<?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-4799004804054890123</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:24:40.408+02:00</updated><category term='leapsa'/><category term='101'/><category term='music'/><category term='I'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='bittersweet'/><title type='text'>Eu...</title><subtitle type='html'>...traiesc pentru clipa, nu pentru amintire...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3313453812907233489</id><published>2012-02-07T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:02:39.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The stranger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekavlipost.com/wp-content/uploads/local/Stranger_Wide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.thekavlipost.com/wp-content/uploads/local/Stranger_Wide.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In fiecare dimineata nenorocita a ultimei luni, circumstantele m-au obligat sa ma trezesc mult prea devreme...Ca si cum asta nu ar fi de ajuns, temperaturile sunt insuportabile in cel mai autentic sens al cuvantului. Lumina chioara a diminetii de februarie, senzatia iminenta ca iti vor ingheta pometii, frigul care reuseste cumva sa treca prin cele 'nspe mii de straturi de haine si sa iti alunece pe piele.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In mod ciudat, unul din putinele lucruri care te fac sa te simti mai bine la -20 de grade, asteptand autobuzul de 6.37 e faptul ca nu esti singur in statie. Totusi, nu stii niciodata pe cine gasesti sub prelata cenusie din statie... Uneori ma bucur de compania unor muncitori draguti ( nu de-aia care fluiera dupa tine pe strada), cu hainele patate de var, abia trecuiti de douazeci de ani, alteori am ocazia sa admir doua doamne respectabile la vreo patruzeci si cinci de ani, bune prietene, care palavragesc vesele asteptand autobuzul care le duce la munca...Sunt si straini pe care ii cunosc mai putin, uneori fete de varsta mea, cu muzica in casti si gluga pe ochi, studenti, excursionisti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;E surprinzator cum asteptarea infrigurata ne aduce oarecum mai aproape, desi nu ne cunoastem. Simti o usoara simpatie pentru cel care indura aceleasi suplicii ca si tine, la o ora imposibila, asteptand acelasi autobuz scartaitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Totusi, din grupul acesta de persoane necunoscute pe care am ajuns sa le cunosc in fiecare dimineata se desprinde cineva care ma intriga, in mod inexplicabil. E in statie lunea, miercurea si joia, pe la 6.30, imbracat foarte gros, cu fularul tras peste obraji, caciula peste urechi si ghiozdanul in spate. Facem impreuna drumul spre liceu de prin noiembrie ( cel putin de atunci l-am observat ), si lucrurile decurg cam identic de fiecare data: in statie ne aruncam ocheade, in autobuz ii simt privirea atunci cand crede ca nu sunt atenta, dar atunci cand coboram, practic o ia la fuga. Mege super repede in fata mea, si eu ma chinui sa il ajung din urma, insa nu reusesc pentru ca sunetul pasilor mei pe asfalt il face sa mearga parca mai repede. De cele mai multe ori are un avans de 2 metri in momentul cand intru pe poarta, cu rasuflarea taiata...Stiu sigur ca o face intentionat, desi nu pot decat sa-mi imaginez ce e in mintea lui, "it's our little game"...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si totusi, de ce baiatul asta de clasa a 10a, cu parul ciufulit si ondulat, care pare genul timid si cuminte? Sincera sa fiu habar nu am, dar e ceva straniu care ma trage spre el...Poate in zambetul imperceptibil pe care il are cand trece pe langa mine pe hol sau cand ma vede in curte...&lt;br /&gt;Poate e doar in capul meu...dar totusi &lt;em&gt;trebuie&lt;/em&gt; sa vorbesc cu el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I must get to know my stranger..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3313453812907233489?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3313453812907233489/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/stranger.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3313453812907233489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3313453812907233489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/stranger.html' title='The stranger...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8001276240742516999</id><published>2012-01-20T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:08:55.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu e vina mea...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;FAC CE-MI SPUNE INIMA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daca ai avut o zi proasta, zambeste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cand sunt cu tine, si ma simt bine, fac ce-mi spune inima...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Stiu ca suna cliseic, dar serios...putea fi mai rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marea-i albastra…Tu esti frumoasa, asta-mi spune inima...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lasa-ma sa te conving ca "today is the day you JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, este soare afara, e primavara! Fac ce-mi spune inima…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Si ce daca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e o vreme de cacat?...AZI E SOARE AFARA, MAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, cand ma uit pe fereastra lumea-i a noastra, asta-mi spune inima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Si ce daca v-ati certat?...TREZESTE-TE, si spune-i ca e fraier(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-ntreba tot ce-mi spune inima,e vina mea…Fac ce-mi spune inima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Chiar asa? ce drept are el sa te intrebe? :P Daca te enerveaza inchide-i gura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma iei de mana, mergem… spre luna. Asta-mi spune inima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Si na, nu v-ati dus...Mare chestie, nici nu era as misto locu' daca ma intrebi pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o idee…Calea lactee!Asta-mi spune inima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Vezi, ai gasit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-ntreba tot ce-mi spune inima, e vina mea…Fac ce-mi spune inima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;EXACT, EXACT...acum, da volumul la maxim si tipa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: purple;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt; ASTAZI ESTE SOARE AFARA! E PRIMAVARA! ASTA-MI SPUNE INIMAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 400px; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4MwCAAJq_k?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4MwCAAJq_k?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8001276240742516999?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8001276240742516999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/nu-e-vina-mea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8001276240742516999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8001276240742516999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/nu-e-vina-mea.html' title='Nu e vina mea...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3078288530889613159</id><published>2012-01-04T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:38:26.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adevarul este...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLb2kEc8w2Q/TwSgJrYWv5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4ZUUbE54ZO8/s1600/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLb2kEc8w2Q/TwSgJrYWv5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4ZUUbE54ZO8/s320/09.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cerculpoetilor.net/Posibilitati_Wislawa-Szymborska.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...ca si eu prefer pisicile.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer dramele poeziilor de dragoste&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;deci prefer sa ma lovesc, nu sa ma mint.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sinceritatea brutala minciunilor frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa alerg in loc sa dansez.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa cred ca totul e magie &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in loc sa cred ca nimic nu e magie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa ignor dezamagirile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;si sentimentul pe care il ai&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;cand asculti o persoana care stie ce este viata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa merg cu autobuzul,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prefer cititul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer plimbarile si filmele vechi,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prefer mainile expresive si ochii verzi,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer marea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer vocile joase, usor aspre&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;si timbrul special pe care il au soaptele.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer un prost fericit unui geniu nefericit, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;desi lucrurile se schimba atunci cand e vorba de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer movul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer arsita frigului paralizant,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prefer caracterul la un barbat si bunatatea la o femeie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa dau tot numai cand am certitudinea ca voi primi ceva inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa intri tu in vorba cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa merg cu trenul,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;sa ascult muzica si sa fredonez cand nu ma aude nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa caut, si nu sa gasesc&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prefer sa mint, si nu sa fiu mintita,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prefer dezordinea ordonata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prefer sa imi traiesc viata&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;pe zile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3078288530889613159?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3078288530889613159/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/adevarul-este.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3078288530889613159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3078288530889613159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/adevarul-este.html' title='Adevarul este...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLb2kEc8w2Q/TwSgJrYWv5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4ZUUbE54ZO8/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4700751149651556917</id><published>2011-12-27T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:12:07.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the best I can...</title><content type='html'>...o leapsa lunga de &lt;a href="http://blackcromathine.blogspot.com/2010/06/cea-mai-lungaaa-leapsa.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;..Am facut;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;vreau sa fac cat de curand posibil;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03) Climbed a mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06) Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;07) Taken a candlelight bath with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08) Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;br /&gt;09) Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Bungee jumped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20) Slept under the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper (mai multe decat as fi vrut)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31) Asked out a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53) Had amazing friends :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59) Rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach (not even with my boyfriend, but still realy cool )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64) Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;(that would be so sad :( )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68) Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71) Sung karaoke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;76) Kissed in the rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77) Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80) Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog ( nuami persoanele astea imi citesc blogul :)) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86) Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;br /&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;105) Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs&lt;br /&gt;109) Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111) Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;112) Eaten shark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119) Kissed someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134) …more than once? - More than twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147) Been fired or laid off a job&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150) Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;152) Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild (alea sunt cele mai bune ;) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;157) Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159) Had phone sex&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;(WTF?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sorry, just one ;) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173) Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;180) Read The Iliad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating ( un peste...I know, I'm bad )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language ( now that was fun :)) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196) Dyed your hair ( Roscat, a tinut 3 zile )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197) Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199) Written your own role playing game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200) Been arrested. ( I'm bad ass :)) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4700751149651556917?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4700751149651556917/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-best-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4700751149651556917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4700751149651556917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-best-i-can.html' title='This is the best I can...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5599502569791082946</id><published>2011-11-26T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:07:37.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca te gandesti sa renunti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-stock-photos-3-big/landscapes/sky/clouds-in-blue-sky-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-stock-photos-3-big/landscapes/sky/clouds-in-blue-sky-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...citeste ce spune Gabriel García Márquez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca pentru o clipa Dumnezeu ar uita ca sunt o marioneta din carpa si mi-ar darui o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n-as spune tot ceea ce gandesc, insa in mod categoric as gandi tot ceea ce zic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As da valoare lucrurilor, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza, ci pentru ceea ce semnifica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dormi mai putin, dar as visa mai mult, intelegand ca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii, pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As merge cand ceilati se opresc&lt;/span&gt;, m-as trezi cand ceilalti dorm. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc si cat m-as bucura de o inghetata cu ciocolata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca Dumnezeu mi-ar face cadou o bucatica de viata, m-as imbraca foarte modest, m-as intinde la soare, lasand la vederea tuturor &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Doamne Dumnezeul meu daca as avea inima, as grava ura mea peste gheata si as astepta pana soarele rasare. &lt;/span&gt;As picta cu un vis al lui Van Gogh despre stele un poem al lui Benedetti, si un cantec al lui Serrat ar fi serenada pe care i-as oferi-o lunii. As uda cu lacrimile mele trandafirii, pentru a simti durerea spinilor si sarutul incarnat al petalelor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeul meu, daca as avea o bucatica de viata… N-as lasa sa treaca nici o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As convinge pe fiecare femeie sau barbat spunandu-le ca sunt favoritii mei si as trai indragostit de dragoste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oamenilor le-as demonstra cat se insala crezand ca nu se mai indragostesc cand imbatranesc, nestiind ca imbatranesc cand nu se mai indragostesc! Unui copil i-as da aripi, dar l-as lasa sa invete sa zboare singur.&lt;/span&gt; Pe batrani i-as invata ca moartea nu vine cu batranetea, ci cu uitarea. Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oamenii… &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul de a-l escalada. &lt;/span&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut, pentru prima oara, degetul parintelui, l-a acaparat pentru intotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Am invatat ca um om are dreptul sa se uite in jos la altul, doar atunci cand ar trebui sa-l ajute sa se ridice. &lt;/span&gt;Sunt atatea lucruri pe care am putut sa le invat de la voi, dar nu cred ca mi-ar servi, deoarece atunci cand o sa fiu bagat in interiorul acelei cutii, inseamna ca in mod neferecit mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te-as imbratisa foarte strans si l-as ruga pe Dumnezeu sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau.&lt;/span&gt; Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti-as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te-as chema inapoi sa-ti dau mai multe. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Daca as stii ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te-as vedea, as spune “te iubesc”si nu mi-as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da de fiecare data alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine, dar daca cumva gresesc si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi-ar face placere sa-ti spun cat te iubesc, ca niciodata te voi uita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ziua de maine nu-i este asigurata nimanui, tanar sau batran. Azi poate sa fie ultima zi cand ii vezi pe cei pe care-i iubesti. De aceea, nu mai astepta, fa-o azi, intrucat daca ziua de maine nu va ajunge niciodata, in mod sigur vei regreta ziua cand nu ti-ai facut timp pentru un suras, o imbratisare, un sarut si ca ai fost prea ocupat ca sa le conferi o ultima dorinta. Sa-i mentii pe cei pe care-i iubesti aproape de tine, spune-le la ureche cat de multa nevoie ai de ei, iubeste-i si trateaza-i bine, ia-ti timp sa le spui “imi pare rau”, “iarta-ma”, “te rog” si toate cuvintele de dragoste pe care le stii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nimeni nu-si va aduce aminte de tine pentru gandurile tale secrete. Cere-i Domnului taria si intelepciunea pentru a le exprima. Demostreaza-le prietenilor tai cat de importanti sunt pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5599502569791082946?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5599502569791082946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/daca-te-gandesti-sa-renunti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5599502569791082946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5599502569791082946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/daca-te-gandesti-sa-renunti.html' title='Daca te gandesti sa renunti...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-141560790707441631</id><published>2011-11-03T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:10:50.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneori...</title><content type='html'>...e greu sa faci ce trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;...ma simt atat inimaginabil de mica, de parca nimic din ceea ce fac nu inseamna si n-o sa insemne nimic pentru nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;...mor de frica la gandul ca la un moment dat n-o sa-si mai aminteasca nimeni de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;...nu imi vine sa cred ca nimeni nu stie unde mergem si ce se intampla dupa, nici macar oamenii destepti, nici macar oamenii fericiti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;...ma intreb daca o sa ma poate convinga cineva sa fac ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hell with your pity, I knew what I got into...You can flatter yourself thinking that I'll be crushed, but I knew it way before you did...So quit having this "oh, you poor little girl...I'll never hurt you sweety" attitude and...just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynGcAyEZkX4?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynGcAyEZkX4?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-141560790707441631?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/141560790707441631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/uneori.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/141560790707441631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/141560790707441631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/uneori.html' title='Uneori...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4461056631955466490</id><published>2011-10-07T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:27:04.137+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca mersul pe sarma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRhsrz5EFcT7U3qRnuXkmcdy0Y7ynjeUBFpza8YFnhYkwuma_4NgqlyelMA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRhsrz5EFcT7U3qRnuXkmcdy0Y7ynjeUBFpza8YFnhYkwuma_4NgqlyelMA" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand ai impresia ca te scufunzi si te ridici fara sa stii de ce, vrei sa &lt;em&gt;te agati de ceva&lt;/em&gt;, ai nevoie de un drum, de o directie, simti nevoia sa calci&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;pe pamant tare&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poti sa incerci sa te ascunzi, sa te convingi, sa dai din maini disperat incercand sa te mentii la suprafata, sa respiri...Sau poti sa alegi calea cea mai simpla si cea mai complicata in acelasi timp si sa accepti sa te ia cineva de mana si sa te impinga intr-o directie, sa iti dea un sens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu e ca mersul pe sarma. Partea buna e ca exista numai o directie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4461056631955466490?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4461056631955466490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/ca-mersul-pe-sarma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4461056631955466490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4461056631955466490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/ca-mersul-pe-sarma.html' title='Ca mersul pe sarma'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4471468982631235252</id><published>2011-09-28T15:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:30:19.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No doubt in my mind where you belong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZTPyopPSw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZTPyopPSw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I guess I can live with the thought that this really was &lt;i&gt;NOTHING.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Truth hurts, the way cleaning up a wound or getting a torn out does. It's the kind of pain that feels the worst, but goes away faster than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what if everything I thought was right is slowly turning into smoke and flying away like...shit...this was supposed to be perfect, but it isn't. It really turns out that everything I thought was real between me and you was just nothing, and I just can't understand &lt;i&gt;what's there &lt;/i&gt;anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You say I'm over-thinking, I say I'm just thinking about it, while you ignore it. Or take it as it is. That's ok, because the truth is I would miss your eyes...and your smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I'll leave if I'm sure there's anything better out there, but for now I'm just sitting here, thinking about what Bob Dylan wanted to say in this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZTPyopPSw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZTPyopPSw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4471468982631235252?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4471468982631235252/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-doubt-in-my-mind-where-you-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4471468982631235252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4471468982631235252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-doubt-in-my-mind-where-you-belong.html' title='No doubt in my mind where you belong.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8463286447232859204</id><published>2011-09-20T16:36:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:38:30.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esti minora?</title><content type='html'>Sunt pe pilot automat de 2 saptamani. Ma tarasc dinspre casa spre scoala si inapoi, fara sa stiu cat e ceasul sau ce zi este. Nici macar nu sunt in stare sa invat,  imi petrec  dupamiezele libere prabusita pe canapea, citind, dormind sau uitandu-ma la televizor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o atmosfera aberanta de dimineata. Cerul parca se  scurge pe fereastra, afara e frig, intuneric si pustiu...Pe la pranz, cand ma intorc acasa, e cald. Soarele te sufoca, parjoleste trotuarele, te face sa vrei sa urlii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La scoala, niciodata nu se shimba nimic, poate ca suntem doar mai sictirti anul asta. Nu poate nimeni sa incerce sa acopere cu cuvinte complicate ("decizii";"performanta";"hotarator") faptul ca pana la urma ficare isi stie locul, si dincoplo de reforme, teste si inovatii, pana la urma tot trebuie sa inveti inuman de mult si fara rost.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                                         "În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                                                                                          Orăşenii, pe trotuare,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                                                                                          Merg ţinându-se de mână,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                                                                                                          Şi-n oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspină&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Şi se-ndoaie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Umede de-atâta ploaie,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orăşenii pe trotuare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Par păpuşi automate, date jos din galantare."&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8463286447232859204?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8463286447232859204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunt-pe-pilot-automat-de-2-saptamani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8463286447232859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8463286447232859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunt-pe-pilot-automat-de-2-saptamani.html' title='Esti minora?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7500280769064372061</id><published>2011-09-07T00:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:33:42.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of this world...</title><content type='html'>AND I'M BACK :) Si totul pare ciudat...Presimt ceva fi9arte urat, ca sa nu mai spun ca incepe scoala. Si imi pare rau ca dupa Venetia, Florenta, Viena si Paris, eu inca sunt aici, intr-un loc mic in care nothing ever happens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Deci acum ascult ceva care sa ma faca sa ma simt mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 6250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zqct2SGoDE0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zqct2SGoDE0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uneori mai indragostesc de o voce atat de profund si salbatic incat raman uimita de mine insami. &lt;br /&gt; Stiu ca prima mea dragoste a fost Freddy Mercury. Am impresia ca vocea lui vine din suflet, nu din plamani :) In concert, mii de oameni sunt la picioarele lui, vrajiti de o voce venita parca din alta lume. De fiecare data cand il ascult am fluturasi in stomac si simt ca traiesc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mai mult de atat, cantecele lui imi dau putereqa sa ma ridic si sa zambesc. Si asta e cel mai important, e SCOPUL pe care ar trebui sa-l aiba orice muzicican.&lt;br /&gt; Dar cel mai important, ascult Queen can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-7500280769064372061?