discurs... l-am facut, a doua zi la scoala am aflat ca discursu era foarte bun si ca pe ala trebuia de fapt sa-l citesc in clasa, nu in fata intregului liceu, astfel ca diriga, profa de romana, mi-a facut un discurs in graba ca sa-l citesc in numele intregii generatii.... ei bine era foarte cald afara... dupa ce m-am schimbat in tinuta pt discurs, am aflat ca plansa pe care avea sa se proiecteze filmuletul nu era buna... ii lipsea o agatatoare, fugi dupa ata de la etaju 2 la parter, apoi la 1 iar la 2 iar la parter, ma facusem varza pe camasa, ataram ca si cum as fi iesit de la dus, iar emotiile cresteau, stiam ca se apropie momentul cand trebuie sa citesc... intr-un final cu panoul rezolvat, am iesit cu totii in coloana sa cantam prin liceu Gaudeamus... eram primu cu Rr, bineinteles ca nici eu nici el nu stia mai mult de 2 versuri din el, cine a mai avut timp si de el... a fost prea mare agitatie... si dupa ce am cantat prin tot liceul... am iesit in curte, se apropia momentul, eu tot mai emotionat... intr-un final dupa ce a citit tipa din a 11 a discursul am urmat eu.... cu fiecare pas pe care-l faceam emotiile cresteau, era pt prima oara cand aveam cu adevarat emotii... si am inceput discursul, mainile imi tremurau ca dracu pe foaie, nu le puteam stapanii... scrisul parca fugea si el de pe foaie, simteam cum devenisem amuzamentul tuturor, ei bine mi-am cerut scuze pt emotii... si pana l-a urma s-a oferit Domn' Director sa-mi tina microfonul, microfon care mi-l tot flutura ba in stanga, ba in dreapta, dandu-mi o stare de agitatie mai mare... aproape de sfarsit, simteam cum emotiile se duc, dar in locul lor, un gol tot mai mare se instala... era ultima data cand, citeam ceva in fata tuturor in calitate de elev al liceului... dupa cateva poze, am urcat in clasa, bineinteles o caldura de nesuportat... agitatie, tot tacamul, in fine... fiecare profesor si-a citit discursul sau la spus... pur si simplu... si dupa discursul celor ce ne-au aranjat clasa, a venit vremea sa citesc si eu discursul meu... l-am citit, bineinteles starnind amuzamentul tuturor la partea de multumiri unde, am avut grija sa punctez pentru fiecare profesor in parte modul prin care s-a facut remarcat....dupa care filmuletul... a placut tuturor...desi nu s-a vazut prea bine din cauza ca lumina soarelui nu a lasat ca proiectorul sa aibe o imagine clara... in final a fost ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Astfel ca ultimul clopotel s-a dus, printre albume completate pe ultima suta de metri, printr-un dans cu o colega, sau o vorba buna spusa de un profesor, ramane nostalgia celor 4 ani, a celor 29 de colegi iubiti sau nu prea... pe care i-am avut, printre certuri, chefuri, mistouri si tot tacamul ramanem noi, clasa a 12 a A , promotia 2010 poate cea mai iubita clasa din aceasta promotie si din acest liceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Multa bafta la bac, tuturor, nu doar colegilor mei, mult succes in viata si sa auzim de bine in continuare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3997e6c3bc61eb5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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/&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/544033511129896719-6565326521048463934?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6565326521048463934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimul-clopotel.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6565326521048463934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6565326521048463934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimul-clopotel.html' title='Ultimul Clopotel....'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqN4g8ML3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Al-RWMU4Wo/s72-c/08062010229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-5204020546232358164</id><published>2010-06-01T22:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:54:36.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citez 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok... ca sa reiau ultima idee din primul post in care tin cont de ce mi-a sugerat ZicandZicale vorbeam de profa de sport... culmea maine e miercuri si iar o sa fiu nevoit sa ies pe geam ca sa pot sta afara... ca deh medii incheiate...stam mai mult de ochii lumii pe la scoala... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa trecem mai departe la grupuri... ei bine sa zicem ca fac parte din grupul rapperilor sau.. nu stiu... e ciudat sa zic asa dar ma rog.. o ard cu Sile (colegu de banca), Dolo siGeorge... ei bine fiecare are o personalitate total opusa suntem foarte diferiti dar ne intelegem foarte bine si din punctul meu de vedere treaba e foarte ok... Eu... sa zicem ca eu eram creierul la romana la engleza eu cu Dolo. La matematica e clara treaba Sile ne'a salvat de multe ori :)) deci are un mare plus... la fel si la info... de fapt la info e si George si Dolo dar ma rog...nu cred ca asta conteaza iar la celelalte... tine-te bine frate ca cine dracu mai copia ca noi.... de fapt mecanism simplu incepea lucrarea asteptam semnalu de la Dolo iar dintr-o data eu si Sile formam un fel de paravan si ce urmeaza stiti si voi :) ... si noh... totul se facea la comun... nu e de mirare de ce la fizica la teza in primul semestru toti 4 aveam exact aceleasi greseli si bineinteles aceiasi nota :)). oricum sunt multumit de ei si sper sa fie reciproca treaba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cupluri... aici treaba e mai delicata deoarece nu vreau sa jignesc pe cineva chiar daca mi se rupe de anumite persoane nu e treaba mea ce fac...si oricum la mine in clasa nu a fost dea lungul acestor 4 ani un cuplu reusit in vestitul 12 A dar au fost chestii amuzante de care am ras si am profitat la maxim... incepand de la Fluture si Roxana in clasa a 9a cand el trecea si prin apa si prin foc sa ajunga la Brasov la Roxana lui, la Surdu si Deea, Sile si Sha..... Cristina :)) daca vreti am sa va povestesc lucrurile din punctul meu de vedere dar asta numai daca imi cere cineva... unul din acei putini cititori ai mei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pauze... aici chiar nu stiu ce sa zic... ca nu se mai intampla mare lucru... anu trecut pe vremea asta zburau pungi cu apa de la 2 intr-o veselie prin pauze ca doar deh era cald iar in liceu sunt multe fete.... ma rezum doar la cuvantul fete ca sa nu se simta ofensate :)) de cuvantul panarame :-".dar acum ca a dat caldura actiunea pt mine si ai mei se petrece in curtea scolii unde observam cocalarii si nimic mai mult... nu s-a mai intamplat nimic special... ah da... o sa trec la ceva mirific ce m-a lovit din senin. SPRANCENELE LUI GOE :)) deci, fenomenal baiatu! nu o spun cu rautate dar cand a pus Dumnezeu prostie in Goe, a scapat ceva mai multa. Cum sa iti razi spancenele cu Bicul pe jumatate din motivul ca le ai prea apropiate? Ei bine... asta a facut Goe si de ceva timp incoa' ne tot tine cu zambetul pe buze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scuze ca scriu asa putin dar mai bine decat deloc. Restul maine, Va pup ahh si La Multi Ani Copii !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-5204020546232358164?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/5204020546232358164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/citez-2.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5204020546232358164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5204020546232358164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/06/citez-2.html' title='Citez 2'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-393444536059513959</id><published>2010-05-31T20:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:17:22.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quote a.k.a citez "Se pare ca suntem putini care frecventeaza blogul si mai putini care lasa commenturi, foarte putini cei care iti raspund la intrebaro/cereri. Mie , ca despre parerea mea e vorba aici , miar face placere sa citesc despre viata ta , despre liceu , despre pauze , despre fete, despre baieti, despre profesori, despre unde cum si de ce va petreceti timpul, despre colegii tai , despre cupluri din liceu , despre relatia ta , despre oamenii din viata ta care te insira, despre oamenii din viata ta care ar trebuii sa se inspire de la tine , despre cupluri care iti influenteaza cuplul , despre liceu , despre tine. Despre tine asa cum esti cand nu te vede nimeni , sa recunosti ca esti altfel cand nu te vede nimeni , despre tine , despre viata de liceu , despre noi." Din ZicandZicale Citire :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Numarul persoanelor care frecventeaza blogul in momentul de fata este ok. Daca ar fi 0 m-ar deranja iar daca ar fi prea mare la fel, pentru ca nu as aveam timp pentru cei care imi scriu si ar insemna sa ignor persoane care chiar dau 2 bani pe mine si nu mi se pare tocmai corect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Acum in prima parte sa vorbim despre viata mea, adica sa ma repet putin si sa va spun si lucruri pe care le stiti sau nu despre mine. Deci numele este Alex, 19 ani, sunt din Brasov, cartierul Astra sau Steagu' fiecare cum prefera... sunt clasa a 12 a mate-info,intensiv info si imi place sa scriu, sa imi expun ideile si sa ascult foarte multa muzica fie ea proasta sau buna.Iar acum ceva ce stiti sau nu despre mine... pe langa Alex ma mai cheama Florin, am 2 surori, mai mari... si 2 nepoti de la sora mea cea mai mare pe care ii ador. Vin dintr-o familie modesta, de oameni modesti doar eu iesind din tipar deoarece modestia nu este una din calitatiile care ma defineste ca persoana pentru ca atunci cand sunt bun sunt BUN! :)) despre mine v-as putea spune ca uneori sunt foarte sensibil si in general ma las coplesit de autoritatea anumitor persoane si ma complac in infirmul rol de discipol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Unii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; imi zic "lingau", pentru simplu fapt ca ma exprim politicos si mereu obtin ce vreau de la o persoana cu o autoritate ceva mai mare ca mine sau cau "unii" gen cu un prof la scoala...sau mai stiu ce alt exemplu, dar trecem peste cum trec de altfel peste alte glume proaste. Tot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;unii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; in spiril de gluma imi mai spun ca sunt Mare (_ _ _ _ _) prost, de ce ...inca astept lamuriri in privinta asta. Ce ar mai fi de zis despre mine... e cam greu sincer deoarece asta imi e cel mai greu lucru si anume sa ma autoanalizez... uneori nu ma inteleg pe mine insumi... asa ca puteti venii voi cu completarile de rigoare iar eu voi aproba sau nega. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In continuare despre liceu...pai de poimaine intr-o saptamana am banchetul si apogeul vietii de licean ca sa zic asa, bine pe langa cel atins in Black ;)) si imi cam pare rau... acum imi dau seama ca am colegi foarte ok...in cea mai mare parte si imi pare rau ca nu am fost asa deschisi de la inceput. Au fost plimbari pe la Bellvedere si padure... jucat mata in spatele liceului in ora de filo sau ce naiba mai aveam noi miercurea...la sarit pe geam tot miercurea de la "etajul 1" cum este consemnat in registrul elevilor de catre doamne profesoara de sport... Vrabiuta Tincuta... e chiar ok... am sa va povestesc pe larg cand voi avea timp mai mult, cel mai probabil maine. Insa viata de liceu si finalul asta de episod imi lasa oarecum o usoara nostalgie si sunt sigur ca s-ar fi putut mai bine de atat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ma opresc aici in seara asta, nu mai am dispozitia necesara sa continui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pe maine.&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/544033511129896719-393444536059513959?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/393444536059513959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/citez.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/393444536059513959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/393444536059513959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/citez.html' title='Citez'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4478304304982223488</id><published>2010-05-22T15:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:24:40.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa tragem linie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Acum ceva timp am facut un mic sondaj sa vad care e treaba cu ce scriu eu de aici daca va place sau nu. iar rezultatul a fost urmatorul 42%au spus ca sunt multumiti si le place ceea ce e pe blog pe cand alti 42% au spus ca pot mai mult (cu asta sunt de acord) iar 16 % au spus ca nu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Va multumesc pt voturi iar pentru cei care cred ca pot mai mult ii rog sa imi zica despre ce ar vrea sa scriu sau pe ce teme sa mai aberez. va multumesc tuturor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4478304304982223488?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4478304304982223488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-tragem-linie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4478304304982223488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4478304304982223488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-tragem-linie.html' title='Sa tragem linie'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4218283020367680261</id><published>2010-05-08T22:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:01:05.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un top 10...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Acum ceva timp m-a rugat o persoana draga mie sa ii zic un top 10 cu melodiile mele preferate si sincer m-a pus pe ganduri. Imi e greu sa imi dau seama care este melodia mea preferata deoarece am atatea care imi plac si sunt atatea melodii bune incat imi este frica sa nu ma insel sau sa uit o melodie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum in cele ce urmeaza o sa va fac un mic top cu 10 din melodiile care imi plac mie foarte mult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 10 ar fi Nickelback  - Rockstar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmeUuoxyt_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmeUuoxyt_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 9 Nana - He's Comin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYgFPqEKBXo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYgFPqEKBXo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 8 Bitza - Cantecul si povestea lui feat. Freakadadisk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UO_Tn0qAPPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UO_Tn0qAPPs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 7 Eminem - Stan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSLZFdqwh7E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSLZFdqwh7E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 6 Robbie Williams - Feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vml2xJi5BWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vml2xJi5BWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 5 Linkin Park - Numb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfrIipujxfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfrIipujxfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 4 Bon Jovi - Thank you for loving me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 3 VeritaSaga - Cer senin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKsTdP7Bb9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKsTdP7Bb9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pe locul 2 Bob Marley Feat. Lauryn Hill - Turn you lights down low&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFKIN8P2hE8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFKIN8P2hE8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pt locul 1 sincer mi-a fost cel mai greu... dar eu zic ca melodia asta merita, pe langa faptul ca inseamna foarte mult pentru mine, este o melodie foarte reusita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deci, pe locul 1 se aflat Jay Z Feat. Beyonce - Bonnie and Clyde &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGhRhaKmD8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGhRhaKmD8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe langa aceste melodii m-am gandit sa va mai arat inca 3 care isi merita si ele un loc in inima mea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauryn Hill - Zion ... o melodie mai mult pentru mame, dar sincer mie mi-a placut foarte mult faptul cum Lauryn a transpus in versuri acel moment din viata ei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktgHNJ4RmIY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktgHNJ4RmIY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple Plan - Perfect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzL2gE3fvDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzL2gE3fvDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Pac - dear mama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acestea ar fi o parte din melodiile mele preferate, stiu ca v-ati fi asteptat sa gasiti in top numai hip-hop si reggae, dar acestea inseamna mai mult pentru mine, mai mult ca sigur ca artistii de aici au melodii mult mai bune ca acestea, dar ele imi plac si asta nu o pot schimba, melodiile voastre preferate care sunt ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: sa-mi ziceti ce melodie sau melodii din acest top va plac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4218283020367680261?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4218283020367680261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-top-10.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4218283020367680261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4218283020367680261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-top-10.html' title='un top 10...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-1852406207593422165</id><published>2010-05-07T11:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:35:33.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Super tare treaba asta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ieri seara am primit un mail dar fiind destul de tarziu am zis ca nu il mai deschid sa vad ce e in el, astfel ca azi cand am dat pe la calculator mi-am adus aminte de el si l-am deschis. Ce a urmat a fost o durere de burta de la atata ras, sincer nu mi-am inchipuit nici o secunda ca printre elevii de liceu planeaza atata prostie si sincer in astfel de momente mi-ar fi placut sa fiu profesor corector la Bac. Ahh si apropo... Fluture daca citesti asta... nu mai esti ungur frate... uite aici exemple adevarate:)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Cu ajutorul cainelui Vitoria Lipan si-a gasit foarte repede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;zacamintele sotului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° In 1877 trupelor rusesti li s-a permis sa traverseze teritoriul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Romaniei, impreuna cu tancuri si avioane, iar romanii le-au dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mancare si cazare contracost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Drumetii veneau la Hanul Ancutei pentru a minca si a bea vin din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ulcicile noi ca alea vechi erau sparte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Un profesor intreaba o eleva:cine a scris poezia   "Luceafarul" []&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.... ea spune Tudor Arghezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Scoala Ardeleana nu a avut propriu-zis sediu, din lipsa de  fonduri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;austro-ungare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Alexandru Lapusneanu s-a tinut de cuvint atunci cind a spus:  "De ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;voi scula, pre multi am sa popesc si eu!" Dovada ca azi cel mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;intilnit nume este Popescu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Poezia "Sburatorul" de Ion Has Radulescu este un omagiu  adus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;aviatorilor romani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Mircea cel Batrin a fost inmormintat la Cozia impreuna cu umbra sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Dintre cele cinci scrisori trimise de Eminescu, prima este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;considerata a treia.. In "Scrisoarea a treia" se desfasoara batalia de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;la Rovinari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Mircea cel Mare, care prima data a fost batrin, sta la un  discurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cu Baiazid. Acesta il primeste politicos, dar cu obraznicie, si-l face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in tot felul, ca pe o albie de porci. Cind Baiazid il intreaba arogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Tu esti Mircea?", domnitorul roman nu se pierde cu firea si ii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;raspunde la fix: "Da-mparate! " Pina la urma Mircea cel Mare, desi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;batrin il va ingenunchia  pe trufasul otoman cu citeva proverbe si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;zicatori bine plasate. Imparati cu care lumea nu putea sa se mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;impace au venit si la noi in Romania si au cerut pamint si de baut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dar cum veniră s-au lamurit cu cine au de-a face si s-au dus de-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;berbeleacul cu pleava pulberata, c-au ramas doar citeva de bucati de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;eniceri si spahii  fugind, dintre care este amintita "inspre Dunare, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mina."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° La a doua parte a subiectului se cere compunerea unei scrisori catre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;o persoana imaginara pe nume Paula. Un elev raspunde (in scris): "Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nu mai scriu scrisori pt k am internet... si pe Paula nici nu o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cunosc!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Mihai Eminescu si-a  intitulat poezia "Din valurile vremii..." vrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sa sugereze vremea si apoi nu a mai continuat titlul  din nu stiu din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ce motiv s-a razgandit si a inceput strofa I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Manole a pus-o pe Ana la zid si a inceput sa o lucreze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Poema "Miorita" circula pe baza orala, adica nu a fost scrisa, din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;motive tehnice. In balada "Miorita" este vorba de trei ciobani care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;comploteaza impreuna sa-l omoare pe unul dintre ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ciobanul "Mioritei" a spus ca la cap sa-i puie diverse categorii de fluiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Multimile de boieri exploatatori isi tineau banii numerar in pungi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haiducii ii atacau si ii usurau de bani in toate baladele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Balada e o specie a liricii populare inventata de Ciprian  Porumbescu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Creierul este un organ oarecum indispensabil capului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Calin tine de mîna mireasa care are parul lung de fericire.Ea lupta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sa puna mîna pe dragostea flacaului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Poetul îsi asteapta iubita ca împreuna sa cutremure o barca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Ion Creanga s-a nascut între anii 1887-1889.