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7500280769064372061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-this-world.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7500280769064372061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7500280769064372061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-this-world.html' title='Out of this world...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7300578917073717883</id><published>2011-08-21T01:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:09:30.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce sa citesti "Adio, arme"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intelepciune.ro/pozetexte/3110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="750" width="1000" src="http://www.intelepciune.ro/pozetexte/3110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e o relatare personala, sincera, clara, lipsita de artificii pur decorative a unei relatii in timpul Primului Razboi Mondial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca naratorul si personajul principal, un locotenent american care lupta pe frontul italian ( a.k.a Henry ) traieste razboiul considerand gloria, curajul si onoarea obscene pe langa datele concrete. Care isi face datoria pana acolo unde il indeamna constiinta, iar apoi se duce acolo unde ii spune inima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca englezoiaca Catherine Barkley e puternica si slaba in acelasi timp. Pentru ca incepe prin a cauta iluzia iubirii, iar atunci cand descopera dragostea adevarata, devine ea insasi o iluzie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca jocul calculat al seductiei la inceput, nevoia de dragoste a protagonistilor, se metamorfozeaza in ceva atat de real si de adanc incat nu le e frica de nimic cat sunt impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca Henry reprezinat pentru mine, barbatul cu caracter, care stie sa piarda si sa castige, care lupta cu o demnitate sincera, fara ipocrizie. Pentru ca Catherine e nebuna, disperata, pierduta...dar perfecta in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISWMFH9jq6Y?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISWMFH9jq6Y?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-7300578917073717883?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7300578917073717883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-ce-sa-citesti-adio-arme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7300578917073717883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7300578917073717883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-ce-sa-citesti-adio-arme.html' title='De ce sa citesti &quot;Adio, arme&quot;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2347476921039781455</id><published>2011-08-01T01:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:54:56.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate nu-mi dau seama dar...</title><content type='html'>...unele persoane inseamna infinit de mult pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raman cu atat de putin daca dau la o parte amintirile frumoase pe care le am cu cineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi mult mai pierduta in lumea asta mare daca nu as sti ca am norocul sa fiu prietena cu cea mai amuzanta, pesimista, stresata, incredibil de minunata persoana de pe planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retraiesc acelasi sentiment indescriptibil de fiecare data cand vorbesc cu acel cineva...Probabil asa se simt piesele de puzzle sau sosetele din aceiasi pereche :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E oribil sa te gandesti ca la un moment dat persoana alaturi de care ai trait atatea ( teste, stres, alte teste, bioloaga, omg-am-luat-opt, doamna mreana, imi-sta-bine-parul?) n-o sa mai fie atat de aproape. Si ca la un moment dat poate n-o sa mai sti nimic de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, desi sunt sigura ca totul o sa fie foarte ok, vreau doar ca persoana in cauza sa stie cat de mult ii multumesc pentru toate amintirile frumoase...Nu prea gasesc cuvinte sa descriu exact cat de importanta e pentru mine. Tot ce sunt in stare sa spun e ....iti amintesti dehug-ul ala cand am aflat ca a e bolnav domnul Oancia? iti amintesti de atunci cand am fost la gradina zoologica si radeam de porcii aia ciudati? iti amintesti de cat am ras in excursia de la Deva? :)) Stiu sigur caiti amintesti si eu una sper sa nu uit niciodata :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 200px; width: 200px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PP_apsbNev8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PP_apsbNev8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-2347476921039781455?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2347476921039781455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/poate-nu-mi-dau-seama-dar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2347476921039781455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2347476921039781455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/poate-nu-mi-dau-seama-dar.html' title='Poate nu-mi dau seama dar...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7754363399191679848</id><published>2011-07-18T22:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:00:37.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 200px; width: 200px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9u7hGkL57N8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9u7hGkL57N8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-7754363399191679848?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7754363399191679848/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/insatiable.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7754363399191679848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7754363399191679848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/insatiable.html' title='Insatiable...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5145730670822476629</id><published>2011-07-12T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:59:33.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGObF2q63Ew?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGObF2q63Ew?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cel mai tare ma doare ca o sa te topesti la un moment dat. o sa te topesti printre sirurile de arbori de pe marginea soselei atunci cand n-o sa am ce face in masina. privind fara sa vad pe fereastra si gandindu-ma la tine asa cum ma gandesc azi la altii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5145730670822476629?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5145730670822476629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/cel-mai-tare-ma-doare-ca-o-sa-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5145730670822476629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5145730670822476629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/cel-mai-tare-ma-doare-ca-o-sa-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6723828347819714193</id><published>2011-07-05T14:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:17:56.194+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum a fost?</title><content type='html'>Finally, am intrat si eu in normal...Adica aproape.&lt;br /&gt; Corpul meu tine mortis sa compenseze toate orele de nesomn din ultima saptamana si se incapataneaza sa doarma 12 ore zilnic...&lt;br /&gt; Pe de alta parte, are si dreptate sa se revolte...De la cele 30-35 de grade din Italia la astea 15-20 de aici e o diferenta orbila...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Partea buna este...Ca am avut parte de o experienta foarte constructiva...Nu m-am distrat la maxim, asa cum speram, dar am invatat...&lt;br /&gt; Am vazut lucruri care mi-au taiat respiratia. Lucruri pe care multi n-or sa le vada niciodata, si asta imi da fiori...&lt;br /&gt; Dintre oamenii pe care i-am cunoscut, cativa mi-au ramas inminte ca fiind intradevar speciali..&lt;br /&gt; Am respirat, pentru cateva zile, aerul unei alte vieti...M-am desprins, oarecum, de universul mic si penibil centrat in jurul meu, si am reusit sa vad si sa simt &lt;i&gt;altceva&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6723828347819714193?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6723828347819714193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/cum-fost.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6723828347819714193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6723828347819714193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/cum-fost.html' title='Cum a fost?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6832556371786100350</id><published>2011-06-25T00:00:00.023+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:00:02.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru Bogdan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 200px; width: 200px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_E2EHVxNAE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_E2EHVxNAE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Probabil acum eu sunt cu fundul la soare, pe plaja...Si scriua sta de dinainte, ca sa iti amintesc ca suntem impreuna de o eternitate ( adica un an, dar in fine )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Desi melodia din post e cam pentru fete, ar fi dragut sa o asculti macar pentru versuri...Nici eu nu puteam sa le scriu mai bine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc :) Si de-abai astept sa vin si sa ne vedem :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6832556371786100350?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6832556371786100350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/pentru-bogdan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6832556371786100350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6832556371786100350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/pentru-bogdan.html' title='Pentru Bogdan...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5406389163933655954</id><published>2011-06-23T21:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:40:49.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 cantece pe care le ador vara asta...</title><content type='html'>Oricine TREBUIE sa asculte melodiile urmatoare vara asta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru atunci cand mergi pe o strada fierbinte si simti vantul prin par si pe sub haine ...&lt;b&gt;Maria Maria - Carlos Santana&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Maria, Maria...She reminds me of the West Side story...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPLV7lGbmT4?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPLV7lGbmT4?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru atunci cand mergi cu rolele pe mijlocul trotuarului, la vale si simti ca o sa te desprinzi de pe asfalt...&lt;b&gt;Loca - Shakira&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;'Cause I'm crazy but you like it...Dios mio...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KewfYKJy8YU?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KewfYKJy8YU?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru atunci cand esti in masina cu toate geamurile deschise si muzica la maxim pe un drum pustiu...&lt;b&gt;Crazy - Aerosmith&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;I'm losin' my mind, girl, 'cause I'm goin' crazy... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMNgbISmF4I?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMNgbISmF4I?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru mersul cu motorul pe o autostrada paralela cu marea...&lt;b&gt;Paradise City - Guns 'N Roses&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rbm6GXllBiw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rbm6GXllBiw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru momentele in care te apuca melancolia pe o plaja prea pustie...&lt;b&gt;Vino iar - Iris&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Spune-mi, oare, ce mai stii de noi...Spune-mi, oare, suntem amandoi doar o ploaie-n miez de vara, care vine si s-a dus...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkvOWBhaCrc?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkvOWBhaCrc?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru serile in care ai chef sa dansezi pana dimineata...&lt;b&gt;Memories - David Guetta &lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight...Those will be the best memories...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVCQXMUVnI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVCQXMUVnI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru toate apusuriel si rasariturile de la mare (cu sau fara gust de sarut pe buze)..&lt;b&gt;Undeva in Vama - Vama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Undeva in vama...Cand betivii dorm...In ultimul cort...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mLvwVIW83g?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mLvwVIW83g?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru dupa-amiezele in care nu ai chef de nimeni si nimic...&lt;b&gt;Azi NU - Grasu XXL feat Guess Who&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Astazi nu iubesc, astazi nu lucrez...Astazi o frec :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhwi4yyN5S8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhwi4yyN5S8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru serile in care ai vrea sa stii sa dansezi tango...&lt;b&gt;Santa Maria - Gotan Project&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Hay milonga de amor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYjXm63DKQ0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYjXm63DKQ0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru atunci cand ai senzatia aia de "Life is now or never"...&lt;b&gt;God is a DJ - Pink&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Life is a dance floor...Put your ass on the dance floor now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 250px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuvF7HF_kLM?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuvF7HF_kLM?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5406389163933655954?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5406389163933655954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-cantece-pe-care-le-ador-vara-asta.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5406389163933655954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5406389163933655954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-cantece-pe-care-le-ador-vara-asta.html' title='10 cantece pe care le ador vara asta...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6289902757467789026</id><published>2011-06-22T15:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:20:26.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, well...</title><content type='html'>Ma simt inconjurata de ceva aproape fizic...De ceva desprins din mine, dar si foarte impersonal in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;Am sentimentul ca sunt de neatins. Ca nu poate sa ma doboare nimic. E un sentiment de siguranta, ceva ce ma face sa simt ca pasesc mereu pe pamant tare.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e exaltare, e doar un fel de liniste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, maine seara plec in Italia. Imi pare bine, dar nu sunt prea exaltata :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sera, sera...Whatever will be will be...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6289902757467789026?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6289902757467789026/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/ma-simt-inconjurata-de-ceva-aproape.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6289902757467789026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6289902757467789026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/ma-simt-inconjurata-de-ceva-aproape.html' title='Oh, well...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1901174392693534033</id><published>2011-06-12T00:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:31:01.489+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noaptea esti doar a mea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrTCwiy_T5s?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrTCwiy_T5s?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce dam jos toate mastile si armanem doar cu noi insine, dupa ce inchidem ochii si ne abandonam corpurile , lasam sufletul sa plece uinde vrea el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al meu se strecoara dintre cearsafurile calde, o ia tiptil pe parchet ( cu grija, pentru ca scartaie ) si se strecoara pe sub usa...De acolo nu stiu pe unde o ia, ca sa ajunga, invariabil, la tine :)&lt;br /&gt;Aproape dimineata ( sau pe la pranz, depinde la cat ma culc ), o ia la fuga pana in fata blocului, urca scarile in graba, ajunge in camera mea si ma gaseste asa cum m-a lasat: cu carliontii imprastiati pe perna si cersafurile stranse in jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Incepe sa sara prin pat...Uneori il las sa se joace, astept sa oboseasca si sa stea cuminte. Uneori ma enervez si ii dau vreo doua cu perna in cap. De cele mai multe ori il mangai asa cum mangai un caine intre urechi, il iau de mana, si incep sa traiesc iarasi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e sigur din toate lucrurile astea e ca, fie ca vreau sau nu, noaptea sunt doar a ta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1901174392693534033?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1901174392693534033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/noaptea-esti-doar-mea.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1901174392693534033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1901174392693534033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/noaptea-esti-doar-mea.html' title='Noaptea esti doar a mea...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3413553715304453014</id><published>2011-06-03T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:18:16.768+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am...</title><content type='html'>Am impresia ca am inceput sa scriu prea abstract in ultima vreme; dara cum nu am niciun chef sa scriu frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ultiam saptamana a fost plina de evenimente, frumoasa, calda, sufocanta chiar. Nu am nici un stres acum. Stau pur si simplu si ma gandesc.&lt;br /&gt; De azi dimineata am in cap o melodie...&lt;br /&gt; Astept sa am sune cineva...&lt;br /&gt; Ma doare glezna pentru ca am stat pe ea...&lt;br /&gt; Vreau sa fac plaja...&lt;br /&gt; Am chef sa inot...&lt;br /&gt; Am pofta de cirese...&lt;br /&gt; And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfDwmpjFUX8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfDwmpjFUX8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3413553715304453014?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3413553715304453014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/am.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3413553715304453014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3413553715304453014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/am.html' title='Am...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4976308590391990691</id><published>2011-05-29T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:24:42.641+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dansez...</title><content type='html'>Desculta, alerg prin ploaia de intrebari fara raspuns...&lt;br /&gt; Cu trupul fierbinte de curaj, ma scufund in marea de vise...&lt;br /&gt; Cu parul despletit de adierea sortii, astept rabdatoare un fior care nu mai vine...&lt;br /&gt; Prin rochia din ce in ce mai transparenta de inhibitii si conventii mi se vede conturul tineretii si indraznelii...&lt;br /&gt; Dansez, calcand in picioare nimicurile de care altii s-ar impiedica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cu ochii inchisi, te prind de mana...M-as duce oriunde m-ai purta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4976308590391990691?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4976308590391990691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/dansez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4976308590391990691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4976308590391990691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/dansez.html' title='Dansez...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5461824895073112172</id><published>2011-05-16T22:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:05:39.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ador ploaia...</title><content type='html'>Ploaia asta capricioasa, calda, fara vant. Isi lasa argintul apos in balti adunate pe trotuare care se descompun in unde largi sub pasii mei.&lt;br /&gt; Ador saruturile marunte si umede ale picurilor si mirosul rece si proaspat de dupa ploaie. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNSBq6hvU1s?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNSBq6hvU1s?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5461824895073112172?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5461824895073112172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/ador-ploaia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5461824895073112172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5461824895073112172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/ador-ploaia.html' title='Ador ploaia...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-499102879598872569</id><published>2011-05-16T18:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:56:54.832+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Toata lumea scrie despre asta, deci ar trebui sa scriu si eu...Dar decat sa debitez fraze lungi si lacrimogoene, mai bine tac si imi amintesc. Moareta e inca ceva atat de...inspaimantataor si permanent....&lt;br /&gt; Am scris despre el pe vremea cand era in viata, inainte sa se imbolanveasca &lt;a href="http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/domn-profesor.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;...Nu o sa ma conving ca nu ami e pana cand nu vad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-499102879598872569?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/499102879598872569/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/499102879598872569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/499102879598872569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1407099712569656890</id><published>2011-05-14T11:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:05:35.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deci...</title><content type='html'>Iubesc Brasovul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si nu zic asta in felul conventional, in care isi iubeste aproape toata lumea orasul natal. Eu il iubesc asa cum iubesti un baiat, poate chiar mai adanc si mai organic decat atat.&lt;br /&gt; Iubesc strazile pe care mi-am plimbat visele si dezamagirile, mai ales in zilelel lungi si caldute. Ador sa simt agitatia bulevardelor sau pustietatea stradutelor uitate de lume, pulsul asta ciudat si fascinant al orasului.&lt;br /&gt; Plimbandu-ma, ii simt imbratisarea. Sentimentul de siguranta, de calm si de &lt;i&gt;anything can happen&lt;/i&gt; e mai satisfacatopr decat orice altceva. Asa ca merg in continuare, picioarele ma duc singure pe strazi cunoscute pe care nu am mai mers niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; Sub saruturile marunte ale stropilor de ploaie sau mangaiata de vant, orasul ma cuprinde in imensul lui suflet atat de abstract, dar totusi extrem de real...Aproape ca o certitudine, legatura mea cu el e mai puternica decat oricare alta pana acum. Pentru ca am lasat in el o parte din mine...&lt;br /&gt; Sunt lucruri de o frumusete ireala pe care le vad doar cei care stiu unde sa se uite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1407099712569656890?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1407099712569656890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/deci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1407099712569656890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1407099712569656890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/deci.html' title='Deci...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-9100031963193178047</id><published>2011-05-11T11:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:37:09.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaa...</title><content type='html'>Am emotii..Vreau sa fie maine, vreau sa fei maine, vreau sa fie maine, vreau sa fie maine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-9100031963193178047?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9100031963193178047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/9100031963193178047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/9100031963193178047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaaaaa...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3577179402127684687</id><published>2011-05-06T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:36:15.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoarme-ma...</title><content type='html'>...spune-mi o poveste. Cu printi si printese, si balauri inspaimantatori cu un miliard de capete.&lt;br /&gt; Tine-ma in brate si lungeste povestea pana cand fara sa-mi dau seama sau asa ma pot impotrivi, mi se inchid ochii si te vad ca prin ceata, in intuneric...Sa-ti simt doar caldura si miscarea ritmica a pieptului. Vorbeste-mi din ce in ce mai incet, pana cand nu mai stiu nimic...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Si chiar daca acum ii cer vietii sa ma tina in brate, sa ma prinda bine de mana si sa ma treaca toate strazile din Drumul meu, imi dau seama ca eu, in esenta, nu sunt facuta sa fiu asa.&lt;br /&gt; Vreau sa strang din dinti, sa alerg, sa ma murdaresc, sa ma lovesc si sa trec prin toate...La sfarsot sa ma stranga plamanii, sa ma doara oasele si sa fiuyu obosita moarta, dar sa stiu ca AM TRAIT. Ca am ajuns unde vroiam. &lt;br /&gt; Ambalajul asta pe care il numim corp e atat de simplu, si totusi atat de complicat...E atat de greu sa ajungi ce e in spatele pielii a muschilor si a tuturor foitelor astea care ne invelesc ca sa incerci sa arunci macar o privire cu coltul ochiului, ca sa cunosti infinit de putin persoana in fata careia stai.&lt;br /&gt; Si totusi, pana sa ajungi &lt;i&gt;inauntru&lt;/i&gt;, uneori iti dia seam aca nu mai are nici un rost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3577179402127684687?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3577179402127684687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoarme-ma.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3577179402127684687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3577179402127684687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoarme-ma.html' title='Adoarme-ma...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5739122836829405276</id><published>2011-05-05T11:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:01:21.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's soooooo simple :) :)</title><content type='html'>:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt; It's easy to be happy when you feel loved .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5739122836829405276?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5739122836829405276/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-soooooo-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5739122836829405276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5739122836829405276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-soooooo-simple.html' title='It&apos;s soooooo simple :) :)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4435260340594698893</id><published>2011-04-26T23:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:13:49.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so cheap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzvJW9SrB-M?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzvJW9SrB-M?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lasa urme de ruj pe care le lasa pe marginea cestii si am priveste in ochi. Mi se strange stomacul si capul imi vajaie. Ii privesc cu scarba coafura studiata pana la ultima suvita, machiajul elegant...             &lt;br /&gt; Ma dezgusta vorbele ei spuse pe o voce stridenta, privirea care imi igheata sangele in vine. Izbucnesc in hohote de ras care inunda camera, patrund in ceasca ei de cafea, se strecoara printre unghiile ei rosu aprins, sprijinite usor de masa  si o fac sa amuteasca, invinsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu nu pot sa trec peste minciuni si ghinion decat cu zambetul pe buze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4435260340594698893?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4435260340594698893/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-cheap.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4435260340594698893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4435260340594698893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-cheap.html' title='I&apos;m so cheap...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3409097146470774194</id><published>2011-04-22T03:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:09:08.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Stau cu privirea atintita undeva departe si simt cum se misca incet pamantul cu mine.