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Nechifor Lipan a avut fericita ocazie de a nu se mai întoarce acasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fiind jefuit de niste oameni invidiosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° În romanul "Rascoala" personajul principal este poporul si marea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;masa a taranilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Dimitrie Cantemir a avut un rol însemnat în viata sa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Nechifor Lipan statea " pe spate cu fatza in jos"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Profesoara: In ce tip se incadra Otilia Marculescu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;   Eleva: In tipul ingerului a fetei blonde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;   Profesoara: Asta ai citit tu intr-o carte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;   Eleva: Asta am spus-o eu din proprie initiativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Haiducii din doine, balade si idile erau liberi si fericiti ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pasarile, animalele si pestii care zburda prin codri. De cum venea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;primavara, haiducii cei harnici plecau in padure. Acolo ei cintau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;suflind din frunza si lasindu-i pe boieri cu buza umflata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Latina clasica este o limba moarta, care nu se poate vorbi decit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;scris. Dupa caderea Imperiului roman, o parte din latina clasica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;defuncta a devenit bulgara. Limba romana are la baza latina  bulgara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;amestecata cu elemente de daca si o groaza de cuvinte slabe. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;secolul al XV-lea, limba vorbita de popor era considerata vulgara si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n-o vorbea nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° De ce se numeste nuvela "La tiganci"? Raspuns : Localitatea in care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;se petrece actiunea este La tiganci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Profesorul : "Ce stil functional are acest text?" Elevul: " Stilul articol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;°Prof: cum moare Dinu Paturica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Elev:???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Prof: A murit intr-un mod simbolic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Elev:???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Prof (NERVOS) : Haide, mai, baiatule, cum a murit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Elev (SPERIAT) : L-A CALCAT CARUTA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Nichita Stanescu este un poet care se mira de orice. El se mira si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de faptul ca oamenii aud si au urechi. Pai de ce? El n-a avut  urechi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A vazut el vreun om fara urechi? Ma rog, da se zice ca asa  este in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;poezie, sa te miri de toate si sa le pui pe toate unele subt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;altele, in rânduri scurte, ca sa se vada ca sunt versuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Basmul este o poveste mai lunga, poate fi chiar cât o carte groasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;si are  atâtea personaje ca nu le mai tii numarul dar trebuiesa fii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;atent la fabula ca te intâlnesti cu ea si in final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Basmul studiat de noi este Harap Alb si este un basm cult pentru ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;este scris de un om cult, Eminescu. Atunci cand cel care scrie basmul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;este incult si basmul este incult, adica opus basmului cult, dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;amândoua basmele sunt frumoase, numai ca unul este scris intr-un fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;si celalalt in alt fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° În cunoscuta baladã Miorita, sunt descrise câteva întâmplãri în care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sunt implicate doi criminali, o oaie turnãtoare, si un cioban care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;socheazã prin prostia lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Toma Alimos era viteaz pentru cã cu o mânã conducea  calul, cu o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mânã îsi tinea matele si cu o mânã se bãtea cu Manea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Zoe si Tipãtescu se iubeau pe la spate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Împãratul avea o grãdinã si în fund un mãr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Moromete fãcea pârtie pe salcâm ca sã se dea cu sania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;° Eminescu este trist pentru cã nu a reusit sã facã nimic în viata lui.&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/544033511129896719-1852406207593422165?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/1852406207593422165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-tare-treaba-asta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1852406207593422165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1852406207593422165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-tare-treaba-asta.html' title='Super tare treaba asta....'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-1517747752958842582</id><published>2010-05-06T22:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:55:50.645+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Episodu 3 (sa facem cunostiinta cu fostu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nu e tocmai ce aveam in gand in ziua aceea, mai mult ca sigur nu m-am gandit nici o clipa la asta, dar uite ca s-a intamplat si oarecum imi pare rau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se facea ca stabilise alex si stefania la telefon ca alex sa o astepte in statie cand vine de la scoala sa mearga la ea sa-si lase ghiozdanu ca mai apoi sa mearga la alex acasa sa se uite la un film mega extra super fabulos ( "Shottas", se merita! pe cuvand :D,asta in cazul in care nu esti Sîrbu Mihai sau esti xenofob sau rasist ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca si facut... Alex a scapat de la scoala a ajuns acasa a luat din fuga doua guri de mancare dupa care a fugit in statie sa isi astepte iubita. In acea zi a facut cunostiinta si cu doua colege de ale Stefaniei pe care bineinteles a uitat cum le cheama dupa 2 minute, dar nu e nici o pierdere, mai ales ca acum stie cum le cheama dar nu stie care e una si care e alta :)).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intr-un final au ajuns la Stefania acasa, Alex astepta cuminte in dormitor sa se schimbe Stefania cand dintr-o data suna la usa...initial nu a dat prea multa importanta deoarece era frapat de o melodie de la Earl Sixteen - Nice to be important. Si ce sa vezi... exact ca la Andreea Marin "Surprize, Surprize!" deschide Stefania usa si dintr-o data se schimba la fata... Alex imediat a sesizat ca ceva e in neeregula si si-a indreptata atentia catre ea... de mentionat ca Alex statea pe pat... Fostul... Mihai pe nume tot insista sa intre ca vrea sa vorbeasca cu ea insa Stefania tot ii spunea ca nu se poate... dupa lungi insistente, vazand ca Stefania nu cedeaza a prinso cu o mana de dupa cap si ea soptit ceva la ureche, ei bine in momentul ala Alex s-a dat la marginea patului gata sa se ridice in cazul in care el vroia sa o sarute, da Alex era oarecum nervos. Dupa ce i-a soptit treaba respectiva el i-a intins un trandafir si un album de poze( albumul super, super tare, mi-a placut la nebunie, nu stiu daca ati urmarit serialul friends sau continuarea lui Joey, dar mai aveam putin si ma manifestam ca un fel de Joey Fabrianni cand vede ceva ce-i place ) in acel moment Stefania s-a uitat fix la Alex, iar el... dandu-si seama ca nu e singura a bagat capul si s-a uitat... Alex atunci senin zice sec "Salut" iar Mihaita deceptionat izbucneste in lacrimi o ia la fuga pe scari, si arunca trandafirul pe scari, albumul cu poze il tinea deja Stefania. In acel moment Alex era ceva de genu... hmmm urat din partea lui, a plecat fara sa ma salute :-&lt;. Dar nah... printre sarcasmul lui se simtea destul de aiurea, nu si-a imaginat vreo secunda ca intalnirea cu fostul va fi asa de ciudata. Stefania bineinteles ca era oarecum fucked up...dar pana la urma am scoso la capat cu ea... Alex se chinuia sa o convinga sa ia trandafiru de pe scari ca pana la urma floarea nu avea nici o vina, dar ce sa vezi cand a reusit sa o convinga... nu mai era trandafirul pe scari, va dati seama ? S-a intors dupa trandafir... sau poate ca l-a luat altcineva asta nu vom stii niciodata... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum treaba a fost caraghioasa... Alex si in ziua de azi e frustrat de faptul ca Mihai nu i-a raspuns la salut. Dar noh... il inteleg ca s-a simtit prost si cam in plus dar asta nu e un motiv sa fi nepoliticos... cam atat cu episodu 3 momentan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Episodul asta va fi cu siguranta editat de cateva ori asa ca fiti pe faza, o sa vrea  mai mult ca sigur si Stefania sa mai adaug cate ceva deci, tineti aproape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-1517747752958842582?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/1517747752958842582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/episodu-3-sa-facem-cunostiinta-cu-fostu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1517747752958842582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1517747752958842582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/episodu-3-sa-facem-cunostiinta-cu-fostu.html' title='Episodu 3 (sa facem cunostiinta cu fostu)'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7035471328785400831</id><published>2010-05-02T23:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:47:08.752+03:00</updated><title type='text'>intre timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;da stiu ca ar trebui sa scriu episodu 3... dar momentan vreau sa mai scriu o parere o impresie... un mic rezumat la timpu ce a trecut si nu l-am mai adaugat aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nici nu mai stiu cand am povestit ultima oara asa ca o sa incep de la vacanta de Pasti pe care am petrecuto la tara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A fost destul de ok, mi-au venit idei geniale pe care le-am uitat, apoi iar mi-am amintit de ele ca sa uit din nou (sec). dar de ce imi aduc aminte cu placere este drumul din maxi taxi pe care il parcurgeam cu capul lipit de geam urmarind inlantuirea plopilor. Desi cunosc drumul ala pe de rost si e la 400 de km de mine mereu tanjesc dupa el si dupa linistea si siguranta pe care mi le ofera. Parca pe fiecare plop e trecuta o vacanta, o fapta, o vorba and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Inca refuz cu incapatanare sa ma maturizez si vreau sa am mai mult timp pentru mine. Aia cred ca a fost saptamana care, mi-a oferit ceva ce anul asta nu am prea parte: Libertate. Da, ma simt sufocat pentru ca am din ce in ce mai putin timp pentru mine, pentru natura si pentru cei din jurul meu. Abia acolo am realizat dupa luni bune ca traiesc, ca inca nu m-am transformat intr-un sclav pe plantatie, ca nu-mi trebuie decat o clipa sa simt iar atingerea naturii si sa ma umplu iar de zambetul meu tampit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E dragut ce se intampla pe acolo si mi-a placut la nebunie ca am pus cu taicamiu plantatie de vita-de-vie. A fost o saptamana in care mi-am adus aminte de multe multe lucruri care m-au facut sa ma simt bine printre care mi s-a intiparit o chestie foarte tare, bunicul meu zicea mai de mult ca Dumnezeua lasat omul pe pamant ca in viata lui sa planteze un pom, sa faca o fantana, si sa construiasca o casa, bineinteles pe langa copii, mi s-a parut ciudat... mai ales ca el este un ateu convins si cred ca atunci a fost singurul moment in care el chiar s-a impacat cu ideea ca exista un Dumnezeu, un Tata Creator, dar ideea mi s-a parut fanstastica mai ales asocierea de om natura, si pana la urma faptul ca faci ceva pentru care un necunoscut iti poate fi recunoscator, si ce poate fi mai bun decat o cana de apa rece, proaspat scoasa din fantana ca sa-ti opreasca arsita verii, sau umbra copacului, umbra unde poti sa te ascunzi de razele soarelui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E faina viata la tara,dar totusi nu e de mine nu as putea sta acolo in mediul acela plin de oameni care din pacate lasa de dorit. Printre lucrurile bune ce le-am simtit am vazut si lucruri rele , altfel balanta dintre bine si rau s-ar fi inclinat prea mult in acea saptamana. Am vazut interpretarea romanului Ion in multe variante, bineinteles toate adaptate la secolul 21 pentru ca implica minim 3 carciumi. Mi-e greu sa cred ca asta e imaginea taranul roman, dar ce poti sa faci, daca spre asta i-a impins societatea vrand, nevrand probabil ca s-au impacat cu ideea. Dar totusi nu inteleg lupta acerba pentru un petec de pamant, oameni nevoiti sa intinda zeci de metri de sarma si sa bata o gramada de pari doar ca sa nu intre vecinu cu tractoru pe pamantul lui si alte treburi din astea? Adica traim intr-o tara atat de imfomatata? chiar conteaza o palma de pamant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu inteleg unde ne indreptam dar cu siguranta nu spre un drum drept... nici aici la oras nu am dat de jungla pe care au creato oamenii acolo si ce e culmea ca oameni ce odata erau intr-o simtire cu natura, acum o distrug dupa bunul plac doar pentru propriul amuzament ca deh, daca a murit capra lui, de ce sa nu moara si a vecinului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am ajuns chiar asa de imorali? Cine sau ce ne mai poate salva? Daca copii de 15 ani au ajuns sa fure din clopotnita bisericii vin ca sa bea, ce mai putem pretinde de la cei mari? Sincer acum, oare o sa ajungem atat de indiferenti incat nu o sa ne pese ca persoana de langa noi este talharita ziua in amiaza mare intr-o zona intens circulata sau unde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ma intorc la plopii ce marcheaza o buna parte din vacantele de vara pe care le-am petrecut acolo si zic ca aia nu e lumea pe care o stiu eu, insa e bine atata timp cat ceea ce fac ei nu au repercursiuni asupra mea, ma multumesc cu ceea ce sunt si mai ales cu faptul ca nu mi se distrage atentia cand sunt acolo. Ador sa stau sa vad cum creste iarba, cum berzele isi refac cuibul, sau cum isi invata puii sa zboare. Ador natura dar totusi acum sunt departe de ea, departe de ceea ce simteam cand eram acolo. Stau aici intre betoane, astept sa vina odata bacul asta imbecil, sa scap sa ma simt liber, sa pot ridica mainile spre cer si sa strig ca sunt liber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7035471328785400831?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7035471328785400831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/intre-timp.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7035471328785400831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7035471328785400831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/05/intre-timp.html' title='intre timp...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-562710861779616454</id><published>2010-04-13T15:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:03:37.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Episodul numarul 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Treaba asta se intampla intr-o sambata, de fapt era a doua zi cand bineinteles s-au intalnit tot la ora 18.00. Cand s-au vazut bineinteles ca s-au imbratisat de parca nu se vazusera de cel putin o luna, iar cand s-au sarutat parca tot ce era in jurul lor era in favoarea lor. (sau pentru un moment asta au crezut). Alex aflase ca Stefania are prieten de 1 an si 9 luni iar faptul ca ea era si cu el si cu respectivul nu ii suradea de loc, insa in momentul in care i s-a spus ca relatia dintre el si ea e ca si moarta, s-a simtit ceva mai ok, insa tot nu era cu inima impacata. Alex nu vroia sa o preseze sau sa deschida discutia despre celalalt astepta momentul in care ea se va duce si va vorbi cu el pentru a-si incheia socotelile. Din lipsa de idei cei doi au hotarat intr-un final sa porneasca usor, la pas spre centru intr-o plimbare ce avea sa le rezerve o surpriza. Insa pana acolo, in Piata Sfatului mai exact cei doi se apropiau tot mai mult unul de celalalt. Radeau la orice si mai ales cand mergeau stramb atunci cand se sarutau sau ii clanxonau masinile. Nimic nu avea sa vesteasca ceea ce urma...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ajunsi acolo s-au asezat pe o banca, ea in bratele lui si stateau se uitau unul la celalalt, cand momentul a fost intrerupt de un telefon... ea se cam schimba-se la fata el din instinct s-a uitat in jur, cand, a vazut in fata lui la cativa metri un pampalau ce se uita cam insistent la Alex si Stefania in timp ce vorbea la telefon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex se astepta sa fie prietenul dar nu era el ci un tovaras foarte bun de-al lui. Stefania l-a numit curva sau ma rog...asa ii zicea ea pentru ca are un comportament asemanator, dar Alex nu s-a aratat prea interesat de persoana lui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cei doi s-au ridicat si au inceput sa se plimbe agale, in asteptarea telefonului si a certei intre Stefania si tipu cu care era de 1 an si 9 luni. Bineinteles ca telefonul a sunat si a inceput o discutie la care Alex s-a simtit foarte aiurea ca el nu si-a imaginat situatia asa si mai ales despartirea dintre cei doi, dar faptul era deja consumat asa ca a zis ca nu mai are nimic de pierdut si se straduia dupa sa-i ridice moralul Stefaniei care in acele momente se vedea ca era destul de afectata de situatie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ea, era destul de resemnata si tacuta, din cand in cand il saruta usor pe Alex, alinandu-se in saruturile lui, si in bratul ce o tinea aproape de el, brat ce nu i-ar fi dat drumul pentru nimic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ajunsi inapoi de unde au plecat s-au decis sa se aseze intr-o ciuperca din aia unde joaca mosii de dimineata pana seara sah sau rable... atunci Stefania i-a zis "tu vei fi cel mai fericit baiat de pe pamant, si tie nu-ti va lipsi nimic". El era destul de rigid, nu din prisma faptului ca era prea devreme sa se arunce in afirmatii, dar era coplesit de cuvintele ei si i-a raspuns cu un sarut, si intr-un final i-a spus ca totul va fi bine. Nu dupa mult cei doi si-au luat ramas bun pana a doua zi cand bineinteles le era rezervata o alta intamplare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toate celelalte in episodul urmator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-562710861779616454?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/562710861779616454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/04/episodul-numarul-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/562710861779616454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/562710861779616454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/04/episodul-numarul-2.html' title='Episodul numarul 2'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7817564904506407748</id><published>2010-03-28T12:18:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:37:28.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducere, Premiera, Episodul 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M-am tot gandit ce sa mai scriu pe blog si cum nici una din ideile ce le aveam nu imi placea, am primit o mana de ajutor, mai mult decat divina as putea spune. Asa ca m-am decis sa scriu un fel de serial... sau ma rog... un fel de povestiri inlantuite ce se leaga una de cealalta si care cred si sper,ca vor fi un subiect interesant de abordat si discutat. Pentru inceput primul serial v-a avea doar 2 personaje un oarecare "El" si o oarecare "Ea" nu stiu ce nume sa le dau personajelor asa ca va rog pe voi, cititorii sa dati nume personajelor pe parcurs. Sper sa va delecteze aceasta serie de scrieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Asa ca sa-i dam drumul cu primul episod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vineri, 19 martie in jurul orei 18: El se indrepta cu pasi inceti dar siguri, spre locul stabilit. Avea un zambet tampit pe buze desi nu stia de unde i se trage. Oricum nu-i pasa, avea o pace interioara de neclintit, era ca o stanca in calea furtunii, sau ca un varf de munte in calea viscolului, de neclintit. Cu basul in timpan, fredona in gand versuri de Lauryn Hill cand ajuns la locul stabilit s-a asezat pe o banca verde. Si-a verificat ceasu, ajunse mai repede cu 7 minute , dar pt el nu era o problema, era chiar perfect deoarece nu-i placea sa intarzie. Este intotdeauna punctual. Preocupat de imaginea sa, o astepta pe Ea. El, intorcand capul spre dreapta a vazuto, insa nu a reactionat a revenit la pozitia initiala si si-a zis in damn cat e de hot. Dar nici bine nu a apucat de terminat fraza ca deja buzele lor se atingeau iar acesta si-a zis, din nou, tot in gand "am dat lovitura". Ea de asemenea era foarte incantata de el si desi erau impreuna doar de 2 minute aveau senzatia ca se stiu de foarte mult timp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Acum si ceva metatext asa ca deh tre sa ma cred un pic Caragiale] Ea foarte incantata aproape ca visa cu ochii deschisi el destul de distins si fara emotii mergeau de mana pe scari ... toate acestea pana cand El face Sab... Ea nu baga de seama insa El, continua cu fraza "ahh era sa-ti spun Sabina"(bineinteles nu asta era numele Ei asa ca situatia a fost jenanta tare, el era verde albastru la fata si toate acestea pt ca in ziua aia, el discutase mai aprins cu cineva pe mai diverse teme despre acea sabina.) however El i-a explicat ce si cum si astfel au depasit momentul. Intradevar El s-a simtit destul de nasol o perioada insa Ea i-a dat impresia ca totul a trecut si astfel si-au continuat plimbarea in noapte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bineinteles ca sunt multe chestii pe care le-am uitat ca in ultima perioada spre surprinderea mea uit foarte des. Mai ales ca tot ceea ce scriu este inspirat din fapte reale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahh poate ca o sa mai vin cu ceva completari la el dar toate acestea pe parcurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finalul primului episod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;astept propuneri cu numele personajelor. critici, pareri si asa mai departe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Al vostru Alex, pa pa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/544033511129896719-7817564904506407748?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7817564904506407748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/introducere-premiera-episodul-1.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7817564904506407748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7817564904506407748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/introducere-premiera-episodul-1.html' title='Introducere, Premiera, Episodul 1'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2048486155731667847</id><published>2010-03-13T19:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:26:33.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cocalari de manual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Titlul asta e dedicat tuturor cocalarilor de manual si nu numai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As incepe cu un stiati ca.. si cate ceva despre special lor care a inceput sa se divida frate in cocalari preistorici si cocalari fashion. diferenta? primii au ramas axati doar pe manele iar cei din urma au in playlistul lor si house si guess who.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar nu asta ar fi problema, ca oricum sunt de cacat (scuzati expresia) oamenii de genu ar trebui clar reeducati. Eram miercuri in autobuz, ma intorceam acasa cu 2 colegi cand in spatele meu erau 2 cocalari adevarati, autentici si de manual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Telefonul cu volumul la max emitea un sunet ce ma zgaria grav pe cortex, era Guta... am indurat chinu asta vreo 2 minute cam asa. Dintr-o data s-a oprit telefonu moment in care i-am multumit lui Dumnezeu ca mi-a ascultat rugaciunea, dar nu pt ca a vrut El sa imi faca mie pe plac si colegilor mei, doar pt ca a raspuns cocalarul la telefon. Ahh si a inceput o discutie pe care nu am ascultat-o pana in momentu cand am auzit "e buna de pula, se fute" ... cand am auzit faza asta mi-am adus aminte de un filmulet de pe youtube pe care o sa-l si postez la final. Din ce am dedus discutia era cu o alta fata, in fine a mai trecut ceva din discutie dupa care a dat telefonul prietenului sau, aceiasi intrebare cu sexu, doar ca a mai intrebat cati ani are si daca e draguta. Cel putin mie personal mi s-a facut rau. nu stiam daca sa rad sau sa plang sau ce sa fac... ma uitam la prietenii mei, ei la mine... stiti expresia aia ca vitelu la poarta noua.. cam asa si noi... dar ce sa ii faci, traim in romania si aici lucrurile sunt mai degraba realizabile decat in USA... pe bune acum. Dupa ce au coborat m-am uitat la ei si aveau cam 22 de ani asa.. un coleg se astepta sa aibe etnie rroma dar nici macar... erau doar prosti cu putere. si nici fashionei sau struti derivatele si altele... erau genu ala de cocalari parliti, needucati (daca folosesc prost-crescuti in continuare nu stiu daca acopar in totalitate ce vreau sa zic) dar ma rog... distrusi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK_Ae1JgC8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/uK_Ae1JgC8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2048486155731667847?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2048486155731667847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/cocalari-de-manual.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2048486155731667847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2048486155731667847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/cocalari-de-manual.html' title='cocalari de manual.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2396568125085412596</id><published>2010-03-04T19:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:53:19.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monolog de clasa a 9 a</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dupa cum spune si titlul ceea ce urmeaza este un monolog. De fapt, este tema pentru un prieten de clasa a 9a lipsit de inspiratie. De obicei nu fac asa ceva, dar chiar mi-a placut tema "monolog despre ceva" asa ca in cele ce urmeaza se v-a infatisa domnul monolog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Univers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Am in mana stanga o teorie, iar in cealalta o alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;In mana stanga am big bang, in dreapta dumnezeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Care cantareste mai mult ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Sunt atat de indecis, teoria unor oameni mai luminati sau creatia divina? Ce sa fie, ce sa fie...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Ma duce gandu si la Shakespear si la al lui “ a fi sau a nu fi” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Si totusi ce e universu? E o supa?! Nu. O floare? Nici macar, cred e mai mult decat pot&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cuprinde eu cu ratiunea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Oricum oamenii de stiinta zic ca ar fi fost o mare explozia un fel de “bum” si in timp s-au format planete,stele si restu... hmm nu stiu ce sa zic si totusi nici chestia cu biblia cu facerea lumii nu prea ma satisface, adica prima oara a fost&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;intuneric, ok! Dupa a fost lumina si intr-un tarziu a fost facut soarele? Stai putin cum adica? E ca si cum eu as sta pe intuneric. Apas pe intrerupator si se face lumina in camera fara bec? Cam seaca treaba, chiar asta ma face ateu? Daca nu inteleg sau nu vreau sa cred un paragraf din biblie sunt ateu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;Off iar m-am abatut de la subiect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Univers, univers… ce esti tu? Ar trebui sa strig, sa ma auda lumea ? UNIVERS!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahh nu raspunde nimeni, am ramas singur in univers?! Vai de mine ! ahh nu! uite acolo inca pe cineva, si acolo, peste tot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Gata stiu! Universul este ca un acvariu, mare, foarte mare! Bineinteles ca e cu apa. Si cu pestisori de toate culorile, unii mai mari altii mai mici...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="'font-family:"&gt;Dar parca nici asa nu e bine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;Univers, univers, univers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Imi pare rau pt. lipsa de timp si pt faptu ca nu am mai postat dar nu prea mai am timp. Sper ca in curand sa intru in normal cu toate si sa ma ocup si de blog. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;va salut cu respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-family:"&gt;Alex !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2396568125085412596?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2396568125085412596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/monolog-de-clasa-9.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2396568125085412596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2396568125085412596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/03/monolog-de-clasa-9.html' title='Monolog de clasa a 9 a'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4629688057417016748</id><published>2010-02-20T16:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:06:28.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oficial !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oficial, inca mai traiesc. Da, stiu! A trecut mult timp de cand nu am mai scris si mi-a fost dor. Am avut o perioada foarte zbuciumata, cu bune si cu rele cu un examen si bineinteles cu multe chestii de discutat pe care le voi scrie si aici in zilele ce urmeaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incep cu ce este mai important si anume cu faptul ca am incetul BAC-ul. Am intrat chiar in prima zi de evaluare al 9 lea din liceu. M-am asteptat (fiind o persoana mai ghinionista) la un subiect al dracu de greu, dar nu a fost sa fie asa... am avut un subiect de dificultate usoar spre mediu si m-am descurcat de minune. Am luat calificativul maxim (experimentat) si am plecat zambind la o bere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asta ca un rezumat pt. ca nu avea rost sa va povestesc cum imbracat la costum si pantofi, am facut spargatu de cateva ori pe zapada si alte chestii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4629688057417016748?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4629688057417016748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oficial.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4629688057417016748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4629688057417016748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oficial.html' title='oficial !'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3600539506973180075</id><published>2010-01-26T21:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:15:02.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;nu o sa zic niciodata ca sunt cel mai bun in ceea ce fac, din contra eu zic ca imi cunosc limitele si imi dau seama cand nu pot mai mult. evident acest lucru l-am invatat pe parcurs dar cand vad anumite persoane care desi isi cunosc limitele si stiu ca nu sunt mai buni intr-un domeniu ca tine dar ei tot insista in a-ti lua locul printr-o perseverenta ce deseori te calca pe coada pur si simplu raman stupefiat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nu mi s-a intamplat doar o data, sau de doua ori...ar fi fost prea frumos, mi s-a intamplat de multe ori sa fiu luat de prost sau incompetent. pe moment nu m-a deranjat am zis ca atata il duce capul, dar cand am vazut ca desi i-am demonstrat faptul ca am mai multe cunostiinte in acest domeniu si ca ma pasioneaza mai mult decat el si sunt mai eficient in a rezolva acea problema si el tot continua sa insiste (evident doar din prostie absoluta) si sa-si impuna aerul de superioritate de cele mai multe ori imi vine sa arunc dupa ei cu ce imi vine in mana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oare daca eu pot sa zic din start asta pot asta nu, asta stiu asta nu... de ce nu o pot face si altii, oare nu e mai bine sa fi sincer si corect decat sa te invarti in jurul cozii sperand la o rezolvare printr-un outsider care sa te ajute si tu sa iei laurii? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nimic nu iti da satisfactie mai mare decat atunci cand esti apreciat pt munca ta, cunostiinta ta pe care ai acumulato cu timpul si nu pentru munca altuia . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mi s-a intamplat si mie sa ma dau mare cu munca altcuiva... si cand am fost pus in situatia de a face o chestie similara am picat prost si evident am pus capul in pamant rusinat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dar poate ca pana nu patesti asa ceva nu ai cum sa intelegi ce inseamna cu adevarat satisfactie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aceiasi senzatie o ai si cand cineva iti discrediteaza munca doar pentru a iesi el in fata, cu clisee de genu a muncit atat de mult pentru o chestie ce o faceam de n ori mai repede sau ahh dar nu e cine stie ce am vazut mult mai bune ( fara a stii macar o io-ta despre ceea ce ai facut tu) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in fine... si chiar daca se intampla uneori ca cineva sa ti-o ia in fata prin chestii de genu, faptul ca e facut de tine e cel mai important lucru, bun sau rau ai puterea si increderea de a zice ca e facut de tine, ca te-ai straduit, iar acest lucru conteaza cel mai mult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iar pe antifani pune-i sa demonstreze cu fapte ceea ce sustin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Al vostru Alex!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3600539506973180075?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3600539506973180075/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/limite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3600539506973180075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3600539506973180075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/limite.html' title='limite'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2808695475948931325</id><published>2010-01-24T23:10:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:06:57.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>visul sufletului</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;pana acum pot spune ca pe blog ceea ce am scris se incadreaza in 2 mari criterii: ceea ce am trait si ceea ce mi-am imaginat. oricum ar fi pe blog predomina chestiile astea spirituale bla bla dar si cele mentale au o prezenta oarecare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok... acum sa incepem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;visezi, deci esti om :) eu visez, tu o faci? uneori e bine sa ai vise, teluri, orizonturi deoarece ele te motiveaza sa atingi noi tinte, sa ai o ambitie. pana aici totul este normal, dar ai visat vreodata cu sufletul? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acum dupa ce ai citit o sa zici : ce dracu a vrut sa zica asta? /:) ce ai ma...? ehh nu sunt eu vreun cine stie ce doctor de suflete sau psiholog dar as putea zice ca vis al sufletului ar fi genul de chestie care da satisfactie doar sufletului, care te "unge la inima" ceva ce nu implica un interes material. da.. un fel de gest umanitar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oricum un lucru este sigur, nu poti pune catuse sufletului. si mai sigur este ca el dicteaza creierului si nu invers. desii emotiile sunt "produse" de creier chestia asta numita suflet le impune ca sa zic asa... cand vezi ceva si iti place imediat vrei sa ti-l cumperi pt ca ai impresia ca da satisfactie sufletului, dar de fapt il cumperi pentru ca vrei sa te afirmi cu un lucru nou, de ce zic asta? pentru ca il cumperi. Mai mult ca sigur nu ai facut un sacrificiu major ca il ai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2808695475948931325?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2808695475948931325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/visul-sufletului.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2808695475948931325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2808695475948931325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/visul-sufletului.html' title='visul sufletului'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3321266812014736164</id><published>2010-01-20T21:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:45:50.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>liceu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4 ani adica 48 de luni adica 1425 de zile adica prea multe minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;povestea lui... este poate povestea multora, a intrat la liceu si a gandit spre noi orizonturi, noi oportunitati, noi prieteni, si poate maturitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dar evident ca nu a fost asa... se zice ca nimeni nu este de neinteles e doar un termen folosit pentru atunci cand nu iti place de o anume persoana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;acum povestea nostra suna cam asa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nu a intrat la liceul pe care si-l dorea dar s-a consolat repede cu ideea si nu vedea in fata lui decat reusita. evident nu a luat in calcul factorii exteriori ce aveau sa-l influenteze enorm si sa ajunga sa fie nepasator si extrem de rece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in fiecare zi se trezea si mergea la scoala cu fruntea sus dorind sa afle cate un lucru nou, sa-si faca un prieten nou si sa iasa din anonimat. din pacate oricat incerca si oricat se straduia era parca facut... nu avea sorti de izbanda, in scurt timp el a fost marginalizat iar faptul ca se plimba pe coridoarele liceului starnea zambete rautacioase, ranchinoase care la prima vedere nu il deranjau, dar intr-un final a ajuns sa-l roada pe interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;din tot ce isi propunea si isi promitea nu mai reusea nimic, evident ajungea acasa si mereu era scandal, parintii mereu pusi pe harta, cu probleme de bautura cu alte cuvinte traia intr-un mediu periferic, dar spre deosebire de toti ceilalti el vroia sa-si depaseasca propria conditie sa nu ia exemplul parintilor lui, sa fie diferit, sa fie bun! asta e tot ce-si dorea. desi visul lui era din ce in ce mai departe de el, toti cei din jur facand tot posibilul sa-i umbreasca aceasta viziune prin tot felul de rautati zilnice el se consola si desi nu mai avea incredere nici in propriile lui cuvinte si incurajari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;intr-o zi s-a gandit sa se duca la biserica sa se roage, punandu-si ultima speranta in Dumnezeu. ajuns acolo a simtit un tremur iar mirosul de tamaie, desi la inceput i s-a parut ciudat il atragea catre icoane. a ezitat putin deoarece biserica era goala, doar in altar fiind preotul. s-a inchinat iar apoi s-a asezat in genunchi si a inceput sa planga. auzindu-l preotul a iesit din altar si mirandu-se de acest baiat care cu ochii mari si cu obraji plini de lacrimi cerea milostenie lui Dumnezeu. s-a dus la el si i-a sters lacrimile, dupa care a inceput sa-i vorbeasca, i-a spus multe pilde si invataturi a lui Iisus iar tanarul baiat simtea cum sufletul ii se umplea de bucurie si de multa speranta, nu stia daca toate acestea i le-a dat Dumnezeu s-au acel preot i-a redat increderea in sine dar il ajutasera enorm. ajuns acasa dupa cateva ore de intarziere si-a gasit ca de obicei parintii intr-o stare deplorabila, dar de data asta nimic nu-l mai atingea, simtea cum nu ii mai pasa, la fel s-a intamplat si la liceu, toti cei din jur vazand ca lui nu ii mai pasa si nu mai da nas tuturor rautatilor, au incetat, altii chiar au inceput sa vorbeasca cu el si sa ii devina prieteni. Insa din pacate si cel de-al patrulea an a luat final si a ajuns sa dea bacul. Trebuie sa revin si sa zic ca la biserica s-a dus cu cateva luni inainte de bac, si tot de atunci s-a pus serios cu burta pe carte. Singur cu propriile forte, neajutat de nimeni a luat bacul cu bine facand o impresie buna desi multi ochi il priveau cu retinere si scepticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cu bacul luat statea si rememora viata lui de liceu, gustul dulce amarui pe care i l-a lasat acesta, si faptul ca nu e de ajuns sa doar tu in banca ta daca cei din jur te provoaca din ce in ce mai des.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;El a fost un caz fericit, a ales sa ramana drept, nu a ripostat si desi a fost luat de prost de foarte multe ori in sufletul lui se stia invingator, mai ales ca le-a dat o palma morala tuturor celor care au incercat sa ii faca viata amara si viata de liceu un calvar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dupa multi ani si-a vazut si el baiatul la liceu si i-a explicat ca viata la liceu nu este cea mai usoara ca sunt multe persoane ce cauta afirmare si mereu acele persoane se vor afirma pe spatele altor persoane facandu-le sa para inferioare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aceasta este o povestea unui om oarecare dintr-un oras oarecare. Fara nume, fara date, doar incadrata in spatiu. 4 ani adica 48 de luni adica 1425 zile adica prea multe minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Va las pe voi sa trageti concluziile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Punct.&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/544033511129896719-3321266812014736164?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3321266812014736164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/liceu.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3321266812014736164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3321266812014736164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/liceu.html' title='liceu.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-5639488008091912348</id><published>2010-01-19T16:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:00:52.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>gen hip-hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;bai daca tot sunt eu rapper asa, sau cel putin vorbeste lumea hai sa bag si eu un fristail :)) (freestyle) ca daca tot sunt poet desi nu am stofa...:)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;deci... 1,2 :)) hahaha e fristail :&gt; proba de microfon [gata cu gluma]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da sunt chel si am sapca intoarsa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pritivirea e in gol si muzica-i aleasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;critica ta nu imi pasa, esti varza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de la atata manea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ai ajuns sa te comporti ca sorata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ti-am zis de 3 ori sa termini &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dar tu tot faci pe nebunu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cu prima ocazie o sa-ti inghiti tutunu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de ce? ce intrebare prosteasca &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fiindca sunt mentol si ai probleme cu respiratia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iar daca rima mea nu e valabila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mai bine taci, creierul tau fluiera a paguba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dintre o blonda si tine ea sigur cedeaza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cand deschizi gura nimeni nu e pe faza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tu nu contezi, gen sa vedem reactia lumii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;care zice ca tu fara gasca ta de cocalari esti fix pielea p...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stofa II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa revenim la mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tu ma critici, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu nu dau doi bani pe tine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poate ca esti mai bun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dar mie nu-mi pasa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;caci gagica'ta mi-a cazut deja in plasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sau cu tronc cum sa te fac sa intelegi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;caci daca eu o sa-ti zic pleaca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tie nu o sa iti placa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o tragi de mana pe prietena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dar ea iti zice sec cine esti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si tie nu o sa-ti convina mixu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si o sa sfarsesti pe combinand pe mirc continuandu-ti tripu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-5639488008091912348?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/5639488008091912348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/gen-hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5639488008091912348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5639488008091912348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/gen-hip-hop.html' title='gen hip-hop'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7021421255137388072</id><published>2010-01-17T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:06:30.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>first 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Astazi, Vizualizările profilului (aprox.) 100 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da.... azi s-a petrecut :D am ajuns la 100 de vizualizari. Oarecum ma bucura faptul ca sunt citit... blogul este facut in luna noiembrie, deci in aproximativ 3 luni lumea a inceput sa citeasca, sa critice si poate sa digere ce am scris eu pe aici. In speranta ca in curand o sa ajung si cu posturile la 100 ne mai auzim. Va multumesc ca imi sunteti alaturi &gt;:d&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7021421255137388072?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7021421255137388072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-100.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7021421255137388072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7021421255137388072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-100.html' title='first 100'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2814988558549970350</id><published>2010-01-17T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:10:39.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 stari diferite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;desi sunt frant de oboseala am zis sa mai incerc sa mai recuperez din timpul pe care nu l-am acordat blogului... scoala asta imi mananca tot timpul, si sincer nu ! nici una din fetele cu care am poza la avatar nu este prietena mea asa ca terminati odata cu : " nu ai timp din cauza iubitei" Ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;asa... acum sa revenim... in continuare o sa va prezint cum arata o dimineata din viata mea... de fapt si de drept o dimineata cand ma trezesc cu chef de viata si una in care nu am chef de viata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incepem cu primul exemplu dimineata cu chef:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai nu suna ceasu deoarece ma trezesc inaintea lui.... ma pun la calc dau drumu la muzica ritmata... dansez cu perna dupa plonjez in pat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dupa ma schimb strang lenjeria deschid geamu fac dus cant tot ce tine de igiena bla bla mananc ma schimb ... evident ca imi ia o gramada sa probez tot dulapu ca ulterior sa ma imbrac cu aceleiasi lucruri pe care le-am avut ieri..doar e mai comod... imi fac ghiozdanu iau o gura de cafea si plec..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si totul in viteza si galagie evident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum urmeaza partea cu ziua mai fara chef... sau cu chef 0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suna ceasul: " bagami-as picioarele!!!" il pun sa sune 5 minute mai tarziu... "hai ba cand au trecut 5 minute, inca 5" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"pfoai mno hai sa ma trezesc" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ce e cu muzica asta(calcu meu fiind mereu pornit) la dracu sa o dau mai incet" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dupa asta urmeaza baie si dus... si aici cu chestii de genu "pfoai ce rece e apa" "mama ce somn am in mine" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dupa sa strang patu " las ca il strange mama ca nu am chef, l-am strans ieri" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa mananc + cafea "mi-e lene imi cumpar la scoala" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ce zi e azi ma? " "ce ore am... firar mama dracu daca stiu unde sunt caietele"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ba.. iau bluza asta bag picioru cui nu-i convine sa intoarca mecla in alta parte" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si evident ca ajung la scoala si dupa ce o salut pe Monica, deoarece ea ajunge mereu prima la scoala pun capu pe banca si trec la somn pana se gaseste un bulangiu sa ma trezeasca"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cam asta e.. as fi scris mai in detaliu dar simt ca am plumb in loc de creier si chiar am nevoie de un somn bun !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2814988558549970350?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2814988558549970350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-stari-diferite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2814988558549970350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2814988558549970350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-stari-diferite.html' title='2 stari diferite'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6942164025985280928</id><published>2010-01-12T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:04:18.