&lt;br /&gt; Cu genele apropae lipite de somn, m-am pierdut putin printre cuvinte. Pana la urma, ceea ce scriu nu e decat o expresie a ceea ce simt si traiesc. In nici un caz nu e o...reflectare realista a felului in care sunt &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Si asta nu din ipocrizie sau din snobism...Dar pentru ca imi trec atatea prin cap, si nu exagerez...Fraze intregi gata facute care imi umplu gandurile de fiecare data cand stau degeaba si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;incerc&lt;/span&gt; sa nu ma gandesc la nimic. &lt;br /&gt; Whatever, am gasit o melodie foarte frumoasa. Nu neaparat versurile, care sunt cam penibile, dar linia melodica iti taie respiratia. E materializarea perfecta a unui sentiment pe care il am numai in prezenta unei anumite persoane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oaHHrNQVrg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oaHHrNQVrg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3409097146470774194?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3409097146470774194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3409097146470774194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3409097146470774194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3929669625431330190</id><published>2011-04-10T23:11:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:57:26.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru "jumatatea mea",</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; Chiar dacă aş vorbi în limbi omeneşti şi îngereşti, şi n-aş avea dragoste, sunt o aramă sunătoare sau un chimval zângănitor.&lt;br /&gt; Şi chiar dacă aş avea darul prorociei, şi aş cunoaşte toate tainele şi toată ştiinţa; chiar dacă aş avea toată credinţa aşa încât să mut şi munţii, şi n-aş avea dragoste, nu sunt nimic.&lt;br /&gt; Şi chiar dacă mi-aş împărţi toată averea pentru hrana săracilor, chiar dacă mi-aş da trupul să fie ars, şi n-aş avea dragoste, nu-mi foloseşte la nimic.&lt;br /&gt; Dragostea este îndelung răbdătoare, este plină de bunătate: dragostea nu pizmuieşte; dragostea nu se laudă, nu se umflă de mândrie,&lt;br /&gt; nu se poartă necuviincios, nu caută folosul său, nu se mânie, nu se gândeşte la rău,&lt;br /&gt; nu se bucură de nelegiuire, ci se bucură de adevăr,&lt;br /&gt; acoperă totul, crede totul, nădăjduieşte totul, suferă totul.&lt;br /&gt; Dragostea nu va pieri niciodată. Prorociile se vor sfârşi; limbile vor înceta; cunoştinţa va avea sfârşit.&lt;br /&gt; Căci cunoaştem în parte, şi prorocim în parte;&lt;br /&gt; dar când va veni ce este desăvârşit, acest "în parte" se va sfârşi.&lt;br /&gt; Când eram copil, vorbeam ca un copil, simţeam ca un copil, gândeam ca un copil; când m-am făcut om mare, am lepădat ce era copilăresc.&lt;br /&gt; Acum, vedem ca într-o oglindă, în chip întunecos; dar atunci, vom vedea faţă în faţă. Acum, cunosc în parte; dar atunci, voi cunoaşte deplin, aşa cum am fost şi eu cunoscut pe deplin.&lt;br /&gt; Acum dar rămân aceste trei: credinţa, nădejdea şi dragostea; dar cea mai mare dintre ele este dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Corinteni 13:1-13:13&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si mai ai curajul sa imi spui" Te iubesc!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te caut orbeste toata viata, gandindu-ma ca atunci cand te voi gasi mi se va ridica pacla de pe ochii si voi vedea lumea sub fasciculele unei alte lumini, mai clare si mai luminoase si antonimul meu...Te caut ca sa fim iertarea, eternitatea si certitudinea celdecat imi pot imagina.&lt;br /&gt; Astept sa fii cerul de deasupra pamantulului meu, uscatul tare si sigur de sub talpile mele, sinonimul si antonimul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abia apoi imi dau seama ca nu vreau sa fii tu salvarea mea, calea mea spre Dumnezeu, fericirea si totul meu. Oriunde te-ai afla, sa stii ca nu mai cred in tine, asa cum copii nu mai cred in Mos Craciun si astronomii nu mai cred ca totul se invarte in jurul nostru.&lt;br /&gt; Nu mai cred ca o jumatate de mine inca lipseste, pentru ca realizez ca e o absurditate. Pentru ca, vorbind de dragoste, pentru mine toate intrebarile ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;de ce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt;, chiar si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pe cine&lt;/span&gt;)se rezuma la una singura, si anume &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cum&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Peste ani, cand zilele vor fi trecut peste mine, numai Cineva poate sti cate, o sa fiu capabila sa iubesc si o sa te gasesc. Pe tine, sau pe oricine altcineva. Te rog sa nu ma cauti, daca ma cunosti te rog nu incerca sa ma iubesti inca. O sa ne gasim de la sine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3929669625431330190?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3929669625431330190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentru-jumatatea-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3929669625431330190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3929669625431330190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentru-jumatatea-mea.html' title='Pentru &quot;jumatatea mea&quot;,'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1847715591383169738</id><published>2011-04-05T08:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:44:42.082+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Alearga prin sufletul meu..."</title><content type='html'>"...dezbracata de toate dessous-urile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sj1Asfw7avE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1847715591383169738?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1847715591383169738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/alearga-prin-sufletul-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1847715591383169738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1847715591383169738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/alearga-prin-sufletul-meu.html' title='&quot;Alearga prin sufletul meu...&quot;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sj1Asfw7avE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6379497295517101842</id><published>2011-03-18T23:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:09:32.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you see...</title><content type='html'>Dupa ce imping usa grea si scartaitoare a blocului, imi inchid pentru o clipa ochii si zambesc in timp ce las vantul sa-mi imprastie parul in toate directiile...&lt;br /&gt; Dimineata stau langa geam si las soarele sa ma mangaie pe pleoape, pe buze, pe par...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si totusi sunt suparata pe mine. Pentru ca unu-doi plang...De nervi, de la cele mai mari stupizenii, pe care nici eu nu el inteleg. Am ajuns sa fiu complet insesnsibila la ce conteaza. Nici macar nu-mi mai pasa...De nimeni in special.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Undeva in lume oamenii mor si nu e corect.&lt;br /&gt; Undeva in lume alti oameni gasesc in ei speranta pentru a se ridica...Oricat de jos ar fi picat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si totusi, soarele rasare in fiecare dimineata.&lt;br /&gt; Si totusi timpul ne omoara, asa de seducator si de imperceptibil, cu fiecare guar de aer trasa in piept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Traiesc fiecare zi cu zambetul pe buze si rad de fiecare dezamagire...Dar nu e suficient uneori. Si cel mai urat e cand nimenui nu-i pasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6379497295517101842?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6379497295517101842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-cat-you-see.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6379497295517101842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6379497295517101842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-cat-you-see.html' title='Why can&apos;t you see...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3502182650581740741</id><published>2011-03-13T19:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:38:04.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The stakes are getting higher, you can feel it in your heart.</title><content type='html'>Cu zambetul intepenit pe buze, oarecum fals dar atragator, il priveste. Ceva incepe sa tremure in ea si asta o sperie, incearca sa preia controlul dar nu reuseste. Isi musca puternic buzele, simtind durerea ca pe un alint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The more you pull away the closer I'm going to pull you towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/74LXx0wSqMI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3502182650581740741?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3502182650581740741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/stakes-are-getting-higher-you-can-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3502182650581740741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3502182650581740741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/stakes-are-getting-higher-you-can-feel.html' title='The stakes are getting higher, you can feel it in your heart.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/74LXx0wSqMI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3433536946019839096</id><published>2011-03-06T23:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:48:42.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru Rares...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...let's see how good I know your music tastes. Sa-mi lasi un comentariu neaparat sa-mi zici care din ele iti place.&lt;br /&gt; Pe unele din ele trebuie sa le asculti de cateva ori pana sa inceapa sa-ti placa, dupa care devi obsedat de ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. It's you and me and all other people with nothing to do, nothing to lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9XH2f7kH-2s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;14. If you were a kiss I know I'd be a hug...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/20PQBtyfNZY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13. And all I can taste is this moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-scESgTnoUM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;12. We just want to make the world dance...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uAQjWgQAyfg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;11. We're left dishelved...We lost the fight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WOKI_tIBWVI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;10. Yes I'm sure down deep inside, you're the one that I want...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gyUWkQj0Q_U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9. I was dificult to reach, but you picked me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0rrpobGEhlU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;8. Fuck youuuuuu very very much...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IpZm1TstpjQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;7. N-ai cum sa spui ca vi si sa nu mai vi niciodata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eOs7_qUzYEY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6. Oh, in cold hard mathematical terms you're...in love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TaRJorbrpQI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; 5. I hope I lose myself for good...I hope you find me in the end... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vim0uIaWEMQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; 4. I can't see what anyone can see in anyone else...But you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WtBMF0BqDrU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; 3. You found me...just a little late...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VJyyanGYH_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; 2. And my back beggins to tingle suddenly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YimdPxZrfiM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; 1. (Inevitabilul :)) ) Wish I could shut my playboy mouth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cacwntsr4Qw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3433536946019839096?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3433536946019839096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/pentru-rares.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3433536946019839096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3433536946019839096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/pentru-rares.html' title='Pentru Rares...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9XH2f7kH-2s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3414412011640341216</id><published>2011-03-04T20:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:27:22.425+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Randomness...</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu de ce mi-au dat lacrimile, doar asa....Privind spatiul asta alb pe care trebuie sa-l umplu cu cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BIfLeESsbRk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3414412011640341216?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3414412011640341216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3414412011640341216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3414412011640341216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BIfLeESsbRk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-9098589036751578992</id><published>2011-02-26T23:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:22:52.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din mintea mea egoista....</title><content type='html'>Suntem traiti de vietile noastre, asa cred eu. Si incerc sa explic dar nu intelegi sau poate nu explic eu bine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mi-e frica de singuratate. Am un gol in cosul pieptului pe care trebuie sa-l umplu cu cuvinte sau gesturi, cu dragoste.&lt;br /&gt; Caut umeri pe care sa plang, brate in care sa ma odihnesc, maini pe care sa le strang. Insa sunt egoisat. Caut fara sa ofer la randul meu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Imi imprastii afectiunea cu zgarcenie, si ma ascund sub o masca de cinism si ironie. Trebuie sa ma desfaci strat cu strat, ca pe o ceapa, p-ana ajungi la miezului miezului meu. Si cred ca nimeni nu a ajuns atat de departe ca sa poata vedea monstruletul devorator de afcetiune din mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunt putine persoane carora le ofer sentimente, si atunci cand realizez cat de vulnerabila sunt fata de ele ma infasor la loc in foile mele de ceapa si trebuie s-o ia de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunt o prietena teribila si minunata in acelasi timp. Si nici maacr nu stiu de ce. Si fac tot ce imi trece prin cap, nejustificat, meritul meu fiind acela de a gasi o justificare pe parcurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mi-e sete de viata si pe unii asta ii atrage la mine. Dar nu isi dau seama ca eu nu menajez pe nimeni si zic totul in fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Frankly, I don't give a damn about a hell lot of people...Pot numara oe degete oamenii de care imi pasa cu adevarat. 75% sunt familie. PUn sufelt greu si iti ai ceva ca sa devi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; cineva&lt;/span&gt; pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Si, totusi, stiind toate astea...Cunoscandu-mi egoismul, narcisismul, firea ciudata si schimbatoare...Evalueaza riscurile ( da, tin neaparat sa faci asta, nu vreau sa invoci nici o scuza in final), trebuei sa te hotarasti daca esti sau nu dispus sa incerci sa ma cunosti si sa ma iubesti ( nu ma refer la genul ala de iubire,se intelege).&lt;br /&gt; Unora li se pare ca merita. Eu, sincer, nu stiu, dar le multumesc celor care imi umplu viata si imi accepta tentativele sovaiotare de a face la fel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-9098589036751578992?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9098589036751578992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/din-mineta-mea-egoista.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/9098589036751578992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/9098589036751578992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/din-mineta-mea-egoista.html' title='Din mintea mea egoista....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2625698776823201801</id><published>2011-02-18T21:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:17:22.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll only fly away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nelly Furtado - I&amp;#039;m like a bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Gelica/5ded60a4d0ddcb.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=Gelica&amp;hash=5ded60a4d0ddcb&amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Gelica/5ded60a4d0ddcb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Gelica&amp;hash=5ded60a4d0ddcb&amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/diverse" title="diverse"&gt;  Asculta  mai multe  audio   diverse &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.trilulilu.ro%2FGelica%2F5ded60a4d0ddcb&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=448&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80&amp;amp;ref=trlfbmbdlk" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:448px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recunosc, imi place senzatia pe care o am cand cineva ma priveste obsesiv si cu intentii evidente. Sunt aproape femeie, e normal.&lt;br /&gt; Dar tot vulgare mi se par fluieraturile si tot...In fine&lt;br /&gt; In ultima vreme ma agndesc ca " it's time to fly away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-2625698776823201801?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2625698776823201801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-only-fly-away.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2625698776823201801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2625698776823201801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-only-fly-away.html' title='I&apos;ll only fly away...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5077076520059053449</id><published>2011-02-15T21:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:42:19.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go...</title><content type='html'>Incercam sa ne ascundem defectele sub masti. Zic incercam pentru ca nu reusim. Dincolo de ceea ce afisam, constient sau subconstient in fata lumii, se vede tot.&lt;br /&gt;  Asa ca de azi nu ma mai ascund. Nu-mi mai pasa de ce cred altii, suntem toti la fel pana la urma. Judecam dupa criterii tampite si ne purtam ca nsite prosti most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;  De ce ar trebui sa ma afecteze pe mien ce cred altii? De ce sa ma ascund sau sa ma schimb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Las regretele sa mi se scurga prin crapaturile asfaltului pe care am pasit de atatea ori...&lt;br /&gt;  Pff...ce ipocrita sunt :)) Vreau sa incep de la inceput si sunt inca legata de aceleasi persoane, de aceleasi locuri si de acelasi confort emotional stupid...Relatii fara scop, sau cu scopuri penibile...&lt;br /&gt;  Asta este. Sunt exact la fel de ipocrita ca si toat lumea si sunt mandra de asta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5077076520059053449?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5077076520059053449/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5077076520059053449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5077076520059053449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-go.html' title='Let go...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-473992900140441147</id><published>2011-02-09T09:20:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:23:21.512+03:00</updated><title type='text'>101 things I did or didn't do with him :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take showers together...&lt;br /&gt;3. Back rubs/massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Listen to classical music and cuddle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(nu chiar muzica clasica, but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5. French Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6. Hold her w/ hands inside the back of her shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7. Whisper to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cook for each other&lt;br /&gt;9. Skinny dip.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;11. Dress each other.&lt;br /&gt;12. Undress each other.&lt;br /&gt;13. Kiss every part of their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Hold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Sleep together. (not sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One word*Foreplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Sit and talk in just underwear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;br /&gt;19. Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Wear his clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Find a nice secluded place to lie and watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;23. Incense/candles/oils/blacklights and music make great for sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Kiss at every chance you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Don't wear underwear and let them find out.&lt;/span&gt;(ok, it was only the underwear underneath my blouse, but I think it counts)&lt;br /&gt;26. Kinky is bad*Blindfolds are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Lightly kiss their collarbone and their jawbone just below the ear,then whisper I love you.&lt;/span&gt;( great move)&lt;br /&gt;28. Bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;29. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;30. Make love.&lt;br /&gt;31. Write poetry for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Kiss/smell her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(nope, a long sexy wet kiss is :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Say I love you, only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(...ok, being honest....I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; mean it...I know he's gonna kill me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.&lt;/span&gt;(daca se pune si ciocolata, da :)) )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( da, doar eu si Megan Fox...si Angelina Jolie.... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Spend every second possible together.(and the impossible ones as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Tell her that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to. And mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Look into each other's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her,and kiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Talk to each other using only body language and your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. When in public, only flirt w/ each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( :))...Only flirt? :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Walk behind her and put your hands in her front pockets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren't looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( daca se pune si bratara aia, presupun ca da)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Clothes are no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Buy her a ring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Keep one of her bras somewhere where you see it everyday.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(naughty :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Sing to each other. ( fredonat, dar in fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Read to each other. ( articole pe net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. PDA = Public Display of Affection. ( hell yeah, very public and very affectionate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Take advantage of any time alone together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Tell her about how you answered every question in&lt;br /&gt;math with her name.&lt;br /&gt;53. Draw. (If you can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Let her sit on your lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Go hiking and camp out together in the woods or&lt;br /&gt;on a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Lips were made for kissing. So were eyes, and fingers,and cheeks,and collarbones, and hands,and ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( and other things too ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Kiss her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys like half-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Spaghetti* (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;62. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Unless you can feel their heart beating, you aren't close enough. ( although there's something stopping him from reaching my heart...I wonder what :)) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Dance together.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(been trying to for a while :-w)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Sit in front of a roaring fire and make out/make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. I love the way a girl looks right after she's fallen asleep with her head in my lap. (not really in his lap, and not sure if he loved it, but still...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Carry her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;68. Water beds are fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( in our dreams :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;70. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Break every one of your parent's relationship rules for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;73. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Remember your dreams and tell him about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Ride your bike 8 miles just to see them for a few hours. ( ok, it is a train...and about 50 miles...but yes, he does it )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Ride home and call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;79. Somehow incorporate them into any kind of religion or worship you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Be Prince Charming to her parents. (does my grandma count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Act out mutual fantasies together.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(going to...not necessary sexual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Brush her hair out of her face for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Think of 101 reasons why you love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Hang out with his/her friends. &lt;br /&gt;85. Go to church/pray/worship together. &lt;br /&gt;86. Take her to see a romantic movie and remember the parts she liked. &lt;br /&gt;87. Cuddle together under a full moon on a clear night. &lt;br /&gt;88. Learn from each other and don't make the same mistake twice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(still working on the second part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89.Everyone deserves a second chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Make sacrifices for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Really love each other, or don't stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Write a fictional story about how you met/fell in love, etc. and give it to them. &lt;br /&gt;94. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren't thinking about them, and make sure they know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95.Love yourself before you love anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages. ( he did :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Dedicate songs to them on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;98. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (almost did today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Sleep together naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Stand up for them when someone talks trash. ( he did :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Never forget the kiss goodnight. And always remember to say, "Sweet dreams." (although the kissing is mostly throught the phone )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-473992900140441147?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/473992900140441147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/101-things-i-did-or-didnt-do-with-him-p.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/473992900140441147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/473992900140441147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/101-things-i-did-or-didnt-do-with-him-p.html' title='101 things I did or didn&apos;t do with him :P'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4162364165214321475</id><published>2011-02-05T10:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:57:03.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It....</title><content type='html'>It was on her lips when she flicked her last cigarette.&lt;br /&gt; It was in their eyes when they were laughing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt; It was underneath their feet as their were walking from shop to shop.&lt;br /&gt; It was in the trembling of her fingers while she was writing the math term paper.&lt;br /&gt; It was in shake of her hair, as the beat of the song got louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt; It was behind her lids as she laid motionless on the fresh snow.