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>univers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sunt multe intrebari in univers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si nimeni nu sta sa le caute un sens,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt milioane de raspunsuri la o singura-ntrebare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar nimeni nu zice: "de ce?" "cum?" "oare...?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nu am incercat sa-mi explic cum toate se leaga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si ofera posibilitati concrete in lumea intreaga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E greu, e complicat, n-am timp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu sunt un geniu ce gandeste spre infinit,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt doar un om ce trece printr-un veac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce vrea sa-n semne mai multe decat niste oase intr-un sac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sau cavou, cosciug cum il numiti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si nu sunt un fel de Bacovia sa stiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu scriu pentru tristete sau drama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scriu pentru mine si a mea karma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si as mai scrie versuri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dar imi iese doar rima, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ma opresc aici....alcoolul e de vina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6942164025985280928?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6942164025985280928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/univers.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6942164025985280928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6942164025985280928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/univers.html' title='univers...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6595946946953760931</id><published>2010-01-10T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:32:38.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ceva mai special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;stateam ieri si vorbeam pe mess cu cineva desrpe nume... mai exact ea imi povestea despre semnificatia numelui ei .... a fost draguta explicatia si m-a determinat sa imi caut si eu semnificatia numelui ... cica alexandru se trage din grecescul "alexandros" si inseamna protector al oamenilor... ehh sa zicem ca mi se potriveste numele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chestia asta mi-a trecut repede si ce mi-a trecut prin cap ... ia sa caut niste maxime sa vad si eu ce au mai cugetat intelectualii si sincer am gasit cateva maxime ce mi-au placut foarte mult si am sa vi le enumar in ce urmeaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Cu totii traim sub acelasi cer, dar nu avem toti acelasi orizont." &lt;br /&gt;Konrad Adenauer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e drept ca avem cu totii acelasi cer dar nu si acelasi scop si aceiasi viziune. aceasta maxima mi-a placut mult. daca ar fi sa filosofez putin as zice ca fiecare stea ce se vede seara pe bolta ceresca reprezinta un scop, un orizont.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Doar pentru ca cineva nu te iubeste asa cum vrei tu, nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste cu toata fiinta sa." &lt;br /&gt;G. J. G. Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mereu vor exista intr-un cuplu certuri ce pornesc de la " tu nu ma iubesti cat te iubesc eu, niciodata nu ai stiut sa imi arati" dar ceea ce nu intelege acea persoana este ca sunt enorm de multe feluri de a iubi... si ca fiecare iubeste intr-un mod aparte.... de la iubirea platonica pana la declaratii siropoase .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt momente in viata, in care oricum ti-ar sta corpul, sufletul e in genunchi... &lt;br /&gt;Anonim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aici m-a atins la coarda sensibila... nenea anonim a zis aici mai bine decat s-ar fi chinuit oricine altcineva sa formuleze treaba asta. adica cel putin mie mi s-a intamplat de atatea ori chestia asta incat nu am putut sa tin un numar exact... e genu ala de intamplare cand desi ai un zambet pe buze, in interior iti inmormantezi sufletul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Fereste-te deopotriva de prietenia dusmanului si de dusmania prietenului.&lt;br /&gt;Nicolae Iorga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aici stimabilul Nicolae Iorga a atins doua probleme ce azi sunt printre cele mai frecvente in viata noastra si anume prietenii si dusmanii nostri. Cand am citit maxima lui, mi-a zburat gandul la un vers de la La Familia - "prieteni-mi devin dusmani/ dusmanii fani" eu zic ca aici treaba e simpla, prietenu iti devine dusman cand apare neincrederea si cand nu isi poate obtine un scop pe care l-a urmarit dupa ce a aparut neincrederea, iar dusmanul in fan in momentul in care vrea sa incerce din nou sa obtina ceva de la tine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;asta ce urmeaza acuma este preferata mea. am lasat-o la urma pentru ca ce e mai bun se pastreaza pentru final, nu? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Scrie ca sa nu pierzi florile gandului tau, pe care, altfel le ia vantul!&lt;br /&gt;N. Iorga&lt;br /&gt;pe langa faptul ca apartine unui roman, este preferata mea deoarece exprima cam ceea ce fac eu aici scriu ca sa nu-mi irosesc ideile. si poate peste timp... din 100 de idei pe care le-am avut chiar daca 99 sunt proaste va exista una care imi va fi de folos, daca nu mie poate altora, ceea ce ma va multumi si-mi va da satisfactie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vineri m-a ales profu de mate pentru o sedinta de brain storm e ceva ce nu am mai facut pana acum iar tot ceea ce se presupune ca trebuie sa faci este sa inlaturi spiritul critic si sa propui idei care vor aduce un confort in plus omenirii, si nu putine au fost inventiile care au pornit de la aceast tip de sedinta. e ca si cum ai visa cu ochii deschisi fara sa ai teama ca cineva o sa rada de ideea ta, iar aici nimic nu este o prostie. evident ca dupa aceasta treaba intervine spiritul critic care cu ajutorul rationamentului zice daca este realizabil in timp sau nu.... spre exemplu daca aspiri la o masinarie de imbogatire automatata cu siguranta ca asa ceva nu o sa fie posibil. ar fi prea frumos ca sa-ti cumperi masinaria, aperi pe un buton si pac esti bogat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6595946946953760931?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6595946946953760931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ceva-mai-special.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6595946946953760931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6595946946953760931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ceva-mai-special.html' title='ceva mai special...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-531980607678047661</id><published>2010-01-07T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:35:51.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>droguri..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hmm daca ieri nu aveam chef de scris... azi nu am nici atat... pana mea :) dar m-a rugat cineva sa scriu despre droguri si cum m-a rugat foarte "draguts" nu am putut sa o refuz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drogurile astea ... nu prea stiu ce sa zic despre ele.. cel mai logic e ca sunt 2 mari categorii droguri usoare si droguri tari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cele tari se cunosc... si cel mai periculos drog datorita raspandirii lui si a faptului ca provoaca aproape de la primul consum dependenta este heroina...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu ele nu sunt deloc de acord si da cei care comercializeaza asa ceva ar trebui inchisi pe viata. Intradevar ca si ei au dreptatea lor deoarece detii liberul albitru si faci ce vrei cu viata ta, dar tu care vinzi, prin acel drog duci acea persoana la degradare ei in societate si la degradarea sanatatii acesteia cu bunastiinta, iar acesta poate fi considerat un atentat la persoana, mai indirect ce e drept dar o face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mai departe... cele usoare... cred ca cel mai raspandit dintre toate cele usoare este marijuana, mai nou a inceput si-n Romania sa fie la mare cautare printre cei tineri odata cu deschiderea weed shopurilor, produsele acestora ne mai fiindu-le pe plac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despre marijuana... nu provoaca dependenta, se zice ca ar fi doar o dependenta de senzatie dar eu zic ca e o mare prostie... cu ea as fi de acord dar intr-o anumita masura. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In primul rand nu sunt de acord sa o fumeze orice prost, ar fi minunat sa se inventeze niste teste psihologice care sa determine faptul daca ai voie sau nu sa consumi iarba. De ce ? pai spre exemplu nu vreau ca vecinu din perete cu mine un coclete prost sa fumeze iarba deoarece o sa se creada mai mult sa sigur vreun manelar de succes si o sa inceapa sa-mi puna si mai multe manele pe care eu o sa trebuiasca sa le ascult prin perete obligat fortat. in fine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca parinte... nu as prea fi de acord ca al meu copil sa fumeze asa ceva... adica nu de pe la o varsta frageda... dupa 18 ani as fi de acord ca sa fumeze marijuana in loc sa bea vodka sau orice alt tip de alcool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stiu ca de la o tigara nu o sa-l culeg din sectia de politie pentru ca a spart 20 de mese in club, si a batut jumate de discoteca pentru propria lui distractie. O sa rada, o sa fie relaxat o sa vada tot felul de tampenii dar marijuana nu te indeamna la violenta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum zicea si Teo din fostul Deko, mai bine fumezi o tigara si razi ca un bou o ora decat sa bei 3 beri si pe a 4 a sa o ti deja invers cautand distractie...in capul vreunui amarat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi e cam greu sa ma pronunt pro sau contra asupra ei pentru ca nu o vad ca pe ceva miraculos, salvator care vai doamne te vindeca de orice suparare sau mai stiu eu ce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar eu zic ca ar fi interesanta o lege care sa legalizeze iarba pt o anumita perioada de timp sa vad cate infractiuni o sa se comita sub influenta acestui drog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh... de celelalte droguri.. hmm nu stiu ce sa zic... nu prea am avut interes sa aflu despre ele deoarece nu sunt tentat...poate aduceti voi completari....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da... si terminati cu cacaturi de genu nu fumati marijuana ca puteti muri ! eventual de ras... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-531980607678047661?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/531980607678047661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/droguri.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/531980607678047661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/531980607678047661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/droguri.html' title='droguri..'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6134942285073631281</id><published>2010-01-06T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:35:27.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti Vi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ieri m-a chemat un vecin pana la el sa-i explic o chestie pe la calc... ok urc la el mai stau de vorba una alta... si intr-un final vin si stirile de la ora 19... ehh vreau sa zic ca nu m-am mai uitat de mult si nici nu obisnuiesc sa ma uit la tivi ... dar cand am auzit noua bomba a guvernului nostru sa cad de pe scaun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auzi la ei taxa pe mancarea de la fast-fooduri si racoritoarele cu zahar si diohid de carbon... Cum sa inventezi o asemenea nerozie? Pur si simplu nu imi explic cum? E clar ca vreun imbecil de parlamentar s-a suparat ca nu il mai ajung pantalonii de la costum si a zis sa se razbune pe fast-fooduri sau din cauza ca vreunu din plozii lui a devenit peste noapte obez. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auzi la ei ca dauneaza... frate... orice lucru mancat in exces dauneaza nu doar mancarea de tip fast food.... :-| are toxine si nu mai stiu eu ce....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai daca e sa o luam asa... aerul pe care noi il respiram zilnic este si el de asemenea poluat si contine factori nocivi ce sunt emanati de tevile de esapament ale masinilor, cosurile fabricilor(care mai rezista eroi intr-o tara de 2 lei) si asa mai departe... in concluzie o sa trebuiasca sa ne asteptam sa se puna taxa si pe aerul respirat cat de curand... si cum zicea un prieten o sa ne puna ceas care sa inregistreze cat de des folosim si wc-ul ca doar la noi orice e posibil.... tot cu el discutam si despre Rosia Montana... sau ma rog imi zicea de faptul ca Romania primeste de la U.E o suma imensa datorita acelui proiect si tot asa... unde se duc banii aia ? Pai evident ca in mediu :)) ce credeati, defrisari si contruit vile. pfff ce greu a fost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doamne ce tara trista avem, o sa ajunga sa rada de noi Somalia, Kongo ce sa mai... Intreaga Africa. Eu zic ca o sa se ajunga ca cei bogati sa faca cumparaturi la noi in tara iar cei saraci sa mearga la Londra pt ca o sa fie mai ieftin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh si daca as vrea sa devin si vulgar i-as cita pe cei de la parazitii cu... " o sa ajung sa dau la buci cu ciorapu flausat pe p..., ce frumos suna mi-e rusine mie....." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;au dreptate... sincer... e trist :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ca o paranteza...acum ZiCandZicale... nu ai vrea sa te prezinti pt ca este ciudat sa vorbesc cu cineva "anonim" sau macar sa imi zici in ce imprejurare ne-am cunoscut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si o a doua paranteza...sa-i ia naiba pe aia de la curent ca mai aveam 2 cuvinte de scris aseara ca sa public postarea si a venit pana de curent .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6134942285073631281?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6134942285073631281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ti-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6134942285073631281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6134942285073631281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/ti-vi.html' title='Ti Vi'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-792726642151233188</id><published>2010-01-06T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:07:13.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>despre tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sincer nu prea mai am chef de scris....zilele astea am o stare cam nasoala... deoarece tot ce e frumos trebuie sa aibe un sfarsit si cum orele trec repede fara sa ne dam seama uite ca imediat taicamiu pleaca din nou si iar o sa am acel loc lipsa in inima mea....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pana acum m-am obisnuit cu ideea de absent .. insa desi imi ia mult sa ma reobisnuiec cu procesu care culmea ia luni de adaptare si readaptare... e ca un antrenament care se duce in 5 minute... nu m-ai mult. sincer... e ciudat cum te obisnuiesti cu lipsa unui om si dupa 5 minute cand il revezi devi dependent de el... desi sunt destul de cu capul pe umeri si in cea mai mare parte independent... faptul ca il simt pe taicamiu in prezenta mea imi mareste siguranta deciziilor, daca nu sunt sigur pe un lucru ma calauzeste... si sunt lucruri care chiar nu le poti face prin telefon... stateam si ma autoanalizam... de unde atata calm pe mine... simplu de la el.... are un calm ce te enerveaza... ma uitam ca am acelasi temperament si pana si gesturile sunt oarecum asemenea desi petrecem impreuna maxim o luna doua pe an... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stau si ma gandesc la genetica si altele... hmmm  desi nu inteleg un cuvant din ce zice profu de bio, nu am nici un interes sincer sa-l ascult ...doar ca tot bla bla ul ce-l zice el acolo vad ca e pe bune, he ain't talkin' bull shit man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;asa sa revenim... da maine pleaca si oarecum ma simt iar gol desi mi-a zis clar si raspicat ca am idei mai bune decat el, si ca nu o sa ma mai poata ajuta pt mult timp deoarece viziunea mea despre viata este diferita fata de a lui, evident alte timpuri traite...alte medii alte atractii, vicii si tot asa....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pot spune din perspectiva unui outsider ca in prezenta lui ma port ca un copil, numai modul in care ma priveste imi aduce aminte de cum alerga dupa mine cand ma dadeam pt primele dati cu bicicleta sau cand, dupa o entorsa sau un cap spart venea, ma lua si ma facea sa rad si sa uit de durere.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in fine... asa ca acesta bucatica scrisa de mine e pt tata... my role model... sper ca in viata mea sa fac un sfert din realizarile lui si sa-i calc cu mandrie pe urme atunci cand el nu va mai fi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stiu ca nu vei citi niciodata asta, si ca nu o sa iti sar la gat....dar esti persoana care cu adevarat imi da putere si ma face sa am o coloana vertebrala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-792726642151233188?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7811085054317005546</id><published>2010-01-02T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:26:40.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La nervi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Uneori incerc sa privesc cu detasare &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tot ce ma-nconjoara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar ceea ce ma urmareste nu vrea sa moara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satul de scandaluri, necazuri probleme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M-am refugiat in alcool pt o vreme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar cum nu le uitam, imi aminteam mai tare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trecerea a fost simpla de la alcool la tigara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si cum nu simteam nimic nici o ameliorare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spre disperarea plamanilor am inceput sa fumez mai tare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum m-am linistit toate au plecat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt iar eu, un trup curat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar problemele nu se tin la distanta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar ceea ce vad in viitor nu imi da speranta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi doresc sa fiu iar copil pentru o vreme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa fug si sa uit de toate aceste probleme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar lumea asta mereu ma cheama, nu ma lasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi vine sa-mi iau tot si sa plec din casa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar unde sa ma duc cand ce-i ma drag ma cheama...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totul nu mai e ce a fost, nu-i asa mama?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7811085054317005546?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7811085054317005546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-nervi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7811085054317005546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7811085054317005546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-nervi.html' title='La nervi'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2764758656203152858</id><published>2010-01-02T20:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:39:03.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in mintea mea</title><content type='html'>Cand de la ai tai parinti nu mai primesti educatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intotdeauna cauti o explicatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar cum singurul raspuns e doar o palma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dispare direct afectiunea pt mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E trist ca la familii fericite odata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu mai gasesti intelegerea de alta data&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca odata cu un cuvant vine si o palma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand nu mai injuri in gand pe a ta mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand stringi din dinti sa nu-ti lovestii parinti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caci ei au uitat de mult ca ei erau sfintii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si se presupunea ca tu ii iubesti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astazi te chinui sa eviti sa nu-i urasti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand vad ca ei nu te mai ating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca nu mai esti vulnerabil &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trec la aminintari cu grave urmari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar tu calm cu-n zambet prost la gura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spui evident: da ma doare-n...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2764758656203152858?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2764758656203152858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mintea-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2764758656203152858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2764758656203152858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mintea-mea.html' title='in mintea mea'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2665814382858842268</id><published>2010-01-02T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:27:58.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Salut si La multi ani.... un an nou fericit si toate cele bune voua cat si familiei. Un nou inceput, un nou deceniu in care cu totii avem speranta ca poate v-a fi mai bine pt noi toti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anul acesta l-am inceput bine... impreuna cu persoane dragi mie si sper sa fie asa tot restul anului. E adevarat am cunoscut si persoane noi care mi-au facut o impresie buna sau mai putin buna dar asta nu conteaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincer de la anu asta astept lucruri destul de multe si cum imi zicea cineva intr-un mesaj "anul acesta sa insemne pt tine o noua treapta pe care o urci", da asa este e vorba despre hop-ul pe care o sa-l trec (sper) in lunile iunie-iulie. Pt cine nu s-a prins inca despre ce vorbesc este vorba de BAC. Desi propriu-zis incepe prin februarie ...probele astea pt mine sunt o formalitate datorita faptului ca este necesara doar prezenta sa le treci (deci firesc nu am emotii). Pe langa asta evident sa intru la o facultate buna, de viitor si care sa-mi placa. Sincer m-am gandit la cateva dar nu voi lua o decizie clara decat in momentul in care imi voi vedea media de la BAC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok dar pana acolo mai sunt multe alte lucruri pe care mi le doresc.. o sa ma rezum doar la cateva poate esentiale sau nu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;imi doresc:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;liniste...doresc liniste ca sa am o minte limpede sa pot invata sa nu am alte griji pe cap si sper sa fie asa desi probleme au inceput sa apara din a doua zi a anului. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rabdare...imi doresc rabdare cu mine insumi in primul rand, ca sa invat in continuare sa ma cunosc si sa am mereu cunostiinta de ceea ce se intampla cu mine sa iau decizii rationale mereu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pace...pun pacea sufleteasca inaintea iubirii deoarece vreau liniste interioara, fara drame menite sa ma dea peste cap, sa fiu mereu impacat cu mine si cu cei din jur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;evident iubire...da vreau o fata care sa ma iubeasca pt ca mi-am dat seama ca fara nu se prea poate si nohh...ar fi si cazul dupa atata singuratate :D... (poate ca asta e singurul lucru pe  care il privesc cu retineri ca se va realiza deoarece am standarde prea ridicate.... cer cam multe pt ceea ce se intampla in ziua de azi...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh da si sper sa imi gasesc si de munca :D si sa dispara criza... si sa ajung prin turcia anul asta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh cam atat de la mine pe scurt...voi ce va doriti? (in afara de a scapa de mine :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2665814382858842268?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2665814382858842268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2665814382858842268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2665814382858842268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010....'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6491798186532713020</id><published>2009-12-24T00:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:04:43.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... poezie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pun aici franturi din mine,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi trec sufletul prin gand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca sa pun aici pe foaie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce-mi trece prin minte, bun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strofa doi este mai seaca &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulsul mi-a incetinit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sangele imi curge-n vene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poezie la infinit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ador sa scriu sa-mi zic povestea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce-i aici e scris pe veci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu ma vor uita cei care &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au ras sau mi-au adus suras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am in mine poezie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arta pura, antica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si de nu-ntelegi mesajul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esti o masa plastica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este drept ca nu ma vezi, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu m-auzit nu stii ce fac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar hai sa-ti ceva acum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ia papucii mei la drum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vezi de poti sa fi ce sunt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Om simplu pe acest pamant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Du-mi tu crucea macar o zi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vei vedea ce vei simti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi scot inima din piept &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doar ca sa mai fiu poet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6491798186532713020?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6491798186532713020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm-poezie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6491798186532713020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6491798186532713020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm-poezie.html' title='hmmm... poezie'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4185020419618306114</id><published>2009-12-23T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:01:44.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o chestie noua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tre' sa spun ca pentru mine Spiritul Craciunului este reprezentat de statul la cozi, da cam asta e :)).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avand in vedere ca toate se apasa pe umerii mei este ok, nu ma plang pentru ca fac fata la absolut orice. Asa s-a intamplat si marti cand dupa 4 ore dormite m-am trezit la 6 juma,(sar cateva detalii) m-am imbracat si am pornit spre piata la un magazin de carne, care evident nu deschidea la ora aia ci ceva mai tarziu ca sa stau la coada, deoarece dupa 20 de ani de cand am scapat de comunism Ceausescu este inca prezent prin toti mosnegii imbecili de care nu mai ai loc si iti fac viata un calvar oriunde te-ai duce. Nu mai vorbesc despre conflictul dintre generatii deoarece nu acesta este subiectul pe care ma voi axa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ajung la coada eram a 5 a persoana, toate bune pana cand o tanti care ne reprosa noua ca ea este acolo de la ora 5 jumate a inceput sa vorbeasca. Sincer sa va zic despre mine nu sunt cea mai indrazneata persoana dar nici cea mai timida. Da este drept ca de cele mai dese ori sunt putin mai timid in prezenta persoanelor necunoscute deoarece nu prea ma intereseaza persoana lor si nu stiu la ce sa ma astept de la ei. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum ca am clarificat un lucru urmeaza al doilea nu prea sunt eu vreun fan infocat al vreunui partid politic sau a vreunui lider dar de data asta s-a intamplat o chestie ciudata si am luat apararea cuiva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duduia respectiva manca rahat cu lingura cea mare fara sa-si dea seama asta pana cand nu am mai rezistat sa o ascult o jumate de ora in continuu cum isi expunea ea teoriile despre politica si asa mai departe. In continuare voi incerca sa parafrazez cateva schimburi de replici dintre mine si ea si totodata o mica expozitiune si intriga asupra lucrurilor pe care le afirma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lui nea' Nicu eu ii dau de pomana mi-a dat casa da lui Ileana nu. Ca el mi-a dat de munca si am avut de unde sa mananc o paine. Si sa-i dea sanatate si la aia de la PSD ca datorita lui Iliescu am eu pensie acuma. Si sa-l ia dracu pe Basesc si pe nevasta'sa ca asta stie numai sa bata copii si nevasta'sa sa se dea mare ca e ea gospodina si ca stie sa croseteze. Ma rog si multe multe injurii la adresa lui. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atunci s-a intamplat ceva ce nu am mai facut in viata mea, adica am luat oarecum initiativa si m-am contrazis cu ea... sincer am ramas putin speriat deoarece toti s-au intors catre mine pentru ca nu se asteptau la asa ceva din partea celui mai tanar dintre cei de acolo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu mai retin exact ce i-am zis dar stiu ca mi-a zis "ce te bagi tu mai mucosule", atunci mi-am luat foc si am inceput.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Taci du-te dracu de comunista cu Ceausescu al tau , normal ca te rogi ca ti-a dat de munca, da la ce fata de uzina ai clar ca ai dormit toata viata si acum te lauzi cu pensie. Si ce a facut tu Iliescu ala al tau ? ca a luat tara cu 0 datorii si a facut-o praf si pulbere, in loc sa prospere a terminat toata industria? La care ea nu a putut sa zica "Taci ma prostule ca tu nu ai habar de nimic!" La care eu am avut inspiratia de moment si am zis: " Daca e cineva de aici prost noi restu inclinam sa credem ca tu esti aia" La care toti au inceput sa rada, dupa care m-am calmat si i-am zis: cum sa faca femeie Basescu ceva cand el nu a avut majoritate in parlament, in caz ca nu stiai a fost primul presedinte demis din cauza ca a tinut cu cetateanul." si am mai continuat cu vreo 3 replici, la care ea vazandu-se pusa la zid a zis scurt "Hai gata". Aici din nou am avut o inspiratie de moment fantastica si i-am zis : "Stai linistita ca daca ai cedat tu prima nu te face mai desteapta, doar ti-ai dat seama cat de incuiata esti".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh acum cateva concluzii pe care as vrea sa le trag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prima dintre ele ar fi ca nu m-am asteptat sa mi se intample asa ceva de la prima ora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doua ca... nu m-am gandit nici o secunda ca asta va fi locul unde imi voi depasi aceasta timiditate, mai ales prin faptul ca am luat initiativa si am facut acea duduie sa taca din gura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Al treilea e ca oarecum acest fapt care nu imi e spre lauda m-a mai dezghetat putin prin prisma faptului ca am oarece mai mult tupeu si putin mai mult curaj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma voi rezuma la inca unul si cam atat ca vreau sa ma intind si eu in pat sa ma uit la un film. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultimul ar fi ca e bine sa spui ce gandesti chiar daca e bine sau nu, conteaza ca ai o parere si cum i-am zis si eu acelei femei: E democratie, te-am ascultat o jumate de ora cum ai aberat, acum e randul tau sa asculti !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4185020419618306114?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4185020419618306114/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-chestie-noua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4185020419618306114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4185020419618306114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-chestie-noua.html' title='o chestie noua...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4741280111186748950</id><published>2009-12-21T02:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:42:59.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ZicandZicale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Acest cititor sau cititoare a punctat destul de bine si as fi curios sa vorbesc mai mult cu el sau ea :). In orice caz... prietenii pai ca sa zic si eu niste zicale, prieten iti este buzunarul si atat; restul sunt amici sau cunostiinte. Nu prea ma intereseaza de altii, am invatat ca oricat ti-ar pasa de cineva, acel cineva te dezamageste, sau nu da doi bani pe tine. Nu sunt genul de persoana care daca ajuta asteapta sa fie ajutata dar cand cineva isi pune niste sperante in tine si nu il dezamagesti astepti de la acea persoana acelasi lucru. Am atins un subiect cam sensibil si anume prietenii ... ei bine in opinia mea, azi rar gasesti acel prieten adevarat care daca il suni si la 4 dimineata, este gata sa te ajute. Cel putin mie nu mi s-a intamplat, am invatat sa ma descurc si sa-mi rezolv problemele de unul singur si e mult mai bine asa, daca gresesc stiu unde am facut-o si nu mai repet. Dar daca greseste altcineva pentru mine cu siguranta imi voi pune intrebarea " Oare as fi facut la fel? sau Oare si-a dat toata silinta?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cat despre muzica nu prea sunt genul care sa asculte ce zice unul si celalalt, din toate cunostiintele mele o singura persoana asculta raggae si maxim 3 agreaza celelalte trupe pe care le ascult. Nu ma iau dupa nimeni pentru mine unicitatea primeaza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desi ma gandesc ca facandu-mi acest blog nu mai sunt unic, ma consolez cu ideea ca sunt unic prin ceea ce scriu si exprimare etc... Nu imi place sa copiez nu prea am un Role Model, recunosc ca uneori ma mai inspir de la anumiti oameni putini ce e drept pe care ii consider de succes, si acest succes nu aratat prin contul lor bancar ci prin munca pe care au depus-o sa-l obtina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si ca tot veni vorba de prieteni, citez " le intorci principiile pe dos c-o bancnota de o suta" si sunt mai mult ca sigur ca 90 % din ai mei prieteni sunt asa, iar restu probabil asteapta o oferta mai buna :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si mai ziceai o chestie cum ca omul destept invata din greselile altora...chestia este relativa pana nu simti tu pe pielea ta acea experienta cam greu sa inveti din acele lucruri. La teorie toti suntem buni dar cand vine vorba de practica aproape toti suntem mediocrii. Da, am mai invatat cate ceva si de la ei, dar m-am incapatanat sa cred ca pot mai mult decat au putut ei si uneori mi-a iesit alteori nu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatiile celor din jur... chestia asta nu prea imi mai pasa, da in trecut eram curios, dar m-am desteptat cu timpul nu din cauza unui par in cap luat de la cineva... ci pentru ca mi-am dat seama ca nu este bine sa te bagi in viata cuiva ( indiferent de incaltaminte ...bocanci sau balerini tot raman urme).  Acum prefer sa-mi vad de ale mele, daca sunt intrebat raspund, daca mi se cere un sfat il dau si cam atat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singurul lucru pe care mi-l reprosez este ca uneori sunt cam nesimtit cu anumite persoane care sunt in dizgratia prietenilor mei, involuntar fiind si-n dizgratia mea, insa in scurt timp sper ca voi fi mai cu capul pe umeri si voi avea cu adevarat o coloana vertebrala demna care la momentul potrivit sa puncteze concis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iti multumesc pentru al tau comentariu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu respect, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexandru.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(scuze daca mai apar greseli dar este ora 3 in za morning)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-4741280111186748950?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4741280111186748950/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/zicandzicale.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4741280111186748950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4741280111186748950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/zicandzicale.html' title='ZicandZicale'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-675978373120886310</id><published>2009-12-20T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:58:00.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri ce ma inspira</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nu am mai scris de mult timp si sincer nu din cauza ca am ramas in pana de idei, pur si simplu nu am avut timp. Problemele au aparut mai ceva ca ciupercile dupa ploaie, dar in fine nu asta conteaza, important e ca am multe de scris, de recuperat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum ceva zile am primit o intrebare care suna cam asa: "Alex, auzi nu te supara, dar de unde de inspiri cand scrii pe blog?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm pe moment nu am stiut ce sa raspund deoarece nu m-am gandit niciodata la acest lucru, pur si simplu e o idee ce-ti vine in minte si dupa ea o insiruire de alte idei ce se leaga... sau nu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am stat si m-am gandit ca pana la urma sunt influentat de mediul si stilul meu de viata, de faptul ca ascult mult hip-hop si raggae si ca imi place natura si sa iubesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa ca e normal sa ma refer la aceste lucruri cand scriu sau compun daca ele primeaza peste stilul si modul meu de a fi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa ca asta ar cam fi raspunsul sunt influentat de muzica, natura si dragoste. Ar mai fi si lectura...cartile pe care le citesc dar sincer nu mi-e rusine sa o recunosc nu am mai citit de ceva timp o carte, nu am avut timp... matematica asta ma omoara :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ehh ne auzim imediat :D am pregatit o poezie doua pt fani :&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-675978373120886310?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/675978373120886310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucruri-ce-ma-inspira.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/675978373120886310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/675978373120886310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucruri-ce-ma-inspira.html' title='Lucruri ce ma inspira'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3524447557345485326</id><published>2009-12-09T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:55:08.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neplaceri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Azi dimineata m-am trezit cu gandul, o sa fie o zi ok! Dar nu a fost asa... in drum spre scoala soferu de autobuz a pus o frana brusca, evident ca mi-a fugit gandul frate asta o sa loveasca acum pe cineva, dar cand m-am uitat pe geam in dreptul meu era un copil intins pe jos, lovit de o masina se zvarcolea de durere. Imaginea nu m-a socat atat de tare deoarece trebuie sa ma laud cu macrabra performanta de astfel de experiente. Nu am avut cum sa nu ma gandesc, ca doar printr-o minune eu nu am zacut intins pe asfalt cu ceva luni in urma. Doar o forta divina m-a salvat sa nu fiu mort langa vecinul meu, da Dumnezeu a avut grija de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Veneam de la scoala, cobor din 8 si la vreo 10 metri in fata mea imi vad un vecin... evident grabesc pasul ca sa il ajung din urma sa mergem impreuna spre casa. la vreo 3 m de trecerea de pietoni imi cad cheile din buzunar, cum nu imi explic aveam pantaloni largi cu buzunare adanci ... o chestie pe care pur si simplu nici in ziua de azi nu imi dau seama.... m-am aplecat dupa ele si in momentul acela, s-a auzit o frana brusca, sunetul nu se mai oprea pana cand a venit si impactul... intr-o prima faza nu mi-a venit sa ridic privirea dar ochii nu au ascultat si mi-am vazut vecinu luat pe capota aruncat in aer si cum s-a izbit de asfalt. Am inghetat instant, nu mai stiam ce e cu mine nu am fost in stare nici sa sun la ambulanta nimic, m-am panicat si am fugit direct acasa. Cand m-a vazut maicamea s-a speriat si ea ingrozitor de cat de alb eram la fata, cand i-am zis ce s-a intamplat a ramas si ea socata. Cel mai trist a fost ca eu a trebuit sa dau vestea familiei... Dupa cateva ore, la care numai la asta ma gandeam m-am linistit cat de cat si analizam situatia, atunci mi-am dat seama ca langa el trebuia sa fiu si eu daca nu imi cadeau cheile...ok toate bune, dar cum mi-au cazut cheile ca era imposibil.... nici pana azi nu mi-am putut explica acest lucru si poate ca e mai bine asa. Oricum am ramas marcat... am fost doar la un pas de moarte, de atunci m-am schimbat oarecum, cred in minuni, cred mai mult in "Dumnezeu".&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/544033511129896719-3524447557345485326?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3524447557345485326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/neplaceri.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3524447557345485326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3524447557345485326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/neplaceri.html' title='Neplaceri...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3684791438771460202</id><published>2009-12-07T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:02:58.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pai... mai vedem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sunt surprins placut ca din ce in ce mai des telefonul imi suna, prieteni pe care ii credeam uitati si care m-au uitat ma suna sa vada ce mai fac... stiu majoritatea ca au bacu asa ca sunt scurti si concisi in exprimare, in concluzie toti ma invita la cate o cafea, la un pahar de vorba. Asa s-a intamplat si ieri, duminica pe la ora 18 cand abia venit de la vot a trebuit sa ma imbrac iar si sa ies la o plimbare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu ma mai vezusem de mult cu S. si chiar imi era dor sa mai stau de vorba cu ea, tinand cont ca nu o mai vazusem de  vreo 3-4 luni cred asa ca eram curios sa vad cum mai arata mai ales ca mi-a zis ca a facut ceva schimbari majore...gen s-a vopsit si altele.... cum de fel sunt mai cu capul in nori m-am dus in alta parte sa o astept... nu foarte departe de unde trebuia doar peste strada la vreo cativa metri unul de celalalt...oricum a fost tare amuzant ca amandoi statea si ne asteptam dar nici unu din noi nu stia ce se intampla pana ce am sunat-o sa vad ce se intampla. Uite asa ne-am vazut, am ramas placut surprins de ea si de schimbarea in bine, de asemenea si ea a fost surprinsa de faptul ca am mai slabit.... In fine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dupa intrebari tipice precum "cum merge cu invatatul?", "la ce dai bacu?" si altele... m-a intrebat si de sanatate...ce mai fac una alta si asa mai departe... i-am zis de blog, deoarece ea era o cititoare fidela a vechiului meu blog, si m-a intrebat daca o sa scriu despre ea aici, mai ales o parere sincera blogul fiind "suflet-deschis", i-am zis "pai....mai vedem" ce e ciudat pentru mine este faptul ca toti mai multa lume ma intreaba daca o sa scrii despre mine, aici, ei bine... nu o sa scriu despre toti... sau poate ca da, depinde de cum ma influentati si daca reusiti sa-mi captati atentia intr-un fel anume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ea ar cam fi a doua persoana despre care scriu nu neaparat din rugamintea ei...dar e a doua persoana care m-a intrebat daca va aparea pe blog si uite ca a si aparut .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum e cam greu sa scrii despre cineva, sa-l faci oarecum public pentru ca nu stii cum v-a reactiona la ce scrii poate ca ceva nu ii va convenii si il va deranja, nu prea ai cum sa fi liber, suflet deschis cand scrii despre cineva anume deoarece facand publice anumite chestii care in grupul nostru de prieteni par firesti poate pentru altii par ciudate si astfel duce la degradarea persoanei in societate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe scurt for S. long time no see &gt;:d&lt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si poate ne auzim cu o poezie :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3684791438771460202?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3684791438771460202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/pai-mai-vedem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3684791438771460202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3684791438771460202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/pai-mai-vedem.html' title='pai... mai vedem.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3879210064439244032</id><published>2009-12-06T14:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:11:03.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu-i asculta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In general in viata ai obiceiul sa iti stabilesti anumite targeturi pe care vrei sa le atingi in viitor. Pentru asta iti trebuie munca, ambitie si putin noroc. Cam asta e reteta care ar garanta succesul, dar pe langa astea daca nu ai un sprijin moral din partea cuiva sau chiar autosugestie cam totul se naruie. In situatia asta se cam afla personajul nostru de azi. Munceste, are ambitie si cred ca si noroc are si autosugestie. Toate bune pana acum insa stim cu toti ca urmeaza acel dar care de obicei aduce nesansa sau demoralizeaza omul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Zilnic te trezesti pregatit sa te izbesti de tot felul de rauti ce vin din partea celor din jurul tau, persoane care nu prea au nici o treaba cu tine si care nu vor decat sa se ridice deasupra ta ca sa se bucure de esecul tau. Evident ca nu prea ii iei in seama si rautatile lor nu te ating, din contra te motivezi tot mai mult si pas cu pas transformi ploaia in cer senin. Insa ce se intampla atunci cand desi esti motivat si autosugestia este prezenta, apare cineva drag sau mai bine zis cineva ce are in vene acelasi sange ca si al tau si iti zice ca nu are rost, ca ceea ce faci este in zadar ca oricum nu vei reusi? Iti zic eu in secunda 2 te demoralizeaza atat de tare incat iti piere orice chef de viata si incepi sa te enervezi si sa arunci pe geam cam tot ce ai muncit pana la acel moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E aiurea ca se intampla acest lucru mai ales cand acea persoana nu mai sta langa tine, si te suna o data la luna cand isi mai aduce aminte de tine, sau nu te suna. E foarte ciudat deoarece stii ca odata erati apropiati, ca erati frati in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. Intre timp in acea perioada in care persoana ta nu a mai reprezentat pentru ea un interes tu ai inceput sa stralucesti sa ai o oarecare aura si ai facut sacrificii pentru a incerca sa-ti indeplinesti visul. Ei bine totul se duce dracului intr-o secunda.. sau cateva clipe cand ea, incostienta fiind scoate pe gura ceva ce iti pune capac. Tot ce a facut personajul nostru a fost sa zambeasca fortat si amar, sa se ridice si sa plece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Salut, ma numesc Alex si dupa multe luni de liniste sufleteasca si mentala am din nou o stare depresiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bine ai venit Alex la centru nostru, pentru ati impartasii experienta, zise conducatorul acelui cerc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Punct.&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/544033511129896719-3879210064439244032?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3879210064439244032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-i-asculta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3879210064439244032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3879210064439244032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-i-asculta.html' title='Nu-i asculta.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3584862988294883806</id><published>2009-12-04T21:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:41:56.