&lt;br /&gt; It was between her eyebrows, along her cheekbones,  above her left hip, right behind her ear, on the inside of her leg, like a long trail of soft kisses.&lt;br /&gt; Actually, it was in every tiny moment between her heartbeats, in every wink and every breath...The tiny little moments and gestures and places that make up life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4162364165214321475?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4162364165214321475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/it.html#comment-form' title='0 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things</title><content type='html'>So let's see how crazy I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;3. done weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;5. drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shoplifted-the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;4. been fired&lt;br /&gt;5. been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. snuck out of a parent’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. had feelings for someone who didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. made out with a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. gone out on a blind date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. had a crush on an older person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. skipped school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. seen someone/something die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;2. been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;3. been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. thrown up from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;2. been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;3. met someone BECAUSE of myspace &lt;br /&gt;4. been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. taken pain killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. love/like someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. made a snow man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. flown a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. built a sand castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. played dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. gone sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. used a fake/someone else’s ID&lt;br /&gt;2. watched the sun set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. felt an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. been tickled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;3. robbed someone&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;5. pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. won a contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;3. had detention&lt;br /&gt;4. been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had/have braces/retainer&lt;br /&gt;2. eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;4. danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. hated the way i look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. pole danced&lt;br /&gt;4. questioned my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;2. been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;4. swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. felt like you were dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. done something you told yourself you wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;2. made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;4. kissed in the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. been kissed under a mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. made a bonfire on the beach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;3. gone roller skating/ blading&lt;br /&gt;4. had a wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. worn pearls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;3, screamed “penis” at a football game.&lt;br /&gt;4. swimming with dolphins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;2. kissed a fish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. worn the opposite sex’s clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sat on a roof top &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1, screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. stayed up all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. picked and ate an apple right off the tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. climbed a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. had/been in a tree house &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;4. been in jail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-738934537515607438?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BUUT7YKSwHQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3251863427443352714</id><published>2011-02-01T17:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:24:51.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song....</title><content type='html'>...you can't believe it, you were always singing along. It was so easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere in the back of my mind...I know I'm wondering "what's the point anyway?"...But it's way too late to stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3251863427443352714?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3251863427443352714/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-forgetting-words-to-your.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3251863427443352714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3251863427443352714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-forgetting-words-to-your.html' title='It&apos;s like forgetting the words to your favorite song....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5736375163618977833</id><published>2011-01-31T10:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:32:02.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea mult fum...</title><content type='html'>In 20 de minute ar trebui sa plec....cred...Nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt; Am in cap toate prostiile. Si am in cap prea mult fum, am o senzatie de gol si plin si ameteala. Am chef de ceva ce nu pot avea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nu am cheeeeef azi....Nu mai vreau :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3JaiNC9KJ7I" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5736375163618977833?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5736375163618977833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/prea-mult-fum.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5736375163618977833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5736375163618977833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/prea-mult-fum.html' title='Prea mult fum...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3JaiNC9KJ7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8500544606632610799</id><published>2011-01-31T00:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:41:23.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deci 14...</title><content type='html'>Aaaa...Am 14. Ok...What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8500544606632610799?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8500544606632610799/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/deci-14.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8500544606632610799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8500544606632610799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/deci-14.html' title='Deci 14...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3154966205436607037</id><published>2011-01-29T22:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:14:26.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...In theend we only have one life to live...</title><content type='html'>* dati play inainte sa cititi. &lt;br /&gt;* postul de mai jos nu e adresat nimanui in particular, dar e inspirata de cateva persoane  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TNsOqVBzrYo" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ma gandesc la un loc cald si intunecat :)...Oriunde, cel mai probabil doar undeva in mintea mea. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ne prefacem ca nu ne cunoastem...E doar intuneric si noi...Stralucirea din ochii tai ma sperie, imi aduce aminte de un animal.&lt;br /&gt; Desi nu ne atingem fizic, gandurile ne sunt tangente. E atata tensiune intre corpurile noastre acum, incatne vine greu sa ne atingem, parca impinsi inapoi de energia asta ciuadata dintre noi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Inima imi bate tare, gat sa-mi sparga pieptul. Simt cum un val de caldura imi aprinde obrajii. Inchid ochii pentru o clipa, apoi iti simt rasuflarea gandilandu-mi fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Imi mangai parul cu varful degetelor. Inspir puternic, simtind un influx electric pe sirea spinarii. Infrigurata, iti caut buzele...De-abia le ating cu ale mele, indepartandu-ma de fiecare data cand imi cauti sarutul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Incet,imi strecor mainile fierbinti pe sub straturile de haine dintre noi. Fara sa observam suntem deja lipiti. Totusi, buzele mele inca te mai chinuie...&lt;br /&gt; Zambesc usor. Stiu cat de mult iti place...Te dezbrac incet in timp ce mainile tale imi traseaza conturul corpului.&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Intinsi unul langa celalalt, imi prinzi sovaitor mana. &lt;br /&gt; " Acum cred ca merit" imi spui, in timp ce ma saruti avid...Te las.&lt;br /&gt; In the end, we only have one life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3154966205436607037?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3154966205436607037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-teh-end-we-only-have-one-life-to.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3154966205436607037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3154966205436607037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-teh-end-we-only-have-one-life-to.html' title='...In theend we only have one life to live...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TNsOqVBzrYo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1722469771003690530</id><published>2011-01-25T00:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:25:19.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure randomness</title><content type='html'>Walking the snowy streets all alone and thinking about you has become such a habit for me that I can't really imagine thinking about something else. Also, all the wind whipping my hair around and the sound of my steps on the pavement makes me feel like I'm in a romance-novel or, even better, in a music video to a song by one of those cheesy, soft-rock band that makes girls' heart melt and boys' stomachs turn upside down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, really, I should stop posting about you all the time. It also has become a (bad) habit, because not only you, but my friends, will think that I have nothing else to post about except our wonderful, fairytale-y relationship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, you must think I'm trying to sound smart by posting in English, but really...All this learning for the CAE made me dream in English ( and no, I'm not kidding) so deal with it darling :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actually, I'm happy that I've settled myself down. I was simply sick of all the gossip, rumors and smoke...After all, fitting in isn't worth all the bad jokes and hypocrisy, so...I guess you're my one only vice right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, by now I'm not even talking to you, I'm just using you as a excuse to write all this non-sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So let's just go on, considering that I haven't written anything for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't you just hate love songs? I mean, why aren't there any love songs about regular relationships...You know, the ones that involve fighting about something you can't remember by the end of the discussion, awkward moments, frustration...Well, there are some songs about this too, but they really aren't love songs...They're more like "i'm-breaking-up-with-you" songs...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now seriously, every little girl is brought up to believe that " the one" will magically appear from nowhere up on his white horse and love them until they are old, saggy and full of wrinkles...Actually, this may happen...but " to love" doesn't always mean serenading on each others windows and sweet kisses and cheesy stuff like that. It means fucking pissing yourselves off, and yelling, and having moments that you'd rather never talk about :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And in the end, I'm not even sure it's worth the risk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1722469771003690530?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1722469771003690530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/pure-randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1722469771003690530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1722469771003690530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/pure-randomness.html' title='Pure randomness'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6943725937138711295</id><published>2011-01-17T00:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:15:05.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsWsasqIoyk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/lsWsasqIoyk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ia-mi mainile fierbinti intr-ale tale fara sa-ti pese de vanataile, semnele si juliturile de pe ele.&lt;br /&gt; Mangaie-mi suvitele rebele, buclele ciufulite si varfurile despicate...&lt;br /&gt; Strange-mi corpul in brate, oricat de imperfect ar fi...&lt;br /&gt; Saruta-mi buzele crapate de la frig si avide de dorinta...&lt;br /&gt; Ia-ma asa cum sunt si nu-mi cere mai mult decat iti pot da...&lt;br /&gt; ...pentru ca o sa incerc sa-ti dau oricum.&lt;br /&gt; Gandeste-te la mine inainte sa adormi pentru ca si eu o sa fac la fel...&lt;br /&gt; ...poate o sa ne intalnim in vis :) ( desi tu nu visezi niciodata, mai bine...aseara am visat ca mi-a cazut un dinte)&lt;br /&gt; Priveste-ma in ochi cu privirea aia pe care o ai atunci cand zambesti...&lt;br /&gt; ...ca sa-mi aduci aminte ce ochi frumosi si VERZI ai :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; De fapt, nici nu e nevoie sa-ti cer toate astea...Pentru ca le faci deja...&lt;br /&gt; It's just a matter of how long you'll be doing it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6943725937138711295?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6943725937138711295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/ia-mi-mainile-fierbinti-intr-ale-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6943725937138711295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6943725937138711295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/ia-mi-mainile-fierbinti-intr-ale-tale.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1669324797603935660</id><published>2011-01-13T20:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:27:19.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromises that move us along...</title><content type='html'>Oare cat de adevarat e? Si oare cat de "forever" e "forever-ul"....si oare de ce sentimentele nu dispar, ci se transforma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1669324797603935660?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1669324797603935660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-always-rainbows-and-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1669324797603935660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1669324797603935660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-always-rainbows-and-butterflies.html' title='It&apos;s not always rainbows and butterflies, it&apos;s compromises that move us along...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-156305407607153455</id><published>2011-01-01T03:01:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:56:29.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remix de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Would you stay just a little my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fericirea nu se cumpara in rateeeeeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daca oamenii ar privi spre cer intr-o zi de mai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever, even cold november rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miercuri sau joi, nu e an fara nori, fara ploi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dar tu pari a altora, niciodata doar a mea, a nimanui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So don't pretend to not love me at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I bleed it out diggin' deeper just to throw it away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well you used to get drunk and laugh and then we would make love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rosu aprins, coloreaza-mi tacerea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Am sa alerg la mare sa-mi spal sufletul de noroi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm so happy, 'cause today I found my friend, they're in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You only want me 'cause it's over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First-born, unicorn, hardcore, soft porn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By the way I tried to say I'd be there, waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If I'd just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We know just who we aaaare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cine sunt?Cine esti?oare ma mai iubesti?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some fools fool themselves I guess, but they're not fooling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Recunoaste ca-i un cantec prost, recunoaste ca si noi am fost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I dont know who you are, but I... I'm with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why won't you come on over and stop making a fool out of me? Won't you come on over, Valerie?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;De-atunci si pan-acum spre oras eu ratacesc,e fum si este scrum si simt ca... ïnnebunesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I told you, I was trouble, you know I'm no good.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I don't know who you think you are, but making people scared won't get you very far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My girl, my girl, don't lie to meee...tell me where did you sleep last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ca totusi ea mai e undeva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to save you, I need you to save me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years, but you still have...all of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Got no friend, got no lover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Non, je ne regrette rien..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In a manner of speaking I just want to say that I could never forget the way you told me everything without saying nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it to late to remind you how we were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I will never let you fall, I will stand up for you forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Take my hand, and take my whole life too, 'cause I can't help falling in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We're like cars on a cable, and life's like an hourglass glued to the table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One night and one more time, thanks for the memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cand voi fi, inseamna ca m-ai dorit, cand te voi gasi, inseamna ca m-ai cautat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hope to lose myself for good...I hope you find me in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stropi de mare-n parul tau, urme de buze pe umarul meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chair nu-ti pasa deloc? Sunt doar un om, un visator...ce te iubeste enorm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got no reason for coming to me and the rain running down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me gooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat, but here's nothing new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body, I know not everybody's got a body like you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And you give yourself away, and you give...And you give yourself away...I can't live with or without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll stop the world and melt with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fuck you...Fuck you very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One foot wrong and I'm gonna fall, somebody catch me, somebody catch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Both hands tied behind my back for nothing, these times when we climbed so back to fall again, why we got to fall for it now?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't think that anybody feels the way I do, about you now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have to let it go...And just enjoy the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;M-am obisnuit sa ador o iubire care m-a ucis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still believe that we'll get it right again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E plin de fete...cu sufletul vandut la mall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm trouble y'all...I disturb my town..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned, but I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's only half past the point of no return, the tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn, the breath before the kiss and the fear before the phrase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A kiss with a fist is better than none...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm just breaking bad habits, you're the first one to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pun piesa noastra pe repeat si o ascult la nesfarsit...Mi-e dor de tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't care 'bout all the pain in front of me, 'cause I'm just tryin' to be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goin' nowhere...goin' nowhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing compares...nothing compares to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell, I've been addicted to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember you and me used to stay, the whole god damned day in bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Till the man of her dreams comes along, picks her up and puts her over his shoulder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se tanguie ca te rupi din inima ei si o doare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She said she'd rather fix her makeup, than try to fix what's going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're my cocaine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I break the rules and like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prea multe regrete si doar o viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Imperfect is the new perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wish I was special, you're so very special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It seems that we're making up more than we're making love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's got a smile, that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De ce te-ascunzi in mintea ta, iar pe mine ma uiti undeva langa tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment...You don't really want to mess with me tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Urma tocului fierbinte pe trotuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Urcat pe un munte ursuz si batran, stateam si priveam norii trecand si pe tine...pe tine cu ei alergand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You could not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I was crying when I met you, now I'm tryin' to forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Astazi nu iubesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i want you to know, with everything i won't let this go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Help me, I've got no soul to sell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You almost don't believe it, as every voice is hanging from the silence I'm tied up to this feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing to win and nothing left to lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let me tell you why I'd die for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You made me happier than I've been by far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It must have been some kind of illusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are the only exception...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Needing...for you to justify my love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Concrete jungle where dreams are made of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De ce ma vrei cum nu ma poti avea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coming up only to show you wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O prietenie care s-a fumat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe you'll rewrite my love song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am colour...blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate everything about you...why do I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever fall in love with someone you shouldn't fall in love with?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iarta-ma daca durerea ca ti-am plecat va fi mai mare decat norocul c-am venit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am done, smoking gun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I would've laid down and died for you, I no longer cry for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Found true love, lost your heart, now you don't know who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nu vreau sa ma gandesc, n-ai sa fii langa mine cand ma trezesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chiar de-i scurta, mult prea scurta viata mea, ti-o voi da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You'll never see me again, no matter what you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oriunde ai fi, eu te voi iubi...dulcea mea, amara mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lose yourself in the music, the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'd be with me and you'd never go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I won't be sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am crezut ca ma mint si ca te pot uita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's just you and me, and all other people, with nothing to prove, nothing to lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not loving you is harder than you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vine peste tine, te-ngheata, ploaia te loveste in fata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you more than you will ever know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-156305407607153455?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/156305407607153455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/remix-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/156305407607153455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/156305407607153455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2011/01/remix-de-2010.html' title='Remix de 2010'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-128697189790281593</id><published>2010-12-31T17:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:48:50.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzeDqRhM09w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/EzeDqRhM09w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fara motiv. E doar tulburator de frumoasa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-128697189790281593?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/128697189790281593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/128697189790281593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/128697189790281593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year :)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5400838166456556103</id><published>2010-12-30T16:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:13:28.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi doresc...</title><content type='html'>Ce ar fi ca sa ni se indeplineasca tuturor toate dorintele?...Mai gandeste-te putin...Probabil am fi cu totii cam dezamagiti...&lt;br /&gt;  Pana la urma dorintele nu sunt frumoase decat atunci cand nu se indeplinesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa ninga cu fulgi calzi.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa fie soare in fiecare zi.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa ploua doar cand vreau eu.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa mananc ciocolata in fiecare zi.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu existe decat iarna si vara.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu imi mai uit castile acasa.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa pot sa merg cand vreau unde vreau.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa arat ca Adriana Lima.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa am ochii verzi.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu imi mai fie pofta de ceva dulce in fiecare dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa am replici pentru toti loserii care se iau de mine pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu ma mai manance nasul cand am aluat de cozonac pe maini.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu imi mai fiie frig cand toat alumea moare de cald.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu mai incurc numerele in agenda telefonica.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu mai fiu asa de lenesa.&lt;br /&gt;  Imi doresc sa nu mai fie asa de departe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5400838166456556103?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5400838166456556103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/imi-doresc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5400838166456556103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5400838166456556103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/imi-doresc.html' title='Imi doresc...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3291603329650493679</id><published>2010-12-23T23:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:58:03.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>12:00</title><content type='html'>E &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ceva&lt;/span&gt; in momentul ala de dinainte de miezul noptii, in ziua de dinaintea craciunului, in gura de aer de dinaintea sarutului, in strangerea de inima de dinaintea examenului, in zambetul dupa o noapte de plans, in soarele care rasare in fiecare dimineata, in tresarirea pe care o ai cand te suna, in satisfactia pe care o ai dupa ce reusesti, in privirea avida cu care te fixeaza, in ritmul unei anumite melodii care te face fericit, in conversatia cu cineva la care tii...&lt;br /&gt; Un fior subtire dintr-un nerv, o unda de emotie care iti trece prin stomac si prin cosul pieptului...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ceva&lt;/span&gt; care te face sa traiesti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3291603329650493679?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3291603329650493679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/1200.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3291603329650493679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3291603329650493679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/1200.html' title='12:00'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3178882218494406294</id><published>2010-12-17T19:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:26:18.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da-te mah mai asa...</title><content type='html'>Cu riscu sa turbeze toti aia care inca ma ami cred "roackeritza 100%"...Azi a fost o zi de " da-te, ba, ca n-am loc de tine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="666" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQHrmK-gOFw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/DQHrmK-gOFw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="666" height="400"&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/4799004804054890123-3178882218494406294?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3178882218494406294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-te-mah-mai-asa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3178882218494406294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3178882218494406294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-te-mah-mai-asa.html' title='Da-te mah mai asa...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2066808392107976341</id><published>2010-12-06T21:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:30:51.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush...Crush...Crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I gota  lot to say to you, yeah I got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;I notice your eyes are always glued to me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping them here it makes no sense at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact! Exact! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnmPMeD-kOk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/XnmPMeD-kOk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-2066808392107976341?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2066808392107976341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/crushcrushcrush.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2066808392107976341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2066808392107976341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/crushcrushcrush.html' title='Crush...Crush...Crush...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1686819565473522188</id><published>2010-12-04T00:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:22:56.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ceea ce simt acum nu e tangent nici pe departe cu realitatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dezamagita de mizeria in care traiesc si din care fac parte, incerc sa evadez in mine...Stiu ca prin vene imi alearga soare, si tinerete si curaj si viata...Realizez ca pot si am dreptul sa sfidez realitatea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sunt nebuna de alb...Ninge, si ninge, zapada imi ingroapa gandurile. Parca mi s-a schimbat si tonul vocii, si culoarea vorbelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   M-am dezbracat de pretentii si griji si am lasat iarna sa ma umple de vise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1686819565473522188?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1686819565473522188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/ceea-ce-simt-acum-nu-e-tangent-nici-pe.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1686819565473522188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1686819565473522188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/ceea-ce-simt-acum-nu-e-tangent-nici-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2223809474427013488</id><published>2010-11-30T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:05:38.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/27RVIgW7L8c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/27RVIgW7L8c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Desprinsa de realitate, sprijinita in coate pe pervazul geamului, ma uit cum ninge. Gandurile parca mi se invart lent in spirale stranse, intr-atat incat ametesc...Leganata incet de melodie, de caldura si de cuvinte frumoase, inchid ochii si imi simt genele pe laturile palmelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ningeeeeeee. ningeeeeeee. ningeeeeeeee. E asa frumos :). De-abia astept sa ies maine afara :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-2223809474427013488?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2223809474427013488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-closest-thing-to-crazy-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2223809474427013488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2223809474427013488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-closest-thing-to-crazy-i-have.html' title='This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2495280857414325196</id><published>2010-11-27T23:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:12:42.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu...</title><content type='html'>Trotoarele ude lucesc usor sub lumina felinarelor de pe strada pustie. Luna e pe jumatate muscata de intunericul noptii, linistea ma apasa...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Doar zgomotul propriilor pasi, ca bataile neregulate ale inimii, imi tine gandurile oarecum ancorate de malurile sinuoase ale realitatii.&lt;br /&gt; Gandul imi zboara la tine...Ma infioara racoarea, te simt in tremurul corpului meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te caut fara sa te gasesc si totusi esti atat de aproape incat ne amestecam. Vantul imi ravaseste parul, si totusi in bataia lui iti simt degetele temator-hotarate...Trotuarele imi aluneca pe sub picioare. Fugar, imi privesc reflexia pentru un moment intr-o vitrina, sub un felinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te simt cum m-ai acaparat cu totul...De la arcul sprancenelor, la surasul buzelor,  la rotunjimea umarului, la liniile gambei. Ma inconjori ca o ceata, iar cand imi intind degetele si incerc sa te cuprind in palma ma lasi cu bratul intins, inca si mai avida decat inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca tu nu existi decat in mintea mea...Pentru ca te poate chema si B si C si R si V...Pentru ca de fapt stiu ca tu esti mai mult in mine decat in oricine altcineva, atat de strans lipit de pielea mea incat uneori mi se strange sufletul doar cand ma gandesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-2495280857414325196?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2495280857414325196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2495280857414325196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2495280857414325196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/tu.html' title='Tu...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1408821094317479105</id><published>2010-11-19T08:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:57:44.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt dezamagita.</title><content type='html'>Si suparata...Si God knows what else...Dar asta e viata, merg mai departe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1408821094317479105?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1408821094317479105/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunt-dezamagita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1408821094317479105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1408821094317479105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunt-dezamagita.html' title='Sunt dezamagita.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-216541796999973492</id><published>2010-11-18T11:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:58:33.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimic...</title><content type='html'>M-am lasat inghitita de voluptatea cuvintelor...Promisiuni negru pe alb. Incepusem sa cred in noi, cand m-am intrebat de ce o insiruire de litere pe un monitor, ceva atat de impersonal, m-ar putea face sa am incredere...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;De multe ori am impresia ca imi scapa esenta lucrurilor printre degete. Ma agat de lucruri neinsemnate, de gesturi pe care poate tu nu ti le mai amintesti. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a spus ca sunt indragostita...Ca te ascunzi dupa fiecare zambet al meu, ca imi luminezi privirea...Si poate ca sunt, pentru ca mi-e sete de sinceritate. Vrea sa fie totul simplu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ai zis ca nu vrei sa ma imparti cu nimeni, dar nu realizezi ca de fapt eu nu imi apartin nici macar mie...Si poate ca citind nici macar nu intelegi ce vreau sa spun, pentru ca tu nu pui mare pret pe vorbe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ce paradox, incepi sa semeni cu mine. Te contrazici singur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ce prostie...Probabil ca experienta a devenit un dezavantaj in cazul meu. Stiu prea bine cum se poate termina tot. Tu nu stii...Poate nu vrei sa te gandesti la asa ceva. Dar dupa apropae un an in care m-am pierdut de copilarie, tot ce vreau e sa ma privesti in ochi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am uitat ce vroiam sa zic...Mai bine termin. Sti, de fat am incredere ca am inceput sa fiu din nou copil :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-216541796999973492?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/216541796999973492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/216541796999973492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/216541796999973492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/nimic.html' title='Nimic...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-242114981848942106</id><published>2010-11-17T12:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:44:12.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love u more...day by day"</title><content type='html'>I do too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&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/4799004804054890123-242114981848942106?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/242114981848942106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-u-moreday-by-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/242114981848942106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/242114981848942106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-u-moreday-by-day.html' title='&quot;Love u more...day by day&quot;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3000979762141913251</id><published>2010-11-14T20:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:52:21.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>doo doo do do dooo doo do do...</title><content type='html'>Life's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unele momente din viata seamana cu cadrele unui film...Ieri dimineata luasem taxiul pana la Facultatea de Mate. Eram pe bancheta din spate cand taximetristul, un barbat gras de vreo 50 de ani cu o figura foarte comuna, a pornit radioul.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;suzanne vega tom&amp;#039;s diner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tzushky/0d13cb6ba72465.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=tzushky&amp;hash=0d13cb6ba72465&amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tzushky/0d13cb6ba72465.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=tzushky&amp;hash=0d13cb6ba72465&amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/diverse" title="diverse"&gt;  Asculta  mai multe  audio   diverse &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.trilulilu.ro%2Ftzushky%2F0d13cb6ba72465&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=448&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80&amp;amp;ref=trlfbmbdlk" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:448px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Melodia m-a facut sa tresar usor, desi n-o mai auzisem pana acum. Privirea mi-a alunecat spre fereastra Daciei albe. Treceam pe langa parcul Trandafilor. &lt;br /&gt; Dimineata insorita lumineaza copacii desfrunziti. Cerul se rula in fata ochilor mei, albastru senin, cu nori care semanau cu fluturi...Bateam usor tactul melodiei cu unghiile pe ecranul telefonului mobil cand soferul m-a intrebat "Domnisoara, sa opresc pe stanga sau pe dreapta?".&lt;br /&gt; Nu stiu de ce in momentul ala am avut o senzatie ciudata. Imi venea sa zambesc, mai aveam umpic si fredonam melodia...Oricum, in dimineata aia am avut o buna-dispozitie molipsitoare :). Poate ca avea de-a face si cu faptul ca am mers la film cu Bogdan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oricum, saptamana asta vreau sa fiu fericita. Va anunt daca reusesc :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3000979762141913251?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3000979762141913251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/doo-doo-do-do-dooo-doo-do-do.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3000979762141913251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3000979762141913251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/doo-doo-do-do-dooo-doo-do-do.html' title='doo doo do do dooo doo do do...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4478207157666152353</id><published>2010-11-07T21:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:28:32.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things might come for those who wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="460" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKsTdP7Bb9A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/LKsTdP7Bb9A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="283"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a luat putin mai mult de 4 luni ca sa realizez ca mi-e bine. Uneori simt ca sunt jos-jos de tot si am indoieli si d-astea...Dar azi am avut certitudinea, pentru un moment, ca totul o sa fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am asteptat. Si nu a fost usor. Am renuntat la unele chestii. Si acum vreo juma de ora am avut o revelatie in timp ce ascultam melodia de mai sus, peste care am dat intamplator : am mers pe drumul pe care trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand simt ca clachez deschid geamul si trag adanc aer in piept, cu ochii inchisi. E prea rece si prea sus, ca sa nu mi se goleasca mintea de toate prostiile. Si, undeva departe in mine, tin inchise lucrurile care ma readuc mereu pe linia de plutire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand simt ca pic, ma gandesc la sentimentul pe care il ai atunci cand ai reusit sa faci ceva de care nu te credea nimeni in stare, la euforia din momentele in care nu-ti pasa de nimic si iti vine sa zbori, la felul in care te simti cand cineva te tine in brate si nu te poti gandi la nimic care poate merge prost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca aerul curat e remediul perfect pentru orice...Si incerc sa nu uit ca "good things might come to those who wait".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4478207157666152353?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4478207157666152353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-2935339974269589576</id><published>2010-11-07T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:16:44.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate about you...</title><content type='html'>Urasc faptul ca traiesti la 74 de kilometri de Brasov...Adica urasc e prea putin spus...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It fuckin' drives me crazy!&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Urasc faptul ca faci pentru mine lucruri pe care eu nu le pot face pentru tine x-(&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca ajungi mereu la timp si eu mereu intarzii, asa ca ma simt eu mereu prost &gt;:P.&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca zici ca ai ochii caprui cand de fapt ii ai verzi...&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca asta e singurul subuect pe care ne putem certa...Si mie imi place sa ma cert.&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca ai o replica pentru orice si pentru ca esti mai narcisist decat mine :P&lt;br /&gt;Urasc faptul ca nu ma crezi atunci cand iti povestesc cat de rea sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca tu faci de toate si eu sunt atat de lenesaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Te urasc pentru ca imi spui "te iubesc" foarte rar si far sa ma astept, asa ca mi se inmoaie genunchii si nu mai pot gandi clar de fiecare data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cel mai important, te urasc pentru ca daca nu te-as iubi nu as mai avea de ce sa te urasc :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-2935339974269589576?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2935339974269589576/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2935339974269589576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/2935339974269589576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things I hate about you...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8974666704595288572</id><published>2010-11-05T20:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:39:42.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Cea mai la indemana fericire in momentul de fata ea cea la sticla, la pachet, la pliculet...fericire pentru lasi, neconditionata, practic, decat de bani...Si nici multi bani nu-ti trebuie, de fapt, ca sa fi "fericit" asa, nu-ti trebuie nimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Am mai auzit ca dragostea te face fericit. Probabil. Imi pot da seama de ce, dar si fericirea asta...De cele mai multe ori dragoste e doar de o singura parte, din cate inteleg eu...Si atunci...mai are rost fericirea care depinde doar de cineva?...Oare mai are rost sa te bazezi pe un factor in care nu poti avea incredere.&lt;br /&gt;Am trait si eu sentimentul ala caldut...God forbid, nu a fost iubire...Dar...cel putin infatuare adolescentina...stiu ce e aia. Si mi-am batut joc de cineva...Asa, cinic, cum stiu eu s-o fac. Stiu ca o sa se intoarca inapoi...De-aia mi-e mie frica acum...o "fericire" de cateva zile nu merita plansete si drame dupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine, deja divaghez. Pentru mine fericirea adevarata e aia pe care ti-o faci singur. Poate dureaza 10 secunde...Dar macar sti a pentru alea 10 secunde esti responsabil numai tu. E mare lucru sa te poti fericit...cel putin asa cred eu...nu stiu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8974666704595288572?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8974666704595288572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8974666704595288572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8974666704595288572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-441604884864377510</id><published>2010-10-25T10:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:12:19.567+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>E luni dimineata, am o tona de teme si teste si am un presentiment ca sptamana asta o sa fie de cacat. Dar eu sunt foarte chill :) Mai um umpic si mor de ras :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-441604884864377510?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/441604884864377510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/441604884864377510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/441604884864377510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1964549682512530536</id><published>2010-10-20T22:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:35:28.231+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys :))</title><content type='html'>Nu am pretentia sa fi stiut vreodata ce e iubirea. La urma urmei, la varsta asta e penibil sa vorbesti despre iubire cand de-abia incepi sa iti dai seama ce si cum e viata.&lt;br /&gt; Oricum, pana acum am fost foarte apropiata de trei persoane ( scot din discutie familia pentru ca apropierea asta e oarecum fortata ) care se intampal sa fie toate de sex masculin :). Pana acum nu am avut o "prietena cea mai buna" si mi-am pierdut total increderea in fetele de varsta mea. Adica am multe prietene, dar niciuneia nu i-as zice ce ii spun unui anumit prieten de-al meu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oricum, relatiile in sine cu persoanele astea trei sunt totalmente diferite...Una este prietenul meu cel mai bun, persoana care e langa mine tot timpul si la care tin, poate, mai mult decat la toti ceilalti. &lt;br /&gt;  Cealalalta e o persoana pe care am ajuns sa o cunosc foarte bine...Dar egoismul si idiotenia mea completa au indepartat-o foarte tare de mine. Totusi, cred ca subconstient, eu ma simt inca foarte aproape de persoana respectiva, desi stiu ca probabil ma considera o tarfa si o mincinoasa :|.&lt;br /&gt;  Si a treia...E persoana care ma face sa am fluturasi in stomac si dupa care mi se inmoaie genunchii. Cu el totul e mai simplu decat credeam ca ar putea fi, chit ca 74 de kilometri complica totul :). Si pentru prima oara nu simt nevoia sa epatez prin ceva ce nu sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cred, oricum, ca cheia in relatiile astea e faptul ca nu mi-a fost frica sa fiu ceea ce sunt. Si cu Rares si cu Bogdan ( nu mai pot sa evit numele :)) ) am fost sincera pana la capat, pentru ca...Pentru ca am invatat multe din prostiile pe care le-am facut.&lt;br /&gt; Oricat de ciudat ar parea pentru cei care ma cunosc, momentan nu ma mai las agatata, indiferent de cat de secsi e baiatul :))Cand cineva vine la mine si ma intreaba de numarul de telefon, adresa de mess sau zice cine stie ce replica smechera de agatat, nu pot decat sa ii zambesc si sa ii zic ca nu ma intereseaza. Si asta din mai multe motive, dar mai ales pentru ca mi-a trecut tot cheful de jucat...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Deci de ce sunt eu asa apropiata de baieti ( pe langa cei 3 de mai sus, am o plaja larga de cunostiinte masculine, fie amici, fie veri, tipi de gasca, tipi cu care am iesit, tipi care ar fi vrut sa iasa cu mine etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca baietii isi cer mereu scuze, chiar daca e vina ta. Pentru ca nu isi dau seama cat de dulci si draguti sunt uneori, fara sa incerce. Pentru ca mereu le e frica sa iti zica ce simt pentru tine, si de'aia trebuie sa-i tragi de limba.&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca vor mereu sa fie perfecti, si sunt tocmai pentru ca nu sunt :) Pentru ca tin la tine din cele mai evidenta, dar si din cele mai ciudate motive...Pentru ca treci peste ei mai repede decat trec ei peste tine...Pentru ca atunci cand cred ca au dat-o in bara si iti spun tot ce au pe suflet, sunt de fapt momentele in care te atasezi de ei cel mai tare.&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca nu ma pot certa niciodata cu Rares :) Pentru ca atunci cand ma cert cu ceilalti, e mereu din vina mea :). Pentru ca ne cred ( pe noi, femeile ) fragile si neajutorate, si apoi raman cu gura cascata cand isi dau seama cat de puternice suntem ( fizic, dar mai ales psihic).&lt;br /&gt; Pentru ca le trec toate ideile prostesti prin cap, si ei nu ezita sa le puna in aplicare. Pentru ca si-au dat seama ca daca reusesc sa ma faca sa rad, sansele le cresc cu 50 % :)). Pentru ca sunt in stare sa faca cele mai grele si mai tampite lucruri doar pentru ca tin la noi. &lt;br /&gt; Cred ca au grija de noi, cand de fapt isi dau seama ca noi avem grija de ei. Si cauta mereu intr-o prietena, desi nu vor sa recunoasca, ceva care sa le aminteasca de mamele sau bunicile lor. &lt;br /&gt;  Pentru ca &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; they're the best best friends ever&lt;/span&gt;...Pentru ca poti sa vorbesti cu ei despre chesii pe care ti-ar fi rusine sa le spui unei fete. Pentru ca sunt sinceri cand ii intrebi cum iti sta bluza x sau daca iti sta bine parul. Pentru ca iti asculta problemele cu prietenul si iti ofera un sfat in care chiar cred. Pentru ca nu barfesc si nu mint fara rost.&lt;br /&gt;  Pentru ca chair si cei care par " crai" si invart fetele pe degete au slabiciunile lor, de obieci pentru singura persoana pe care nu o pot avea. Pentru ca cel mai cool snetiment ever e cand te tine cineva strans in brate si iti doresti sa nu iti mai dea drumul.&lt;br /&gt;  Pentru ca ei stiu ca noi nu putem trai fara ei...si totusi nu prea profita de asta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1964549682512530536?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1964549682512530536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/boys.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1964549682512530536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1964549682512530536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/boys.html' title='Boys :))'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3137645922071164113</id><published>2010-10-18T21:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:39:53.198+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h833j3o1t5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/h833j3o1t5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Asculatm melodia asta la radio...M-a pus pe ganduri, nu pentru ca ar fi pe gustul meu, dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poate ar trebui sa nu ma mai gandesc la asta...Adica pana la urma nu regret nimic din ce am facut. De fapt, nu fapta in sine e cea pe care o regret, ci urmarile ei. &lt;br /&gt; Pana acum am cunoscut doar doua persoana cu care sa simt ca ma potrivesc perfect...Stiti, astrologia asta nu e doar bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fine, in fine, o sa scriu tot ce simt alta data.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Deocamdata ma gandeam la ceva foarte ciudat. Cineva, o persoana din familie ( de sex feminin), care nu m-a ami vazut de 3 luni, mi-a zis ceva interesant, pe care am inceput sa-l remarc si eu, personal.&lt;br /&gt;  M-am schimbat fizic. Foarte mult, din cate inteleg. Adica, nu stiu, observ ce spun altii despre mine, cum ma privesc baietii...E chiar interesant si nu pot zice ca imi displace :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3137645922071164113?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3137645922071164113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/regrete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3137645922071164113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3137645922071164113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/regrete.html' title='Regrete...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-346842871705957562</id><published>2010-10-16T01:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:28:27.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ma uit in urma mea....</title><content type='html'>Nu am somn....Deloc. Si asta pentru ca...&lt;br /&gt; Nu stiu, sincer. Simt ca imi lipseste ceva,desi nu imi pot da seama ce. Si totusi...&lt;br /&gt; Vreau sa alerg prin ploaie, sa am aprul ud si rece. Sa calc prin balti sa ma fac leoarca. Sa ma trezesc. Sunt prea amortita. Simt ca merg tot inainte fara sa ma uit in jur.