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rataciri</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Printre ganduri si soapte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Undeva tarziu in noapte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stau si cuget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Un ultim gand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ce ma framanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Si se zbate pana-n tampla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Incerc sa ma linistesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sa ma uit pe sus, clipesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gandul apare necontenit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Este, singur ratacit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nici nu zboara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nici nu tace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Si nici cum nu imi da pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Este pus pe repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imi zice ca nu te-nghit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu mai esti ce-ai fost candva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stii tu, inspiratia mea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spiritul meu creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Candva credeam ca fara tine mor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tin insa sa-ti multumesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ca fara tine supravietuiesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunt intreg, bine mersi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pa si pusi ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/544033511129896719-3584862988294883806?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3584862988294883806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/rataciri.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3584862988294883806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3584862988294883806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/rataciri.html' title='rataciri'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3096497716811899106</id><published>2009-12-03T21:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:45:11.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e iarna, e ger, esti tu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu stam sa ne picure ploile lui mai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nici nu fugim sub cerul liber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fumam o tigara amandoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunt eu, tu si norii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu fugim de nebuni prin nisip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Prin vama sau cum abereaza unii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunt eu, tu deci noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ce mai conteaza nebunii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E trist cum totul moare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In jur ca tigara ce arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E iarna ce fata ne arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cu gerul ei fin si nocturn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Retrasi pe-o banca murdara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ne asezam nepasatori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E noapte, e frig, nu-i lumina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tigara se termina-ndata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trag in piept un ultim fum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E iarna, nu-i Mai nu e ploaie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doar zambet si raset nocturn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ma uit in sus spre stele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Astept sa cada un fulg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tu te uiti la mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu tac, nu-ti raspund oricum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu o fac din neglijenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dar o fac intentionat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunt ca-n cartea lui Eliade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tu Maitreyi eu copac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2917769345206779277</id><published>2009-12-03T17:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:41:29.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi vs. Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Razboiul sexelor! Pentru mine o tema foarte amuzanta. Nu sunt genul care sa creada ca o femeie este menita sa stea la cratita, sa spele rufele sau sa creasca copii. Dupa parerea mea o femeie ca sa fie frumoasa in primul rand trebuie sa fie libera. Nu in sensul in care sa umble din barbat in barbat, sa nu aibe prejudecati sau din bar in bar. Libera din punct de vedere spiritual si moral. Sa nu ii se puna o anumita eticheta doar din pricina ca sunt considerate " sexul slab". Ei bine fara sa ne dam seama ele arunca asupra noastra un fel de "vraja" ce mereu functioneaza de ce? Enorm de simplu. Creierul masculin este setat sa actioneze haotic in preajma unui impuls puternic. Si ce e mai stimul este mai puternic pentru un barbat decat sexul. Sper exemplu ea vine cu un decolteu mai generos la un individ. Ea are sanse de reusita asupra tipului de 60 % in momentul in care ea il abordeaza pentru a-i rezolva problema. Il priveste senzual 65%. Ii zambeste putin mai mult 70%. Se apleaca putin pentru a-si scoate in evidenta sanii 85% iar daca pe langa decolteu mai apare si o fusta mai scurta efectul este garantat 100%. Asa ca nu suntem tocmai cei mai puternici daca femeile fara sa isi foloseasca forta fizica ne sunt superioare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar gata cu lauda asupra lor si sa mergem mai departe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiecare sex are un prototip anume, o icoana pe care oricine si-ar dori-o.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ele : (nu neaparat)Frumos in rest cu bani, masina, casa, afacere si evident minte cam putina ca ele sa le toace marunt banii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noi: neaparat frumoasa, inalta, look de fotomodel, proasta si mereu dispusa sa faca sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei bine din pacate nu e totul asa. pentru ca nu toti sunt bogati si nu toate sunt proaste. Asa au aparut probabil si casatoriile, iti gasesti una pe care mai intai o placi si o iubesti si in scurt timp ajungi sa te rogi sa scapi de ea ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum si noi le mai facem bucata uneori scumpelor inteligente. De ce? pentru ca femeila urca pe scara sociala, iar barbatul ia liftul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toate vor : ascultate, iubite, umplute de cadouri, enorm de multa atentie, servite la pat, tratate ca niste printese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei nu e asa. nu va ascultam, va iubim doar pana ce obtinem ce ne propunem, cadourile au un scop anume, nu va dam atentie, nu va servim la pat si NU SUNTETI PRINTESE!!! :)) (doamne ce rau pot fi.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum sa asculti o fata cand are un debit de 1000 de cuvinte pe ora? Pur si simplu innebunesti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barbatii sunt eficienti in comunicare. Nu o sa vezi niciodata 2 barbati care stau de vorba mai mult de 5 minute la telefon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ex: Salut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vi cu mine pana la magazin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te astept jos in 5 minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;salut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;salut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;. la fete....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Servus draga...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;servus...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar ce faci... uite bine acum am iesit din dus si mor de nervi ca nu imi gasesc oja mea preferata. Stii tu, aia pe care am primito cadou de ziua mea de la X.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care X?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a pai stii ca era la ziua mea tipul ala bun dar combinat cu fraiera aia, ala care imi tot facea ochi dulci..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A da gata stiu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu ce faci? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai uite bine si eu am facut un dus m-a uscat la par, dar nu stiu cu ce sa ma imbrac. Sa-mi iau pantalonii aia noi pe care mi i-am cumparat cand am fost cu tine si cu fetele in mall ? Stii tu aia care iti plac tie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da! sunt perfecti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totusi de ce m-ai sunat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pai uite vi cu mine pana la magazin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai da, dar mai intai stai sa ma aranjez, sa ma machiez sa vad cu ce ma imbrac si eu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auzi dar imi aduci si mie rimelul ala al tau ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da, fata!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bine atunci in cat timp ne vedem? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pai nu stiu suna-ma iar peste vreo 30 de minute, sa vad daca termin pana atunci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaa dar ce vrei sa cumperi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pai m-au trimis ai mei sa iau mai multe chestii acuma, hai ca te sun mai incolo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pa-pa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei bine, in concluzie : fetele imbogatesc companiile de telefonie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sa continui asta zilele viitoare m-am cam plictisit acum... e mult de dezbatut aici :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2917769345206779277?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2917769345206779277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/noi-vs-ele.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2917769345206779277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2917769345206779277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/noi-vs-ele.html' title='Noi vs. Ele'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3646216105918709879</id><published>2009-12-03T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:35:45.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o chestie tare aiurea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Uneori ii inteleg pe toti din jurul meu, dar pe mine insumi Nu!. De ce? nu am habar, sunt multe chestii pe care le fac sa gandesc si chiar daca nu le regret in totalitate tot am o doza de amar in mine. Amar care se transforma in venin. Azi venit de la scoala am pierdut putin vremea si acum scriu pe blog. Scriu pe blog in ciuda faptului ca maine am teza la fizica si ca ar trebui sa invat. da ciudat tare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oricum citind din ultima postare, mi-am dat seama ca eu nu am recitit niciodata ce am scris aici. E ciudat, nici macar poeziile nu le-am citit... si nu inteleg de ce? nu imi este frica sa-mi citesc creatiile, de teama de a nu-mi place ceea ce este scris mai mult din cauza ca nu am rabdare sa citesc tot stiind ca lucrurile astea le-am trait deja si apartin de trecut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fine ... hai ca ma duc sa invat (pe mai tarziu)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3646216105918709879?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3646216105918709879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-chestie-tare-aiurea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3646216105918709879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3646216105918709879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-chestie-tare-aiurea.html' title='o chestie tare aiurea...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6375523131400261414</id><published>2009-12-01T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:54:35.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend de 4 zile.</title><content type='html'>Incep cu vineri, baiat cuminte am stat la toate orele ba chiar mai mult de atat am luat si un 10 la religie :&gt; sunt tare. dupa scoala evident nu mi-a trecut prin cap decat o melodie... care suna cam asa : sunt liber sau asa ceva :-" ... 4 zile fara scoala, 4 zile relax toate au fost bune si frumoasa pana cand l-am auzit pe unu in parc ca are maine teza si mi-am adus aminte brusc de faptul ca maine merg la scoala. (Damn!) in fine sa revenim... evident ca am stat cam toate serile pana tarziu in noapte, m-am jucat nfs si m-am uitat la ceva filme. Recomand american pie 7. e foarte tare! &lt;p&gt;In rest am jucat putin fotbal, am si aruncat la cos... a fost ok. Toate pana aseara cand o ratata s-a hotarat sa-mi strice mie buna dispozitie. Cum era inainte de Ziua Nationala a Romaniei (La multi ani, romani!) aveam la avatar o poza cu interzis ungurilor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/SxVIePDEbWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PdzRFfYOrfY/s200/NU+ungurilor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410310211628199266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adica asta si evident la status: Transilvania, pamant romanesc ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si ce sa vezi o cocalara proasta, se baga in seama cu mine ca sa schimb avataru. Nici nu m-a rugat frumos nimic, ba chiar mi-a impus. Evident ca mi s-a rupt de ea si i-am zis ca nu o schimb. Dupa care cocalara proasta fiind m-a amenintat ca imi da ignore.. va dati voi seama cat de afectat trebuia sa fiu? Evident i-am zis sa nu se deranjeze ca ii dau eu, ba chiar imi face placere...ea copila proasta cand a vazut ca nu ma afecteaza ignoreul ei a inceput sa o dea la intors. Prea tarziu insa :)) i-am dat ignore. Ei bine oameni buni, chiar exista persoane atat de imbecile? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh da ca uitam cand am intrebat-o de ce sa schimb avatarul... am intrebat-o daca e unguroaica. a zis ca nu ca ungurii, maghir(afonii) sunt cei mai buni prieteni din lume. M-a bufnit rasu si am intrebat-o daca traieste in desene animate sau prin carti cu basme. In fine... Weekendul s-a terminat relativ bine. Vin fiert si o baie lunga! Ciao, ne mai auzim :* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6375523131400261414?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6375523131400261414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-de-4-zile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6375523131400261414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6375523131400261414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-de-4-zile.html' title='Weekend de 4 zile.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/SxVIePDEbWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PdzRFfYOrfY/s72-c/NU+ungurilor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2042380112603207744</id><published>2009-11-30T01:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:57:34.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In umbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In viata uneori alergi dupa anumite lucruri ce le vezi la cativa metri in fata ta, dar niciodata nu le poti atinge. Ele devin neclare, apar ca in ceata, apoi le vezi umbra, ca intr-un final sa dispara in negura noptii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dupa astfel de lucruri alearga oricine, sunt atleti ce cauta linia de finish dar care uneori sunt nevoiti sa abandoneze. Adevarat e ca cel ce castiga acea cursa primeste medalia de aur si laurii si ovatiile publicului, dar nici macar 1% din acel public nu stie cata munca se depunde pentru a-ti lua medalia, nimeni nu v-a stii munca titanica pe care o depui si evident, cum zilnic incerci sa-ti depasesti conditia ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ce e de facut in astfel de situatii? Sa abandonezi? Nu, niciodata. A renunta nu este solutia cea mai buna, evident e mult mai simplu sa spui "nu pot" sa pui capul in pamant pentru putin timp si sa treci peste.Mereu mi s-a spus ca nu exista "nu pot" ci doar "nu vreau" si sincer asa si este. Un orb nu spune niciodata nu pot merge sau nu ma pot bucura de viata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Evident ca va ganditi si la caile de mijloc, scurtaturile sau acel mic drum care va ofera o satisfactie pentru o scurta perioada de timp, dar asa cum in sport esti descalificat cand trisezi, asa si viata are grija de tine sa-ti dea un mare sut in partea dorsala. Si atentie ca aici un sut in fund nu este un pas inainte ci un chilot bagat adanc ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Da stiu ca acum simti ironia si zambesti dar cam asa se intampla de fiecare data cand faci pe smecheru, se gaseste altul mai smecher care sa-ti incurce planurile si sa te readuca la linia de start doar ca sa se amuze de tine, sau mai rau sa te readuca in cantonament pentru a te pune la munca si exercitii pentru ati recastiga dreptul de a participa la cursa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Spre exemplu caii ce concureaza in hipodrom poarta ochelari ca sa nu isi vada adversarul ci sa mearga in continuu inainte, orbeste stiind ca va castiga daca da tot ce este mai bun din el. Eu nu indemn la asa ceva pentru ca uneori viata iti ofera si alte oportunitati cu care ai putea sa te complaci, dar eu zic sa-ti duci cursa pana la capat, sa nu-ti lasi telurile sa ajunga in umbra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Daca romanii s-ar fi complacut cu situatia lor nu s-ar fi ajuns sa se vorbeasca de ei la mai bine de 2000 de ani cam de cand au apus. Critica-te in mod constructiv pe tine insuti si ai ca model celebra replica a imparatului Caesar : "Veni, Vidi, Vici" &lt;/span&gt;&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/544033511129896719-2042380112603207744?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2042380112603207744/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-umbra.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2042380112603207744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2042380112603207744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-umbra.html' title='In umbra'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-5811337845923202536</id><published>2009-11-25T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:28:04.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anumite persoane cred ca viata inseamna doar bani, sa muncesti sa aduni cat mai multi bani. Odata "inzestrati" cu aceasta "calitate" e greu sa scapi de ea, prima oara vine gratis si aduce satisfactie dupa care incepe incet,incet sa fara stricaciuni in mediul tau de viata. Cu cat ai un mediu de viata mai agitat si mai plin de oameni cu atat vei fi mai afectat. Unii ajung sa-si piarda chiar si omenia din dorinta de inavutire excesiva. E trist sa vezi cum unii oameni au caracterul in buzunare si sunt invidiosi pe tine pentru ca le dai caracterul pe dos cu o simpla bacnota. Unii chiar nu stiu cand sa se opreasca si sa faca loc unei alte generatii mai capabile, unei generatii cu idei similare celor din grupul si mediul lui de viata si cu siguranta sa faca loc unei generatii destul de proscrisa din cauza societatii actuale in care este destul de greu sa razbesti in conditiile oferite de statul roman. Cel mai urat lucru este atunci cand nu stii sa pierzi, cand nu ai demnitate si odata cu tine vrei sa-i tragi in jos pe colegii, prietenii si oamenii ce interactioneaza cu tine. O data ce ai pierdut, invata ceva din acel lucru, daca pierzi, fa-o cu demnitate si fa-o in asa fel incat cei din jurul tau sa te aprecieze pentru ce ai facut si pentru care ti-ai adus o anumita contributie. Dar fi sigur ca odata cu decaderea ta si influenta asupra celor din jur scade, toti incep sa te dispretuiasca daca nu te resemnezi si cu siguranta in final, surmenat de luptele cu titanii esti strivit ca un gandac si simpla rostire a numelui tau aduce mila sau sila depinde de unghiul in care privim. Uneori e bine sa sti cand sa te retragi, cand sa pui punct si cand sa zici acest capitol din viata mea s-a incheiat, las asta cuiva mai competent. Acest lucru este asteptat in special de la persoanele ce se considera trecute prin viata si cu un scaun la cap. Traieste, Invata, Straluceste, Apune in glorie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-5811337845923202536?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/5811337845923202536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/trist.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5811337845923202536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5811337845923202536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/trist.html' title='Trist...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-1313801428564355761</id><published>2009-11-23T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:06:07.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>doua vorbe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doua vorbe acum ti-as spune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar nu vreau sa te ranesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iti vreau numai bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nu iti zic deci "te urasc!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doua vorbe acum ti-as spune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar eu nu ma regasesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ti-as spune ceva de dulce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar nu-ti zic ca "te iubesc !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uite asa merg mai departe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cu cuvinte acum ma joc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imi esti draga, imi esti scumpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fara tine eu "nu pot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hai c-am zis destul de tine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hai sa zic ceva de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In viata asta ce trece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vom fi mereu amandoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tu in stanga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu in dreapta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brat la brat noi vom pasii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iar pe ale noastre urme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amintirile vor fi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cand inchei zic despre mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cat de mult eu pot gresi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cand eu sunt atotperfectul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tot ce-ti doresti sa fi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;scuzati modestia :)) &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/544033511129896719-1313801428564355761?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/1313801428564355761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/doua-vorbe.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1313801428564355761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1313801428564355761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/doua-vorbe.html' title='doua vorbe.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2057190856844578016</id><published>2009-11-21T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:54:12.012+02:00</updated><title type='text'>12 noaptea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu stiu de ce ma simt foarte bine, sunt foarte bine dispus ma simt implinit. Nu am realizat nimic special, dar imi vine sa ies pe geam si sa strig cat ma tin plamanii sunt liber. Am o energie pe care rareori o regasesc in mine, sunt euforic si nebun. Imi trec prin cap mii de idei cu o viteza incredibila as scrie in continuu fara oprire, dar nu am o viteza atat de mare de a-mi transpune gandurile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sunt liber da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stau pe geam si ma uit la ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu la cine te gandesti tu, ci la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seara asta e nebuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imi da energie imi trimite fiori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ma umple de vise, de sperante, spre zori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desi e-ntuneric vad totul perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E clar de luna .