&lt;br /&gt;  De fapt, nu. Ma uit prea mult inapoi. Si nu stiu....Nu inteleg ce vreau si in ce directie merg. Astept cu nerabdare momentul in care o sa-mi dau seama ce vreau de la viata. Deocamdata merg pe orice drum doar ca sa nu am opresc si fac o gramada de lucruri de-a drpetul stupide fara vre-un motiv anume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Uneori vreau sa par mai superficiala decat sunt. Adica, uneori chiar imi pasa. Si atunci nu inteleg de ce trebuie sa dau tuturor impresia ca ma doare in pix. &lt;br /&gt;  Am nevoie de cineva care sa ma asculte mai mult ca oricand si cred ca am gasitt cateva persoane. Insa imi vine foarte greu sa am incredere in cineva, asa ca...sunt prietena tuturor, dar, in acelasi timp, a nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  Oricum, maine dimineata o sa rasara soarele si o sa fiu fericita...Pana la urma, asta e important, ca reusesc sa am fac fericita :) Dar tot vreau sa ploua. I've never kissed in the rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8abN03FUGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/K8abN03FUGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-346842871705957562?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/346842871705957562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/nu-ma-uit-in-urma-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/346842871705957562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/346842871705957562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/nu-ma-uit-in-urma-mea.html' title='Nu ma uit in urma mea....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8554260233268799736</id><published>2010-10-05T10:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:34:07.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Las' ca trece!</title><content type='html'>Putem transforma orice intr-o tragedie. Stiu asta din proprie experienta. Si totuisi acum nu e vorba de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nu stiu de ce fix acum multe persoane care imi sunt foarte apropiate clacheaza. Din motive mai mult sau mai putin importante. Ideea e ca nu prea am cum sa le ajut, si sunt cam frustrata din cauza asta. Pentru ca  atunci cand se intampla sa-mi cada si mie cerul in cap, trebuie sa ma ridic singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oricat de mult mi-ar repeta cineva ca nu e nimic, ca trece, nu imi revin pana nu imi dau seama singura de asta. Asa sunt eu, si nu pot sa-i judec pe ceilalti decat in functie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dar eu nu ma consum. Dupa doua ore de facut urat, imi revin. Poate ca am norocul sa fiu mai puternica decat altii si sa pot sa tin pentru mine tot....Daca asta se poate numi putere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   E normal sa ai momente din'astea. Dar unii se consuma prea tare emotional si fizic. Si mi-e frica pentru ei. Oricat de mult incerc sa-i ajut par stangace si nu cred ca reusesc mare lucru. Si nu stiu ce sa fac altceva decat sa fiu langa ei si sa-i asigur ca pot sa se bazeze pe mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8554260233268799736?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8554260233268799736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/las-ca-trece.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8554260233268799736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8554260233268799736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/las-ca-trece.html' title='Las&apos; ca trece!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4447619975853738904</id><published>2010-10-03T13:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:07:38.321+03:00</updated><title type='text'>....like the movies...</title><content type='html'>No, it's not like the movies...sometimes it's even better :).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Incet- incet, incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu viata asta intoarsa pe dos. Incepe sa-mi placa :). &lt;br /&gt; I'm haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappy :)&lt;br /&gt; Mai ales dintr-un anumit punct de vedere ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ewTkrfaWtA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/9ewTkrfaWtA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&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/4799004804054890123-4447619975853738904?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4447619975853738904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4447619975853738904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4447619975853738904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-movies.html' title='....like the movies...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1195130036335495085</id><published>2010-09-30T22:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:15:49.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stessss...</title><content type='html'>In ultima vreme izbucnesc :). Sunt ca o sticla de Pepsi bine agitata, habar n-ai cand o sa tasnesc :)).&lt;br /&gt; Mi-e teama sa nu fac vreo prostie. Nu stiu. Scoala m astreseaza incredibil :)). Si acum am impresia ca lumea s-a intors cu fundu'n sus :)) Nu stiu de unde vine expresia asta, sau ce inseamna, dar in fine. Adica...Nu stiu, poate ca lucrurile au fost mereu atat de aiurea, numai ca nu le-am observat eu.&lt;br /&gt; Deocamdata incerc sa supravietuiesc..."How to survive a long-distance relationship?" "How to survive an enormous amount of homework" "How to survive ...".&lt;br /&gt; Sunt pur si simplu obosita. In weekend o sa dorm :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HVgB8wEeug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/5HVgB8wEeug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-1195130036335495085?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1195130036335495085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/stessss.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1195130036335495085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1195130036335495085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/stessss.html' title='Stessss...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4940112624861767378</id><published>2010-09-27T12:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:35:11.479+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viata e scurta - incalca regulile, iarta reoede, saruta incet, iubeste cu adevarat, razi necontrolat si nu regreta nimic care te-a facut sa zambesti :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4940112624861767378?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4940112624861767378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/viata-e-scurta-incalca-regulile-iarta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4940112624861767378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4940112624861767378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/viata-e-scurta-incalca-regulile-iarta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6157416735281110764</id><published>2010-09-25T22:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:21:15.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect kiss :)</title><content type='html'>Mi se pare mult mai putin siropos scris in engleza, asa ca o sa scriu in engleza just for the sake of it :))...Oricum...Poate par penibila si feminina....Adica sunt penibila si feminina :))...But I don't care, so what the fuck, I'll say it :))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So....The perfect kiss is the one you've been waiting for since forever, but still takes you by surprize :)&lt;br /&gt; It's long enough for you to feel it on your lips for days in a row, but short enough to take your breath away without leaving you with no air :))&lt;br /&gt; At first it feels reaaaallly light and then you just can't pull away.&lt;br /&gt; The time passes very slowly and very fast at the same time...&lt;br /&gt; And it ends when either one of you can't hold his smile anymore :)&lt;br /&gt; And then you keep thinking about it every time you can't go to sleep, and dream the nicest dream ever...&lt;br /&gt; You just have to wait for it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6157416735281110764?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6157416735281110764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6157416735281110764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6157416735281110764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-kiss.html' title='The perfect kiss :)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1359250098611494041</id><published>2010-09-19T15:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:53:24.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorelei - Ionel Teodoreanu</title><content type='html'>Am ajuns la concluzia ca mi-e mult mai usor sa citesc decat sa scriu. Asa ca m-am hotarat sa scriu ce impresia mi-a lasat cartea pe care am inceput-o si am terminat-o azi noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Pe harfa rastrnata a ierburilor tale, Vara, trupul si sufletul meu sint inceputul unui mare cantec si tremurul mainii care il cauta...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Personal, sunt de parere ca romanul merita citit, nu pentru subiect, ci pentru modul in care este prezentat. Ionel Teodoreanu scrie melodios, cu fraze lungi si parca "fardate", romanul parand parca un pretext pentru ca el sa-si insire descrierile si metaforele...&lt;br /&gt; Personajele romanului sunt atat de ireale...Povestea urmareste viata Luciei Novleanu, privita dintr-o perspectiva relativ impartiala. Obiectiv vorbind, existenta ei este relativ banala.&lt;br /&gt; Creste intr-un camin linistit, inconjurata de dragostea parintilor ei. La terminarea liceului se indragosteste de Catul Bogdan, un scriitor mult mai in varsta, cu care se casatoreste. La varsta de douazeci si doi de ani, moare dupa o criza de apendicita. Vaduvul ei se casatoreste cu cea mai buna prietena a decedatei, apoi se sinucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Povestea pare "seaca", dar...mie mi-a placut cartea. Personajele sunt atat de ireale...Framantarile interioare ale Catului in timp ce lucreaza la romanele sale, singuratatea lui Luli in tot acest timp, talentul ei literar care rabufneste in scrisori-farsa pe care i le trimite propriului ei sot, sub pseudonimul unei admiratoare secrete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Catul sufera enorm la pierderea lui Luli, dar reuseste s-o iubeasca pe Gabriela pentru ca o crede autoarea scrisorilor pe care le primeste, de fapt, de la Luli. Mi-a placut mult modul in care Catul o iubeste, involuntar si fara stirea sa, pe Luli, chair dupa moartea ei...&lt;br /&gt; Sinuciderea sa se bazeaza pe un rationament simplu, dar fin...Realizeaza ca viata sa a inceput odata cu Luli si se va sfarsi odata cu ea..Stie ca o poate iubi doar pe ea, fapt care i se demonstreaza prin inatmpalrea cu scrisorile...Si atunci moare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E scris frumos, poate prea frumos. Mi-a placut mult. As vrea sa citeasca si altcineva si sa imi spuna ce crede, sunt curioasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1359250098611494041?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1359250098611494041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/lorelei-ionel-teodoreanu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1359250098611494041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1359250098611494041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/lorelei-ionel-teodoreanu.html' title='Lorelei - Ionel Teodoreanu'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-755728546225973025</id><published>2010-09-16T10:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:34:43.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Septembrie, joi :))</title><content type='html'>Incep si eu sa ma bucur de septembrie ;). Totul are calmul grav al unui tablou, animat doar de luptele absurde din capul meu. &lt;br /&gt; De fapt, realizez ca incepe sa-mi placa toamna. Poate pana la sfarsit o sa-i scriu si ei o lista cu "101 things...".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqX2WIB3xQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/KqX2WIB3xQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-755728546225973025?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/755728546225973025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/septembrie-joi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/755728546225973025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/755728546225973025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/septembrie-joi.html' title='Septembrie, joi :))'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3272749448317828812</id><published>2010-09-15T22:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:42:54.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si credeam ca doar eu....</title><content type='html'>...am fost rea si am facut asa ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOs7_qUzYEY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/eOs7_qUzYEY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-3272749448317828812?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3272749448317828812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/si-credeam-ca-doar-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3272749448317828812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3272749448317828812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/si-credeam-ca-doar-eu.html' title='Si credeam ca doar eu....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1498011370620877438</id><published>2010-09-15T11:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:08:55.591+03:00</updated><title type='text'>After the storm...</title><content type='html'>E odimineata foarte frumoasa. Soarele imi intra in ochi de ceva vreme si e inferna; de cald, dar macar mi-am facut temele si pot sa stau si sa nu fac nimica.&lt;br /&gt; E incredibil cat de multe pot face zece ore de somn :). Aseara voiam sa ma ia cineva de mana si sa-mi zica "Hai, gata!"azi nu mai astept nimic. Ma descurc si singura ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sunt curioasa daca...Nu conteaza, important e ca sunt mai bine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-1498011370620877438?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1498011370620877438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1498011370620877438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1498011370620877438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-storm.html' title='After the storm...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6443397002238591764</id><published>2010-09-14T21:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:05:00.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am crezut ca ma mint si ca te pot uita...</title><content type='html'>Nu prea pot descrie in cuvinte felul in care ma simt. Mi se pare ca totul e un dezastru. Toate chestiile care ma deranjeaza de ceva vreme s-au adunat, si acum m-am prabusit pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt; In seara asta mi-e frica sa ma gandesc, pentru ca totul pare asa, ca un nor negru deasupra mea. Si dau muzica la maxim, deschid larg geamul si ma prefac ca nu mai exist.&lt;br /&gt; Am momente in care sunt la pamant din punct de vedere moral. Nu m-am mai simtit asa de aproape un an...Adica am avut o gramada de caderi ca asta, numai ca a fost acolo cineva care stia exact ce sa faca ca sa ma ridice. Nu imi vine sa cred ca acum ii simt atat de rau lipsa, si asta doar din cauza mea.&lt;br /&gt; O sa fie mai bine. O sa fie mai bine. O sa fie mai bine.&lt;br /&gt; Asta imi zic mereu. Pana o sa ajung sa cred.&lt;br /&gt; Pana atunci ascult melodia asta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvKP6NDv-Qg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/pvKP6NDv-Qg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-6443397002238591764?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6443397002238591764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-crezut-ca-ma-mint-si-ca-te-pot-uita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6443397002238591764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6443397002238591764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-crezut-ca-ma-mint-si-ca-te-pot-uita.html' title='Am crezut ca ma mint si ca te pot uita...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1374562733264263026</id><published>2010-09-11T12:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:10:22.055+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>N-am mai scris pentru ca nu am mai avut timp. Nici acum nu prea am, dar nu conteaza pentru ca vreau neparat sa scriu ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPR2bK3kL5c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPR2bK3kL5c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&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/4799004804054890123-1374562733264263026?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1374562733264263026/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1374562733264263026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1374562733264263026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8523884162858257849</id><published>2010-09-09T00:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:26:32.718+03:00</updated><title type='text'>About trust...i guess...</title><content type='html'>Nu se stie cand o sa mai pot scrie, asa ca m-am decis sa mai scriu cate ceva si despre mine...&lt;br /&gt; Nu sunt genul de persoana care sa se simta bine singura...Am nevoie de prieteni, chit ca unii dintre ei numai "prieteni" nu sunt. Imi place sa ma inconjor de oameni, fara sa-mi pese prea mult de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ce fel de oameni &lt;/span&gt;sunt ei.&lt;br /&gt; Poate ca e principala mea greseala si motivul pentru care am avut atatea false prietene si probleme din cauza lor. Oricum, nu despre asta vroiam sa scriu, ci despre faptul ca, in ultima vreme, am inceput sa ma gandesc mai mult la...felul in care sunt legata de cei din jur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In ultima vreme, am tinut legatura cu un cerc foarte restrans de persoane...Si sunt oarecum mandra de mine pentru chestia asta, pentru ca am inceput sa apreciez calitatea, nu cantitatea.&lt;br /&gt; De asemenea, am invatat sa nu mai am o incredere oarba in oricine, si sa pastrez o anumita distanta emotionala pana ma conving ca o persoana imi merita sau nu increderea sau afectiunea. Pot parea egoista, dar mi s-a intamplat de multe ori sa imprastii cu sentimente in stanga si in dreapta si sa ma trezesc la realitate mai tarziu...&lt;br /&gt; Faza asta cu increderea e valabila si in relatii ( o sa vorbesc in general, desii ma refer la un caz particular :))..de fapt, pentru mine conteaza mai ales in relatii.&lt;br /&gt; Atata vreme cat cunosc pe cineva de cateva luni, nu pot sa fiu sigura de faptul ca el nu ma minte, isi tine promisiunile etc. , mai ales pentru ca locuim la 70 de kilometri distanta.&lt;br /&gt; Si as fi total ridicola incercand sa-l monitorizez 24/7 si sa verific tot ce zice, si nici macar asta nu m-ar asigura 100% ca merita sa ma bazez pe el.&lt;br /&gt; Dar avand in vedere ca am unele sentimente pentru persoana in cauza, trebuie sa ii acord ceva incredere, asa, din oficiu...cadou :)), la inceput. Si in functie de cum evolueaza lucrurile, decid singura daca ii mai dau :)).&lt;br /&gt; M-am gandit mult, si cred ca toate asa zisele mele "relatii" de dianinte s-au stricat din cauza asta. Cineva s-a aruncat inainte si a avut incredere oarba in celalat inca de la inceput. Si cum uneori acel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;celalalt&lt;/span&gt; nu stia cat de mult se baza partenerul pe ei, au aavut o mica scapare...sau un amai mare. Si relatia s-a facut varza, pentru ca cineva a fost dezamagit de altcineva.&lt;br /&gt; Cred ca nimeni nu va intelege nimic din postarea asta, dar nu prea conteaza.&lt;br /&gt; Oricum, ideea e ca acum incerc sa pastrez o oarecare distanta fata de el ( si uneori e foarte greu, believe me) pana cand ma conving ca merita pentru ca nu am chef sa fiu dezamagita...din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="340" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-I2s5zRbHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-I2s5zRbHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="225"&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/4799004804054890123-8523884162858257849?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8523884162858257849/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/about-trusti-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8523884162858257849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8523884162858257849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/about-trusti-guess.html' title='About trust...i guess...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6070771419329817071</id><published>2010-09-08T21:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:14:39.802+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxul vremurilor noastre...de Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.picfor.me/0017C50/Just-because-Im-busy-doesnt-mean-i-dont-love-you-design-quotes-words-k-album-sayings-ceca-comments-no-1-funny-d-Mette-wrd-saying-tags-popi-Sexy-women-cool-romantic-Monika-iloveu-asa-misc-3-Quotes-Sayings-MY-ALBUM_picFORme_01-Yb-Hello-love-quotes-Misc-Quote-me-Becca-sandee_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://media.picfor.me/0017C50/Just-because-Im-busy-doesnt-mean-i-dont-love-you-design-quotes-words-k-album-sayings-ceca-comments-no-1-funny-d-Mette-wrd-saying-tags-popi-Sexy-women-cool-romantic-Monika-iloveu-asa-misc-3-Quotes-Sayings-MY-ALBUM_picFORme_01-Yb-Hello-love-quotes-Misc-Quote-me-Becca-sandee_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxul vremurilor noastre în istorie este ca avem:&lt;br /&gt;cladiri mai mari, dar suflete mai mici;&lt;br /&gt;autostrazi mai largi, dar minti mai înguste.&lt;br /&gt;Cheltuim mai mult, dar avem mai putin;&lt;br /&gt;cumparam mai mult, dar ne bucuram mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;Avem case mai mari, dar familii mai mici,&lt;br /&gt;Avem mai multe accesorii, dar mai putin timp;&lt;br /&gt;avem mai multe functii, dar mai putina minte,&lt;br /&gt;mai multe cunostinte, dar mai putina judecata;&lt;br /&gt;mai multi experti si totusi mai multe probleme,&lt;br /&gt;mai multa medicina, dar mai putina sanatate.&lt;br /&gt;Bem prea mult, fumam prea mult,&lt;br /&gt;Cheltuim prea nesabuit,&lt;br /&gt;Râdem prea putin,&lt;br /&gt;Conducem prea repede,&lt;br /&gt;Ne enervam prea tare,&lt;br /&gt;Ne culcam prea târziu, ne sculam prea obositi,&lt;br /&gt;Citim prea putin, ne uitam prea mult la televizor si&lt;br /&gt;ne rugam prea rar.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am multiplicat averile, dar ne-am redus valorile.&lt;br /&gt;Vorbim prea mult, iubim prea rar si urâm prea des.&lt;br /&gt;Am învatat cum sa ne câstigam existenta, dar nu cum sa&lt;br /&gt;ne facem o viata,&lt;br /&gt;Am adaugat ani vietii si nu viata anilor.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns pâna la luna si înapoi, dar avem probleme&lt;br /&gt;când trebuie sa traversam strada sa facem cunostinta&lt;br /&gt;cu un vecin.&lt;br /&gt;Am cucerit spatiul cosmic, dar nu si pe cel interior.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut lucruri mai mari, dar nu si mai bune.&lt;br /&gt;Am curatat aerul, dar am poluat solul.&lt;br /&gt;Am cucerit atomul, dar nu si prejudecatile noastre.&lt;br /&gt;Scriem mai mult, dar învatam mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;Planuim mai multe, dar realizam mai putine.&lt;br /&gt;Am învatat sa ne grabim, dar nu si sa asteptam.&lt;br /&gt;Am construit mai multe calculatoare: sa detina mai&lt;br /&gt;multe informatii, sa produca mai multe copii ca&lt;br /&gt;niciodata, dar comunicam din ce în ce mai&lt;br /&gt;putin.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile fast-food-urilor si digestiei&lt;br /&gt;încete; oamenilor mari si caracterelor meschine;&lt;br /&gt;profiturilor rapide si relatiilor superficiale.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile în care avem doua venituri, dar&lt;br /&gt;mai multe divorturi,&lt;br /&gt;Case mai frumoase, dar camine destramate.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile în care avem excursii rapide,&lt;br /&gt;scutece de unica folosinta,&lt;br /&gt;moralitate de doi bani, aventuri de-o noapte,&lt;br /&gt;corpuri supraponderale si pastile care îti induc orice&lt;br /&gt;stare, de la bucurie, la liniste si la moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt niste vremuri în care sunt prea multe vitrine,&lt;br /&gt;dar nimic în interior.&lt;br /&gt;Vremuri în care tehnologia îti poate aduce aceasta&lt;br /&gt;scrisoare si în care&lt;br /&gt;poti decide&lt;br /&gt;fie sa împartasesti acest punct de vedere,&lt;br /&gt;fie sa stergi aceste randuri.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-ti petreci timp cu persoanele iubite,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu vor fi lânga tine o eternitate.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui o vorba buna copilului care te&lt;br /&gt;veneraza, pentru ca acel copil va creste curând si va&lt;br /&gt;pleca de lânga tine.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-l îmbratisezi cu dragoste pe cel de&lt;br /&gt;lânga tine pentru ca aceasta este singura comoara pe&lt;br /&gt;care o poti oferi cu inima si nu te&lt;br /&gt;costa&lt;br /&gt;nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui “TE IUBESC” partenerului si&lt;br /&gt;persoanelor pe care le îndragesti, dar mai ales sa o&lt;br /&gt;spui din inima.&lt;br /&gt;O sarutare si o îmbratisare vor alina durerea atunci&lt;br /&gt;când sunt sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-i tii pe cei dragi de mâna si sa&lt;br /&gt;pretuiesti acel moment pentru ca într-o zi acea&lt;br /&gt;persoana nu va mai fi lânga tine.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-ti timp sa iubesti, fa-ti timp sa vorbesti, fa-ti&lt;br /&gt;timp sa împartasesti gândurile pretioase pe care le&lt;br /&gt;ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6070771419329817071?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6070771419329817071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/paradoxul-vremurilor-noastre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6070771419329817071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6070771419329817071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/paradoxul-vremurilor-noastre.html' title='Paradoxul vremurilor noastre...de Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7056192520672416832</id><published>2010-09-07T19:32:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:02:20.866+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittersweet'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet ...Prolog</title><content type='html'>- Aprinde-mi si mie tigara...&lt;br /&gt; El rade si scoate bricheta din buzunar. Mi-e sila, ii urmaresc mana tremuranda si ma gandesc la cat de gresit e tot ce fac. In spatele blocului, sprijinita de zidul mazgalit, cu tigara in mana, in fata unui baiat care nu cred ca mai inseamna nimic pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt; Imi aud zgomotul pasilor pe asfalt in timp ce autobuzul pleaca din statie, scartaind. Strada e intunecata si pustie, pare mai prietenoasa si mai intima asa... Imi scot hanoracul din rucsac si-l imbrac, pentru ca tricoul a prins miros de fum.&lt;br /&gt; Stiu foarte bine ca ma port ca o proasta...Oare cum spunea Teo? Ca o oaie, acum imi amintesc.&lt;br /&gt; Telefonul imi vibreaza in buzunar de ceva timp, dar nu-l observ decat acum. Raspund fara sa privesc ecranul, stiu exact cine m-ar putea cauta la ora asta...&lt;br /&gt; - Neatza! Deja mi-e dor de tine...&lt;br /&gt; Vocea lui ma irita.&lt;br /&gt; -Serios? ii raspund plictisita.&lt;br /&gt; -Kitty, ce-i cu tine? Si cand ne-am intalnit erai cu fundu'n sus...Zi-mi ce dracu' ai?&lt;br /&gt; -Chiar n-am chef sa ne certam acum. E al naibii de frig, trebuia sa fiu acasa acum un sfert de ora si miros ca o scrumiera...&lt;br /&gt; -Am inteles...Te las, vorbim pe mess cand ajungi acasa. Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt; Nu inteleg de ce ma enerveaza atat de tare...&lt;br /&gt; -Vad daca intru...Si eu...Pa!&lt;br /&gt; -Si tu ce? &lt;br /&gt; -Alex, sti ce vreau sa zic.&lt;br /&gt; Ii inchid, m-am saturat de fazele astea seci. De fapt, m-am saturat de Alex, de pachetele lui de Kent...M-am saturat sa vorbesc singura. Cum ajung acasa intru pe net si vorbesc cu Teo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-7056192520672416832?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7056192520672416832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/bittersweet-prolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7056192520672416832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7056192520672416832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/bittersweet-prolog.html' title='Bittersweet ...Prolog'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-1450950746350994445</id><published>2010-09-07T11:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:05:09.832+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Just random comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never had to say goodbye, you must have known I wouldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; some things are so obvious, but we become so blinded by infatuation that we can't acknowledge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;While you were talking about our life, you killed the beauty of today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for some people, happiness is along term...plan, that they make in their heads. others can find happiness in little unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forever and ever, life is now or never, forever never comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nothing lasts forever...we all know that "happily ever after" is just bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You never heard me break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people grow apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You didn't wake up when we died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...sometimes so seamlessly that they don't even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Since I was lonely from the start, I think the end is mine to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ending it yourself hurts less.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forever never comes around, people love and let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; love is viewed as something ordinary...people make up and break up every day, it happens and you can't avoid the fact that it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Forever's gonna slow you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; some think that you should live your life...every second of it.and plans are only going to slow you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'll never see me again, so now who's gonna cry for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no one is worth your tears, because the one who is won't ever make you cry...bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'll never see me again, no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; it's over...move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcBnhn0SBEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/AcBnhn0SBEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-1450950746350994445?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1450950746350994445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random-comments.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1450950746350994445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/1450950746350994445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random-comments.html' title='Just random comments'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-12212943807478934</id><published>2010-09-06T19:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:03:15.497+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101'/><title type='text'>101 things about me...</title><content type='html'>1. Tot timpul mie greu sa incep si sa termin ceva.&lt;br /&gt;  2. Sunt egoista, de multe ori fara sa-mi dau seama.&lt;br /&gt;  3. Sunt prea putine persoane care chiar conteaza pentru mine in momentul de fata.&lt;br /&gt;  4. Tin un jurnal de aproximativ trei ani...E unul din singurele lucruri la care sunt consecventa.&lt;br /&gt;  5. Am momente in care sunt extrem de superficiala. Si din cauza asta am avut o gramada de probleme, deci incerc sa ma corectez.&lt;br /&gt;  6. Sunt un paradox in aproape toate privintele.&lt;br /&gt;  7. Imi place enorm sa citesc.&lt;br /&gt;  8. Cartea mea preferata e "Micul print".&lt;br /&gt;  9. Rad aproape tot timpul.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Sunt destul de impulsiva...Nu stau sa analizez decat daca e ceva ce mi se pare important.&lt;br /&gt; 11. Daca as putea alege un anotimp care sa dureze tot anul, as alege iarna. Macara asa sti al ce sa te astepti din aprtea vremii.&lt;br /&gt; 12. Daca as putea picta toata planeta o culaore, as picta-o mov&lt;br /&gt; 13. Daca as putea sa am raspunsul la o singura intrebare, as intreba "Cine sunt?"&lt;br /&gt; 14. Mi s-a dat , mai de mult, intr-un chestionar tampit, sa aleg intre a fi surda sau oarba...cred ca aleg sa fiu oarba.&lt;br /&gt; 15. Sunt convinsa, dupa cum zice Rares, ca viata n-ar insemna aproape nimic fara muzica.&lt;br /&gt; 16. Am un caiet foarte gros in care sunt numai versuri de melodii.&lt;br /&gt; 17. Sunt oarecum supersititioasa. &lt;br /&gt; 18. Primul lucru pe care il vad la un baiat sunt buzele /:).&lt;br /&gt; 19. Daca as putea schimba ceva la mine...m-as face mai hotarata si mai rabdatoare.&lt;br /&gt; 20. Ma atasez foarte usor de unele lucruri si unele persoane.&lt;br /&gt; 21. Insa nu imi ia mult sa uit pe cineva.&lt;br /&gt; 22. Sunt foarte mandra, si nu suport sa fiu jignita in vreun fel.&lt;br /&gt; 23. Sunt putine lucruri pe care chiar le urasc...&lt;br /&gt; 24. Cel mai mult urasc persoanele prefacute, sau cu "interese". Mai bine imi esti dusman pe fata decat "prieten".&lt;br /&gt; 25. Nu sunt foarte invidioasa, dar sunt mai geloasa decat ar trebui. ( sper ca stiti diferenta)&lt;br /&gt; 26. Imi place sa deschid geamul aproape de miezul noprii si sa trag mult aer in piept.&lt;br /&gt; 27. Citesc foarte repede si scriu relativ incet.&lt;br /&gt; 28. Pastrez o gramada de maruntisuri care nu inseamna nimic si care imi palc fara vreun motiv anume.&lt;br /&gt; 29. Plang foarte usor.&lt;br /&gt; 30. Cu toate astea, majoritatea persoanelor pe care le cunosc zic ca sunt "the happiest person they know".&lt;br /&gt; 31. Nu prea imi plac peisajele...Cum nu-mi plac tablourile fara personaje.&lt;br /&gt; 32. Imi place sa vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt; 33. Mie o frica teribila sa imbatranesc.&lt;br /&gt; 34. Uneori tastez prea repede si scriu aberatii neinteligibile.&lt;br /&gt; 35. Sunt mai copilaroasa decat ar crede unii.&lt;br /&gt; 36. Daca as putea manca ceva toata viata, as manca cirese.&lt;br /&gt; 37. Sunt prea influentabila.&lt;br /&gt; 38. Pot sa fiu foarte rea, si foaaaarte obraznica daca vreau.&lt;br /&gt; 39. Nu gandesc destul de plastic si de abstract ca sa pot sa scriu sau sa citesc poezie. Inca.&lt;br /&gt; 40. Am o placere vinovata in a citi romane politiste scrise prost.&lt;br /&gt; 41. Uneori "fac misto" de lucrurile de care sunt cel mai speriata.&lt;br /&gt; 42. Iti ia foarte mult sa ajungi sa ma cunosti.&lt;br /&gt; 43. Imi place sa merg pe strada fara destinatie si sa ma uit la oameni.&lt;br /&gt; 44. Sunt in stare sa vorbesc ore in sir despre nimic.&lt;br /&gt; 45. Sunt cea mai dezordonata persoana pe care o cunosc.&lt;br /&gt; 46. Seman mai mult decat imi place sa recunosc cu Scarlet O'Hara din "Pe aripile Vantului".&lt;br /&gt; 47. Florile mele preferate sunt...suuunt...nu am o floare preferata. De fapt nu prea imi plac florile.&lt;br /&gt; 48. Daca as putea avea o super-putere...mi-ar placea sa zbor...si sa citesc ganduri ;)&lt;br /&gt; 49. Visez cu ochii deschisi 80% din timpul in care sunt treaza.&lt;br /&gt; 50. Sunt genul de persoana care nu judeca  dupa aparente.&lt;br /&gt; 51. Oricat de ciudat ar suna, I like living. Imi place sa mi se inatmple lucruri, sa ma cert, sa ma impac, sa rad, sa ma cert iarasi :))...&lt;br /&gt; 52. Daca as putea locui oriunde vreau, m-as muta...m-as muta...cred ca la mare in timpul verii.&lt;br /&gt; 53. Ador ninsoarea...si vantul puternic.&lt;br /&gt; 54. Imi pierd foarte usor lucrurile, dupa care le gasesc exact cand nu mai am nevoie de ele.&lt;br /&gt; 55. I love dancing with myself.&lt;br /&gt; 56. Imi place sa mananc ciocolata foarte incet ;))&lt;br /&gt; 57. Cred ca tin la foarte putine persoane. &lt;br /&gt; 58. Nu prea aveam incredere in natura umana inainte sa il cunosc pe Rares.&lt;br /&gt; 59. Ma aprind foarte repede...&lt;br /&gt; 60. Imi place sa imi aleg cu grija cuvintele cand vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt; 61. Uneori imi place enorm vocea cuiva, fara sa-mi placa neaparat persoana respectiva.&lt;br /&gt; 62. Prima oara m-am indragostit in clasa a doua, de Winnetou. Vorbesc foarte serios :))&lt;br /&gt; 63. Imi place s studiez atent oameni necunoscuti, dupa care sa ii descriu in detaliu.&lt;br /&gt; 64. In momentul de fata mi-as dori o saltea uriasa si incredibil de moale pe care sa topai pana mi se face somn si adorm :).&lt;br /&gt; 65. Imi urasc constiinta.&lt;br /&gt; 66. Am fost intrebata care e "cea mai misto senzatie" din punctul meu de vedere...M-am gandit ceva vreme, cred ca e primul sarut dintr-o relatie. Desi depinde, de la caz la caz...&lt;br /&gt; 67. Imi place la nebunie sa intru in casa si sa ma ghemuiesc sub paturi cand e ger afara.&lt;br /&gt; 68. In general, nu-mi plac oamenii batrani.&lt;br /&gt; 69. Cu toate astea, imi place mult sa vorbesc cu bunica, dar mai ales cu bunicul .&lt;br /&gt; 70. Mi-as dori o pisica...una lenesa, cu un aer superior si contemplativ.&lt;br /&gt; 71. Nu imi palc oamenii cu idei fixe.&lt;br /&gt; 72. Sunt foarte incapatanata, uneori uit si motivul :))&lt;br /&gt; 73. Am perioade cand ascult o melodie non-stop, dupa care uit complet de ea.&lt;br /&gt; 74. Imi place mult mirosul de portocala...ce vorbesc, il ador.&lt;br /&gt; 75. Nu pot functiona cum trebuie daca nu dorm cel putin sapte ore.&lt;br /&gt; 76. Uneori ma agit fara rost pentru niste lucruri de nimic...Incerc sa-mi reamintesc ca "nothing really matters".&lt;br /&gt; 78. Uneori mi se intampal sa privesc minute in sir in gol si sa ma gandesc la "nimic".&lt;br /&gt; 79. Imi place cum suna limba romana...Are o muzicalitate aparte, nu cunosc multa lume care s-o aprecieze.&lt;br /&gt; 80. Sunt atrasa de oamenii care au avut...o soarta tragica ( cat de ciudat suna). Vezi Kurt Cobain, Freddy Mercury...&lt;br /&gt; 81. In general, imi place sa traiesc momentul...nu ma gandesc prea mult la viitor.&lt;br /&gt; 82. Imi ia foarte mult sa pot iubi o persoana, in afara de familie ( pentru care asta vine aproape ca un reflex) nu prea cred ca iubesc pe cineva. Cel mult tin foarte mult la o persoana...&lt;br /&gt; 83. Sunt destul de curajoasa. Adica am momente cand nu mi-e friac de nimic.&lt;br /&gt; 84. Cand sunt singura si nu am ce face, imi imaginez lucruri total aiurea "to entertain myself".&lt;br /&gt; 85. Am un scris foarte ciudat. Astazi scriu incliant, spre stanga, maine spre drepta, poimaine cu litere de tipar...nici eu nu inteleg de ce si cum reusesc.&lt;br /&gt; 86. Nu stiu niciodata ce vreau. Stiu doar ce cred ca vreau, lucru foarte relativ...&lt;br /&gt; 87. Am incredere ca intr-o zi voi avea o idee geniala si voi scrie ceva realmente deosebit.&lt;br /&gt; 88. Ma impresioneaza toate nimicurile.&lt;br /&gt; 89. Nu cred ca imi doresc copii.&lt;br /&gt; 90. Nu am incredere absoluta decat in parinti si intr-o singura persoana...sigur stie cine e.&lt;br /&gt; 91. Vara care atrecut m-a schimbat mult...din multe puncte de vedere.&lt;br /&gt; 92. Exista o singura persoana cu care pot sa vorbesc oricat, oricand si despre orice....in afara de mama.&lt;br /&gt; 93. Mi-ar palcea sa cunosc toate limbile planetei.&lt;br /&gt; 94. Ma simt destul de ciudat ca nu mai stiu ce sa scriu despre mine...credeam ca sunt mai complexa de atat.&lt;br /&gt; 95. Mi-ar placea sa cred in povestea cu "sufeltele pereche"...Daca e adevarata, atunci poate as privi altfel unele lucruri.&lt;br /&gt; 96. Nu suport sa fiu singura mult timp...&lt;br /&gt; 97. Uneori sunt foarte lenesa...&lt;br /&gt; 98. Daca as fi putut sa-mi aleg sexul la nastere, as fi ales sa fiu tot femeie.&lt;br /&gt; 99. Imi place sa dorm. &lt;br /&gt;100. Sunt foarte orgolioasa...&lt;br /&gt;101. Cu toate ca sunt ametita, egoista, dezordonata, vanitoasa, superficiala etc le sunt foarte recunoscatoare persoanelor care tin la mn si ma accepta asa cum sunt...si sper ca si ele stiu ca sentimentul e reciproc ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-12212943807478934?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/12212943807478934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/101-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/12212943807478934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/12212943807478934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/09/101-things-about-me.html' title='101 things about me...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5937398338501185473</id><published>2010-09-01T02:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:03:51.640+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101'/><title type='text'>101 de lucruri pe care le iubesc la vara</title><content type='html'>1. soarele&lt;br /&gt;  2. bronzul&lt;br /&gt;  3. marea&lt;br /&gt;  4. gustul sarat pe care il am pe buze dupa ce inot&lt;br /&gt;  5. fresh-ul de portocale&lt;br /&gt;  6. pantalonii scurti&lt;br /&gt;  7. ochelarii de soare&lt;br /&gt;  8. dupa-amiezele lenese in care n-am chef sa fac nimic &lt;br /&gt;  9. facutul bagajelor&lt;br /&gt; 10. nisipul care reuseste sa se strecoare peste tot&lt;br /&gt; 11. cititul pe plaja&lt;br /&gt; 12. plimbarile prin parc cu rolele&lt;br /&gt; 13. furtunile&lt;br /&gt; 14. picnicurile&lt;br /&gt; 15. florile salbatice de pe marginea autostrazii&lt;br /&gt; 16. cainii cu limbile scoase pe geam&lt;br /&gt; 17. inghetata&lt;br /&gt; 18. drumurile lungi cu masina cu radioul la maxim&lt;br /&gt; 19. focurile de tabara&lt;br /&gt; 20. noptile intesate de stele&lt;br /&gt; 21. sandalele&lt;br /&gt; 22. scoicile&lt;br /&gt; 23. piersicile zemoase &lt;br /&gt; 24. porumbul copt&lt;br /&gt; 25. briza racoroasa intr-o zi sufocanta&lt;br /&gt; 26. aglomeratia vesela din centrul orasului&lt;br /&gt; 27. costumele de baie&lt;br /&gt; 28. baietii draguti in costum de baie :))&lt;br /&gt; 29. diminetile in care ma trezesc razele de soare care ma mangaie pe fata &lt;br /&gt; 30. concertele&lt;br /&gt; 31. sa stau in casa cand e prea cald si sa ma uit la filme&lt;br /&gt; 32. o doza rece de Pepsi Twist &lt;br /&gt; 33. iubirile de-o vara&lt;br /&gt; 34. sunetul valurilor izbindu-se de stanci&lt;br /&gt; 35. mirosul de hamsii afuamte de pe plaja&lt;br /&gt; 36. baloanele cu apa&lt;br /&gt; 37. pepenele rosu&lt;br /&gt; 38. felul in care mi se onduleaza parul de la apa de mare&lt;br /&gt; 39. sa stau intinsa pe camp si sa ma uit la cer&lt;br /&gt; 40. norii in forma de iepuras&lt;br /&gt; 41. bratarile&lt;br /&gt; 42. prietenele din tabara&lt;br /&gt; 43. prietenii din tabara :-&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 44. zmeele&lt;br /&gt; 45. rochitele scurte si colorate&lt;br /&gt; 46. glossul&lt;br /&gt; 47. serile racoroase in care povestesti cu cineva, in timp ce privesti apusul&lt;br /&gt; 48. zgomotul de tocuri pe asfaltul fierbinte&lt;br /&gt; 49. saruturile in ploaie&lt;br /&gt; 50. calatoriile cu trenul&lt;br /&gt; 51. bataile cu apa &lt;br /&gt; 52. conversatiile interminabile la telefon&lt;br /&gt; 53. refrenul cantecelor care iti raman in cap&lt;br /&gt; 54. sa am talpile arse de la nisipul fierbinte&lt;br /&gt; 55. sa ascult Vama Veche&lt;br /&gt; 56. sa joc table/ sah/ remmy o zi intreaga cu fratele meu&lt;br /&gt; 57. rasaritul de soare pe malul marii&lt;br /&gt; 58. petul de suc cumparat de la alimentara pe care il impart cu toti prietenii\&lt;br /&gt; 59. sa ma uit la tv toata ziua&lt;br /&gt; 60. sa pot sa ma trezesc la orice ora&lt;br /&gt; 61. snururile de la maieu care te gadila pe spate&lt;br /&gt; 62. sa stau sub o umbrela cu un pahar de suc cu pai in mana &lt;br /&gt; 63. conversii mei cu sireturi mov :P&lt;br /&gt; 64. sa ma dau pe leagan pana ametesc&lt;br /&gt; 65. libelulele&lt;br /&gt; 66. sa citesc reviste mancand kilograme de mere&lt;br /&gt; 67. corcodusele&lt;br /&gt; 68. semintele&lt;br /&gt; 69. mirosul de ploaie&lt;br /&gt; 70. batranii care joaca table in parc&lt;br /&gt; 71. drumurile prafuite de tara&lt;br /&gt; 72. sa lenevesc la umbra unui copac&lt;br /&gt; 73. iarba&lt;br /&gt; 74. placinta bunicii&lt;br /&gt; 75. visinele&lt;br /&gt; 76. sa dorm o noapte la mare, o noapte la munte&lt;br /&gt; 78. gainile&lt;br /&gt; 79. cabana din varf dupa 5 ore de urcat&lt;br /&gt; 80. inghetata&lt;br /&gt; 81. o chitara langa un cort&lt;br /&gt; 82. umbra intr-o zi torida&lt;br /&gt; 83. rolele&lt;br /&gt; 84. pozele in care te strambi de la soare&lt;br /&gt; 85. rudele pe care nu le-ai vazut in viata ta&lt;br /&gt; 86. cadourile de la rudele de mai sus :))&lt;br /&gt; 87. motaitul pana la ora 12&lt;br /&gt; 88. sa ma uit la cuplurile care ies la plimbare in fiecare seara&lt;br /&gt; 89. sa ma plimb ore intregi pe strazi pustii&lt;br /&gt; 90. faptul ca nu stiu niciodata ce zi e&lt;br /&gt; 91. sa ma bat cu fratemeu prin casa pana ne tavalim amandoi pe jos de ras&lt;br /&gt; 92. incercarile mele de gatit,in care reusesc sa murdaresc toata bucataria si sa obtin 3 linguri de budinca&lt;br /&gt; 93. greierii&lt;br /&gt; 94. baloane cu apa&lt;br /&gt; 95. balaonele cu apa ( nu atunci cand iti cad in cap :)) )&lt;br /&gt; 96. fantanile arteziene&lt;br /&gt; 97. prietenii care iti aduc chestii ieftine si penibile de prin concediu :))&lt;br /&gt; 98. cearsafuri noi si curate&lt;br /&gt; 99. o sticla de apa minerala dupa ce te-ai dat 2 ore cu rolele&lt;br /&gt;100. melodia "Azi nu"&lt;br /&gt;101. el&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5937398338501185473?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5937398338501185473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/101-de-lucruri-pe-care-le-iubesc-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5937398338501185473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5937398338501185473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/101-de-lucruri-pe-care-le-iubesc-la.html' title='101 de lucruri pe care le iubesc la vara'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4457922341280292981</id><published>2010-08-23T12:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:30:49.460+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think you dare not, you don't...</title><content type='html'>N-am mai avut de mult timp sa scriu. De fapt nici acum nu prea am timp....dar sunt bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you think you are beaten, you are.&lt;br /&gt;  If you think you dare not, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;  If you'd like to win but think you can't,&lt;br /&gt;  It's almost certain you won't.&lt;br /&gt;  Life's battles don't always go&lt;br /&gt;  To the stronger or faster man,&lt;br /&gt;  But sooner or later, the man who wins&lt;br /&gt;  Is the man who thinks he can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4457922341280292981?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4457922341280292981/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-think-you-dare-not-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4457922341280292981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4457922341280292981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-think-you-dare-not-you-dont.html' title='If you think you dare not, you don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7557312739143963768</id><published>2010-08-20T21:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:05:54.253+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fj2HVYlD_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/8fj2HVYlD_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4799004804054890123-7557312739143963768?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7557312739143963768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7557312739143963768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7557312739143963768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7566550764674854646</id><published>2010-08-16T13:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:06:52.118+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunt acasaaa! :) Si sunt foarte fericita :)&lt;br /&gt; In fine...ideea e ca...Nu conteaza, sunt fericita si atata tot. &lt;br /&gt; Ieri am urcat vrepo 10-12 km pe munte, plus incaceva drum de la bunica pana la munte si inapoi. A fost foarte frumos. Mi s-a taiat respiratia cand am ajuns sus, intre stanci uriase, cu 1000 de metri maia proape de Dumnezeu, cum zice mama :)&lt;br /&gt;  Si acum, astept...Ma simt ca un copil in noaptea de dinainte de Craciun. Si ascult Eminem pentr4u ca asa vreau eu :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFe5TRkPQIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/vFe5TRkPQIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4799004804054890123-7566550764674854646?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7566550764674854646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunt-acasaaa-si-sunt-foarte-fericita-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7566550764674854646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7566550764674854646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunt-acasaaa-si-sunt-foarte-fericita-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7857734052772577671</id><published>2010-08-05T15:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:07:30.349+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>You lost me...</title><content type='html'>Atat de ironic..."M-ai pierdut"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJTV5AkZXNU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/RJTV5AkZXNU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4799004804054890123-7857734052772577671?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7857734052772577671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-lost-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7857734052772577671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7857734052772577671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-lost-me.html' title='You lost me...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7231284517668718644</id><published>2010-07-26T11:47:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:09:05.338+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>All the things he said...</title><content type='html'>Mi-e foarte clar ca, intr-o oarecare masura, are dreptate. &lt;br /&gt; Cei care stiu ce-a zis ar sari cu gura..."Tu nu esti asa!"...Si nici nu incerc sa zic ca a fost sau ca este indreptatit sa-mi vorbeasca in felul ala. Dar totusi are putina dreptate, si o sa si explic de ce.&lt;br /&gt; Nu ma refer la ceea ce s-a intamplat acum. Am procedat cat de corect ar putea proceda orice persoana in situatia mea. &lt;br /&gt; Ma refer la lucrurile pe care le-am facut inainte. Prostitul cu baietii de a noua, chestii din'astea. Care pana la urma au fost doar distractie, nimic serios...Dar totusi, pot sa inteleg ca a durut. &lt;br /&gt;  Asa ca intr-un fel potsa spun ca merit tot. Desigur, putea sa se termine in termeni mai buni, el putea sa reactioneze altfel, dar asta este. N-o sa ma plang in stanga si in dreapta, pentru ca as parea ipocrita...Pana la urma sunt doar cuvinte, nu ma afecteaza...Sau asta incerc sa ma fac sa cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Schimband subiectul, plec la mareeee :) Peste exact 6 ore si 14 minute :) Nu e mega-super-misto? Imi vine sa topai prin casa :) In fine, nu pot sa fiu la fel de fericita ca in ceilalti ani, pentru ca...Nu din motivul de mai sus, domne-fereste...Ci pentru ca mi-e tare dor de cineva ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si in final o melodie care nu are NICI O LEGATURA cu inceputul postului...Pur si simplu e infiorator de frumoasa, pot sa inteleg ce vrea sa zica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pwT2wiZsg0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pwT2wiZsg0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4799004804054890123-7231284517668718644?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7231284517668718644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-things-he-said.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7231284517668718644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7231284517668718644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-things-he-said.html' title='All the things he said...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6497419386741217161</id><published>2010-07-18T23:12:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:04:25.747+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mihail Drumes  - Invitatie la vals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/lk/f/s/c2c723fdad333d747664624cb5545725/739328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/lk/f/s/c2c723fdad333d747664624cb5545725/739328.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In ultimele zile am recitit trei romane de dragoste ale aceluiasi autor, si anume Mihail Drumes, mai exact &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invitatie la vals&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Scrisoare de dragoste&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Elevul Dima dintr-a saptea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Toate cele trei romane spun povestea unor iubiri dureroase, neimplinite, terminate tragic. &lt;br /&gt; Dragostea despre care se vorbeste este acea dragoste pe care o intalnesti doar o data in viata, iar protagonistii isi dau sema de asta. Totusi, idila are un sfarsit tragic, datorita mai multor factori, exteriori, dar mai ales interiori. &lt;br /&gt; De cele mai multe ori orgoliul, ambitiile personale sau imaturitatea emotionala constituie motivele pentru care cuplurile nu reusuesc sa desavarseasca asa numita "capodopera de amor" pe care au inceput s-o picteze cu atata entuziasm si pasiune. &lt;br /&gt; Dar vina nu apartine niciodata doar unei parti. &lt;br /&gt; Femeia, portretizata, cliseic, ca fiind frumoasa si vioaie, exuberanta si pasionala, prezinta, in schimb, si trasaturi deosebite de ordin moral, cum ar fi inteligenta ascutita, dar si orgoliul, demnitatea, respectarea cu sfintenie a propriului cod etic. &lt;br /&gt; Aceasta femeie a lui Drumes, fie ca poarta numele de Mihaela, Andra sau Lotte, este aparent puternica, cu picioarele pe pamant. Insa deznodamantul lasa mereu cititorul sa le descopere calcaiul lui Ahile.&lt;br /&gt; In cazul Mihaelei, eroina din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invitatie la vals &lt;/span&gt;, acesta este imensul ei orgoliu. &lt;br /&gt; Inceputul iubirii ei cu Tudor, sau Dor, asa cum il alinta ea, este aproape idilic. Dupa drumul greu al cuceririii, Dor descopera ca Aimee a lui se dovedestea fi iubita incantatoare capbila de a realiza "dragoste absoluta". Insa povestea ia o intorsatura dramatica dupa ce cuplul se intoarce din voiajul lor neasteptat la M,area Neagra, iar apoi pana pe atrmurile turcesti. Tudor o paraseste pe Mihaela fara un motiv anume, fara sa stie ca aceasta e insarcinata.&lt;br /&gt;  Intre cei doi se pastreaza cea mai adanca tacere, timp in care Dor incearca s-o "inlocuiasca" pe Mihaela. In cele din urma isi da seama ca a gresit, asa ca o cauta, insa sora acesteia, Alexa, il gaseste ea prima si ii spune ca a venit, fara stirea iubitei sale, ca sa il anunte ca aceasta a ramas grea si ca e datoria lui s-o ia de nevasta.&lt;br /&gt;  In ciuda vehementelor proteste ale Mihaelei, Tudor reuseste s-o convinga sa accepte cununia, dat fiind faptul ca inca o mai iubeste. Din pacate, tanara pierde copilul, fapt care se va dovedi crucial in deznodamantul acestei povesti.&lt;br /&gt;  Casnicia lor pare linistita, Tudor simtind inca o adanca afectiune fata de partenera sa de viata, incercand chiar sa-i faca o surpriza placuta de ziua ei, daruindu-i o cruciulita cu 22 de diamante.&lt;br /&gt;  Insa chiar in ziua aniversarii sale, Mihaela nu se mai intoarce acasa, iar Tudor decopera ca aceasta a fost victima unui accident de masina. Se afla in masina alaturi de un fost admirator, pe care Tudor l-a intalnit in hotel, la Constanta, in timpul voiajului lort la mare. Mihaela nu este ranita grav, avand doar un picior rupt, si se intoarce, rusinata, acasa. &lt;br /&gt;  Iminent, urmeaza divortul prin acord mutual. Aimee incearca sa-i explice tot iubitului ei, insa acesta refuza orice explicatie, si dupa o ultima noapte de dragoste, cei doi se despart, Tudor lasandu-i casa fostei sale sotii.&lt;br /&gt;  O conditie pe care Tudor i-a impus-o Mihaelei a fost sa-l ia de barbat pe Nenisor, barbatul cu care se afla in masina. Aceasta accepta in cele din urma, iar de aici existentele celor doi se separa aparent.&lt;br /&gt;  Protagonistuil o ajuta pe Mihaela, folosindu-se de postul sau de ministru pentru a-i oferi lui Nenisor o functie bine platita, de administrator financiar. Insa acest ajutor se dovedeste a avea intentii perverse, pentru ca Tudor angajeaza un fost coleg de liceu pentru a-l insela la poker pe sotul Mihaelei, care e nevoit sa sustraga bani din visteria statului.&lt;br /&gt;  Tot Tudor intervine, cu riscul de a-si pierde slujba, pentru a impiedica concedierea lui Nenisor, care cade bolnav si se interneaza la un sanatoriu, lasand-o singura pe Mihaela in Bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;  Aceasta ii multumeste personal lui Tudor, insa desi amandoi au sentimente puternice fata de celalt, imapcarea nu are loc.&lt;br /&gt;  Tudor se acsatoreste cu Cecicilia, una dion prietenele cele mai apropiate ale Mihaelei. Aceasat ultima lovitura o rapune pe Aimee, care isi ai zilele, lasandu-i o scrisoare lui Dor, in care isi explica gestul necugetat. Se pare ca adulterul fusese doar o tentativa, iar motivulo din spatele acestuia era doar orgoliul ranit al Mihaelei, care nu putea intelege de ce Dor a parasit-o dupa ce s-au intors din Turcia.&lt;br /&gt;   Ea isi incheie ravasul marturisind faptul ca aceasta legatura a fost singura iubire a vietii ei si ca nu regreta, pentru ca clipele de fericire au fost mai numeroase si mai intense decat amaraciunea ce a urmat.&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa citirea ravasului, Dor realizeaza ca trebuie sa-si urmeze iubita si se sinucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invitatie la vals&lt;/span&gt; nu e doar o poveste de dragoste. E o introspectie in mintea, dar si in sufletul, unui barbat cu personalitate puternica. Urmareste ciocnirea a doua mari orgolii. Si poate vrea sa reaminteasca faptul ca de cele mai multe ori, marile amoruri nu sunt ucise de nimeni altcineva decat de protagonistii acestora si, poate, de mana destinului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6497419386741217161?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6497419386741217161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/mihail-drumes-invitatie-la-vals.