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Este complet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu stiu ce-o fi cu mine, nu-mi pasa daca ce am scris mai sus rimeaza, sincer acum sunt linistit dar sunt si nebun imi place ce scriu, imi place ce spun. am ganduri nebune ce-mi joaca prin gand. E liniste acum. totul e apa, tot e pamant. &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/544033511129896719-2057190856844578016?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2057190856844578016/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-noaptea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2057190856844578016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2057190856844578016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-noaptea.html' title='12 noaptea...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7167127269068030283</id><published>2009-11-21T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:35:33.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ascult!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nu ascult de tine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nu ascult de voi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nu ascult de nimeni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cat timp exista "noi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nimic nu e mai lin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mai dulce si mai fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ca parul tau balai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Usor ma duce catre rai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ai un parfum ce-i cald,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ca o ploaie de vara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ce da sa cada pe umerii tai goi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ca doi nebuni prin ploaie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Usor ne dezbracam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ciudat se uita lumea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Da-i dracu nu-s cu noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trec norii inchisi de ploaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tu inca ma iubesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trec zilele de vara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tot mai mult ma doresti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trec ani din viata noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Capitole intregi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Imi place viata noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Zi-mi inca ma iubesti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fara dedicatii si alte conotatii. :D&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/544033511129896719-7167127269068030283?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7167127269068030283/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/nu-ascult.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7167127269068030283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7167127269068030283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/nu-ascult.html' title='Nu ascult!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-5741226044942655873</id><published>2009-11-19T21:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:33:24.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi nasoala !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azi am " nervii &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nervosi&lt;/span&gt; ",da e una din zilele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care fac spume deoarece nimic nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; merge bine, e ziua aia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iesi&lt;/span&gt; din casa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; dai seama ca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ti-ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lasat&lt;/span&gt; tot ce era mai important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;acasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; trebuie sa te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;intorci&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;autobuzu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;inchide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; fata, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;certi&lt;/span&gt; cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;toti&lt;/span&gt; din jurul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tau&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Genu&lt;/span&gt; de zi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;poti&lt;/span&gt; face nimic constructiv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; vine sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;spargi&lt;/span&gt; tot. Ei bine, cum ne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;calmam&lt;/span&gt;? Unii zic sa tragi aer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;adanc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; piept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;numeri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pana&lt;/span&gt; la 10, am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;incercat&lt;/span&gt; nu a mers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;altii&lt;/span&gt; sa te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;gandesti&lt;/span&gt; la ceva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;placut&lt;/span&gt; care sa te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;faca&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;zambesti&lt;/span&gt;... da de unde singurul lucru ce-mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;trecea&lt;/span&gt; prin  cap era sa dau cuiva cu ceva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; cap sau sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;strang&lt;/span&gt; pe cineva de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;gat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Totusi&lt;/span&gt; ce sa faci? nu am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;gasit&lt;/span&gt; nici o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;solutie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; ca am dat cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;pumnu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; perete o data, de 2 ori, de 3 ori, de n ori :)). A mers? da, evident! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;incercati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; voi...dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;atentie&lt;/span&gt; la degete. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Asa&lt;/span&gt; ca, uneori lucrurile bune nu ne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;calmeaza&lt;/span&gt;, nu, uneori trebuie sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; descarci nervii &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;intr-un&lt;/span&gt; mod violent sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;obosesti&lt;/span&gt; sa nu mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;poti&lt;/span&gt; face nici o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;miscare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;dupa&lt;/span&gt;,  ca sa te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;poti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;linisti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Dupa&lt;/span&gt; asta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;iti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;garantez&lt;/span&gt; eu ca te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;calmezi&lt;/span&gt;, te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;gandesti&lt;/span&gt; ca ai fost prost ca te-ai agitat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;incepe&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;nu-ti&lt;/span&gt; mai pese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;intr-un&lt;/span&gt; final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;simti&lt;/span&gt; o repulsie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;adanca&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Incercati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; voi poate o sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;aveti&lt;/span&gt; succes :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-5741226044942655873?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/5741226044942655873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/zi-nasoala.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5741226044942655873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5741226044942655873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/zi-nasoala.html' title='Zi nasoala !'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-8041328868107476684</id><published>2009-11-17T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:39:15.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma mai gandesc la titlu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De ceva zile incoace, am cam pus punct la jocuri si ce mai faceam in timpul liber si m-am decis sa pun mana pe carte ca doar ma asteapta Bac-ul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cum la mate ma descurc, am trecut mai departe la romana si am zis sa citesc cam ce trebuie pentru bac, nu stiam cu ce sa incep cu Ion a lui Rebeanu sau Baltagul lui Savodeanu. Din instint am ales a doua probabil ca era mai aproape de mine. Cand am deschis cartea m-am blocat deoarece am uitat ca era o carte ce am primit-o cadou prin clasa a 7-a cred, cand am luat si un premiu. Nu m-am blocat deoarece mi-am adus aminte de asta, nici nu mi-ar fi trecut prin cap sincer daca nu vedeam dedicatia fostei mele diriginte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ea mi-a scris o chestie foarte draguta pe care o voi cita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Tinteste cat mai sus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porneste cu dreptul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viseaza spre culmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;             Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dumnezeu iti va da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Norocul si fericirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pe care le meriti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lui Florin, (ma mai cheama si asa, iar ei ii placea foarte mult numele asta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;    Cu drag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;            A.M."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am ramas foarte placut surprins de cele scrise si culmea involntar, uitand complet de era scris in aceasta carte fac cele scrise de ea zi de zi. Zi de zi tintesc sus, pornesc cu dreptul si visez spre culmi. E drept ca nu de fiecare data reusesc sa culeg laurii si intampin dificultati, dar incerc! Imi dau silinta :-). Cat despre partea a doua a textului e drept, ca esti fericit cand atingi spre ceea ce tintesti si evident ca ai si noroc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iata ca oamenii mai in varsta, profesorii ne citesc ca pe o carte si mai mult de atat scriu oarecum involuntar al doilea capitol al cartii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Picteaza panze clare pentru minti confuze".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.s. nu stiu ce titlu sa-i dau&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/544033511129896719-8041328868107476684?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/8041328868107476684/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ma-mai-gandesc-la-titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8041328868107476684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8041328868107476684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ma-mai-gandesc-la-titlu.html' title='Ma mai gandesc la titlu.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-2073272308011046627</id><published>2009-11-16T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:40:56.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De umplutura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mi-am zis sa scriu ceva, chiar daca nu am habar despre ce, dar mai bine ceva decat deloc. Poate imi vine o idee geniala si iau un Nobel :)), ar fi prea de tot. Si uite ca am gasit de ce sa ma leg, scriam la descrierea personala ca o sa va faceti o parere despre mine prin ceea ce scriu, cam greu asa ca o sa va mai zic eu cate ceva pt mine, deh doar e de umplutura, unii poate stiti deja ce scriu aici, altii poate nu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Numele meu e Alexandru, dar mi se zice cel mai des Cozmo(o prescurtare de la numele de familie). Am 18 ani, ciudat nimeni nu-mi da aceasta varsta, unii zic ca as avea mai putin , altii mai mult. Poate din prisma faptului ca uneori refuz sa fiu adult, sunt copilaros iar alteori prea serios. De obicei ma trezesc pe la 6 si stau cam 20 de minute sa ma gandesc cu ce ma imbrac in ziua respectiva, evident  ca nu ma pot hotari si pe ultima suta de metri ma imbrac cu ce imi cade in mana mai repede.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt o fire destul de sociabila, iti zic pe fata ce ma deranjeaza la tine desi de multe ori lucrul acesta deranjeaza. In dese randuri fac lumea sa rada, daca nu din cauza a ceea ce zic cu siguranta prin ceea ce fac. Uneori sunt un mascarici de ce, nici eu nu stiu dar cu siguranta sunt sechele din copilarie =)).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ca genuri muzicale ar fi mai multe pe care le prefer insa predomina muzica Hip-Hop(Underground) chiar si comerciala, rock, raggae si cam tot ce se leaga de acestea, ah da mai ascult melodii promovate la Cenaclul Flacara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider ca am un rol pe pamant si ca in viitor cu siguranta voi aduce o contributie spre binele omenirii, depinde ce drum o sa aleg dupa BAC (daca il iau).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah.. da partea fizica.. 1,96 inaltime in jurul la 96 kg, vreti sa stiti si numarul de la papuc :))? evident "traiesc pe picior mare".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Va mai pot zice ca sunt nascut si crescut in Brasov, vacantele de vara le-am petrecut adesea pe la bunici.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum va zic sincer ca m-a apucat lenea de a continua si in caz ca mai vreti sa stiti ceva despre mine va voi raspunde prin comentarii, evident daca are cineva vreo intrebare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inchei aici, ne mai auzim !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-2073272308011046627?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/2073272308011046627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-umplutura.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2073272308011046627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/2073272308011046627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-umplutura.html' title='De umplutura'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3721475665173483913</id><published>2009-11-15T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:37:23.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arata-mi respect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fi mai respectuos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ofera respect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De fapt ce este acest respect? ah da era sa uit o replica des auzita "nu ai respect pt tine insati !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;respectul asta...cam greu de explicat... e o forma de a-ti arata politetea in fata celorlalti, dar in fata ta nu prea ai cum, nu? nu poti spune ca respectul e acea forma prin care respecti pe cineva suna aiurea. sa zicem ca e stima pt celalalt, dar cum sa te stimezi pe tine? e impropriu... respectul este aplicabil pt ceilalti dar pt tine nu ? atunci la ce bun "nu ai respect pt tine insati? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Respectul de sine e chestia aia care apare atunci cand ai grija de corpul tau, il intreti, il alimentezi corespunzator, il feresti de factorii nocivi? pai eu as numi asta sanatate nici de cum respect de sine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, ce e respectul de sine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E atunci cand iti cumperi o haina scumpa si o porti cu mandrie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu, ala e snobism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cand iti cumperi o masina scumpa, rapida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nu, tot snobism! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Atunci ce e respectul de sine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-3721475665173483913?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3721475665173483913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/respect.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3721475665173483913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3721475665173483913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/respect.html' title='Respect?!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-3778303796800603983</id><published>2009-11-13T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:39:08.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de dupa-masa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;M-am trezit azi pe la 13 si ceva... si cand m-am uitat la ceas am zis Fuck! cat am dormit, ma ridic usor din pat, calcu a ramas pornit de aseara. De fapt nu l-am mai inchis de 3 zile, tocmai ii zisesem cuiva mai de mult ca nu stiu sa-l inchid de aia il las aprins mereu. Amintindu-mi asta am zambit, am deschis winampul si am dat drumu la Eminem -Beautiful si mai apoi la Jedi Mind Tricks - Razorblade Salvation. Mi-am zis azi o sa fie o zi OK, fara scoala, fara stress, fara scris la meditatii, numai buna de lenevit. M-am schimbat intr-un final am aerisit camera, am bagat pisica din fata geamului in casa, am speriat-o pe maicamea a fost totul super bine. Cand m-am mai dezmeticit asa putin am zis damn azi o sa citeasca don'soara postul despre ea :)) si nu m-am putut abtine sa nu ma gandesc ce o sa zica ea cand v-a citi aveam o nerabdare in mine foarte ciudata, radeam de mine insumi. M-am jucat si Need For Speed putin sperand ca o sa ma prinda politia, dar neah ... never ! :)), anyway orice as fi facut tot ma uitam in lista de mess nu apare, nu intra odata online sa rada de mine :P of of of cat stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gandurile mele de dupa-masa, bine pana in ora 18 cand o tai la o finlandia :D ne mai auzim, va pupa tata :D&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/544033511129896719-3778303796800603983?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/3778303796800603983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ganduri-de-dupa-masa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3778303796800603983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/3778303796800603983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ganduri-de-dupa-masa.html' title='Ganduri de dupa-masa'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-8444146080664258446</id><published>2009-11-12T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:20:19.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre Ea :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Am asteptat sa mearga la somn ca sa scriu despre ea. Nici nu stiu daca ar trebui sa fac asta, dar o sa vad eu la ce ma voi limita. Cert e ca a trecut mai bine de o luna de cand nu am mai vazuto, bine la web nu se pune. Ca ar insemna ca nu au trecut nici macar 12 ore. Am cunoscuto la baschet, mi s-a parut genu de persoana greu de abordat, usor fitoasa dar foarte, foarte draguta! Am fost usor reticent in a ma baga in discutii cu ea, fiind mai mult concentrat la joc, totusi nu puteam sa ma bag ca taranu in seama, prea batea la ochi :-". (bag fast forward ca e mult de povestit) am facut rost de id, una alta... mai o discutie... am iesit de cate ori prin oras (fara conotatii da :-w) ne-a prins si ploaia odata :)) a fost fain. E o persoana super ok, prima impresie a fost gresita evident nu a fost nicidecum m-as fi asteptat. Cred ca ne cunoastem acum cam de jumate de an... si am devenit tot mai prieteni pe zi ce trece. Azi mi-a citit si ea blogul, si i-a placut mult sinceritatea mea si faptul ca ma exprim liber. Si m-a intrebat despre ea cand o sa scriu... si era tare ingrijorata sa nu scriu cumva de rau despre ea (nu am ce.. sorry =)) ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tot azi... i-am zis ceva de genu ca imi place de ea...dar sub o alta forma nu mai stiu cum, ma rog poate imi aduce ea aminte cand o sa citeasca, cert este ca mi-a zis ca a rosit. Pe mine m-a apucat rasu evident, nu m-am putut abtine... pur si simplu. Desi ea nu recunoste nimic cred ca e acelasi sentiment :-?? maybe! Poate ma insel, astept sa imi spuna si asta de asemenea.  [:D] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inca nu ii dau numele, poate cineva o sa-l ghiceasca :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cine sa fie oare :-" :-" :-" :-" :-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S. Cand iesim la un vin fiert ?&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/544033511129896719-8444146080664258446?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/8444146080664258446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/despre-ea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8444146080664258446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8444146080664258446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/despre-ea.html' title='Despre Ea :&gt;'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-6394219527945212364</id><published>2009-11-10T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:56:35.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un gram de inteligenta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inteligenta omului, va fi intotdeauna superioara celei virtuale. De ce? simplu inteligenta umana creaza inteligenta artificiala, dar invers nu se poate. Ok pana aici treaba e logica, dar ce te faci cand apar oamenii care au in IQ scazut, sau desi au inteligenta, nu o folosesc sau al treilea caz inteligenta este redusa de manele, fashionism si amandoua combinate(hahaha).In postul asta am vrut sa fiu foarte nesimtit sa imi cobor gradul de inteligenta(nu prea mare dar destul incat sa fiu cat de cat un om normal, zic eu) dar nu am putut, nu am putut sa fiu atat de imatur, sa gandesc precum un copil mic, sa jignesc anumite persoane care nu mai incap de mine si care permanent cauta sa ma atace. Eu de fiecare cand nu pot intelege un lucru, am un respect pentru omul care intelege, la fel si pentru omul ce munceste la un nivel pe care eu nu l-as putea atinge. Ce m-a deranjat a fost faptul ca nu au avut curajul sa ma critice in fata, sau chiar aici pe blog, au preferat sa rada pe ascuns, si sa-si bage pula in munca mea, cea de aici de pe blog pentru simplul fapt ca nu au putut sa ma inteleaga. Ei bine ca sa va zic sincer m-am simtit foarte prost cand cineva a luat legatura cu mine sa-mi puna niste intrebari care m-au facut sa ridic o spranceana. Ca sa ma intelegi pe scurt m-am simtit ca si cand as veni eu la tine in casa cu bocancii plini de noroi, i-as sterge de cel mai bun covor din casa, iar apoi as lasa ceva maro la tine in Wc fara sa trag apa si sa plec injurandu-ti familia. Ei bine, cum sa inteleaga niste cocalari ce am scris eu aici? Nu scriu cu "tz" cu "sh" y @ ! 3 7 si ce semne dinastea or mai fi. Nu postez materiale despre artistul preferat de manele al lor, si evident nu scriu nimic pe placul lor care sa-i intereseze. Ei sunt importanti, sunt foarte destepti, mult prea culti pentru mine si forma de literatura pe care o expun aici. Ei bine, daca tot nu incapeti de mine va recomand sa slabiti sau sa va inghesuiti, si eu unul nu ascult manele deci nu va pot fi dusman prietenii mei, asa ca incetati cu carcotelile pe la spate. Ce vreti sa dovediti? Ce doriti voi concret de la mine? Ah da, si am si eu o intrebare, ca sunt o fire mai curioasa asa de fel, Tineti nasul pe sus pentru ca va put picioarele, sau mirosul de transpiratie de la sub brat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gata, pun punct ca nu meritati atentie, acum ca am scris asta imi pare sincer rau ca m-am complicat. Ah da, si ca melodie de ziua voastra va doresc sunetul de la sirena ambulantei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-YyPo8yxc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-6394219527945212364?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/6394219527945212364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-gram-de-inteligenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6394219527945212364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/6394219527945212364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-gram-de-inteligenta.html' title='Un gram de inteligenta...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-8573030640983657168</id><published>2009-11-08T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:17:09.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Singuratate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ma uit in jur si mi-e frig... Nu e din cauza ca nu e pornita centrala, in casa e cald. Mi-e frig pentru ca nu simt caldura nimanui. Am ramas singur pe pamant? Nu! Am innebunit? poate! dar nu stiu cat de nebun sunt eu si cat de nebuni sunt ceilalti indivizi. Nu o sa ma raportez la miliardele de oameni de pe terra deoarece numarul persoanelor pe care le cunosc este infirm raportat la cel al populatiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;De ce ma simt singur? Sunt multe motive. Nu singur, mai degraba parasit de toti, sunt genul de pulover care este pus in dulap o data cu venirea verii. Am inceput tot mai mult sa urasc telefoanele ce incep cu : "Ce faci Alex?" de ce? este foarte simplu dupa intrebarea asta urmeaza o cerere, un favor, cum sunt bun ajut. Totul se termina cu un Mersi (sau "ms" in limbajul de messenger) si evident cu un telefon cand mai e nevoie de mine, cand vine iar iarna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Stateam azi afara in scara blocului, asteptam un prieten. In jurul totul pustiu, nici urma de om, parca eram in desert... doar frunzele se lasau duse de vant iar crengile copacilor isi schimbau directia de balans amenintator odata cu schimbarea vantului. Ma gandeam daca acum s-ar intampla sa imi cada ceva in cap si sa ma trezesc la Reanimare va fi cineva acolo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Poate ca o sa ziceti Da, vor fi parinti :) care parinti? m-am detasat mult de ei, din pacate spun asta cu durere in suflet si va zic ca relatia mea cu ei se rezuma doar la salut, ce note mai ai? hai la masa. Ma gandeam ca nu-mi mai aduc aminte de cand nu am mai primit un telefon de la taica'miu sa ma intrebe ce faci ba prostule? mai traiesti? esti bine? la fel si cu surorile mele, a fost azi una din ele la mine. a facut marele efort sa vina la mine in camera si sa ma salute... si atat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Si da, vor mai veni si colegii de clasa, nu din respect, nici macar din curiozitatea sa vada cum ma mai simt, mai pretios fiind pentru ei orele pierdute, chiulite de la scoala, decat un om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Azi nu mai exista sinceritate, totul este fals, pana si natura ce o credeam pura, ne minte. Traim cu totii intr-un declin fara sa ne dam seama, al societatii, al lumii intregi, si din pacate cel mai trist un declin al omenirii. Timpul trece repede, prea repede! Nu mai avem timp sa observam ce este in jur, fiecare trage focul la oala lui, eu de ce sa nu o fac? Peste tot pe unde mergi gasesti usi inchise, oameni inchisi in sine, iar ceea ce auzi de la ei este un mecanism pus sa se repete la infinit, o banda ce spune in continuu "Imi pare rau, nu pot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Aceasta este privita ca evolutia umana, cea a secolului 21, acum mi-a trecut prin cap: eu de fapt pentru cine scriu? ca oricum nu se oboseste nimeni sa citeasca, sau macar sa inteleaga despre ce vorbesc eu aici. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Oricum daca citesti vreau sa-ti zic ca nu caut nici mila si nici compasiune, daca le cautam mergeam la biserica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;M-am pierdut total in ce am scris si ce vroiam sa scriu, in mintea mea e acelasi vant ca si cel din asta seara, este pustiu, nu stiu ce mai am de zis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Inchei aici, pe curand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;P.S: sa nu ziceti despre mine ca am stari depresive sau mai stiu eu ce, si nu incercari sa-mi faceti analize psihologice ca sunt in zadar, asta e ceea ce vad eu, e privirea mea de ansablu in priviinta a tot ce ma inconjoara&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/544033511129896719-8573030640983657168?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/8573030640983657168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/singuratate.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8573030640983657168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8573030640983657168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/singuratate.html' title='Singuratate'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-5495374090419442472</id><published>2009-11-08T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:31:38.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilul Fericit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Copil fericit, crescut printre betoane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si printre blocuri gri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Juca fotbal si baschet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cu multi alti copii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Era prieten cu oricine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu stia ce e ala interes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu vroia decat joaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu avea nici un stres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Avea si el multi prieteni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Care la randul lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;La vremea aceea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu aveau viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Insa a crescut baiatul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;El s-a maturizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si din toti cei aproape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Doar unul l-a ajutat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ceilalti parasindu-l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu prea a inteles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A mers de unul singur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pe drumul cel ales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A fost un drum bun oare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu stie el nici azi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cert e ca ii e bine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Departe de acei camarazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Astazi o duce bine o facultate terminand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si s-a gandit ca face bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In state mergand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dupa multi ani se-ntoarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acasa. pe dulcele pamant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unde a invatat sa mearga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si sa se bucure cantand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cautandu-si trecutul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;El a descoperit ca din acei tovarasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jumate au murit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unii impuscati in spate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Altii in vene sparti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acestia sunt cei ce odata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lui ii erau frati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A zis: O viata nedreapta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ce ti-a facut acesti baieti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ca din copii de-o schioapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Azi sunt inexistenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Simt repulsie si ura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru omul ce azi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A lasat mingea si joaca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si pe-ai lui camarazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru o bila alba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ce mintea le-o suceste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu mi se pare drept, nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ca mai ieri un simplu copil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sa moara azi pentru un stop de elixir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-5495374090419442472?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/5495374090419442472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/copilul-fericit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5495374090419442472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/5495374090419442472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/copilul-fericit.html' title='Copilul Fericit'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-985393558166133700</id><published>2009-11-06T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:01:09.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unde esti'/><title type='text'>Unde esti? asta e de dragoste :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hai sa incerc sa scriu si ceva de dragoste... nu e genu meu dar pana mea :-??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pe carari ma-druma vantul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Merg sa caut neincetat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Surasul ce odata mi-a placut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of, l-am uitat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu am cautat iubire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu am cautat nici sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu vreau sa iti simt prezenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu cu atat ma multumesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu am cerut foarte multe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ia-ta totul s-a implinit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dupa lungi si dese soapte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te-am gasit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Simt ca te cunosc de-o viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cu tine am copilarit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sa fi tu persoana care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pentru mine a rasarit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of, spun numai aberatii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ar fi timpul sa ma trezesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu vreau sa traiesc iarasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Un cosmar ce nu-l doresc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Poate ca esti doar o muza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu nu te pot venera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunt uman, eu te vreau vie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te vreau langa persoana mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Multi ar numi-o nebunie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sa vorbesti singur pe strazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Insa eu vorbesc cu tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unde esti? Nu te gasesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The end :&gt;&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/544033511129896719-985393558166133700?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/985393558166133700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/unde-esti-asta-e-de-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/985393558166133700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/985393558166133700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/unde-esti-asta-e-de-dragoste.html' title='Unde esti? asta e de dragoste :))'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-966529657003873362</id><published>2009-11-02T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:58:24.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e fara titlu coaie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hai sa o dau asa fara titlu ca nu conteaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;intotdeauna mesajul poeziei e cel ce planeaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nu e de ajuns ca scrii rime daca nu au un mesaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lasa tastatura si apuca-te de o carte ca ai curaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;scrie despre suflet hai da-ti pe fata inima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ai tupeu sa te arati lumii sau te apuca spaima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;imi zici ca esti tu tare si mare zeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ai dat chix coaie... eu sunt ateu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nu ma inchin tie, nu ma inchin nimanui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;o fi el sus si vede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dar e valabil doar pentru cine crede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nu pot sa cred in el cand ma lasa la greu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ma intelegi? daca da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;o sa te ajut eu la greu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;voi fi atunci Dumnezeul tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;vreau sa imi ating telu, sa culeg laurii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;post-moment comemorat nu voi fii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;voi traii prin legende vii !&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/544033511129896719-966529657003873362?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/966529657003873362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-fata-titlu-coaie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/966529657003873362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/966529657003873362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-fata-titlu-coaie.html' title='e fara titlu coaie!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-7842823030848449601</id><published>2009-11-02T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:58:41.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toti ma-ntreaba....</title><content type='html'>T&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oti ma-ntreaba: "Frate, ce ai cu ungurii ?"&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu le raspund : "Vreau sa moara, da-i in mortii lor !"&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt prea multe motive dar o sa argumentez totul cu o simpla povestioara ce s-a intamplat saptamana trecuta.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa multe reprize de ras de mori si babe in autobuz, mi-am zari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t un coleg de liceu, tipu e ok, e ungur dar e genu care nu se simte... si stiind acest lucru zic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ungure, sa-ti traiasca neamul, in cimitir!" evident el a inceput sa rada, dar spre nestiinta mea, langa el se afla un om...pe la vreo 45 de ani, de asemenea de nationalitate maghiara, si spre mirarea mea a inceput sa injure si sa faca precum toti dracii. Ce e mai aiurea e ca nu s-a luat de mine care am strigat, si de un coleg de al meu...in a carui mama si-a bagat si si-a scos anumite chestii :). Colegu Robi evident ca nu a tacut, si i-a zis si el inapoi, si nu am putut inchide gura la ungur pana nu am stricat vreo 3 : "Taci fututi mortii matii!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ei...cum sa nu te iei de unguri si cum sa nu-i urasti din moment ce de la un om de 45 de ani se pretind anumite lucruri de ordin moral ? Ei bine eu stiu ca la o asa varsta se presupune sa fi un om cu scaunul la cap si sa nu te pretezi la asemenea chestii, in nici un caz sa te apuci si sa injuri la usa cortului. Ce e si mai culmea... de unde a dedus el ca i-am urat lui acea chestie, si mai ales de unde era sa ne dam noi seama ca el este ungur ?!&lt;br /&gt;In fine... acestea fiind zise votati-l pe Vadim pentru o Romanie mai curata :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-7842823030848449601?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/7842823030848449601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/toti-ma-ntreaba.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7842823030848449601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/7842823030848449601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/toti-ma-ntreaba.html' title='Toti ma-ntreaba....'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-8693614343666126944</id><published>2009-11-01T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:27:44.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iar luni'/><title type='text'>Aiurea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stau pe banca si-mi aprind o tigara, privesc cerul , e senin. Totusi de unde frigul asta? aaahhh. Este toamna. Acum inteleg de ce totul moare in jurul meu. Incerc sa trag aer in piept, dar nu e curat, e mai mult fum de la tigara. Arunc tigara desi nu fumasem nici jumate si ma ridic sa plec. Atunci simt o mana pe umar, ma intorc putin nedumerit cine ma  cunoaste in acest pustiu, si recunosc un chip familiar, este el, prietenul care mi-a fost mereu aproape. Dar nici el nu-mi mai da linistea de alta data, cand imi zicea ca totul va fi bine. Pe neasteptate dispare ca fumul tigarii, iar eu ma trezesc pe un drum drept, aproape infinit, raman uluit ca nu vad nici macar orizontul. Visez? Nu stiu, dar ceva imi zice sa merg inainte, sa nu ma uit inapoi si totul va fi bine. Am facut asa si cand am zarit intr-un final un orizont si 2 raze de lumine a sunat ceasul ma trezesc nervos zicand: Iar e luni! mortii ma-sii. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544033511129896719-8693614343666126944?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/8693614343666126944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/aiurea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8693614343666126944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/8693614343666126944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/aiurea.html' title='Aiurea...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-1404228030394677322</id><published>2009-11-01T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:14:04.463+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de ce timp'/><title type='text'>De ce timp ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stau in scaunul meu de la birou si nu ma opresc din scris... imi vine idee dupa idee, si ma opresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;zic : de ce timp? de ce fugi atat de repede si cu o viteza atat de mare, si unde e butonul stop, pause sau back, de ce mergi tot timpul pe fast forward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De ce nu pot trai din nou amintirile frumoase din trecut si de ce sunt nevoit sa ma gandesc la ele mereu cu o nostalgie care duce aproape de exasperare , de ce se termina ele prea repede? de ce nu exista o optiune de slow motion ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cum se face ca nu ti-ai dat seama ca ai lasat din mana jucaria si ai luat viata in maini, si de ce nu mai e nimeni sa te invete ce trebuie sa faci si cum sa eviti problemele si sa nu te izbesti de ele ? &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/544033511129896719-1404228030394677322?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/1404228030394677322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ce-timp.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1404228030394677322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1404228030394677322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ce-timp.html' title='De ce timp ?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-4603895569476533558</id><published>2009-11-01T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:00:28.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La multi Ani  pentru ea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andreea'/><title type='text'>Pentru ea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deoarece azi e ziua ei, m-am gandit mai toata ziua la ea(sper sa nu-si fi muscat limba din cauza asta), si ca sa vezi am zis sa ii dedic un post. Sa dam putin timpul inapoi... si sa ne intoarcem in anul 2006, pe vremea cand eram bobocel la liceu. Cam in a doua saptamana de scoala am urcat cu colegii mei la etajul 2 al liceului, unde am zarito prima data, inalta, cu un corp atletic, satena, creata, cu alte cuvinte frumoasa. Mi-a placut din prima, mi-am zis neaparat trebuie sa o cunosc. Nu mai stiu cum m-am bagat in seama cu ea dar cu siguranta stiu ca am obtinut 2 lucruri de la ea un nume si un id de mess. Mi-a zis ca o cheama Andreea, si ca ii pare bine de cunostiinta. Mai pe seara cand am ajuns acasa am bagat cu emotie id-ul ei in lista si am inceput sa vorbim. Dupa o ora parea ca ne cunoastem de cand lumea, nu ne mai opream din vorba si in scurt timp am devenit prieteni buni. De aici a inceput pentru mine partea putin mai neplacuta... am inceput sa tin la ea, la modul in care atunci cand o vedeam imi batea inima mai tare si sangele imi curgea mult mai repede in vene... sa fi fost iubire nu stiu sigur cert e ca as fi facut orice pentru ea, eram ca un catelus bine dresat ce astepta sa primeasca o comanda ca sa o execute. Dar chestia asta nu a fost reciproca si ei ii placea de un alt baiat si de aici tot marele fiasco... ba ne certam ba ne impacam, doar ca de fiecare data cand nu ne vorbeam parca imi placea tot mai tare tot mai tare. Ea niciodata nu a avut curajul sa imi zica in fata Nu! sa ma refuze nici macar cu un subinteles... De aici eu imi tot dadeam sperante, pana intr-o zi cand i-am zis inimii gata. Am pus punct si am zis gata. Totul a trecut in timp... ciudat dar nu a durut foarte tare. Oricum sunt sincer si recunosc ca de mi-ar propune sa fim impreuna nu as refuza, evident nimeni nu o poate refuza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cam atat despre aceasta poveste, care desi a fost o experienta oarecum neplacuta m-a invatat multe, am inteles multe, si cel mai important am ramas prieteni buni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La multi ani Andreea, Multa sanatate si tot ce iti doresti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S : Sile, fi tare ! &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/544033511129896719-4603895569476533558?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/4603895569476533558/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pentru-ea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4603895569476533558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/4603895569476533558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pentru-ea.html' title='Pentru ea...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544033511129896719.post-1328228999622594361</id><published>2009-11-01T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:42:00.734+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vechiul blog lucruri pozitive'/><title type='text'>Un nou inceput...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stateam azi si ma gandeam la chestii d'ale mele din trecut...si mi-a venit in minte... vechiul blog.. am cautat sa-l sterg dar cum nu am gasit pe nicaieri optiunea am lasato balta dupa vreo 2 minute. Asa ca am facut altul nou, in care sper ca voi pune lucruri pozitive unde voi spune cu adevarat ce cred si ce simt chiar daca voi fi criticat, injurat sau asa mai departe.Nu l-am deschis in ideea de a fi la moda si cool pentru ca sunt mereu in impas cu moda :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In fine... asta e post asa ca sa am un intro ca rapperi pe albumele lor, ne auzim cu postul 2.&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/544033511129896719-1328228999622594361?l=suflet-deschis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/feeds/1328228999622594361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-nou-inceput.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1328228999622594361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544033511129896719/posts/default/1328228999622594361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suflet-deschis.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-nou-inceput.html' title='Un nou inceput...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376292307555931237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfbpVZ2EmMQ/TBqXw4IjkWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xmKlCN7xE0k/S220/08062010276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