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6497419386741217161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6497419386741217161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/mihail-drumes-invitatie-la-vals.html' title='Mihail Drumes  - Invitatie la vals'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-6421315394771508598</id><published>2010-07-16T20:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:48:39.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto</title><content type='html'>A iubi inseamna a suferi,si cum multi fug de suferinta, putini stiu sa iubeasca."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-6421315394771508598?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6421315394771508598/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/motto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6421315394771508598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/6421315394771508598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/motto.html' title='Motto'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5888396710487367392</id><published>2010-07-15T23:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:21:46.474+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY0wAOepjG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/vY0wAOepjG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Va rog uitati-va...Pana la sfarsit!!! E genial :))...Si are o oarecare dreptate :)) Desi e misogin pana in maduva oaselor, e atat de amuzant...Am ras isteric tot videoclipul...Cu dedicatie pentru ursuletz :))&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Asa, revenind la tonul normal al postarilor mele, ia sa va povestesc ce am mai facut in ultima vreme. Pai, sunt okey...Adica, la drept vorbind fac foarte bine...super bine...mega bine...ma rog, ati prins ideea :))&lt;br /&gt; Totu merge perfect ....Si acum ca sunt acasa, o sa imi plimb conversii noi cu sireturi mov pe trotuarele din Piata Sfatului :) Preferabil, si cel mai probabil, nu singura...Si nu, nu cu mama sau cu Ally ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5888396710487367392?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5888396710487367392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/va-rog-uitati-va.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5888396710487367392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5888396710487367392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/va-rog-uitati-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-7679401632554678121</id><published>2010-07-08T22:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:09:49.604+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Si ne grabim atunci spre vara uitata pe un vechi peron...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vim6K10D__U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/vim6K10D__U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLwOOuJl8f8/TDZBlDy0MNI/AAAAAAAAACg/gnh2Nr-Z7s8/s1600/Holding_Hands_by_knightrazor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLwOOuJl8f8/TDZBlDy0MNI/AAAAAAAAACg/gnh2Nr-Z7s8/s320/Holding_Hands_by_knightrazor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491648900554305746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marea, nisipul, norii auriti de amurg se amesteca cu amintirile mele din ultimele saptamani...Amintiri nu e impropriu spus, pentru ca daca nu exista bariera clara a timpului intre prezent si "atunci", exista sute de kilometri si mai multe sute de sentimente, lacrimi si hohote de ras care sa le separe.&lt;br /&gt;  Intr-o lume in care "te iubesc" nu mai inseamna nimic, e rostit la fel de des ca si "buna" sau "la revedere", in care dragostea este vanduta, inchiriata, tarata prin noroi, ce ar trebui sa cred eu despre iubire?&lt;br /&gt;   Abia acum imi dau seama ca ceea ce eu credeam, cu naivitatea mea de copil ca este dragoste e de fapt doar o relatie bazata pe egoism si o oarecare dependenta fizica. Cel putin asta a fost din partea mea, n-ar fi trebuit sa pretind mai mult nici de la C. Credeam ca sunt indragostita si ca iubesc...Da cineva acolo sus a tinut sa-mi dovedeasca faptul ca ma insel.&lt;br /&gt;    Si nu, nu o sa pretind ca am intalnit iubirea vietii mele. Nu o sa zic ca acum totul e perfect, pentru ca nu este. Dar mi s-a dovedit ca relatia mea cu C e...nu stiu cum sa spun...Mi s-a dovedit ca nici unul din noi nu obtine nimic bun din aceasta legatura, ca nu asa ar trebui sa fie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dar sa-l lasam pe C deoparte. Mi-am schimbat cu totul punctul de vedere asupra multor lucruri...Adica "schimbat" nu e bine spus...Sa zicem ca am inceput sa privesc lucrurile asa cum e firesc s-o fac la varsta mea. Nu mai am pretentia ca sunt matura...Mi-am dat seama ca am facut o gramada de greseli, ca o luasem pe o cale gresita si ca daca continuam...Ar fi iesit prost.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    In fine, lasand la o parte aceasta introspectie, trebuie sa admit ca furtuna asta emotionala si schimbarile prin care am trecut au pornit de la o singura persoana foartye speciala .Daca nu as fi intalnit-o acum, in circumstantele actuale, probabil ca totul ar fi fost altfel. Si desi nu e totul roz, am incredere ca am facut ce trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Si uite ca am pornit de la ceva si am ajuns la complet altceva, dar asta este...Pana acum vacanta mea a fost foarte interesanta, si imi avertizez cititorii ca de acum incolo postarile mele vor avea alt ton...Un ton mai cald si mai increzator :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-7679401632554678121?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7679401632554678121/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-ne-grabim-atunci-spre-vara-uitata-pe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7679401632554678121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/7679401632554678121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-ne-grabim-atunci-spre-vara-uitata-pe.html' title='Si ne grabim atunci spre vara uitata pe un vechi peron...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLwOOuJl8f8/TDZBlDy0MNI/AAAAAAAAACg/gnh2Nr-Z7s8/s72-c/Holding_Hands_by_knightrazor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3842822028447275085</id><published>2010-05-26T23:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:35:37.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri la miezul noptii....</title><content type='html'>Avea dreptate....Sunt inca un copil. &lt;br /&gt;  Ma sperie faptul ca unele lucruri sunt ireversibile. Refuz in continuare sa cred ca lumea nu se imparte in "oameni buni" si "oameni rai", si ca nu pot sa am incredere in toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt;  Insa, am inceput sa imi dau seama ca nu exista "happy end". Exista doar sfarsituri mai mult sau mai putin triste. Cred ca am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie, altora s-ar putea sa nu le pese...&lt;br /&gt;  Desi imi vine tare greu sa cred,sunt absolut sigura ca oricum ai taia, orice lucru are doua fete. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Sunt inca un copil.&lt;br /&gt;  Uneori, vreau ceva atat de mult incat nu-mi mai pasa de ceilalti.Mai stii poezia cu copilul care striveste gandacelul si apoi ii pare rau? &lt;br /&gt;  Universul meu interior se prabuseste la fel de usor ca un castel din carti de joc - e de ajuns sa sufli spre el. Partea buna ca exista mereu cineva care sa ma ia de mana si sa ma invete cum sa-l construiesc la loc. Inca nu am puterea sa fac asta singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si cel mai rau imi pare ca nu stiu cum sa iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;  Dar nu sunt eu singura care mai are de invatat...Cineva, pe un blog, scria acum ceva timp:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; Am invatzat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu...nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vestea buna e ca am inceput sa "cresc". Stiu acum ca poti continua inca mult timp dupa ce ai spus "Nu pot!"...Ca viata asta nu e atat de tragica pe cat pare. &lt;br /&gt;  Tot pierduta ma simt...Dar atata vreme cat nimeni nu s-a gasit inca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3842822028447275085?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3842822028447275085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/ganduri-la-miezul-noptii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3842822028447275085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3842822028447275085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/ganduri-la-miezul-noptii.html' title='Ganduri la miezul noptii....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-4403600005309001895</id><published>2010-05-19T20:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:09:01.075+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domn profesor....</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca nu am mai scris de mult...Dar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cineva&lt;/span&gt; mi-a facut pofta :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zilele trecute ma intrebam daca peste ani o sa-mi mai aduc aminte de scoala generala. Sunt unele lucruri pe care nu o sa le pot uita prea curand...Si prin "lucruri" ma refer in special la stimatul domn profesor de matematica si la intamplarile...fantastice...din orele dumnealui ;)).&lt;br /&gt; Domnul A ( nu-i voi da numele din motive evidente) a fost primul profesor care a intrat la clasa, cel care ne-a introdus pe noi, bobocii de a cincea, in atmosfera colegiului prestigios in care urma sa studiem :)).&lt;br /&gt;  De cand a intrat in clasa, ne-am convins cu totii ca orele de matematica ce vor urma nu vor fi cele mai placute ore ale vietii nostre :)). Cu prestanta unui leu in savana ;)), domnul A a impins usa de perete si a intrat in clasa. Ca niste elevi cuminti, cu totii ne-am ridicat si am spus timizi "Buna ziua", studiind atent tinuta si atitudinea profesorului. &lt;br /&gt;   Domnul A este aproape imposibil de incadrat in portretele facute de obicei profesorilor..Nu este nici mic si gras, nici inalt si ascetic...Nu are barba, mustati sau chelie...Este un domn pe la vreo 60 de ani, destul de inalt, cu parul alb si nas ascutit. Asta ar fi prima noastra impresie...De-a lungul timpului aveam sa observam si alte amanunte, cum ar fi unghiile lui taiate perfect rotund, perfect egal ( are mana formata, ce mai ;)), ochelarii pe care ii poarta doar atunci cand se enerveaza, dar si costumele sale...sa zicem interesante, pe care le voi descrie mai detaliat.&lt;br /&gt;   Dom' profesor este genul de barbat traditionalist, aranjat, grijuliu. Poarta mereu pantaloni cu bretele si sacouri asortate...Pana acum am avut ocazia sa admiram tinute gri, kaki, maro, oranj si bordo, asortate cu camasi portocalii, roz sau verzi. Ca accesorii speciale pot mentiona cravata cu steagul SUA, palaria de pescar si ochelarii de James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Revenind, imaginea acestui domn ne-a impresionat profund pe noi, bobocii de a cincea...&lt;br /&gt;   -Ramaneti in picioare! Mai salutati odata!&lt;br /&gt;   Am raspuns cu acelasi "Bunaaa Ziuaaa!" de mai inainte.&lt;br /&gt;   -Mai salutati odata!&lt;br /&gt;   Deja perpeclsi, am salutat pentru a treia oara.&lt;br /&gt;   -Ce-i cu cantatul asta? Scurt si clar: "Buna ziua!"!se rasteste domnul A la noi, deja nervos.&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa vreo doua tentative esuate am "prins figura", si am luat cu totii loc.&lt;br /&gt;   S-a inceput citirea catalogului. Nu numai ca dom'profesor stalcea toate numele, dar se pare ca am reusit sa-l scoatem rau din pepeni.&lt;br /&gt;    -Arnaut!&lt;br /&gt;    -Arnautz, dom' profesor!&lt;br /&gt;    Dom'profesor se uita peste ochelari la biata Alice, si ii spune:&lt;br /&gt;    -Tu cu cine crezi ca vorbesti? Ai sarit cumva sotron cu mine in fata blocului?! Scoala-te in doua bete!&lt;br /&gt;    Alice parea foarte incurcata, pana cand dom'profesor a realizat ca era nevoie de o lamurire, asa ca a adaugat:&lt;br /&gt;    - In picioare, fetito!Acum poti sa zici...&lt;br /&gt;    Cu totii ne-am ridicat, pe rand "in doua bete", masurandu-ne din cap pana in picioare. &lt;br /&gt;    Tot restul orei si in orele care au urmat, pe langa matematica, am ascultat cerintele si teoriile domnului profesor privind activitatea de la clasa, cateva dintre ele fiind, sa zice, inedite ;): &lt;br /&gt;    1. Daca profesorul intra in clasa fara sa salute, elevii nu trebuie sa salute. Daca elevii nu saluta, sunt cretini.&lt;br /&gt;    2. Daca elevului i se dau doua variante de raspuns, el o va alege intotdeauna pe cea gresita. Daca elevul alege varianta corecta, a zis "la plesneala" si "nu se pune".&lt;br /&gt;    3. Elevul trebuie sa-si faca tema. La verificare, daca tema se afla in caiet, aceasta a fost facuta de parinti, si elevul este incompetent. Daca aceasta nu se afla in caiet, elevul este un lenes incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;    4. Exprimarea "Fiti amabil!" este  inacceptabila. Utilizatorii acesteia sunt "bucuresteni nesimtiti si smecheri", care merita sa fie executati in chinuri groaznice.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   Desi ne-am cam speriat in primele zile, am descoperit cu timpul ca, dincolo de sacourile mirosind a aftershave si ochelarii patrati, chiar se ascunde un om deosebit.&lt;br /&gt;    Pe langa faptul ca este un profesor extreeeeeem de bine pregatit, care stie rezolvarea oricarei probleme (incluzsiv variante mai "grosolane sau mai subtile", ca sa il citez) in mai putin de 10 secunde. Cu timpul, noi ne-am atasat de dom'profesor, insa si el de noi...&lt;br /&gt;    Pe langa cativa colegi care nu vor sa se intelega cu dom'profesor si pace, cu totii il apreciem in felul nostru, cu toate ca notele de la ultimele teze au variat intre 5 si 6 pentru majoritatea clasei :D&lt;br /&gt;    In orice caz,am auzit ca de la anul, dom' profesor n-o sa mai tina ore. Cu nici o clasa. Disponibilizari, sau ceva de genul...&lt;br /&gt;    Oricat de mult l-ar injura acum colegii, sunt sigura ca o sa ne lipseasca "comedia dracului", "trupa de soc" sau "parinteii"...Cu totii o sa mai vrem din cand in cand sa ascultam un discurs despre rromii din Italia care ne fac de rusine, despre freza lui Aldea sau despre elevii de acum 30 de ani...O sa ne lipseasca si problemele care par atat de complicate la tabla, dar pe care dom' profesor ni le explica in asa fel incat sa parem cu totii "niste tampiti" pentru ca nu le-am stiut...Sau caietele care apar si care dispar cand se verifica tema ...&lt;br /&gt;    We'll miss u, dom'profesor! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-4403600005309001895?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4403600005309001895/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/domn-profesor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4403600005309001895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/4403600005309001895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/domn-profesor.html' title='Domn profesor....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-5062233911613966520</id><published>2010-05-11T21:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:10:23.536+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5qhah1nRjI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/Y5qhah1nRjI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce te uiti la mine cu ochii astia goi&lt;br /&gt;Si incerci sa-mi spui ca tot ce fac e prost&lt;br /&gt;Ca ar trebui sa-mi schimb&lt;br /&gt;Viata mea de nimic in ceva mai bun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ma vrei cum nu ma poti avea&lt;br /&gt;De ce ma-nveti tu care-i drumul bun&lt;br /&gt;De ce crezi tu ca ma ratez si tu ma scapi&lt;br /&gt;De ce pe jos nu poa' sa fie scrum...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa te iubesc doar cum vrei tu&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa stau cuminte-n dreapta cand conduci&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu-mi beau vodca mea de zi cu zi&lt;br /&gt;Si sa conduc cu a cincea noaptea-n zori de zi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da! M-am saturat, m-am saturat&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat, m-am saturat&lt;br /&gt;De mine si de voi&lt;br /&gt;De tine si de noi, de noi, noi amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu pot sa tac?&lt;br /&gt;De ce cand rad e rau?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa mint zambind?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa-nvat sa lupt?&lt;br /&gt;De ce e ala rau?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa port costum?&lt;br /&gt;De ce e drumul greu?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa tac acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa strig mai tare?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu renunt?&lt;br /&gt;De ce doar eu gresesc?&lt;br /&gt;De ce doar eu ma zbat?&lt;br /&gt;De ce am uitat sa rad?&lt;br /&gt;De ce platesc doar eu?&lt;br /&gt;De ce mereu mi-e frica?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu sunt barbat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi beau invidia?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu sunt si bun?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu sunt curat?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-am pe suflet scrum?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-am in creier nord?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-am in suflet sud?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu sunt copil?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-s atat de crud?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Asa ca... nu te mai uita la mine&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii astia goi&lt;br /&gt;Si mai bine invata-ma sa adorm zambind&lt;br /&gt;Si iubeste-ma asa cum sunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uneori ma intreb si eu...De ce?...Dar apoi imi aminteste cineva ca oricate chestii as avea ascunse in geanta, cu oricati baieti de a noua m-as conversa prin pauze, oricate prostii as face...Raman tot eu pe dinauntru, un eu care il iubeste mult pe acel cineva.&lt;br /&gt;  Si parca atunci cand ma cearta simt cel mai mult cum am iubeste :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-5062233911613966520?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5062233911613966520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-ce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5062233911613966520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/5062233911613966520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-8200551550852147004</id><published>2010-05-03T11:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:56:09.215+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateva fraze...</title><content type='html'>...in care cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sa nu ne mai vedem! Pentru ca de fiecare data cand te vad ma doare stomacu', si-am emotii ca la examen, si mi se inroseste pielea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Nu poti invoca dragostea drept scuza pentru o relatie obscena..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "E ca si cum as spune ca viata de la oras m-a facut sa ma indragostesc de tine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Este azi, 10 Iunie, si te-am sunat sa-ti spun "La multi ani!". Desi tu nu ma mai iubesti asa cum te iubesc eu pe tine. Desi si tu o sa ma suni de ziua mea, dar asta nu inseamna iubire ca iti aduci aminte cand e ziua de nastere a oamenilor....Iubire e atunci cand nu pot sa traiesc fara tine...De ce ma chinuiesti? De ce ti-e teama?... Ce vrei, sa ma jupoi de vie? Vrei sa sangerez pana la moarte de dorul tau? Esti o bestie! ...iar eu sunt carpa ta de sters pe jos, sunt umbra ta.&lt;br /&gt;   Si chiar daca nu sunt prima care te-a sunat sa-ti spuna "La multi ani!", sti foarte bine ca sunt singura care conteaza...Pa! Te iubesc! Pa..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-8200551550852147004?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8200551550852147004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/cateva-fraze.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8200551550852147004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/8200551550852147004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/cateva-fraze.html' title='Cateva fraze...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799004804054890123.post-3191740569729462094</id><published>2010-05-02T23:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:39:02.001+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leçon d'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cf/Grigorescu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 480px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cf/Grigorescu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stiu ca nu am mai scris de mult. Nu stiu, in schimb, de ce.&lt;br /&gt; Oricum, azi am gasit putin timp si ceva care merita sa fie scris aici :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Azi, ca in fiecare duminica, mama ne-a tarat pe toti la bunici intr-o tentativa mai mult sau mai putin esuata de a petrece "timp in familie", ca in filmele americane. &lt;br /&gt; Odata ajunsi "la bunici", fiecare si-a gasit un locsor comod si a facut exact acelasi lucru pe care l-ar fi facut si daca ar fi fost acasa - tata si-a scos laptopul si a inceput sa butoneze, frate-miu s-a zbenguit prin curte cu un verisor, eu m-am trantit pe balansoar cu castile in urechi, jucand Sims3 pe telefon, iar sora-mea ( aka maimutica aka bebe aka gandacu') s-a pus pe gangurit, urlat si mers in patru labe.&lt;br /&gt;  Bunicu a pus de un gratar, bunica se agita pe acolo, mai aducea un chec, niste struguri, o tuica...&lt;br /&gt;  "Maraaaaa, treci 'ncoa!"&lt;br /&gt;  Docila, m-am ridicat si am coborat in bucatarie (casa bunicilor sre o structura foarte ciudata, nu am timp nici chef s-o explic). Mi s-a pus in brate o sacosa si mi s-a spus:&lt;br /&gt;   "Ia asta si hai cu mine la Tanti Anica, ca luna asta nu a mai venit fii'su la ea. Sa-i ducem ceva de mancare."&lt;br /&gt;    De fapt, sunt sigura ca bunica putea sa care singura sacosa - nu e batrana deloc, si are o hotarare si o energie care o intrece pe a nepotilor.Dar bunica ma ia mereu cu ea in oras, "ca sa-i vada lumea nepoata". E foarte mandra cand merge cu mine pe strada, pentru ca toata lumea ii zice ca sunt " o fata foarte faina".&lt;br /&gt;    Bunica s-a dus in baie, s-a parfumat putin, s-a schimbat, dupa care m-a chemat ca sa-mi impleteasca parul. De cand eram mica-mica, bunica imi impletea mereu parul foarte frumos si ma ruga mereu sa nu ma tund...parca imi pare bine ca uneori am ascultat-o :).&lt;br /&gt;    Deci am iesit pe poarta si am mers pe strazile intortocheate pana am ajuns la o casa micuta si stearsa, cu gardul vopsit in verde, scorojit de vreme. Bunica a batut de doua ori in geamul scund al casei, iar d dupa perdea s-a zarit pentru o clipa un chip stafidit.&lt;br /&gt;    Poarta casei s-a deschis incet, iar o batranica marunta ne-a invitat inauntru. &lt;br /&gt;    "Doamna Ica, iara ati venit...Dumneata ai suflet mare...N-a mai venit nici Fanel de mult, si mi-era tare urat...E nepotica dumitale? Ce mare s-a facut, si tare frumoasa...Cati ani are?"&lt;br /&gt;     In timp ce spunea toate astea cu o voce neasteptat de vioaie, a traversat curtea prafuita si ai Intrat in casa. Bunica si cu mine am urmat-o, intr-o camera mica si racoroasa. In mijloc era o masa acoperita cu musama inflorata, iar pe langa erau niste taburete. Intr-un colt statea o soba veche, iar pe langa pereti erau o gramada de rafturi si dulapuri cu usile acoperite cu hartie cerata.&lt;br /&gt;      "Stai jos, maica..." m-a indemnat batrana, binevoitoare.&lt;br /&gt;      Bunica a scos din sacoasa o farfurie cu chec si fursecuri, acoperita cu folie de plastic si a pus-o pe mijlocul mesei.&lt;br /&gt;      "Hai sa punem si de-o cafeluta, ti-am adus eu...Ia spune-mi, ai auzit ce-a facut fata lu' Niscova?"&lt;br /&gt;       In timp ce doamnele discutau, eu m-am uitat mai atent in jur. Rafturile si dulapurile erau goale. Televizorul micut asezat pe o masuta era scos din priza. Presurile de pe jos erau curate, insa desirate si vechi. Apoi mi-am intors privirea spre tanti Anica. &lt;br /&gt;       Parea foarte batrana. Fata ii ei arata ca o hartie mototolita, iar mainile ii tremurau usor. Totusi, printre pliurile fetei se zareau doi ochi mari, negri...Foarte frumosi.&lt;br /&gt;       Nu stiu daca a observat sau nu cat de atent ma uitam la ea, dar cert este ca la un moment dat, tanti Anica a zis:&lt;br /&gt;       "Doamna Ica, daca nu va suparati...Va duceti, va rog, pana la posta sa-mi luati si mie un pachet? Mi l-a trimis fata lui Fanel, din Italia...L-as fi luat eu, numai ca batranetile astea..."&lt;br /&gt;        M-am ridicat si eu sa plec, cand bunica a incuviintat. Dar batrana m-a oprit si mi-a zis.&lt;br /&gt;        "Maica, tu ramai aici. Si asa mi-e urat singura, si mi-e ca se arde cafeaua."&lt;br /&gt;        Asa ca am ramaas pe loc, cu ochii la ibricul de pe soba. Trecusera cateva clipe de tacere, cand mi-a sunat telefonul.&lt;br /&gt;        "Alo...Ce faci, iubire?"&lt;br /&gt;        Am vorbit cam un minut la telefon, timp in care tanti Anica nu-si dezlipea ochii de taciune de la mine. Dupa ce am inchis, am ramas putin rusinata pe scaun, incercand sa-mi amintesc daca am spus ceva compromitator.&lt;br /&gt;         "Tare frumaose te-ai facut maica...Sigur si el e baiat fain..."&lt;br /&gt;         Eu pufnesc, fara sa vreau in ras. Nu indraznesc sa ridic privirea spre batrana.&lt;br /&gt;         "Tin minte ca si eu eram tanara odata. Si, lumea spune, ca eram si frumusica. Eram eu fata mare, si la hora jucam cu un branean, doamne ca voinic mai era.Ii cam faceam ochi dulci, ne mai vedeam seara aproape de Barsa. Vroiam sa ne luam, dar parca ma lasau pe mine parintii? Ei aveau dracu stie ce socoteala cu niste vecini, ai lu Ilie...Sa ma iau cu baiatul lor. Erau oameni bogati, cu boi si loc de fan..."&lt;br /&gt;         Ochii ii scanteiau. Mana dreapta ii tremura pe masa.&lt;br /&gt;        "Si am vorbit eu cu braneanul, sa fugim la el acasa. Fara zestre, fara vre-o letcaie in buzunar. Zicea ca vine el noaptea la poarta la mine si fluiera, iara eu sa cobor cu ceva mancare de drum, ca in trei ceasuri ajungeam. Si vine seara 'ceia...A doau zi trebuia sa ma intalnesc cu baiatul vecinilor, iara peste o saptamana ai mei vroiau sa ne si cunune, ca parca simteau ei ca eu am gargauni in cap. Si, pe la miezu noptii aud un fluierat. El era la geam. Dau sa-mi iau scurtucul si sa cobor, da parca ma taie un junghi peste inima...Mi-era spaima...Mai fluiera odata, mai si striga &lt;&lt; Anicooo! Haida'de coboara!&gt;&gt;. Dar eu parca raman tintuita locului, imi indes perina peste cap si bocesc pana dimineata, de fricoasa ce eram. A mai strigat de vreo doua ori, dupa a plecat. Si a doua zi dimineata am mers la ai lu' Ilie;si dupa 10 zile m-am cununat cu Nelu; in '98, in Noiembrie, s-a dus saracu'. Am avut trei baieti cu el, ce sa zic, ne-a mers bine."&lt;br /&gt;          Avea ochii inlacrimati acum, buzele subtiri i se strambasera trist.Am intrebat-o, timida:&lt;br /&gt;         "Si cu braneanul? V-ati mai intalnit?"&lt;br /&gt;         "Cu Stefan?...Nu l-am mai vazut din seara 'ceia...Pana zilele trecute, cand l-am vazut la coada la dispensar - mergeam si eu sa-mi iau reteta, ca-s cu inima, maica. Si iaca il vad, tot asa inalt cum era 'nainte, batran-batran, dar mie tot frumos imi parea... Si-am stiut eu ca e el, dara cand l-a strigat asistenta pe nume, mai sa-mi stea inima-n loc. L-am oprit cand a iesit, si l-am intrebat &lt;&lt; Stefane, ma mai cunosti?&gt;&gt;. El m-a privit un timp, si mi-a zis &lt;&lt;Anico, n-ai mai venit ...&gt;&gt; si dus a fost.&lt;br /&gt;          Chiar cand am fost casatorita, am intrebat de el. A plecat la oras, s-a facut inginer.Dara eu, femeie pacatoasa, ma tot gandeam ce ar fi fost daca as fi fugit cu dansul. A fost bine si cu Nelu, nu zic nu...Dar cat oi fi eu, pe Stefan n-am sa-l uit."&lt;br /&gt;          Am ramas uimita. Femeia simpla din fata mea iubise...Mult...Si suferise...Mai mult, si cu mai multa demintate decat as fi putut concepe eu. Ea mi-a luat mana intr-a ei si mi-a zis:&lt;br /&gt;         "Ai grija, maica...Lumea e rea. Dara sa nu stai si sa induri atatea, daca o fi sa-ti placa vre-un baiat...D'apai lasa spaima si luati-va-ti, maica. Lasa si banii si tot, ca altfel ai sa te vestejesti asa ca mine..."&lt;br /&gt;          Bunica intra pe usa in clipa aceea. A pus pachetul pe masa, a mai schimbat doua vorbe cu batrana, dupa care m-a luat de mana si mi-a zis ca plecam, ca e tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;          Anica ne-a petrecut pana la poarta, iar in timp ce ma indepartam pe strada, a strigat dupa mine:&lt;br /&gt;           "Cati ani ziceai ca ai, maica?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799004804054890123-3191740569729462094?l=marasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3191740569729462094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/lecon-damour.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3191740569729462094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799004804054890123/posts/default/3191740569729462094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marasmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/lecon-damour.html' title='Leçon d&apos;amour'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187848674436415546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwZ0wGSOcuw/TkEUhTUSk8I/AAAAAAAAADY/j8RPsyXtZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lb3pcgYyGI1qauv8to1_500_large.jpg%253F1288438335'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
